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After Katrina left, Scott took a shower to get ready for the interview. Now he felt more relax and confident about meeting up with Mr. Thomas.
As he drove to the office, he started to think about Katrina and where this could possibly go. He knew this was something more for her and for him as well. He looked past little Kitty Kat that use to run around with pigtails annoying the hell out of him and Ricky to see this very sexy woman.
He also knew what she wanted was something that was not to be taken lightly and surprisingly, he was ready for that.
He was so focused on her that he didn't even give the interview a second thought. He found himself sitting around with the other hopefuls watching them sweat. In truth, Scott should be sweating more than any of these guys, given his history with Mr. Thomas. Then it occurred to him that maybe Mr. Thomas didn't remember him. Maybe he has forgiven Scott by now. It's been so long ago and so much has changed.
"Scott Porter, he will see you now." the secretary said looking at him with a smile.
He went into the office and was shocked by how big it was. You would never know from the outside. The walls were basically covered with bookshelves. The room was unusually cold and looked relatively spotless. There were a few pictures of his family around the room. He even saw his daughter's graduation picture. He was sitting behind this huge desk looking through a file. Scott nonchalantly cleared his throat which made him peered over at him with narrowed eyes.
"Mr. Porter, I see."
"Yes sir, that's me. Nice to see you sir, I didn't think you would remember me." Scott said extending his hand.
"How can I forget the man that made me run 5 miles after him and cost me almost a thousand dollars for a new bed." he took his hand, "Have a seat."
Sounds like this is going to be great, Scott thought sarcastically, "So, I see you have plenty of experience working in Washington. What makes you think you are the best candidate for the job?"
"Well like you said my experience. I worked for the Kemet and Hunt firm in D.C. for so long and there were sad to see me go. I created some new filing systems so that everything was in order and easy to find. I am very dependable. I had even helped some of the lawyers researched one case that was very difficult."
"Hmm." was his only response as he kept looking at Scott, "So, I see you are working to become a layer, why is that?"
"Well, I could give some excuse that I ran from the law enough times that I believe I should be into it, but that's not it. It's just that I have seen a lot of stuff go on being in the military and things need to change. I'm not saying that I'm going to change the world or something; I just know there is something that can be done. It always takes one person to bring it to everyone's attention. Also being in the Marine's has taught me respect for the law"
"Hmm." he responded again, looking over at his computer, "Scott, where do you see yourself going if you pass the bar?"
If? "I actually hoped to remain here. I know I can easily sign back with the Marines and join JAG, but I want to study more criminal law. I don't want to open my own practice, I just want to stay and help people and prove that not all lawyers are slime."
"Hmm." he responded yet again and Scott was growing more and more tired of it.
"Okay, Mr. Thomas look. I know I was not your favorite person and apparently, I'm still not, but I know I'm qualified for this job. It's says it right there in your face and maybe you haven't noticed but I have changed. I am a different person from when I was younger. All that I'm asking is that you show a little bit more interest in this interview."
He sat back in his seat looking at Scott intensely through narrow eyes. Scott returned that same gaze, making sure he knew that he couldn't be intimidated. Suddenly, he heard Mr. Thomas' laughter fill the room. It took Scott a moment to adjust to the sound but he finally felt at ease.
"Well you definitely have changed, Mr. Porter. I must say that I am thoroughly impressed."
"Thank you sir."
"Just to let you know, I've been looking through your paperwork and got a glowing recommendation from your Colonel Sprigs so I already had it made up in my mind that you had the job."
"Really?" Scott said not believing what he was hearing.
"Yea, I want you here first thing Monday morning at eight. If you want, you can go to security now so you can get a clearance badge. Just give me 10 minutes and I'll have my secretary alert them."
"Great, am I going to be the only one?"
"No, I'm going to hire one more, but don't let it look too obvious that you got it."
"Hey, they won't be able to read me at all." Scott stood up with a smile and shook his hand, "I'll go ahead and get that security thing taken care of today."
"Good and tell Ricky congratulations from me." he added as Scott left.
Scott left with the same look he has on his face when he went in there, a look of indifference. That probably made some of them a little more nervous.
After he cleared everything with security and got outside, he screamed out into the air. A couple of people walked past him, in shock. He just nodded in their direction and went over to his truck. He was finally happy that this was over, now he can go ahead and move forward. He needed to tell someone, actually there was only one person he wanted to tell right now.
Scott sat outside her office while she was in a meeting. He had loosened his tie and teased Jade a little while waiting. She wanted to know what happened to but he told he wanted to keep her guessing. He just had to make sure that the look on his face didn't give it away either.
The door opened and she walked out shaking hands with another man. She was in a little short tailored skirt and button down top. Scott just shook his head thinking he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
"Katrina, you are a life saver, thank you so much."
"No problem Gary, I told you we are able to do anything here." she smiled and he smiled back.
"Well, Katrina if there is anything you need from me, you let me know." he said grasping her hand to kiss the back of it.
Okay, that's enough, Scott thought as he stood up to make his presence known. The man looked over at Scott's narrowed eyes and let her hand go. Katrina just smiled inwardly and nodded to the man.
"Well, I'll have everything ready and setup before six." she said drawing his attention back to her.
"Oh, thanks so much." Gary said clearing his throat and quickly walked past Scott.
Her smiling eyes met his and he gazed back at her. She bit her bottom lip and beckoned for him to come in with her finger. He followed her taking off his jacket. Once inside, he pulled her to close kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as she gave into him. The way that he moved his tongue in her mouth made her knees weak and her pussy clench in need. She didn't expect him to come over today, but she was glad that he did.
"So, I'm guessing you didn't get the job." she joked as he finally pulled away from her lips.
A smiled tugged the corners of his mouth and he kissed her again briefly, "I got the job. For a minute there, I thought I didn't."
"That's great Scott, because I don't fuck unemployed men."
"You fuck me if I tell you too." he whispered low before kissing her again.
"What's up with this dominance thing?"
"You know you like it." he said backing her to the couch.
"So, I'm guessing you are not going to change." she smiled.
"You just going to have to adjust to the way I do things." she fell on the couch and he kneeled down between her legs.
He pushed up her skirt, looking directly in her eyes. He pushed her leg up on the couch to spread them and noticed that she was wearing a thong. He rubbed her pussy lips and was gratified to feel her buck off the couch. She was already so wet for him and he wanted to taste her. He leaned closer between her legs, pushing the thin material to the side. He inhaled her glorious scent and dove right in. She tasted so good that he was for sure that he was going to get addicted. She pulled his head in further arching her back to his assault.
"Oh Scott that feels so good." she spread her legs wider as his tongue pushed inside her.
She reminded him of strawberries. He loved the way she tugged and pulled on his hair. He pushed two fingers inside of her and slowly pumped them in and out. He took his mouth from her slit and looked up at her hair coming down from her bun and her wet parted lips. Damn, she is beautiful and she is all his. He went searching for her clit as his fingers still moved inside her.
He sucked on the little harden nub and felt her push his head further as she moaned out.
"Fuck Scott! Oh that feels good baby."
A low growl escaped his throat as he attacked her clit with his tongue, circling and sucking on it.
Both sensations were becoming too much for her. Her nails dug into his scalp and she grinded herself on his tongue and fingers. She felt herself building up for another big one.
"Oh Scott!" she screamed as she came on his tongue.
He held on to her thighs as he caught the juices that leaked out of her. Katrina laid back on the couch, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were quivering and her body was still tingling. This was something that she never felt before. He rose up eye level to her and she grabbed his face to kiss him. She tasted herself on his tongue and it turned her on more.
"I didn't want you to think I was selfish." he whispered.
"Oh never baby." she said kissing him again, " but what about you?"
"I can wait till later on. I know you are busy." he moved to sit on the couch and she sat in his lap.
"So, I guess you are pretty happy about the job." she said straightening his tie.
"Yea, in the beginning he acted like he wasn't interested, but then he did the strangest thing, he laughed. After that, he gave me the job."
"Well, he knew you were qualified for the job, despite what you did in his house."
"Hey, that was years ago, forgive and forget."
"So, have you done the fitting yet?"
"No, I'm on my way there after I get done with you."
She smiled and twirled his tie between her fingers, "I thought you said you were saving it for tonight."
"I am, but with you on my lap, makes it hard to concentrate."
"I know, I like being right here, but I was actual thinking of something else."
"Yea, I think I know what you mean. Your brother?"
She blinked in confusion, "What? Actually I was thinking about you and your chest thing."
He sighed, "Katrina, I really don't like to talk about it."
"I know but it may help. It's been two years. If you don't feel comfortable talking to me, you can go to Dominique. She's a therapist."
"I've talked to enough therapist to know, I don't want to talk to anymore of them."
"It's not like that, she is really good. She could possibly help you." she pushed off his lap to fix her skirt.
"It's something that's going to take some time." she sat at the edge of her desk, folding her arms across her chest.
He walked over to stand in front of her and she turned her face away from him, "I forgot how stubborn you are." he replied.
"It's not stubborn, clothes make my face itch, but I know I have to work on your own time."
"Good, now about your brother."
"And that's one of the things you have to work on with my time."
Scott still didn't like keeping things this huge from Ricky. Katrina felt the same way, but she knew her brother and knew he would hit the roof.
"Katrina, I thought you said you wanted to explore this thing between us."
"I do." she finally looked up at him.
"So, what's going on? What do you want from me?"
"It's just difficult and I want you. I don't make a habit of sleeping around. We will tell my brother, just after the weeding. You know how selfish he is, he gets mad if anything takes away from his spotlight." he just stared down at her with those icy eyes, "Just trust me."
"I do, what are we going to do in the mean time?"
"Well, you stay with me so we take care of that part." she said lining her fingers with his, "and the rest we just have to make sure that no one sees us."
"Great, I'm back in high school." he smiled and she couldn't help but laugh, "But hey after these past couple of days, I think I can handle that. Besides it can be sexy." he leaned down to kiss her and she willingly accepted.
"I knew you would." she kissed him again, "So, you in this with me?"
"Yea, I want you too and I'm willing to see where we go."
"You know you can't break my heart, I will get my big brother on you." she pouted and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Let me do something with those sexy lips." she raised up ready to kiss him again, "And I wouldn't do anything to break your heart." he whispered just before stealing her breath away with another kiss.
As she felt his tongue sensually dominate her, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He was trying to keep his control in check as he felt her fingers rub the back of his neck. He stepped between her legs, pushing her closer to him. She then felt this strange vibration against her thigh. What's going on there?
He pulled away and reached in his pocket to pull out his phone, "Hey man." he said answering the phone.
He continued with the conversation which she figured was Rickey. She tried to move but he wouldn't budge. She sighed folding her arms and he couldn't help but smile.
"Yea man, I'm going there now. Alright, just let me change and I'll meet you there. Alright bye." he hung up the phone, "I got to go, but I'll see you tonight." He moved out the way and made his way to the door.
"Yea, I have to get back to work too. Is there anything you want for dinner?"
"Oh shit, I get special request too. Okay well surprise me. I'm sure whatever it is I will eat the cook."
She turned at his words, "You meant you will eat the food right?"
"Yea, that's it." he left flashing her his devious smile.
She shook her head as she watched him walk out. It's weird that as kids she could never see herself him because of how he was with girls, but now it was different. They were different. She knew in her heart that she loved him. It was much more than the love she had for him growing up. Now she wanted him around more. She love the fact that he can be goofy and smooth at the same time. Then there was the way he looked at her. It was a look that said nothing else mattered but them two. She knew she was falling faster than he was but she didn't care. The important thing was she had him now and she will deal with her brother later.
"I told you I needed it a little bigger." Scott said as he held up the jacket for the seamstress.
"Damn man, I didn't think you got that big." Ricky said as Allen smiled.
"Well, you know I have to keep the body looking right."
"I guess, I still have proof that you were a scrawny skinny guy just before you got into high school." Ricky said and they all laughed.
The seamstress came over bouncing her long blonde mane behind her. She flashed Scott her killer smile hoping he would take notice. Scott wasn't even thinking about her. He was trying his best to speed this along to get to Katrina. He couldn't explain it, but he felt good being around her.
At first, yea he was nervous but that was before. Even being in her office, promising that he would not break her heat, that was unlike him. He never made promises like that especially with a girl, but this is Katrina. That small lanky girl grew up to a woman on a mission, who was career minded, sexy, and had a mouth like vacuum cleaner. He closed his eyes smiling at that last thought.
"Did you hear me, sir?" the small voice popped in his head.
"Excuse me." Scott said turning to the woman.
She smiled again, "I said that you have a good build, so I will try my best to see about accommodating your size."
"Okay, no problem." he said looking for his shoes.
"I'm sure to make it to your liking." the guys looked over at him as if waiting for him to work his magic.
"I'm sure it will be great thanks." he replied back with a smile.
She tried to hide it but disappointment was all over her face. The guys waited till she walked off to voice their disapprovals.
"Oh man, what was that?" Jeremy asked.
"What?"
"Hello man, that girl was coming on to you and you played stupid." he couldn't do anything but laugh.
"She's cute and all, but I'm not going for that now."
"Suit yourself." Allen replied as they walked over to look at some of the other suits available. Scott walked closer to Ricky and he just smiled.
"Who is she?" Ricky asked.
"What are you talking about?" Scott blinked.
"There's obliviously some girl around that got you a little sprung, so who is she?"
"No one, I'm just not that into her."
"Are you sure man?" Ricky said looking at him.
Scott kept a cool face as he looked Ricky dead in the eyes, "Yea, I'm fine besides there's a whole lot more where she came from." Scott smiled as Ricky laughed.
"Alright, you don't have a chokehold like I do."
"That's a mighty fine chokehold though."
"Hey don't get any ideas. You had your chance. Hey, what's your commander James doing?"
"The same, probably arguing with his wife."
"That poor guy. Why don't you call him and Nikolas to see if they can come to the wedding. I would send an actual invite, but hell it's just them."
"Sure, I think Nikolas should be still at the base." Scott took out his cell phone, "Besides, I need to thank James for the job."
"What's up Scott?" James answered.
"Hey sir, how are you doing?"
"Hey, I am off duty, you can drop the sir. I'm not that much older than you."
"Right, well I guess I owe you one again for the job."
"You damn right. I didn't know you and Mr. Thomas had that much history. No worries man, just add it to your list. Is Ricky ready to jump the broom?"
"Well, that's my other question. He says you and Nikolas are invited to the wedding. If you want to you can bring your wife." Scott added that last part with a little bite.
In truth, Scott couldn't stand Lorraine. She was so fake and phony. She would flirt with the guys on the base and when she got caught, she would make herself look like the victim. She just acted like ever guy wanted her. At times, James would be so stressed about her that it left him unfocused.
"Well, she's visiting family. In fact, we are separated." one of the best news Scott heard next to getting the job today.
"Sorry to hear that, well come on down and see if you can pry Nikolas off a girl long enough to come." he laughed.
"Alright, give us a week and I'll call you with the details."
"Good, see you then." Scott said hanging up.
"Well, your better half coming?" Ricky asked.
"Ha ha, very funny. Yea he is and he's finally separated from that little viper."
"Oh good." Scott looked down at his watch.
He needed to wrap this up quickly. He knew Katrina would have dinner ready soon, "Well guys, hate to leave you but I have to go." Scott said.
"Damn man, I was going to feed you." Ricky commented and Scott just laughed.
"Nah, I have to go see my mom."
"Alright, well talk to you later."
"See you man." Scott said waving to the other guys.
It was partially the truth, he needed to see his mom and dad. He wanted to drop by and tell them about the job, then he was going to Katrina's.
Later that night, Scott got back to the house and saw the dinner table set up with candle lights. A man can get use to this kind of treatment, Scott thought with a smile. He took his jacket off and put it on the back of the couch to get a look at the table.
"Katrina?"
"Yea, here I come.' she came out of her bedroom, "Hey."
She came out with a rob on smelling like she just stepped out of the shower. He hair framed her beautiful face.
"Is all this for me?" he said looking towards the table, anything other than her long legs.
"No actually I have another man coming over for dinner, so if you would please leave before he shows." she smiled and he walked closer to her.
"I see you do want me to kill someone." he said pulling her close to kiss her.
Scott swore that there is something in her kiss that leaves him drunk and wanting more. At that point, he forgot about dinner and wanted to take her back there to her room or his. She sensed his urgency when he tried to pull her closer and she backed away with a smile.
"Stop now, we have to eat something." she said.
"I'm hungry for something but it's not food." he said and she couldn't help but laugh.
"You keep that up and I'm going to think all you want me for is sex."
"That's only partially true." he smiled.
"Silly man, can you come sit down and eat now? I have been waiting on you."
"I know, I thought it wouldn't take that long, but you know how it is when we get together."
"I know all too well." they both sat down a the table.
"So, what do you have on under that robe?" he smiled.
"Well since, you came after I got out of the shower, I didn't have time to put on clothes."
"Alright." he ate a piece of bread, "I'm full, let's go to bed." she slapped his arm as he laughed.
"Scott, sit down and be good."
They talked a little about what's been going on so far. He loved that she can make him smile. When they were younger, she would make up these little silly songs just to annoy him and Ricky. She started to sing one of them and he couldn't help but laugh. It's funny how easy the conversation flowed between the two of them. There were no awkward silence between them and no need to force anything.
"So, you got the job and finishing school, what now?" she asked, dabbing the corners of his mouth.
"The usual: pass my bar, work as the DA, finish my contract with the Marines, and get my own place."
"You trying to say you don't like living with me." she pouted and he shook his head.
"I like your little condo baby, but I need some more room. I'm a big guy."
"Oh you are not that big, but I guess."
"But you never know, I may just have to take you with me." she couldn't the smile that spread over her face which made his heart skip.
"I knew you liked me for more than sex." she leaned over to kiss him and he grabbed her elbow.
He pulled her over to his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hand snaked into her robe, grasping her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched her nipple. She spread her legs slightly and the smell of her arousal hit him so hard that his heart started to beat faster. It was the sweetest smell ever.
Her hand fell from around his neck moving to his lap as his kisses moved to her neck. Her whole body was on fire and begging for release. She found the bulge in his lap and the moment she touched it his teeth scrapped her neck. She maneuvered her hand into his pants and grasped her cock. She heard his sudden in take of breath as she stroked him. He was going to lose if she kept this up.
"Straddle me, kitty kat." he moaned.
Finally, she has been waiting on this. As she got up, he unbuckled his pants letting his cock free. Just looking at it pulse made her pussy glisten more if that was possible. He needed to be inside of her, but he wanted to tease her a little. She straddle him and he pulled her to him to kiss her again. His fingers moved against her pussy lips and she jumped on contact. Her wetness coated his fingers which made it easy for his fingers to glide in and out of her. Her head fell on his shoulder as she rode his fingers.
"Damn." he whispered as he felt pussy clench around his fingers.
She shrugged her robe down revealing her gorgeous brown globes. His mouth latched to her nipple sucking and nibbling on the harden bud. She grasped his hair, holding him to her breast. He grinned to himself as he returned the same attention to her other nipple.
"Oh baby that feels so good." she moaned arching her back.
His thumb started circling her clit and she felt her control breaking. Her head started to spin and she couldn't form any words. Her body was trembling waiting on the release. He pulled his fingers out when he felt her about to cum. She narrowed her eyes at him in confusion and anger. It was a priceless look. She was about to yell at him until he lifted her up on his cock. He entered her slowly and felt her nails dig into his shoulder. He grabbed her hips and moved her up and down on his cock. He leaned his head back as she started her own rhythm completely taking over. Her original plan was to tease him back for what he did, but once she felt him inside her she realized she needed that release more.
"Oh fuck, baby that feels good." he moaned.
She was addicted to him, there was no other words for it. She leaned down and nibbled on his ear. She felt his body tremble as sucked on his lobe. Fuck this, he thought to himself.
He started to move her faster, thrusting back up to meet her, "Oh fuck!" she screamed.
"Damn baby, I love to feel your pussy wrapped around me. You feel so fucking good." he whispered.
"Oh Scott fuck me." she moaned and he could do nothing but fulfill her request.
She felt her body tighten and pussy contract. Her nails gripped him so hard he thought she might draw blood, but he didn't care. The only sound in the room was her short pants and their skin slapping against each other. Suddenly she screamed out her release and her pussy squeezed tightly around him. He was not far from joining her. Just the look of pure ecstasy on her face made him want to cum. His fingers thread into her hair, pulling hard. The sound that came out of his mouth was more animalistic than human as he came inside of her. His whole body shook as she still milked his cock.
"Damn baby, you are going to kill me." he whispered and she laughed.
"I think that's what you are going to do to me." she smiled.
She leaned against him, she was so tired and her body felt heavy. Scott wrapped his arms around her and moved his to kiss her.
"Babe, I know that we talked about it in your office, but I wanted to make it official." he said and she found the strength to sit up.
"What's that?"
"I wanted to make sure that we are officially together."
"I think we already established that. You came in me twice, please believe you are my boyfriend now." his body shook as he laughed.
"Alright, how about we go to bed?"
"Sounds very nice." she held onto him running her fingers through his hair.
It has been almost a month since they made everything official. It's been going great for the both of them. Besides helping out with the wedding, Scott has been busy working while she was busy with her own job. They always made time for each other though, whether it was at night in bed or going out to jazz clubs or restaurants. They would have to meet at places pretty far since they feared someone they knew would see them and tell Ricky. Katrina loved being around him and loved being spoiled by him. It wasn't just the places that he took her, but the way he spoiled her with affection. He always made a way to show her or tell her how he felt about her. She always returned it and gave much more since she felt herself falling deeper and deeper for him. However, there were a couple things that she would change. She would love to tell her brother that they were together and most importantly she wanted Scott to feel better about taking his shirt off in front of her. She bared it this long but she started to feel like he didn't trust her enough with this issue. Every time she thought to bring it up, she would ignore the nagging feeling. For now, she was he was still here with her.
Scott had just got a call from James that they should be landing in about 30 minutes. He was up to his elbows in work and he didn't think he would be able to get them. It shouldn't take him long to finish up everything especially since he got some help. It was close to lunch, so he knew he should get a visitor pretty soon.
"Hey Scott, I can't understand this right here, can you help me?" he looked up to see Yolanda coming in.
Yolanda Carter was the other person that was hired. She is younger than him and was in her second year of law school. Every since they met, she insisted on working close to him in the same office even though she had her own space to work in. She wore skirts that were long enough for work but still grabbed a lot of the men's attention. She wore her long dark brown hair down constantly flipping it away from her face. Scott knew that she was doing all this to get his attention. She asked him almost every day if he wanted to go to lunch to her and he always declined. He told her that he was seeing someone and yet she still tried.
"What's wrong Yolanda?" he asked.
"Just this paragraph here, shouldn't it be worded differently?" she asked casually leaning towards him to show her cleavage.
Didn't understand my ass, he thought. He went over it with her till and nodded the whole time staring at him.
"Damn, I knew it. You are so smart, you know that." she smiled.
"I do try."
"Well I'm about to go to lunch pretty soon. I know you always say no, but I would like for you to join me, that way we can finish up and you won't have to worry about anything before your friend's wedding."
"I'm pretty sure I will be okay. I'm going to work through my lunch. I have some other friends coming to visit."
"Oh really?" she couldn't hide the disappointment., "I could bring you something back. I know this great place where they sell mouthwatering, hot sandwiches." her eyes traveled from his lips to his crotch.
"Really?" he said lifting his eyebrow.
"Yea if you don't mind."
"Am I interrupting anything?" they both looked to the door and saw Katrina standing there.
"And you are?" Yolanda said with a little bite.
"Yolanda, this is Katrina."
"Oh, you are Ricky's little sister. Scott has told me about you."
"Really? And you are?" Katrina said returning that same bite Yolanda gave her and Scott tried to hide his smile.
"I'm Yolanda Harris, I work with Scott."
"Nice to meet you."
"Um, you remember I told you that she is the maid of honor for the wedding. We need to go over a couple of things. You mind if we have some time alone?" Scott asked.
"Sure. I'll see about bringing you one of those sandwiches."
"It's alright, I'm good. I'll see you in an hour."
Katrina was very annoyed by this girl. She was trying to push her breast all over her man and she heard that hot shit she said. Scott told her about Yolanda, but to see it made Katrina want to knock her on her ass. Yolanda sauntered past Katrina as she bit the inside of her mouth to stop something from slipping out.
"If you need anything, let me know." Yolanda said.
"No, we good, thank you." Katrina reiterate and closed the door.
That was when Scott lowered his head to the desk to laugh, "I bet this is so amusing to you." she said.
"Well you getting jealous, yea, it is a little amusing."
"Please I was not jealous of her. I already got you. I just don't like persistent bitches."
"You were very persistent in trying to get me."
She put her hands on her hips, "That's different, it's me."
"Come here baby." he said and she walked over to him.
She didn't have to work today so she had on a red sundress that reached mid thigh and showed the tops of her breast. He sucked in his bottom lip as she sat on his lap. He kissed her deeply, slowly stroking her tongue with his.
"Are you my lunch for today?" he whispered.
"No, I was actually coming to see if you wanted me to take you to lunch."
"I would love to babe, but I have to finish this."
"That little hartlet is taking a lunch."
"Well, I'm different. Besides, I need to finish it so I can have that week off for Ricky's wedding. I am glad you came though."
"Why is that?"
"My commander James and Nikolas are about to land and I was wondering if you could go and get them."
"Sure, you want me to take them to a hotel or something?"
"Nah, take them to your restaurant and I'll meet them there. I should be done by the time they finish lunch."
"And you want me to feed them too? Damn, man." she sighed and he started tickling her, "Stop Scott." she said in between giggling.
"Could you do that for me baby?" he said resting his hand on the top of her thighs.
"Of course, when are they landing?"
"Should be in another 20 to 30 minutes maybe."
"Great time to tell me, why didn't you call?"
"And miss me seeing you in this dress. I was going to, seriously."
"Alright, I guess I'll go get them, but I need one more kiss."
"You going to ask for it?" he teased and she licked her lips.
He felt his body tremble as he watched her tongue travel slowly across her lips, "Do I have too?" she said.
Every time he was with her, it seemed like the world disappeared and only the two of them mattered. She moved in to kiss him passionately. His cock twitch as her hand moved down his shirt. She pulled his shirt out of his pants wanting to feel his skin. He took a hold of her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. His body was starting to ache for her and he wanted to feel her touch.
She moved her hand under his shirt and tank top. She was ecstatic to get this far. Her hand grazed against a scar and he grabbed her hand.
"Um, we better stop so that I can get some work done." he said looking down at her hand in his.
She sighed trying to mask her disappointment. She couldn't understand it and maybe she never will. She told him all the time it didn't mattered what he looked like without his shirt, she just wanted to see him. Scott didn't want to look up because he knew what he would see on his face. He felt like a heel stopping her, but he still didn't feel comfortable showing his scars. He didn't want to relive that moment when he was around her. The silence in the room was deafening and for some reason, it hurt Katrina.
"I better go and get them." she finally said, getting up.
"Katrina, baby..." he started.
"It's okay. I'll see you when you get to the restaurant." she said, "See you later."
He sat back in his seat as watched her walk out. He slapped his hand against the desk in frustration. He had to get over this soon or he might lose her.
*Sorry for the long wait, I just got this new computer after mine crashed. I thank everyone who still messaged me though. Enjoy!!* | Been Waiting for Love Ch. 04 | [
"interracial novella",
"interracial romance"
] |
Mount Thurii contained everything that Cody liked; the lack of pavement and a little bit of quietness except for the natural forest sounds. The trail was simple enough at the bottom where dense oaks and other deciduous trees were clumped about, but it gradually grew more rugged towards the point where the red wolf desired to be, with more pines than any other tree. This Saturday was ideal for a hike up the forested mountain. Cloudy, warm, with an occasional breeze, made it all much more pleasurable to do. Cody slipped, nearly losing his footing if it wasn't for a branch nearby to grab hold of.
"Phew! That was close," he wiped his forehead with a paw regaining balance, continuing his ascent along the trail. Cody was a red wolf and loved to hike ever since he was a pup. The feeling of the wind against him, with nothing around but the flora and fauna, made it physically as well as mentally possible to get away from the cramped city that he resided in. He breathed in the fresh mountain air, it made him tingle with excitement, something the city failed to do in every way. He was about a minute from the summit where he would eat a small lunch he packed himself. Then he would descend back to the bottom and head home. Cody rarely took this pathway up the mountain trail, but he was always game for a challenge. Kicking a rock out of the way, the trees thinned out along the twisting path to where he could see the lowlands below, a beautiful sea of greenery blanketing the area all the way to the southern hills that neatly covered up the city were he was from behind them. The only two places he was every able to venture at included his apartment and office, both of which contained noisy neighbors with the latter having an annoying boss.
'*No work for Mr. Laprande today*,' he happily sung inside recalling his unnecessary rough attitude. Moving a branch out of the way he approached the last twist in the path with a reminiscent smile over his face. The soft ground quickly turned into tougher gravel like terrain making his way around one last bend. With the next step onto hard rock, he looked over the familiar setting that he had traversed over the past few years. There were plenty of little "rock tables" to fix something to eat on, their red sandy texture providing a very scenic picnic. Surprisingly, there was no one else on the small flat with him. The spot wasn't a kept secret or anything, even well known to those who were locals. "More peace and quiet for me!" he sang passionately shrugging off the loneliness, practically skipping over to a preferred table. Setting his backpack on the rocky table, he sat down on an old wooden bench that might of been ten years old, but still strong. Cody pulled out plastic utensils and a tub with a large portion of chicken and dumplings, something he had memorized to make when he left his hometown for the city.
He unceremoniously dug in savoring each bite with the scenery around. While eating, Cody remembered three years ago when he first came out to hike the mountain during a warm spring day, spending the whole day running throughout the forest. The year after he lost his car keys only finding them after a tedious search with a friend; and more recently, he even attempted painting a sunset here a while back. Only to quickly figure out that he didn't have an art career or hobby in his future. Every memory helped get him that much further away from work, giving him a small reason to grin. Finishing the last of his food, he was ready to walk around the area for the remainder of his spare time. Just as he started packing up, a raindrop landed on the bridge of his muzzle startling him. Looking over at the sky, that was much darker than before, storm clouds were almost overhead as more drops of water began falling around him. '*Guess I'll have to cut this one a tad short*,' Cody thought as he stuffed the plastic tub in the backpack. Everything in place, he hurried out of his little paradise stealing one last glance before retracing the trail he started on.
Cody quickly jogged down the pathway, careful to watch his step along the way, as the raining only increased. After a minute, it had become a downpour, leaving the red wolf in dire need of finding shelter other than useless pine trees. "There has to be a ledge or something," he scanned along noticing a small opening along a section of rock wall. Covering his head with the backpack, he dashed towards the rocky surface eager to escape the downpour. A lone figure watched the stranger approach.
'*Perfect*,' it retreated for the time being expecting the soon to be visitor. A few seconds later, Cody bounded in stopping just inside the entrance where he rain couldn't reach him.
'*Guess I'll have to wait here till it passes over*,' he watched the grey somber clouds ease on by. The wolf checked over himself to see where he needed to dry off. Surprisingly, he was nearly dry from the torrent that had begun pouring outside. Leaning against a wall, he caught his breath setting his bag down by the entrance unaware of the pair of eyes watching him. He looked down at his backpack and watched the darker wet spots evaporate before his eyes. '*What is going on-*' he paused hearing a quiet clicking noise deeper in the dark hideaway. He took a few cautious steps inside wondering if he imagined the sound himself.
"It's good to see that you finally found me," a voice rung out from deeper within the cave. Cody spun around feeling the fur on his neck stand up as he scanned the dark invisible depths for the owner of the mysterious voice. A figure slowly approached from the shadows stopping a few feet in front of Cody, mostly remaining covered by the darkness.
"Who are you?" he squinted into the darkness only able to see a rough outline, relieved it didn't spawn from his imagination.
"I should be asking what are you, a stranger, doing in my home," the clearly female voice teasingly retorted.
"Wha- I didn't know someone lived here... I mean it's raining outside an I have nowhere to go and stay dry!" he pleaded watching her head sway and nod as if in thought of what to do with him.
"Alright, if I get a good look of you first," the figure stated leaving him confused briefly.
"Pardon me?" he was interrupted with a quick noise. She snapped her fingers and the whole place lit up, without any apparent source, revealing it to be a homely cave with little more than a large stone bench jutting from the wall for furniture.
"I knew I sensed someone special coming up this side of the mountain," she said returning his attention back to her. She looked like a typical fox with appearances, the normal red, white, and black patterns except for a clear lack of clothing and extra tails calmly swaying in the air behind her. The vixen was clearly a few inches shorter than him, wearing a cute grin along her black lined lips.
"Um... miss, where are your clothes and what's with your... tails?" he motioned towards her clearly presented body. It wasn't uncommon for a fur, especially a fox, to have an extra tail where he was from but this was ridiculous.
"Oh these?" she motioned holding a few tails in one arm, cupping a large breast with the other, "I only have seven tails for a kitsune, and I don't see the point of wearing clothes in my nice home here." His eyes went wide, pulling up his arms defensively. Cody took a nervous step back shaking his head.
"Fox spirits don't exist!" He said unbelievingly. She matched his step with confidence.
"I'm right here, so how would you explain me?" adding a cute smile tilting her head slightly.
"You could just trick me into doing something, or even kill me!" Cody said closing his eyes expecting the worst as she advanced towards him. The kitsune halted in front of the scared wolf and extended a hand, grasping it around his tense shaking one. "Trust me, if I was an evil kitsune, I would've killed you as soon as I found out that you arrived at the top of this peak." That statement didn't seem to help Cody settle down at all as he stood there, eyes slammed shut.
"Please don't go," she said meekly, "you can't stay dry out there, so stay here where it's warm... with me," her voice picked up a smoother, richer tone. She did have a good point, and it wasn't like she was being mean or anything, just offering space for a complete stranger. Relaxing, Cody heaved a sigh and opened up his eyes looking at the lonely pair of brown ones hopefully gazing back at him, eagerly awaiting a reply.
"Ok... as long as you don't mind me staying here for a while," he said a little unsure of himself and the whole situation.
"Of course not!" she beamed. "Let's sit down, hiking all the way up here must take a lot out of you." The kitsune directed him over to the stony bench jutting out of a reddish brown wall. Both walked over and sat down, the kitsune to Cody's right. The red wolf had trouble keeping his eyes locked on hers, or anywhere away from her impressive bust. The large areola capped with a firm lighter red nub practically beckoned to him to be felt. He took a nervous gulp doing his best to remain polite, no matter how strange this predicament was. "You know, you're the first who recognized that I'm not just a vixen in a very long time," she said breaking the silence. He cleared his throat before responding.
"When I was little, if I couldn't play outside, I would read mythology stories from an old book my uncle have me."
"Mmm, interesting," she commented looking over the young body, mostly in between his legs. She scooted closer to him seeing the nervousness in his eyes as they darted around from her large chest to the exit. "It gets very lonely up here without anyone else to talk to," she placed her hand on his, feeling it tense up briefly only to relax somewhat uneasily.
"Then why don't you live somewhere less... secluded?" He asked Looking outside hoping for a break in the weather.
She chuckled before responding, "I like the nature among other things, if that's a good enough answer for you."
He looked at her with a raised brow, "I'm sure there's more of a reason than that for a fox spirit like you." She only continued her chuckle, it was far too complicated to tell the wolf everything concerning her. Turning towards him a little more seriously, she ran a finger through the fur on his arm watching him tense up again to see if he would run. He shuddered and rubbed his arm, "Why do you keep doing that?"
"To see if you would run," she stated nonchalantly. He was confused at how strange she acted, even for a supposedly unreal creature.
"Why would I? You said it yourself that you weren't out to kill me." The mischievous vixen grinned and looked up at him.
"You look too tense, maybe if I could rub it out," she demonstrated sliding her hands together. Cody twiddled his thumbs trying to think of an excuse only to come up with nothing.
"I don't know," he started out already feeling resigned to a terrible fate. Besides, he never had a women so interested with him before. And being shy was simply a part of his character, which wasn't going smoothly for the eager lady.
"Just trust me, it won't hurt at all, in fact," her voice turned seductively, "you will enjoy it more than me." His eyes looked forward outside, but he felt her pressing against his side.
"Your making me uncomfortable," he whined folding his ears back.
'Wolfy just needs a little convincing is all,' she thought. Cody held his hands nervously on his lap, embarrassment was clearly shown with a reddened face. "If you want me to stop, just tell me," she told him as he watched a hand approach his face. Focusing enough power in her right hand, she reached over and cupped Cody's cheek, gently rubbing her palm into the fur. To Cody, his muscles tingled with joy and relaxed warmly as the apprehension evaporated from such a simple caressing motion. Her hand seemed to be contoured perfectly as she worked over the small plot of muscle. She continued along the relatively basic muscle, not having a lot to work on except keeping him soothed.
"That feels magical," he moaned out immediately sinking into her luscious grip.
"Glad you like it so much," she said reaching her other hand around his back, placing it over his heart. She sifted through his emotions and inner workings, happily surprised at what she had found. "Mmm so pure, kind... and unclaimed," she added with a more husky undertone, dimming the lights in the cave. Cody was too busy to hear, enjoying the sensations from her hand gently caressing him. '*His energy will be perfect, being his first time, it's no wonder my magic affects him so easily*,' she concluded to herself, removing the hand from his chest. His hands went back to the bench to help support his body, now turning into a tower of good feeling that made balance necessary. Her other hand waved in the air for a moment, and his clothes quickly faded away. The kitsune licked her lips seeing his flaccid member revealed, now exposed to the cooler air. "By the way, my name is Ainu, who might you be?"
"Mmm... Cody," he barely made out trying to contemplate the wonderful sensations coursing through him. She looked him over, not stopping her actions.
'*Handsome too, quite the bonus for me*,' Ainu licked her lips lecherously in thought. She moved tracing his arms through the fur. He wasn't a body builder but the wolf did have a wiry frame, evident from his love for the outdoors. Both of her hands slipped below and began massaging his inner thigh, watching them spread apart the further up her hand went. His tongue by now had starting lolling out as he couldn't prevent his eyes from keenly watching her hands continue their dance. '*All I have to do is make sure he willingly gives me his seed*,' she thought, very determined to do so reaching for the prize. Brushing up against the softer flesh, she quickly glanced up at him happy to see her magic still had its effect of overwhelming pleasure. She began stroking the organ with one hand, the other on his two delicate orbs softly handling them. "You like that don't you?" she asked coaxing him to full length with her determined hands.
"Ugh," he replied with half opened eyes watching her actions, feeling his cheeks burn hotly with arousal. He was clearly unable to think about anything. Rigidity increased in time with her tempo until he was as stuff as possible. He softly ground his hips into her velvety hand from tip to base ever so slowly feeling every nerve fire a tiny bolt of electrical pleasure.
"How about you lay down," she cooed to him. Even in his very aroused state, he was still a little reluctant to comply, instead responding with a feint whine. She gently leaned him back herself, adjusting him as if he were on a real bed. The much cooler stone shocked him out of those tantalizing feelings, realizing that he was currently naked. Attempting to prop himself on his elbows, he felt something constrict around his wrists and ankles. Ainu didn't want to take any chances and wasn't far behind as she bound Cody to the ground climbing on top of him. She focused a small portion of energy in four out of the seven fluffy appendages, making sure he wouldn't be able to move an inch. Her tails tightly retained his limbs, yet comfortably, holding the wolf's struggling body down. Try as he might, Cody couldn't budge from the strong grip. She giggled moving atop him, breasts gently jiggling. "You need to relax more," she half whispered out straddling his waist as he was held down. Ainu then used her nimble fingers to massage into his chest rubbing out all the tightness in the muscles hidden below. Cody moaned, wherever the digits went a wave of warmth and ecstasy would follow.
He was soon left panting for breath, his tongue lolling out with a dazed look. Ainu soon let go of the energy used in her hands, he had to give his consent without its influence, although it certainly works as a splendid shortcut. Even without the extra help he seemed to start enjoying her ministrations as a muffled groan was heard, but his weak struggles were annoyingly persistent. '*Guess he needs some natural assistance*,' she looked down at her glistening folds. Warm glow gone, Cody still enjoyed the massage, but was nervous of having sex with a complete stranger. A separate tail rubbed against her throbbing sex coating it in her own juices. It then re wrapped itself around his head glueing the wet end to his nose, her hormonal scent making his body react independently. He whined squirming his hips only able to breath in more of the musky odor. She felt his hot breath blowing the fur on her tail with each breath. Coupled with her skillful hands Cody threw his last caution to the wind and relaxed his tense body, taking her full actions for what they were worth in pleasure. He suddenly groaned loudly feeling a silky sensation glide under his throbbing erection behind her. An extra tail rubbed along the underside making his claws scrape the stone around.
"Please..." he moaned out allowing his hips to give a first buck into empty air. She gave him an innocent look only pausing briefly to undo her tails from their locking grip.
"Aww, my wolfy wants me... well no need to keep you waiting any longer." Getting up, Ainu aligned herself and slowly went down, her lips barely kissing his tip. Eyes unwavering, Cody watched his member being enveloped with her downy fluff covered sex. He bit his lip, she felt like a furnace of velveteen bliss all inside a glove like fit. The vixen ground her hips hard onto his as she took him to the hilt, making both of them moan out. She began a quick pace of lifting herself up then slamming back down making sure he couldn't last long. Cody could already feel something building up down low with each motion she made, each one adding onto the last. He didn't know how couples would regularly go at it, but this seemed way too fast for both to enjoy. He placed his hands onto her piston driving hips slowing her down as much as possible wanting the feeling to be drawn out and last. The cave soon became an echoing of lust filled moans, only drowned outside by the sound of rain. Each motion, Cody could nearly map out her tight passageway with its wonderfully simple motion squeezing every inch so lusciously. Despite their slowed pace, the red wolf couldn't last to long.
"Something feels like it's going to burst," he grunted out feeling the pressure in his groin increase. She made a few prolonged thrust before swiveling her hips sending him over the edge.
'*Yes!*' she cheered salaciously in thought seeing him writhe in overloaded pressure. His organ twitched once as if one had stopped.
"I-I can't... hold it!" he stuttered in vainly wanting to hold it back. One more lusty drive sent him over the edge with a banshee howl. His seed splashed into her awaiting womb, those silken covered iron muscles milking him heartily as her climax hit just as hard. With a shriek she squeezed hard obtaining another jumpy spurt from him, placing her hands on his shoulders for support. The last bits dribbled out as the flow nearly halted, Cody seeing spots everywhere. With vacuum like suction, the product of her efforts was gathered into her womb where it was absorbed through the walls. Ainu felt a surge below as her body began to store the large amount of his, now her, energy. Receiving it made her break into an ecstatic smile as her heart fluttered.
"My... you really are a unique one," she said breathing deeply overtop the exhausted wolf in a deep afterglow. Her whole body tingled excitedly with the newly found source. She looked down at the happy wolf.
'*I should make this memorable for him since he doesn't even act in wanton lust.*' She thought. Ainu was the one who had to seduce him after all. He looked up at her satisfied grin with one barely open eye.
"I feel lost," he groggily said unable to recall much of what happened earlier at the moment.
"Magic does that to first timers," she replied very happily practically purring at him.
"Why even waste your time with me? I'm no one special to be with someone as attractive as you." He sounded modest and truthful asking any age old question that a child would want to know. The kitsune was perplexed as to why he would even ask a question like that now.
'*He's probably the first to not ask for more sex and compliment me out of kindness, so why not give it to him straight?*' Ainu craned down so that her nose was touching his, able to detect the heavier aroused male scent that she had evoked from him. He in turn smelled the sweeter, more subtle aroma that was hers, reminding him of a windy day in spring. "Well the real reason I wanted you here is so that I could obtain some of your energy," she confessed a little guiltily for not telling him right away.
"It felt wonderful," he said breathlessly, "but is it supposed to make me this tired?" She pulled back and shook her head.
"Don't worry, I didn't take much, but the way I obtained it will last very long," she purred agreeing with herself.
He nodded understanding, "What do you do with extra?"
"If I don't need any more at the moment like now, all I have to do is put a seal on you like so," Ainu place a hand firmly on his chest. Cody watched as a three golden lines appeared on his chest in the shape of a triangle. "Now all of the fun you can have won't tire you out so much." Two of her tails wrapped around their joined hips.
"What are you doing?" he could barely move underneath her as it was.
"Just so nothing slips out," she cutely demonstrated gyrating against Cody, sending him through another groan as he held clawed the ground tightly. He tried pulling away from her, it was almost too much pleasure to bare. "You have nowhere else to go in this storm, so staywarm... with me," she cooed wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing her muzzle against him.
"Didn't you mention that earlier?" he asked refocusing somewhat. She rolled her hazel eyes tapping his nose with a tail.
"You're not going to be shy after all this are you?" she presented her chest forward to him. He only gaped at her massive breasts in front of his eyes, even a small shake didn't make him act independently. The vixen made her move instead by grabbing one of his wrists. Cody felt a hard nipple against the center of his palm as she pressed the rest of his hand onto her breast.
"Do whatever comes natural," she demonstrated attempting to rotate his hand around in a circular motion. "Or just explore," she stated letting go of him. Curiously, he brought up his other hand exploring one, then the other, focusing mostly on the sensations texture of her areola and diamond hard nipples. "Yesss," she hissed through clenched teeth at him appreciatively, feeling the inexperienced hands roam. His member gave a quick twitch reminding him where it was. He started pumping the still rigid organ inside her slowly, making the excited vixen squirm from his actions. "Tongue and lips too," she shakily spoke enjoying every touch. Cody stuck his tongue out as she leaned forward. As he met the firm nub of light red flesh, Ainu gasped and shuddered happily. Working over in circles with his smooth appendage, he loved it almost as much as she did with her accompanied groans and panting sounds. Lapping at the expectant nipple feeling it bump spring back onto his tongue, she grasped the back of his head urging him on. Emboldened, he wrapped his lips around the teat and tenderly began suckling while teasing the end with the tip of his tongue.
Adding fuel to her erotic fire, he softly nibbled it between his teeth. Cody continued his ministrations to one while tweaking the other tracing unknown pattern throughout the exceptionally soft fur all under the attention of his slow rocking hips. Her hands gripped tightly as she whined, muscles beginning to spasm. Cody hugged her closely as she reached the crest of her climax, nearly vibrating in the embrace. The contractions caused his already sensitive member to pulse then expel a small amount into her hungry passage accompanied with a howl. Her arms gave out as she gave out into his supportive frame. Worn out, the vixen relaxed on him for a few minutes, nearly missing what he next said to her.
"Wow you're beautiful," he whispered into a foxy ear, making her cheeks turn a soft pink as the lights brightened before returning to normal.
"No one has ever called me that," she whimpered looking back at him. Cody merely smiled in return. She moved her head and locked muzzles with him, normally Ainu abstained from using romance but this one was much more worth it. Her tongue lapped forcefully at his sealed mouth before he cautiously opened it welcoming the adventurous appendage. She wrestled his tongue into her awaiting jowls, suckling it as if it were a bottle, making him open up wider. Cody reciprocated by rubbing her back tenderly, not able to whisper any kind words in return. She pulled out panting, hearing him try and garble out something but held his mouth shut with a quick flick of her hand. Without thinking, Ainu used a sleeping spell on him, not wanting him to leave just yet. Cody's eyelids grew heavy, no matter how hard he tried to keep them opened, their weight seemed to increase. He couldn't even remember what he was about to tell her earlier. "Let's take a nap Cody," she snuggled up to him, maneuvering her tails under his head to prop it up like a pillow would. He yawned, unable to think out any words, and held onto her shutting his eyes. Both fell asleep, the rain having passed long ago.
Cody awoke to the sound of breathing below his head. He nudged Ainu awake, whispering her name. With a big yawn, she snuggled back before opening her eyes to meet his green ones. The vixen immediately sat up. "I thought you would've left by now." She sounded surprised. He gave a nervous laugh running his head and pointed at their joined crotched.
"We're still kind of stuck together for me to run away." A lewd wet noise ensued as they started adjusting their positions. Pulling his now soft organ out, he sat up and noticed only a trickle of clear fluid come out, his seed had really been used. Ainu made a quick motion with her hand and her fur was immediately cleaned along with his. He moved while she stretched to find his clothes.
"What are you looking for," she called to him carefully searching the dusty floor.
"My-" he pointed looking down and sure enough, his clothes from earlier materialized around him as if they had never been taken off before.
"Anything for you and your energy," the vixen said patting his shoulder with a tail before getting up herself.
"By the way, what did you mean by other ways of obtaining energy?" Ainu paused next to him remembering all three.
"Devouring your soul, draining your blood, or basically what we just did, have sex." She said it so matter of factly that Cody didn't even bother to respond or doubt her. "But I would never want to harm anyone," she chimed in, "especially you." Cody smiled at that statement following her to the entrance. They took a few gradual steps outside before she stopped him, grabbing his hand so that his hand was facing upwards. Ainu pointed a finger onto his palm, and he felt a burning sensation. Jerking back his hand, Cody closely examined the new fine mark. A tiny pattern looked back in the shape of a funny eye tingling in his palm as it seemed to vibrate in place. Each hair seemed individually colored so that the symbol looked natural. "That's to let you know whenever I'm near you, just in case," she added with a wink. They ended up staring at each others eyes admiring the view until Cody moved his muzzle forward. He gave a quick peck on her black set of lips eliciting a cute giggle from the kitsune. "Please come back soon, or I might get too lonely and find you," she whispered into Cody's ear licking the tip as she finished. He shuddered but smiled in return and stepped forward giving her a hug.
Ainu gladly hugged back tightly, resting her head on his chest, feeling a kindling warmth spread inside her heart. She liked this male, much more caring and thoughtful than any other previous one. Then it was more of a need, but now it became a want, and she wanted him. She still clung to him as he began to draw away.
"I have to go now Ainu, it's getting late for me," he said rubbing her back. Both pulled back enough out of the embrace, with regret, but remained within arms distance. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Ainu, I'll see if I can get some spare time soon."
"Please do," she said barely loud enough to hear looking at her feet on the ground. She mulled over a rock before bumping it into another where it remained. Breaking out of her stare, she looked up seeing that he was already a good distance away, giving her a final wave and smile. Waving back hopefully, Ainu watched him turn back before leaving her sights altogether. '*I hope he doesn't live too far away*,' she made her way slowly back to the cave. Everything inside looked a little more brand new, and her nose was able to detect the mingled scents of arousal. With a sigh, the happy vixen laid down on the bench contently before changing it into an actual bed. Cody made it down to the parking lot just as the late light began to dim. Throwing the backpack into the passenger seat, he hurried over and started the ignition with one thought in his mind, who he looked forward to spending his time with. | Shelter from the Rain by Baron03 | [
"First Time",
"Kitsune",
"Love",
"M/F",
"Magic",
"Nudity",
"Red Wolf",
"Seduction",
"Shy"
] |
*(FYI for everyone. The story contains a little bit of a bait and switch as far as the monster goes. I started going one way, then had inspiration in another direction and I did not want to re-write everything I had already accomplished. Thanks for understanding.)
Shereena)*
The Night Cloak Inn sat quiet. It had been nearly 2 weeks since Shereena and Vivian had their ill fated encounter within the building. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the small village surrounding the place. The people went about their daily routines, The Night Cloak continued to operate with travelers coming and going. Perhaps no one knew what had occurred within. After all, neither Shereena nor Vivian were known to anyone locally.
With winter approaching travelers were now arriving with less frequency. Yet one arrived this day. A lone horse carried a young woman clad in fine crafted plate armor. The woman's long copper hair danced behind her as her horse meandered down the street. While her armor hid most of her lovely features, her face revealed creamy, flawless skin, entrancing emerald eyes, a lovely face with soft features and luscious lips. Slung over the saddle bags was a shield adorned with an etching of an open hand, signifying the willingness of those following the god of justice to help those in need. A sword hung from her hips, its scabbard bright with a fresh coat of polish and decoratively engraved by a skilled hand.
Several of the villagers looked up from their daily business and gave the young paladin a curious look; nodding to acknowledge her as she rode by.
"Greetings milady." Said an older villager walking the road as she approached; the elderly man most likely the face of the village. "What brings you to our quiet corner of the world?"
"Good day sir." The woman replied from her horse. "I am wondering if anyone has passed through in the last month or so, a young blond haired woman by the name of Shereena. Her priestess garb should have been memorable."
The old man held his chin for a moment while his brow tensed in though.
"Yes, I do remember her." He finally replied.
He looked around for a moment, and once satisfied none of the other villagers could hear him, he continued.
"Though, she wasn't dressed like any priestess I know of." The man said, informing the traveler. "Come, let us talk more in the comfort of my home. I am sure the road has made you hungry, and a home cooked meal is sure to hit the spot."
The woman dismounted from her horse and began to follow him home.
"I name is Vira. And I want to thank you for your assistance." The young paladin said, a worried look having come over her face after hearing this man's comment about her friend."
The man led her into the heart of the village. His home was quite modest though clean and well build. Across the road sat a large building; it sat quiet and dark. Hanging above the door of the building was a sign that read "The Night Cloak." Vira felt a sense of unease fill her body as she stared at the foreboding building. The worries she had for her friend grew.
"Here we are." The elderly man said, breaking Vira's thoughts.
"Oh...Um...Thanks for your hospitality. I appreciate the gesture." Vira said, turning away from The Night Cloak and entering the man's home.
"Oh it is no problem at all. Though I insist that you get out of that uncomfortable armor and allow me to serve you dinner before we discuss other topics." Her host replied, motioning towards what looked like a spare room. "I will begin preparations for dinner while you change."
Vira wanted to dive right into what had happened with Shereena, however she didn't want to appear too forward, or perhaps too heavy handed and have him clam up on her. She entered the small room, and began to change from her armor into a modest gown.
In the back of the house the old man had begun the mundane task of whipping up a meal for his new guest. He had a few moments to himself before the back door of his home entered and 3 of his neighbors entered unannounced. The three burly farmers stared angrily.
"Gavin, why are you helping the woman?" One of them snarled.
Gavin lowered his head in submission, he was no match for one of these men, let alone three.
"I just thought that she might be able to help us." He said softly. "She appears skilled and surely has the gods on her side."
"I cannot risk my daughter on the slime chance she can stand against those creatures." Another man replied. "They have not hurt anyone as long as we have done as they command."
"And you will do what they command...right Gavin?" Said the third. "You know what do to. If you disobey them and anything happens to my family, I will be sure to punish you!"
Gavin stood silently as the three men left a moment later. He now held in one of his trembling hands a small vial that had just been given to him.
"Please forgive me." He finally said, looking up to the sky.
Turning to the counter, he emptied the blood red liquid from the vial into Vira's tankard.
Gavin blushed as he entered his main room and laid eyes upon Vira. His guest now wore a simple, yet elegant dress that allowed him to take in her full femininity. The dark purple bodice clung tightly to her body revealing a slim, tight waist. Despite a rather modest neckline, the shape of Vira's full breasts were visible beneath the fabric. Her toned arms teased at the firm, athletic body that was hidden beneath her modest gown. Vira had pulled her hair up, her bare neck drawing his gaze, despite himself.
"Vira...I figured you could use some ale before dinner." Gavin said, handing her the tankard filled with the tainted ale. "The roast will be a while, so we could discuss your business."
"Thank you." Vira said, smiling warmly as she tucked her gown beneath her knees and took a seat in front of his fireplace and began to drink.
Gavin felt horrible about condemning Vira to the fate she would soon suffer, but feared the consequences too much to do anything about it.
"Shereena arrived in the village two weeks ago." Gavin said as Vira listened intently. "She arrived with another woman and stayed at The Night Cloak. Like I said, she wasn't dressed as a priestess. Both women were dressed quiet elegantly. I think they wanted to draw the attention of some of the local men."
"Shereena?" Vira replied. "Are you sure you have not mistaken someone else for her? That is quite unlike her."
"Oh, I think she was following the lead of her friend." Gavin said in answer to her question. "She seemed the dominant of the two. The last I saw of either of them, they had both retired to the back for the evening with a gentleman guest."
"What?" Vira said in shock. She quickly turned and looked out the window to the eerily silent Night Cloak. "Shereena...what have you done?"
"I don't know." Gavin said, feeling ashamed of himself. "But, she never left. The owner closed the business after her arrival, presumably to spend all of his time with her."
As she gazed across the street, Vira saw light through one of the windows, then motion as someone moved inside, then another candle light.
"Gavin...please excuse me. I must go." Vira said as she hopped up and bolted out the front door.
"What have I done?" He said to himself. Gavin closed the door to his home and retired to his bedroom, trying to put this out of his mind.
Across the street the front door to The Night Cloak burst open and Vira spilled into the building.
"Shereena?" She called out into the darkness, panting slightly from sprinting across the street.
Nothing greeted her but silence. Then she heard it. A deep growl of contentment flowed from the rear of the building. The sound caused Vira to tremble, then gasp. She continued to listen, allowing the sound to fill her ears, the growl becoming rhythmic, creating a slow tempo.
Vira felt drawn by the sound, each growl tugging her towards it. Slowly she began to walk deeper into the building. The sounds had a strong, sexual nature to them, as well as a dark, evil feel. As the sounds grew louder with each step she took, Vira then could make out a softer feminine moan beneath it. The woman's voice was soft and submissive. Her voice matched the tempo of her dark lover and was latched with pleasure.
Soon Vira could recognize it...Shereena. The paladin smiled warmly.
Soon she was at the source of the pleasurable sounds. Before her was a closed door, the faint light of several candles shining from beneath it. Vira felt no fear, anxiety, or disgust. Only a sense of belonging. Reaching forward she gripped the handle and casually opened the door.
The scene before here did nothing to shock the young paladin...in fact she felt as if she expected it.
The large chamber dominated the rear of the building. Filling the center of the room was a large circular altar nearly 15' around. The thing was made of a glossy black stone. Large curved spines curled up in several places along its edge and several ritualistic items lie scattered across its surface. The thing was barely visible in the faint light cast by the candles that rest in stands at the corners of the room. The walls have been decorated with silk tapestries, the things alternating between depicting unholy runes and the faces of demonic lords. Laying atop the altar and facing away from the door was Shereena. Her friend lay on her back with her splayed legs bent at the knees and her arms stretched out over her head.
Kneeling over the young priestess was a truly vile creature. It was massive, nearly half the size of the altar upon which Shereena lie. Its body reminded Vira of a bulbous, hairless spider. Its smooth, black carapace glistened in the faint light as its moved. Rising from its body was a long, thick neck that ended in a large misshapen head. The creature's gaping maw was circular in shape with every surface of it lined with tiny teeth. Its putrid green tongue hung from its mouth, several long strings of goo hanging from the thing as it gazed down at Shereena while taking her. The demon's cock seems to have slithered forth from an opening in its body. The thing appeared to be a series of linked chitinous plates; the dark crimson segments twisting as the thing's cock moved of its own volition, thick goo oozing from between the plates as it slowly pumped into Shereena. The creature's long, spindly legs spread out over the altar, gripping the thick spires as it held itself above his prize. The thing's four arms ended in long, taloned fingers; two of its arms pinned Shereena's wrists to the altar while the other two casually groped the woman's lovely busom.
There was a third figure in the room as well. A tall, lithe dark haired woman on her hands and knees next to Shereena. Vira guessed she was Shereena's mysterious travel partner based on the description Gavin had given her. Though, a pair of small horns protruding from her forehead and the black leathery wings sprouting from her back were something that Gavin had not mentioned. She grinned widely and brought a finger to her lips, signaling for Vira to remain silent.
Vira obeyed. Her lovely lips parted and she panted deeply while watching the scene unfold before her. The young paladin found herself turned on by what was happening to Shereena. She felt her virgin flower begin to moisten and she fidgeted just a bit. Slowly, her lips began to upturn into a playful smile.
The succubus gave a knowing smile as she watched the young paladin reaction. She then glanced back down at Shereena and watched as the young woman's lips released moans of pleasure, praising her demonic lover. One of her hands slowly moved to Shereena's belly, running across her bare flesh, able to sense the budding demonic life that resided within Shereena. Vivian lowered her mouth to Shereena's still flat belly and planted a soft kiss upon her flesh before allowing her tongue to slowly roam the young woman's belly. She looked up, gazing at the paladin while she tasted Shereena's flesh. Vira stared back, fascinated and yearning. Vivian sighed in pleasure at the look on the woman's face. She was looking forward to the woman's violation.
The demon's grotesque cock continued to plunge deep into Shereena, sinking into her tight body and feeling her stretch around his girth. His slow, steady thrusts filled the room with a very pronounced sucking sound. Ssschllllooooorrrp Sssssllllleeeeoooooww The sounds filled Vira's thoughts and guided her gaze to the slimy thing as it had her friend. The thing oozed slime as it moved, its segmented plates spreading the young priestess' petals as they entered and exited, inflicting inhuman pleasure upon the woman. Shereena willingly held her thighs open for the creature, giving herself to him, her thighs tensing up in pleasure each time the demonic cock pushed forward and disappeared inside her. Shereena's feet pushed on the surface of the altar, slowly rocking her body along the hard rock. Her belly bulged as the demon filled her, the succubus hungrily sucking upon her belly as she felt the demon moving inside Shereena.
Vira took several steps closer, grinning widely as she watched her best friend enjoy the carnal attentions of the vile demon. Her own desires had grown, her steps a bit awkward now as her legs began to grow weak, Vira hoping she would be invited onto the altar! The succubus lifted herself, leaving Shereena's belly glistening with her saliva. She met Vira's gaze and smiled widely. The demon's potion had done its work and this holy paladin was going to eagerly give herself over to her new masters. New masters... For a moment Vivian recalled the touch of dead flesh that once pleasured her, but the thought quickly faded in favor of desire to please her demonic masters.
The demon inside Shereena slowed its pumping into his toy, eventually stopping and allowing his cock to casually slip from the woman, revealing a throbbing, fleshy tip to his vile cock. Shereena gasped as she felt her lover withdraw from her body. Her lustful moans ceased, becoming a soft panting as her gaze focused upon the hideous face of the creature above her. The creature's hands released her, the pair upon her breasts moving to Shereena's waist while another moved to lovingly caress her cheeks.
"Shereeeennnaaaa..." The creature said with a deep, growling voice. "I think we should celebrate. Look..."
"A celebration?" Shereena said playfully with a soft smile. "Whatever for?"
She rolled over onto her belly, and to her surprise she met Vira's gaze.
"Vira!" Shereena squealed with surprise, though after a moment her expression to that of joy. "How did you find me?"
"The townsfolk were most helpful Shereena, they led me right to you." Vira said, smirking as she glanced up at the demon. "And I have to admit I am glad they did."
Shereena blushed at Vira's comment, her personality showing through now and then.
"Vira..." The creature spoke. "Come, join us. I can sense your desire."
Shereena sat up, her legs dangling over the edge of the altar, her arms stretched out to welcome her friend. Vira was able to gaze upon her friend's body unhindered for the first time. She never expected to feel this way, but Shereena was beautiful..she found herself wanting to be close to her, to touch her. Shereena's arms embraced Vira and pulled her close, Vira sighing pleasurably as she felt her friend's shapely form press up against her.
"Shereena...you are so beautiful.." Vira whispered. "I never realized I could feel this way..."
Vira stared into her friends bright blue eyes as Shereena smiled back. Vira brushed Shereena's blond hair back and slowly leaned in. Shereena moaned pleasantly as Vira's lips met hers. Vira groaned as she planted a kiss on her friend, her tongue slipping into her friend's lovely mouth.
"Hmm...yes..." Vira said with a playful growl.
Her hands cupped Shereena's head, fingers moving through her blond hair. Shereena submitted, laying back as Vira pushed forward, crawling atop her. Vira kissed furiously, her lips wrestling with her friends while their tongues danced together. Vira broke the kiss and stared down at her friend for a moment, panting deeply, lust filling her eyes. Vira lowered herself to Shereena's luscious breasts and eagerly planted her mouth atop one of her pert nipples. She groaned hungrily as she began to suck, slurping noisily upon Shereena's flesh while her tongue tasted her younger friend.
Vivian watched with a wide grin, finding pleasure in just how quickly the young paladin had taken to the potion she was given. So much for being a strong willed holy warrior. Vivian moved, leaving her kneeling position and slipping off the altar. She slithered over to the two women and moved behind Vira. Wrapping a hand around Vira's neck, she squeezed gently and peeled the woman off Shereena, leaving her panting as she continued to stare hungrily at her friend.
"In time.." Vivian said before planting a kiss upon the paladin herself.
Vira melted within Vivian's embrace. Vivian's strong arms wrapped around the paladin and held her close to her naked body.
"Delicious..." Vivian groaned. "Just like Shereena..."
Vira felt herself floating in pleasure as the succubus kissed her, their tongues slowly dancing together, their lips planted firmly against one another. Then, the kiss ended, leaving Vira panted sharply for breath.
"Oh my..." Stammered the paladin.
"Indeed." Vivian grinned. "Now why don't we get this robe off, so we can all enjoy your beauty."
The succubus ran her hands along Vira's toned arms, causing the paladin to tremble with pleasure wherever she touched. Vivian smiled at Vira, staring into her eyes as her hands moved to her bodice, untying the lace that held her gown together. She licked her lips as the woman's bodice loosened. Vira smiled back as she was undress, parting her lips and moaning sensually as she felt Vivian tug on her dress, pulling it down, the fabric falling to the ground, pooling around her high heeled clad feet.
Vivian openly sighed as she gazed upon the woman's virginal beauty. Vira's body was firm and tight thanks to years of training.
"Hmm, they are going to enjoy you." Vivian chuckled, running her hands along the sides of Vira's body.
"I hope so." Vira replied
"Get onto the altar." Vivian commanded, moving from Vira to retrieve a large silver chalice. "We need to prepare you...so your body can properly hold their seed."
"Absolutely vile." Vira said with a playful smile.
Vira energetically hopped up into a seated position on the altar and scooted herself fully onto the thing, feeling a penetrating, sensual magical energy flow through her. With a lustful sigh she lay back, resting still.
"Perfect." Vira said, moving to her and kneeling by her side.
The demon watched as Vivian began to prepare the young paladin. The thing growled softly, pleased with the woman, growing eager to see her pure soul tainted. Vivian's hands moved the goblet above the young warrior's taut belly. Her mouth began to chant in the demonic speech, casting the binding ritual as her hands tilted the goblet, pouring the thick, black goo upon her naked flesh. Vira watched curiously, willingly participating without a second thought. The demon chuckled as Vira's luscious body tensed up and her lips released a sharp gasp while the warm ink stained her flawless body. She was pure and untainted, unlike Shereena by the time they had found her, the ritual was much quicker, the demonic ink flowed across the trembling paladin's belly forming into the shape of a pentagram. Vivian's chants grew louder as did Vira's deep gasps, her body and soul heaving as the dark magic penetrated her. Vira's sharp gasps melted into deep moans, her chest heaving deliciously with her panting as the ink upon her belly began to fade, releasing a putrid purple light as it melded with her soul. The room was then quiet, the chanting over.
Vivian grinned cruelly as she stared into Vira's eyes.
"How do you feel?" She chuckled, playfully running her hand along the woman's slim neck.
Vira gazed up at the succubus as her composure returned and her eyes saw Shereena kneeling behind the dark haired woman, having watched the entire ritual. The young priestess had gazed in fascination as she watched Vira succumb to the initiation ritual. Shereena smiled warmly as Vira turned her gaze to her. Vira grinned widely in return.
"I wish you would have found me years earlier." She cooed, writhing sensually upon the altar while Vivian and the demon stared down at her.
"Vivian..." Growled the demon as he gaze down at the 3 women beneath him. 'Why don't you show Shereena and Vira to the spires...then return to me."
"Hmm...with pleasure.." Vivian said, her voice dripping with lust and eagerness.
"Shereena...come...you know the way." Vivian said to the young woman, grinning evilly as she slowly slipped off the altar and motioned towards one of the thick curved spikes growing from the edge of the altar.
"What's this?" Vira said with a playful grin as she sat up and crossed her legs...and watched, curious as to events to come.
"Gladly..." Shereena said playfully in a childlike manner, hopping up and scurrying over to Vivian, though her innocent face blushing as she made her admission. "I like the altar."
"It is so nice to see you turning into such a little slut Shereena." Vivian cooed, leaning forward and playfully running her tongue along the woman's neck. "Eager to feel demon cock inside your tight body are you?"
Shereena sighed pleasurably as the succubus ran her hands along the priestess' arms. Vivian slowly guided Shereena back, pressing her against one of the tall spires. Gripping Shereena's small wrists she lifted her arms, raising them high above her head. Shereena held her arms together as Vivian released her and moved to wrap a black silken sash around her wrists, securing Shereena to the spire, the young woman now standing at the edge of the altar, free for the taking.
"Hmm, I would love to have you right now Shereena, you look positively delicious...but I have other things to attend to..." Vivia smiled as she moved aside and stared at Vira, smirking . "Your turn...unless you don't desire to."
Vira panted deeply as she stared back and the succubus, her lips turned up into a playful smile as she did so. Without saying a word, she uncrossed her legs and dismounted the altar. The paladin brushed her hair back and walked to the empty spire next to Shereena, her heeled shoes slicking on the floor as we did so. Without any guidance from the demonic Vivia, Vira leaned back against the thing, sighing as she felt the cool stone against her flesh, and slowly raised her arms up into position, her plump breasts jutting out as her back arched.
"You take to this well paladin." Vivia gloated with a large grin as she bound the woman. "Perhaps this is what you really wanted all along. Joining a holy order just to put yourself in our path so you may give yourself to us."
"Ohhh...If so...then I deserve what you do to me." Vira replied, her eyes closing as she panted hungrily, the paladin's mind obviously not even trying to fight the spells cast upon her, she was wholly theirs.
Vivian chuckled.
"I will leave you two. But fear not, I don't think will be left alone for too long." Vivian smiled as she eyed the gorgeous women all bound up and ready to be taken by whatever desired to have them.
The succubus looked up at the creature hovering above the altar, the thing leering at her. Slowly, she crawled up into the large altar, staring up into his glowing green eyes as she sensually moved to him, crawling on her hands and knees. The creature chuckled and watched her lithe form move to him.
Effortlessly, the creature reached down and lifted the woman from the altar, his hands gripping her tight ass and the backs of her shoulders. As the grotesque creature stared upon her nakedness, his arousal returned. A sickening sucking sound filled the room as his cock began to worm its way free from his bulbous body, the thing oozing slime as it swayed about. Vivian watched, her tongue sensually gliding along her soft lips as the demon's foul manhood slithered forth.
"Hungry are you?" The demon said with a cruel chuckle. "On your knees."
Vivian's lips smiled widely at the thought. The creature lowered her to the altar, Vivian kneeling before him. She felt a pair of his powerful hands slip around her head, cupping her skull and slipping into her long black hair. Another hand rested on her shoulder while his last gripped his slimy organ.
"Hmm...yesss..." Vivian cooed before opening her mouth wide as she felt the creature guide her forward.
The thick organ met her luscious lips, the succubus releasing a muffled groan of desire as the throbbing head of his cock slipped into her lovely mouth. Both of Vivian's delicate hands found the length of the creature's chitinous organ, gently caressing him as her lips wrapped tightly around the thing, her tongue pleasuring him. From behind Vivian the other two women could hear the slick, wet sounds of her lips upon the demon's cock, their own desires growing as they listened...even though they were unable to lay eyes upon the scene.
Vira and Shereena writhed against their binds, both their mouths open as they moaned softly. Their bodies were wet with arousal, yearning to feel a demon inside them. Fortunately, they would not be waiting long. At first, one creature emerged from the darkness.
It was a hulking brute, standing nearly seven feet in height. Its body was muscular, yet twisted into grotesque shapes. Its dark, mottled grey skin felt stretched across its body. Thick, black boney plates covered parts of its body, jutting up from its shoulders, covering parts of its arms and legs, as well as giving its face a fearsome skull like appearance. Its maw was huge and lined with thick, sharp teeth. Its cock was truly awful however. A thick, foot long weapon rippling with muscle. The tip of the thing was formed by five thick appendages and came together and formed a wicked phallic head.
The thing eyed both women, leering at their beauty. Unknown to them, he had a reason for doing so as he turned to Shereena. He growled in satisfaction as she whimpered submissively. This creature was new to the priestess, yet another vile creature that was going to know the pleasure of her perfect body. Vira could not help but watch, her eyes fixated on the creature's massive cock.
The demon towered over the small Shereena, leering down at her with lust in its piercing red eyes as she gazed sheepishly up at it. It brought a large hand to her neck and gently massaged her flesh, growling contently whilst listening to her whimper at his touch. Using its other hand, the demon brushed back Shereena's blonde hair, allowing him to see all of her lovely face.
Easing himself forward the creature's erect cock pressed against the woman's tummy, Shereena's eyes rolling back and her lips releasing a soft, soothing moan as she felt the rippling organ lewdly glide along her flesh. The creature chuckled, his hips slowly rocking as it pumped the massive thing along the priestess' flat belly.
"Please...enter me..." Shereena pleaded, her voice soft, yet yearning as her shapely hips began to sway.
The demon chuckled once more, though did not speak. Its hands ran down the length of Shereena's curves, feeling her gasp in pleasure at his warm touch. Slipping over her hips, they came to rest upon the back of her thighs. Squeezing, he lifted and parted her legs; Shereena wrapping them loosely around the creature as he did so. The young priestess looked up into his eyes, feeling his cruel gaze upon her. She smiled warmly before allowing her eyes to look down and focus upon his writhing cock as he gripped the thing and lowered it to her moist petals.
Only a few feet away Vira watched in amazement. The young paladin gasped sharply as she watched, her desire even greater than Shereena's. The thing's cock was massive, she couldn't wait to see her friend take it. The demon glanced over at her, their gazes meeting for a moment, Vira sensing its joy at her reaction.
Turning back to Shereena, the demon cupped the woman's tight cheeks and gently pulled her lower body away from the stone spire. The finger like appendages on his cock tensed, pulling tighter together as they began to slowly push into the young woman. Both women and the demon watched as he sank into Shereena's tight little body. Her pussy stretched and wrapped tightly around the thick tip of the demonic cock, the demon groaning deeply as he felt her tight warmth around him. Shereena trembled, her mouth hanging open to gasp sharply over and over. She felt his hands grip her ass tighter, pulling her hips to him, his cock sinking deeper into her. Shereena's belly slowly began to grow as her body welcomed the demons manhood, the entirety of the thing finally nestled within her, his crotch pressed up tightly against her.
"Hmm...yes..." Vira cooed, licking her lips as she watched the demon fill her friend with his vile organ.
Shereena herself panted deeply, allowing her head to lean back as she did so. A serene smile could be seen on her lovely lips, her mind obeying the demonic magic that had controlled her the last few weeks. Her ankles locked together behind the demon, her legs squeezing against him as his cock squirmed, stimulating her luscious body. The warm touch of the demon's hands were then felt upon her breasts, the creature cupping her mounds, gently squeezing. His hips then began to move, casually rocking back and forth between Shereena's thighs, his cock thrusting deep into the girl.
Vira eventually allowed her gaze to drift from the scene, movement in front of her catching her eye. The creature that stood before her...she was familiar with it. She knew it as The Spirit of Injustice...a demon that was the arch enemy of her order, this thing had sworn to destroy all of her kind!
"Vira..." Spoke the creature, the thing's voice raspy, and somehow vile and slimy. "Yes...I know your name, and I must say I am overjoyed to find you here."
The thing was tall and lanky, having a vile, gangly build about it. Slimy green flesh covered its entire body, almost like that of a frog. Its long taloned fingers were connected by a webbing like membrane. Its face was dominated by an overly large mouth, the thing filled with blunted teeth and two long fangs that jutted up from its jaw. Two tiny black eyes could be seen from beneath the creatures bulbous brow. His cock jutted out, eager to enjoy this paladin. Thick, pronounced ridges covered the surface of the thing, the phallic head was nearly twice the size of the rest of his cock and throbbed visibly in anticipation of having Vira. Hanging beneath his menacing organ was a grotesque sack, its semi-transparent sack throbbing as thousands of tiny worm like things squirmed within a thick green goo; surely to soon find its way into the lovely Vira
The creature reached out and gently slid the back of his fingers along Vira's cheeks while he chuckled cruelly.
"Let's test your true loyalty to us Vira." The thing gloated. "Do you wish for me to take your maidenhood?"
Vira panted sharply, her full, firm breasts rising and falling as her open mouth sucked in the air. She stared at the creature, remembering how she once hated it so. But now...she wanted it defeat her. Surrendering to him felt so right. Her gaze drifted to his demonic cock. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and she slowly ran it along her lips as desires continued to well up inside her.
"I surrender to you." She finally said, her voice breathless. "Bend me to your will."
The creature tossed its head back and laughed loudly.
"Yes...It feels liberating once you realize you cannot win, does it not?" The thing gloated.
The hand upon her cheek unfolded and slowly wrapped around to the back of her neck. Pulling forward slightly, the thing held her head for a kiss. Vira let out a soft moan, her lips parting as the creature's face approached hers. A slimy, grotesque tongue slithered from his mouth and met her lips. Vira sensually wrapped her lips around the thing, sucking gently as it squirmed into her mouth, gliding along her tongue, forcing her to taste him while his hot breath washed across her face. Vira's eyes remained open, wanting to gaze upon the hideousness of the demon, his deep eyes staring back at her, unblinking.
After several minutes the creature broke the lewd kiss. Vira gasped sharply, then licked the slime from her lips and grinned mischievously at the creature she once despised.
"Hmm...surrendering is fun." She cooed, playfully biting her lip.
"You are so weak minded Vira." The demon gloated, hissing into her ear. "You never stood a chance of resisting me."
One of his webbed hands slipped from behind her neck. Vira watched as he slid the thing down, gliding along her flesh and splaying his fingers out over one of her luscious breasts. The young paladin began to pant deeply, her chest heaving as his slimy flesh covered her firm mound, playfully squeezing as he watched Vira yelp in reply.
"Hmm...no...I did not...I am weak...I am yours" Vira moaned, a serene, relaxed expression upon her face as the creature continued to fondle one of her delicious breasts.
"In every way..." He gloated, her firm, thick breast covered by his slimy webbed hand as he continued to squeeze and fondle her plump mounds.
Vira felt the demon's other hand slip to her belly, casually roaming her flesh, leaving behind a thin coat of glistening goo. The creature's gaze drifted up and down her form, enjoying the sight of her lovely curves as she slowly writhed before him.
"I am going to take you now Vira." The creature stated, its horrible maw grinning at her. "And you know that deep down you need me inside your body."
Vira watched with an open, panting mouth as the creature slipped his hands between her thighs and lifted, holding her knees out to either side of his horrid form. His cock stood at attention its massive tip still pulsating. The creature's sack dangled beneath his erect cock, the thing squirming as the thousands of wormlike sperm slithered about, eager to be released into the woman. The demon stepped forward, his wicked face only an inch or so away from hers as she felt his warm, slimy body glide against her soft inner thighs and lower belly. A sharp gasp slipped from the paladin's soft lips as she felt the warm wetness of the creature's cock nestle up against her wet cunt, the demon ever so slowly pushing himself to her.
"Yyyeeessssss...take my cock you little cunt." The demon hissed sharply, his cruel mouth bent up into a hideous smile.
Vira's chest heaved as she gasped deeply, she felt herself spreading open to welcome this vile creature into her virgin body. Her thighs tensed, her knees straitening as her legs jutted out behind the creature. With a cruel sucking sound, the tip of the demon's organ disappeared into the woman, her tight womanhood wrapping tightly around him.
"More...more..." She gasped.
Vira clenched her teeth, her whole body trembling, her belly growing taut, her arms pulling hard on their binds. Then a moment later came a sigh of release, relaxation washed over her as the creature allowed himself to slide deep into the woman he had just deflowered. His massive head throbbed inside her belly, creating a visible swell in her belly as it did so while the thick ridges along his lengthy shaft caressed her canal, creating an irresistible pleasure. Vira's lips slowly turned up and she cooed playfully as the demon filled her, the creature growling in satisfaction as it did so.
"How easy it was to make you beg for me." The gangly demon gloated. "I wonder if you wanted this from the day you were told of my evil."
"I...wish I had." Vira whispered back, a serene smile on her lovely face. "You can make up for lost time if you wish."
"Hahahaha...that I will my little toy. And why don't we begin right now." The creature suggested.
He pulled his hips back, feeling Vira's body glide tightly along his cock, the young woman releasing a trembling moan as he began to move inside her. He held just the head of his organ inside her, staring down at her lovely body, then thrust forward eagerly, plunging himself completely into the luscious paladin, Vira crying out sharply as she was penetrated so cruelly, her body rising into the air as the demon pushed up against her crotch.
His eyes stared at Vira's lovely body as he began to fuck her, his slimy cock noisily slurping in and out as he took her at a steady tempo, enough to cause her to rock back and forth so he could take in the sight of her lovely breasts jiggling before him.
"We will have many long nights like this Vira." He said with joy as his prize groaned uncontrollably before him. "Countless nights in fact."
Meanwhile, next to Vira, her young friend Shereena had been entertaining her new lover the entire time, entranced by the experience and oblivious to anything happening to the paladin. Its claws dug into her butt, peeling her body away from the altar as his massive cock continued to thrust deep into her lovely body. The creature growled deeply, menacingly as its powerful body slowly pumped between the priestess' legs.
Shereena felt his firm grasp on her rear, fingers squeezing her plump cheeks as they pulled her to him and slowly guided her hips into a lewd gyration. Her vile lover made sure to fill her body with the entirety of his powerful cock with each thrust, her body stretching tightly around the thick shaft and pleasuring it. Her body rocked back and forth as she was pulled to him over and over, her plump breasts swaying delightfully while her belly was penetrated over and over by the demon's cock.
"I love having you inside me." Shereena said softly, her conquered mind displaying affection for the vile act inflicted upon her.
The creature's growls turned into a crude chuckle momentarily in response to the comment. The creature allowed one hand to glide along Shereena's supple flesh, moving over the small of her back, around her waist and finally coming to rest upon her belly. He gently pushed against her, feeling her tremble as he did so, her body bulging from the sheer girth of his inhumanly large cock. Stepping forward, Shereena's lover sank himself completely inside her, his cock rippling against her canal. With a bestial grunt, the creature thrust forward, Shereena's tiny body bouncing up into the air, her mouth gasping breathlessly. The priestess' lovely breasts jiggled as her body moved with the creature's vile thrusts, his eyes locked on them as he lewdly fucked her. Shereena's legs unlocked from behind him and dangled beside him as he began to crudely fuck the small woman, reveling in her submission to the vile act.
Still bound to the spire next to her friend, Vira felt the cock that deflowered her moving inside her. Her lover leered lecherously upon her perfect body, drool hanging from his cruel mouth as he stared. Her thighs lie draped over his hands as he held them open, his hips lewdly pumping between them, filling her with his slimy, unholy meat. She groaned deeply, lustfully as her body yielded to the demon, her desire for this foul beast filling all her thoughts.
"What would your paladin friends think of you Vira?" The creature said, still toying with her. "Would they approve of what you are doing?"
"I...don't...care..." She replied with deep gasps, her body deep within the throes of pleasure now.
"I love weak minds such as yours." The creature gloated. "Now, arch your back for me, I wish to taste those magnificent breasts."
"Hmm...yes...master..." The paladin replied, quite comfortable in her submission.
Still rocking from the force of the demon's thrusts, Vira slowly pushed her plump breasts forward, her body tensing up as she arched forward, offering her bosom to him. The creature hissed in pleasure as it lowered its hideous face to her glorious breasts. Vira panted heavily as her chest was displayed for him. Opening his mouth wide, the creature groaned, hot drool spilling down onto the paladin's soft flesh. Hungrily, the demon latched upon one of her thick, firm breasts, his mouth consuming nearly half the flesh mound. His blunted teeth scraped against her flesh while he sucked the fleshy orb past his lips, slurping loudly and drool slithered on down to her trembling belly. He groaned in satisfaction, slurping hungrily upon Vira while his tongue slithered along, tasting her.
The young paladin licked her own lips as she watched the creature fill his large maw with her luscious tit flesh. Her eyes feasted as her demon lover consumed her, his mouth slurping against her silky flesh, pressing against her, shoving as much of her plump breast past his lips as possible. The creature groaned in satisfaction as it tasted the lovely Vira, his slimy tongue slithering freely against her, tasting his new prize. His hands left her thighs and slowly slipped behind her, pulling Vira's tight body towards him, pushing her mounds into his hungry face. The demon's toy trembled as she felt him suck and taste her, her tight belly quivering as it glistened with warm slime drooling down from her imprisoned breast.
From behind her Vira heard a deep, penetrating growl that caused her to shiver. It seems the large, bloated creature that had been enjoying Shereena earlier had found its enjoyment with the Succubus. As she listed to the sounds of his satisfaction, the conquered paladin allowed herself to grin, realizing she was eagerly looking forward to her grotesque lover injecting her with his foul seed.
"Don't worry, he will enjoy you as well." Her lover growled, finally lifting his face from her slime coated breast as he realized Vira was aware of the debauchery upon the altar. "But not until I am through with you."
The creature arched its back, their bodies connected only between the woman's open thighs. She felt his groping hands cupped upon her firm ass, guiding her hips back and forth as they swallowed his cock. His blackened eyes gazed upon Vira's loveliness, watching her slime coated flesh glisten in the torchlight as she moved before him. Her flat tummy squirmed with her erotic motions, the massive throbbing head of cock visible as a bulge as his organ slid in and out of his new toy. Her hips ground lewdly against his slimy flesh, her thighs wrapped loosely around his body, between them the demon's cock penetrated the young paladin. The creature chuckled as his gaze shifted to his cock, watching the thing thrust into Vira, her tight lips wrapping around the rancid organ.
"Oh my...Yes..." Vira panted as her mortal enemy began to pick up the speed of this thrusts.
The demon slapped loudly against her, Vira's body rocking back and forth between her binds and the creature. His hands gripped tightly, squeezing as they sharply pulled her to him.
"Yes indeed." He growled, his eyes watching her plump breasts jostle delightfully as she bounced against him. "Tell me...grunt...do you want this?"
Vira's soft pants began to grow into sharp gasps, her voice filling the chamber as she felt the demon's vile cock savagely thrusting into her. His clawed hands tugged crudely on her firm tush, pulling her to him as he penetrated her. Her body began to tense up, the outline of his cock against her belly becoming more visible as she sucked in her belly. Her legs squeezed against him, pulling him to her.
"Yes...yes..." Vira began to chant along with her sharp groans of pleasure.
The former paladin released a loud cry of pleasure as she came, her body giving in to the grotesque pleasure inflicted upon it. She arched her back sharply, her legs sharply pulling him to her, wanting to feel his cock fully within her. Her body bounced against his with loud, wet slaps as she contacted his slimy form. Her hips bucked wildly while her body writhed uncontrollably.
As she swam in ecstasy, Vira felt the slimy organ swell inside her, stretching her even further. The creature slammed his crotch against her one last time, holding her writhing body over his throbbing cock. His growls filled her ears, and his bulbous sack began to squirm. A moment later the young woman experienced a moist warmth deep within her body as the demon's writhing seed began to flow into her fertile body. Between the demon's legs his sack throbbed, its contents writhing wildly as they were squeezed from him, injected into the conquered Vira.
Vira's movements slowed, becoming more subdued. Her tongue slowly glided along her smiling lips while her eyes shifted their gaze to her belly. As her tummy visibly throbbed from the cock beneath it, the pentagram slowly began to appear upon her flesh. Beneath the growls she could make out a deep gurgling sound as more and more of the squirming, gooey seed spilled forth into her vulnerable womb.
Vira felt satisfaction and relaxation wash over her. Her movements slowed more, and came to a halt, her body still save for her soft breaths. Her lover remained inside her, still growling as his orgasm continued, pumping the defeated woman with more and more of his evil seed, her inner thighs stained green as it began to ooze from her.
"Ahhh...Yes indeed." The demon finally said with a satisfied chuckle.
The creature brought a hand to her belly and casually allowed it to roam across her flesh, grinning as he eyed the now fading pentagram upon her perfect flesh.
"You belong to us now Vira." The creature said calmly, smiling cruelly at the defeated paladin. "You shall exist solely to please us. Though I doubt that will ever cause you any distress."
Vira sighed pleasurably in reply while smiling playfully at the creature. Her mind swam in pleasure and now eagerly embraced the demonic magic that had been cast upon her. She felt his cock still moving inside her, her master allowing his hips to casually rock back and forth, still enjoying her tight warmth around his organ. His sticky seed coated his rod, the stuff oozing from her violated form, and dripping to the floor below.
"And no need to worry, the festivities are just beginning." Laughed the creature. "Let's get onto the altar and get you properly welcomed into our fold." | Downfall of Heroines Ch. 03 | [
"demon",
"impregnation",
"monster",
"gangbang",
"mind control"
] |
Text: The office "holiday" party had been going on for over an hour. And although it was scheduled to run for at least another two hours, Charlotte didn't think she could last that long. The introduction of alcohol into the party had caused her generally tolerable co-workers to become, well, less than tolerable. It had become painfully clear to Charlotte that at least a third of her co-workers were lightweights when it came to alcohol. On top of that, it was also clear to her as to what kind of drunks each of her co-workers were. Although none of that really concerned Charlotte; what concerned Charlotte was if Chelsea Hanler was going to do what she had planned.
Chelsea Hanler was a whore, and Charlotte despised her. In the last four years since the end of college, Chelsea had taken ever guy that Charlotte had taken a liking to. And despite her best efforts, Charlotte just couldn't manage to get Chelsea out of her life. Once Charlotte had been employed in her current job and met her cute co-worker, Tom, she thought she was rid of Chelsea. But it seemed life was content on punching Charlotte in her non-existent and otherwise metaphorical junk. For low and behold, Chelsea was later employed at Charlotte's office, and took no time in making Tom's acquaintance. This... displeased Charlotte.
In the ensuing months, Charlotte had been plotting as to how to get back at Chelsea in a way that would forever humiliate her. Charlotte had recently got in contact with an old friend of hers from college, Jack, that was working for a local company that specialized in what she would describe as novelty items, although that's not the term that Jack would use. But Jack had gotten his hands on a special item for Charlotte, which the company he worked for just released to the public. And given Chelsea's known habits, it was perfect.
Chelsea had a nasty habit of chewing gum throughout the day, and especially before she had sex. It was also apparent that Chelsea was a horny drunk. And given the more than likely scenario that was to occur at the office party, Charlotte thought it best carry out the deed then.
With everything ready, Charlotte had to hide her glee and anxiousness in the days before the party, as to not raise any suspicions. As any sort of perceived excitement on Charlotte's part might be considered uncharacteristic for her given the nature of their office parties. None the less, the day of the party came, and Charlotte was more than ready.
When Charlotte showed up to the office for the party, she was by no means dressed evocatively. She was wearing what she considered to be casual: black jeans, plain red t-shirt underneath her black sweatshirt, and a Santa hat which did nothing to keep her shoulder length black hair from being tossed about by the frigid winds outside. The same couldn't be said about Chelsea. She was wearing what Charlotte could best describe as a sexy Mrs. Santa costume. It comprised of a red velvet dress that stopped just above her knees with fluffy white fringe along the bottom and along the neck line, a pair of red velvet gloves with the same white fringe around the openings, a pair of thigh-high leather boots complete with white fringe as well, a black leather belt around her middle, and a Santa hat resting upon her flowing blonde mane. This choice of attire didn't surprise Charlotte in the slightest.
Shortly after arriving, Charlotte waited until the cost was clear and made her way to Chelsea's unattended purse. Upon looking through it, she found a pack of gum with only one stick left in it. Charlotte quickly removed the last stick and replaced it with one she had brought with her, after which she slipped away without being seen. Thus Charlotte waited for Chelsea to drink enough to act in predictable fashion, all the while trying to avoid her boss's drunken advances. But it wasn't until an hour and a half after the party started that Chelsea finally had enough to drink, and decided to take a tipsy Tom along with her to one of the empty conference rooms, making sure to grab the stick of gum from her purse along the way. Seeing this, Charlotte grabbed a nearly empty bottle of spiced rum and made her way to the conference room right next to the one Chelsea and Tom entered.
Once inside, Charlotte quickly closed and locked the door, closed the blinds, and then quickly turned off the lights. Charlotte then felt her way long the wall separating the two rooms, to a hole that the previous janitor had made once he found out what Chelsea was doing after hours. Charlotte looked through the hole to see Tom sitting in a conference chair, while Chelsea teased him by slowly lifting up more and more of her skirt. That's when she saw it: a blue smudge appearing on Chelsea's nose that then spread to the rest of her body. Tom, his head in Chelsea's skirt, was completely oblivious until Chelsea nearly shrieked once she saw her blue arms. Her stomach then proceeded to distend, causing the belt to tighten and Chelsea to freak out more. Charlotte had to keep herself from laughing from what she was seeing. Once free of her belt, Chelsea's entire body began to expand, shredding her dress and leaving her completely naked. Her arms and legs taking on cone-like shapes, Tom helped her get the boots off before they were shredded.
Seeing enough, Charlotte left the room and the proceeded to enter the room Chelsea and Tom were in, with the bottle still in her hand. The conference table in the middle of the room had been pushed aside, and a seven-foot tall blueberry Chelsea teetered back and forth while Tom stood dumbstruck.
"OH MY GOD! CHELSEA?!" screamed Charlotte, purposefully trying to attract attention. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" | null | [
"Blueberry Inflation",
"Female Inflation",
"Prose that Blows 4 - Winter Wonderland (2010)",
"Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Sexiest Story"
] |
I awaken to a mostly empty bed, it's only occupant is myself of course I did not roll off in my sleep. I sit up and look around, my companion is gone, his name eluding me at the moment, not in the kitchen I walk into the bathroom to find it is likewise empty. Looking at my reflection I find my hair is a mess I pick up the brush glad that little myth is wrong. I giggle as I think of one thing, if one cannot see oneself in the mirror, how does one have good hair.
My hair in something of an order, not that my hair can ever really get into order, curly hair tends to dislike order with a passion, I move back into the other room. I notice then that there is a post it note to my monitor giggling at the thought someone left a love note to my monitor I go and pull it off. I sigh when I realize it is a love note of sorts to me.
"Hey I had a lot of fun last night and I want to do it again. You wouldn't get up you were sleeping like the dead so I left this note." His name Brian and a phone number are below the little note.
Thinking I had better come up with a name for myself, I had been told to not use my birth name I turn the computer on then move to the TV. I get news again, this time talking about the massacre last night then again of a freighter with no crew. When the news moves on to matters I care not about, the traffic report, I move back to the computer. I giggle when there is a new email asking for my name with a link, I click on the link then find a space for my first name appearing on the monitor. After my first name I get a last name choice I choose the best of these, then check what time I am supposed to be at this location, half an hour so I get up and get dressed.
Vixandra Jones steps out of her door for the first day of the rest of her unlife, I giggle at the thought. I am hesitant to step out of the shadow of the building into the sunlight until I realize the emails said sunlight is not to be feared and I was sitting directly in it watching TV. Tossing the visions of me bursting into flame and burning into ash away, I step out into the light, tensing a little anyway.
The most interesting thing happened to me then, nothing, with a giggle and a spring to my step I head in the direction the Google map told me. A number of men I pass saying hi to me, I great each with a salutations good sir and continue on my way. One of these starts following me, enlisting a couple more that I pass that are like him of Hispanic descent, well at least they are a dirty brown color that you always think of as being Mexican.
Thinking perhaps there is something wrong with my attire, I am sure there is not though it never hurts to ask I move behind a store I am passing. I walk behind the dumpster into the shade it is slightly warm today after all and wait for the three men. They look a little lost when they come around the corner looking around, I call them over.
"Sorry for hiding like that guys, it's a little on the warm side and I wanted to cool off a little. I am curious, you have been following me for a short spell and I admit to be worried my dress is out of place." I am leaning against the dumpster now, they all three look me up and down and smile.
"Your dress is out of place yes, it's on you chica. We are here to remove it and get a little of you." The shorter one tells me with a grin, his voice is very uncouth.
"Oh such a little man with big words, tell me do your girlfriends call you tiny or speedy?" I push him away then sidle up with a taller one he is somewhat cute though mostly I just feel like a little snack. "This tall drink of water on the other hand, I'd like to take you elsewhere and drink some of you."
The one I'd pushed gets up, oh my very bad I did not mean to push that hard, and pulls out a gun. The one I'm trying to coax someplace private backs away from me, the other taller one backs away as well.
"Bitch that's it, get on the ground and spread your legs or get a new hole in you."
I feign indecision as he gets closer looking at the ground and him, when he walks close enough I kick his hand with the gun. Self defense training turning into Karate classes pays off finally. The gun scampers away the short man comes for me his fist raised saying a few more things of an unkind nature at me. I put my palm into his nose breaking it with a most satisfying snap. A sweep kick later he is on the ground and I just keep kicking him, he called me very uncouth things and ruined my snack. A police officer pulls into the area behind the store and gets out of his car.
"Ma'am, if you please stop kicking him, and speak with me a moment." His voice is a very nice flavor to my ears I kick the short man one more time then walk over with a smile. "Ma'am if you would kindly pull your dress down, your underwear is showing and there's no underwear."
"Oh heavens, apologies most sincere good sir." I look down to find my dress has indeed risen to an unseemly height then pull it down. "This uncouth man was following me, there were two more one was nice to look at and gave me a desire for a little snack. This I suppose boy is a better term told me my dress should be on the ground and he was going to help me with it along with I believe the proper term is force himself on me. I returned a different sentiment on his size and pushed him away to better be near the lovely drink of water when he pulled a gun, it is over there now, and threatened me with forced actions again along with an or fill me full of holes I think is the term. I feigned indecision on which I wanted until he walked closer then kicked the gun away. The end result is as you see it, though there really is no need for your assistance, he is well in hand and I really must be moving on I am almost late."
"If you have no desire to press charges I can't force you. I'll take him in for medical attention then charge him with possession of a firearm. Did you have a purse with you?"
"Oh my no I forgot that, luckily I am not in need of the local coin. Good day to you kind sir."
He watches me go with a rather mystified expression, I think of going back and asking him for a snack except he would refuse and give me a card instead. I have a note and a card already so simply continue on. I am really starting to like this knowing what would happen if I try, though perhaps I should try it and make sure it is correct. I look around for a man I could live with myself for offering fun to and being accepted even though my head is saying no on the nice drinks. Sadly there are not that many nice drinks to choose from, finally I find one that my head says no and I would like to get alone for more than a snack.
"Excuse me kind sir, salutations and hello's would you be interested in going someplace private for fun, I find I have an itch only a man can scratch."
He looks at me and I can tell he is tempted simply by the way his eyes travel up and down me.
"I'd like to I would, I am however married. Sorry I do hope you find a man to scratch that itch." His voice is nice, deep and resonating and puts a certain curl in my toes.
Curiosity satisfied I thank him and move on, speeding up a little so I am only fashionably late. Feeling weird for going to such a run down warehouse I squeeze through the chained gate. There is no one moving inside the fence, there is however an opening into the warehouse. I follow the path opened to me by this opening inside to find the inside is surprisingly dark.
Hearing someone moving around inside I move farther in letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. I am moving around a pile of boxes when it comes to me if I walk past this pile I will get speared in a bad way. I pause for a brief moment to mull over the things I can do before deciding on pulling on a certain box. With said box pulled the entire pile falls over to a curse word of a surprisingly amused nature.
"Damn fresh meat, they always just walk past the boxes." A rather dirty man says laughing as he climbs out of the pile.
"I am of an assumptive bent at the moment you are the man I was supposed to meet?"
"Well damn, don't you talk funny. I am that man yes I am to teach you a few things. Namely of the defending yourself nature, I hope you came up with a name." He says walking closer, he smells poorly with long oily hair and a sort of beard.
"I have yes, there are many things to be said for taking a shower. First among them you can stand closer to me, back away you foul smelling man." I have to hold my nose when he gets closer.
"Alright you made your point, I'm Jack this is my classroom. If you would kindly follow me I have a shower set up, you fresh meats are all alike lately, I miss the eighteen hundreds a bath was once a blue moon or when you got buried."
Jack leads me through the almost falling down warehouse out a door in the back. He pulls a vest then a shirt off, his boots are kicked off then pants. His clothes end up on a metal barrel that has seen better days long ago. He gets under the shower and I have to watch, he has a third leg, it is not enormous but it is a very nice length. A smell still bothering me I walk to his clothes then toss his shirt at him, followed closely by his pants.
"Ah hell if you're gonna be that way there should be some soap around here somewhere."
I look around for this mythical soap and smile when I find it is not mythical. I go and retrieve it where I had seen myself retrieving it and bring it over to him.
"Well now, since I'm doing a getting married cleaning, not to you don't get your panties in a bunch. I suppose I may as well ask you some questions, have you fed and have you found an attraction to people not sexual in nature?"
"Yes on the first, a very friendly man I met in a club last night, I also have a card from a bouncing man at the same club. The second not so much, there was a man earlier I wished to snack on, but he was also a very nice drink." Jack looks at me strangely.
"Well damn you get around. I have another question, how did you know how to get the boxes to fall on me?"
"I saw myself passing the end of the boxes and being speared in a not nice way. I looked around for a different path and came upon the boxes, one pulled sends them falling so I did that."
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle, you can see the future."
"Well that would explain the foulness when I entered this domicile, where is this monkey pray telling me?"
Jack looks at me then starts laughing, he ends up kneeling trying to catch his breath.
"Oh damn, you are a toot of a most likeable nature. One more question before I try and beat you up, do you know how to fight?"
"My feet are swift and true. I was taught the ways of Karate before I became a living dead girl."
"Well she-it I don't need to do anything for you, which is good we need to figure out who did the massacre in that club across from where you are staying, we had an underling for you waiting in there and he was killed. I suppose maybe your future telling can be a help."
Jack leads me back through the warehouse domicile out the opening then through the gate. A car is waiting for us, a good sized convertible with horns on the front bumper. I laugh at the silly ostentation of such a thing as horns on a car as we pull away.
"Hey don't laugh it's a good car." Jack says looking over at me as we weave in and out of the traffic.
"I am laughing at the horns, cars have horns on the inside not the outside."
Jack just groans as we pull into the parking lot of my domicile. He leads me to my door which is locked I don't recall locking it, luckily I have the key tucked into the tiny little pocket of the skirt, really little more than a fold of the cloth. Door unlocked we go in to find a purse of the very small variety inside is an equally small handbag with a driver's license and a bank card. Jack turns my computer on then looks around, he laughs at the love note I was left.
"Oh shush, he moved atop me very well and tasted quite good."
I have a note on my screen detailing the numbers needed for my bank card. Jack closes the note then asks me what my number was, I tell him twice in all he asked again a little later while we look through the new email detailing what the police have discovered.
"Have you looked under your bed?"
"No Jack, why would I look under my bed?" I am left rather bemused by the question posed.
"Because you have a weapon under your bed, go on get it out."
I reach under my bed feel around for a moment then find something to hold on to and pull it out. I giggle at the sword I have pulled out it is not very long perhaps a foot and a half plus the hilt.
"Since we might end up having to kill someone, we are just trying to figure out whom or what but they might still be nearby I am going to tell you how. You might laugh at the length, it is however all you need. Being shot doesn't do anything to us living dead as you put it, stakes are likewise pointless. Getting a limb cut off hurts, you can just pick it up and reattach it does that on its own. The one thing that you can't fix, being beheaded, shotguns might work if you get really close first shot to the face."
"I take it we do not grow eyes back?" Jack looks at me and smiles.
"Nope, so watch shots to the face, we can function after being shot up we do not however regrow so avoid being shot. That includes bullet holes by the way luckily there is a doctor amongst us, he does skin grafts so you are only left with a scar of being shot. Avoid military fights, mines and grenades may not kill us but we are left very screwed up and lucky if we can walk."
"Ah yes that was in one of the emails, as I recall it said to do whatever a soldier says, including letting him have his way with me. I can do that if he is a nice drink."
"Well in the case of military in a warzone, do everything they say, including letting them do you. Trust me facing grenade launchers and machine guns is a lot worse than some ugly dude fucking you. Now put that sword on and follow me, the club is closed for a few more days."
I strap the sword on as Jack leads me out my door, crossing the street is a quick matter, surprisingly light traffic. Jack heads for the alley behind until I grab his arm and point to the front door. He gives me a surprised look then heads for the door, until I grab his arm again, I see inside is a tall man with a very big sword.
"Tall man with very big sword inside of this club of death, waiting for someone perhaps us."
"Well fuck that would be Kegan he is the law as it were for us. He isn't supposed to be here yet." Jack opens the door and goes in, I follow behind a little nervous.
Inside there is indeed the tall man with the big sword, this Kegan fellow. He stands perhaps six and a half feet tall, lots of hands went into making him comes to me and I giggle. Kegan looks at us as I giggle along after Jack who keeps giving me a look of a strange nature.
"Ah Jack with the latest fresh meat, in the middle of a giggle fest I suppose." Kegan's voice is odd, rather grainy like there are a lot of shelled nuts tumbling around together.
"Oh no sir, there is no fest to my giggles, simply an errant thought. Looking at you I had the thought that a lot of hands went into making you."
"She talks funny yes there is a good side, she can see the future why we came in the front door." Jack says stepping a little away from me.
Kegan looks from me to Jack then back again and laughs.
"Well that is a nice thing to have. Come on Jack make with the looking around and telling me what happened."
Jack looks around and walks here and there Kegan walks over to me and puts an arm around me.
"Has Jack told you about pregnancy yet?" I have to look up at him way up, I'm not short but compared to him even Jack is short.
"Oh my make with the information, I was not alone last night and while he was a good dinner I made friendly in the bed with him."
"No worries alive can't make you pregnant, one of us on the other hand can and while it is a nice thought to some it has major problems. Basically, any child of ours will end up being just like the myths about us, well no reflections is still not applicable, but can't go into daylight."
"Do not have sex with one of us, some will try and seduce you because you are new and they like to watch the execution." Jack says as he comes over making me wish to wax poetic on the questions, he on the other hand continues waxing. "Now as for here it's a jumble, I can't make out who did the killing at least before they started killing. I can at least say we have a problem, it's definitely one of us, I just don't know who all I get is a face covered in blood."
"If they continue to do the massacre's I can find them simply by going by the clubs of soon to be death. Perhaps after the massacre, I find the idea of watching very far into the interesting side of things. Now if you would perhaps allow me to wax poetic on a question, there was mention of an execution, I would like clarifying words on such." I put in before Kegan can say anything.
"Anyone found to be pregnant is summarily executed. The father as well though they usually have evidence of being elsewhere. Just pay attention to those visions of yours. Do you have a cell phone?"
"Not unless it comes built in to me." I start giggling at the idea.
"Ugh Jack take her home and come pick me up, I'll make sure you get a cell phone in the morning. If that was one of us they won't want to feed again for a day or two at least, we can look around tomorrow."
Jack ushers me out the door and across the street again, then follows me inside. I go and turn the TV on then flick the computer on as Jack wanders around then picks up my clothes from yesterday, a card falls free.
"You should call this guy and get a little dinner, keep in mind you can only feed on the same person once a week and you need to have two a week. More is preferable two is just needed, and remember no killing unless it can not be avoided." Jack is holding out the card to me both of us spinning in place when there is a massacre at a different club.
"Jack I am rather in need of a number connector, could it perhaps be that I gain possession of the one you are using so fluently when it no longer serves a purpose?" I ask as Jack pulls out a cell phone, he looks at me confused for a second, then points to a cordless next to my computer.
I call the bouncing man, after some difficulty with speaking with him the volume of his abode is quite loud I make him understand I am the cat's demand of the previous evening. I tell him the location of my body, and make it known there are delights galore in wait for him. He promises to be here shortly then cuts his voice free of the confines. Jack is staring at me as I remove my top, there will be no need for clothes in the near future.
"Damn, you do more than see the future, you exude sexual desire. I want you and damn if I can't, I'll see if Kegan wants to filly shop."
Jack is gone now missed a little his appendage is of a most desirable quality. I remove my skirt and the sword, a little lost on where to put it I finally go and put it on the kitchen counter where I find some papers. I look through the papers to find the first is a contract from the phone company. The second is more interesting, it is a document showing how much I have in the bank feeding to the card in the new purse I was given, along with an amount I will be given every month. At the bottom of this document is an addendum that I need to do the tasks given to me to continue receiving the funds.
Any searching for the answer of what those tasks will be dies with a knock at my door. I move with eagerness, I might be a living dead girl sex is however a most welcome happening. I open the door to find my bouncing man and Kegan towering over him from behind. I usher my bouncing man inside then assure him Kegan is not my delight for the night before going outside with Kegan.
"Sorry to interrupt your dinner, I want to ask if we will find anything if we go searching tonight."
I give Kegan a dirty look, his face stays in the resolute firmness making me wonder if he ever does any other face. I ponder going out and looking for the massacre creator and just come up empty even when Kegan starts mentioning clubs.
"Not a thing is appearing in my noggin, apologies most sincere. Before I go for my fun and drink, I wish to ask of thee if you are capable of the upturned lips. I am becoming of the opinion that your lips have frozen in the face of mad."
Kegan gives me a smile getting me to return in kind, Jack comes over asking if they can go filly hunting. I wonder for a moment on why he wishes to find horses then dismiss it and head back inside. I find my bouncing man watching the boob tube a rather apt term for it he is watching a show with lots of bouncing boobs. I decide to give him my bouncing boobs to watch, a thing he welcomes with a smile as I undo his pants pull him out and stroke him erect.
After pulling his rear to the edge of the sofa I move atop him and rub my cunt up and down the length of him. I smile at the feel of his erect cock rubbing along my most sensitive area, he smiles at the feel of me on his cock. I reach down after rubbing along him a few times, move higher, position his cock to meet my entrance and sink down him.
I bounce on him in a fast manner, my sole intention on getting him to reach an orgasm and bathe my insides with his fluids. His hands come up to my breasts giving me more pleasure than just his member inside of me. I keep bouncing on him moaning a little now, this is really feeling good. I find myself nearing an orgasm with his cock shoving aside my insides then retreating to do it again, his hands on my breasts and the look on his face as I bounce.
Sadly he reaches orgasm before mine has formed, he groans out as his cock swells a little inside of me then I feel the warmth of him. He pulls me closer to him as he starts to move a little under me getting the last of his warmth into me. I get off his lap and recline next to him happy with the pleasure I was given, no screaming mountain of pleasure for me, I very enjoyed giving him one.
"Hopes are high you can perform thusly yet another time before sleep befalls."
"I can do that again yes, I think food is in order first. I checked your fridge is empty, pizza sound good to you?" He is looking at me with a smile.
"I am not of the eating thoughts if you are of such thoughts then I can think of no better than what you desire. I will offer up my plastic fount of coin for your sustenance."
"Well now, an eager woman for sex and will buy dinner. I will accept your offer. I guess I may as well use your phone to call and order."
He gets up and does something with his phone before inputting numbers in my phone. He orders up a pizza while I get my purse and pull out the plastic in question, while he is saying the numbers he gives me an odd look then shows me the unsigned white part of the rear of the phone. Spying a pen on the desk I don't recall ever being in possession of I take and sign the card. With him returned to the sofa I turn on my computer eventually finding I have new messages.
The first of these messages is phone numbers I need to know, Kegan and Jack being the first ones along with another name. Wondering who this Charles is I move on to the second message. This message is of more pressing concerns, it is about a cell phone, I have a link to pick the phone and style. Finally I settle on one promising to have music and internet access in a nice blood red and pink metallic camouflage pattern.
There is a knock at the door I get it the bouncing man tries to get it, he stands up to fasten his pants, then stops as I wave at him on my way to the door. On the other side of the door is a tall man, perhaps as little as nineteen years behind him, I look him up and down and tell him to come by tomorrow late with a smile. He stammers out a few things as I collect the pizza then put my mark to a slip of paper with another piece behind it.
A piece of paper collected I shut the door after giving him a very nice kiss. My bouncing man is already eating pizza on the sofa I pause to think I should get a dirt eating machine then join him on the sofa. We watch TV together, a strange show that makes me a little hungry showing blood all the time. Twice he offers me the pizza, I decline the second time the thought comes to me I should ask Jack and Kegan tomorrow if I can eat regular food.
With the pizza remains safely ensconced in the once empty cold storage machine we retire to the bed. With my dinner of the night fed and rested the fun is to happen, I find I am still rather excited from the last time as he crawls atop me his clothes now on the floor. I watch his cock bounce as he moves atop me, I reach down and guide it to the place I want it.
He groans as he slides it inside of me, I give him an answering moan as my insides part for him. I can feel the ridges as they move deeper inside of me, he is a good sized man and I find this is a glad thing. When he starts to move I rut right back at him, wanting his movements increased with my own. In short order he is pounding at my happy little pussy, forcing my rear quarters into the mattress of the bed with each shove.
I am happily returning his shoves with shoves of my own, leading to a toe clenching moaning release of my excitement. His own release of excitement with the raising of head to crow out his delight when he begins to unleash his warmth into me has me rising up to feed. I have to moan at the release of both of his fluids into me, his blood tastes good and his man juices feel good. I lick up the extra blood on his neck when I have had my fill before he rolls off me and starts to fall asleep.
I look around thinking on things I need done and realize I need nothing, except perhaps a shower. I look at him he is out like a drunk after last call so climb over him to the floor. After my shower I brush my hair then sit at my computer to search for clubs in the city only to realize no printer. Promising myself to call Jack tomorrow and do shopping before we go club hopping for the massacre creator I climb into bed. | Fresh From the Grave: Day 02 | [
"vampire"
] |
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real people is unintentional and purely coincidental.
The Boeing 737 touched down on the tarmac with a bounce. Staff Sergeant Thomas Baird leaned forward in his seat with the sudden deceleration and slid the cover up on his window, looking with bleary eyes at the green fields surrounding the runway. The intercom chimed and the flight attendant's voice came across, saying, "Wilcommen in Deutschland, wo die Ortszeit halb elf ist." She repeated herself in English, "Welcome to Germany, where the local time is ten-thirty in the morning." Tom stretched and yawned; it had been a long, red-eye flight. Tired as he was, he could not help smiling as the feeling of excitement tingled down his spine. He had finally made it back to Germany!
Tom's first taste of Deutschland had come during a week of R&R in between deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan. It had been a glorious time, the fresh green of Germany in May contrasting sharply with the rocks and sand of Kuwait, and Tom and his fellow Airmen had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. He had sworn he would be back one day, and after a year-long remote tour to Korea in order to get a basef-preference assignment, his dream had finally come true.
The plane taxied up to the passenger ramp and everyone scrambled to their feet as the Fasten sign dinged off. Tom waited until the majority had cleared out, preferring to take his time rather than be caught up in the rush. Stuffing the flannel sheet he used for a blanket into his pillow's case, he stood and retrieved his black backpack from the overhead bin and used the straps to cinch his makeshift bedroll to the side. He had travelled enough to learn the importance of being comfortable and being able to catch a nap whenever he could.
Tom deplaned and was relieved to see that the airport signs were in both German and English. His previous visit had been in and out on a C-17, so it was his first time coming through the civilian airport at Frankfurt. He retrieved his duffle bag and a green, military A-bag from the baggage carrousel and cleared Customs without any difficulty. They had been seeing American GI's come and go since the 1940s, and Tim was just another clean-cut face in the crowd.
After a bit of wandering and stopping several times to ask directions, Tom found his way to the USO office in the next terminal over. Sitting at the front desk was an attractive, older lady wearing a red blouse, her gray hair pinned up smartly. "Good morning, ma'am," Tom greeted her, hoping she spoke English. After his last year, it was throwing him for a loop to be surrounded by people who looked like him but did not speak the same language; in Korea, if you saw a white, black or Hispanic face they were almost guaranteed to be American.
"Good morning," the lady, Sandra, according to her nametag, replied. No trace of a German accent. Her prim and proper appearance and bearing suggested an officer's wife, and Tom guessed her husband had retired in Germany and she volunteered at the USO in her spare time. He made this assessment as she continued, "Are you just getting in or heading out?"
"Just landed, ma'am," said Tom.
"Welcome to Germany, then!" She flashed him a smile. "May I please see your ID card while you sign in?" She indicated a log book. Tom handed over his military ID and filled out the log.
"Under 'unit,' should I put where I'm coming from or where I'm going to?" he asked.
"You gaining, unit, please," Sandra instructed. Tom filled in 52d Security Forces Squadron.
Tom asked, "Could you tell me the best way to get to Spangdahlem Airbase? I read something about a shuttle bus, but I don't know the details." Normally, when an Air Force member transferred to a new base as a Permanent Change of Station, or PCS, move, the gaining unit assigned them a sponsor. The sponsor was typically a coworker who would look after the new guy, arrange transportation, answer any questions, and generally assist with the transition. Tom did not have a sponsor, at least not to his knowledge. Maybe one had been assigned to him but he had left Korea a month before and been on leave in the states, so he had not had access to his government email. Consequently, he was on his own, which did not particularly bother him. Half the adventure was figuring things out for himself.
"You can sign up for the White Swan Shuttle right here," Sandra told him, handing him a clipboard along with his ID card. "It is scheduled to depart at noon and makes stops at Wiesbaden, Ramstein, Vogelweh, Baumholder and Spangdahlem." Tom saw that the cost was $35, which seemed like a pretty good deal. Spangdahlem was two hours from the airport by car, probably longer by a slower van. "You're welcome to hang out here or go explore if you're tired to sitting. We have a baggage storage room off to the side," she indicated a doorway to her right, "if you don't want to carry your belongings around with you. Also, help yourself to any snacks or reading materials."
"Thanks!" Tom beamed at her and lugged his gear into the side room. There were a few other military bags and a couple regular suitcases, so he piled all his bags in a corner with his backpack on top to mark his stash.
Walking to the main common area, he saw that there was a table with some muffins, streusel, granola bars and a bowl of apples in the corner. Several couches and a few chairs surrounded a large TV where three young men were playing Xbox, in the middle of a heated round of the latest Call of Duty installment. Virtual explosions and real cuss words filled the air as Tom observed them. Late teens, early twenties, hair cut high and tight, the sides shaved almost smooth with a distinct edge around the relatively longer (quarter inch) hair on top. Not fit enough to be Marines, thought Tom, so they must be Soldiers. Sailors and Airmen would both have had faded transitions to their haircuts. Tom grabbed a muffin and settled in to a chair to watch.
As the match ended, one of the soldiers proffered the extra controller in Tom's direction. "Hey man, you wanna play? We could use a fourth."
Tom shrugged. "Sure, I'll giver 'er a go." He joined in and the next match started. It was a Deathmatch, every man for himself, and it did not take long before the air turned blue again. The final scores showed that Tom had racked up more than double any one of his opponents.
"What the fuck!" the first soldier said, shaking his head. "What are you, some kind of virtual Spec Ops Delta Force motherfucker?"
Tom laughed. "No, just an Air Force cop."
"Oh, hell no," the second soldier chimed in. Turning to his companion he said, "See, Santiago, this is why they're called the Chair Force. Cus they sit around playing video games all day."
"Fair enough," Tom said with an easy laugh.
"Alright," Santiago said, "Let's go again, but this time with the three of us against you."
"Whatever you think will help," Tom shrugged cockily.
The match started and the three soldiers did their best to communicate and work as a team. It helped a bit, and the final scores were not nearly as lopsided, but in the end they went down in defeat. "Good game," Santiago stuck out his hand begrudgingly.
"Thanks, you too," Tom said as they shook.
"I'm Santiago," Santiago said, "This big black son of a bitch is Burns," he indicated the African-American soldier to his right who had made the Chair Force comment, "and this ugly, hajji-looking motherfucker is Kardouni," he pointed to his other friend, who appeared middle eastern.
"Fuck you, you racist prick," Kardouni said with a smile.
"What? I can't be racist! I'm a minority just like you," Santiago protested.
"Nah, you're still racist," Burns said. Everyone laughed. While their rhetoric may have given Social Justice Warriors heartburn, they were real warriors (without any modifiers) who had learned to laugh at the pettiness of identity politics and politically correct outrage. The only colors that mattered in their world were red, white and blue.
"Don't feel too bad about getting your asses handed to you by an Airman," Cole said, "I just spent a year at a remote assignment with nothing much else to do other than play Call of Duty."
"We don't feel bad," Burns protested. "You may be a Chair Force ranger, but you wouldn't stand a chance against us on a real battlefield."
Santiago and Kardouni echoed his sentiments with loud, "Hua"s.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Tom said humbly.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that, boys," a female's voice spoke up behind them. The four men turned to see a beautiful woman in her mid twenties sitting easily in a comfy chair. Her auburn hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders, framing her pixie face with green eyes and a light smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Their eyes drifted down to the green spaghetti strap top that stretched tightly across her ample bosom and flat stomach. She was wearing red, flannel pants that looked soft to the touch. Looking at her, Tom was reminded of Christmas.
The three soldiers gawked at the beautiful girl and she said, "What? All I'm saying is that I can personally attest to the fact that Airman Baird knows his way around a rifle. I wouldn't be here today if he didn't."
The soldiers looked back at Tom, a mixture of respect and envy in their eyes. "What's the story, Chair Force?" Santiago asked.
Tom waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing much. I just helped bail the LT here out of a tight spot a while back." He turned back to the woman. "It's good to see you again, ma'am. Boys, this is Lieutenant Hodgekins. Lieutenant, this is Santiago, Burns and Kardouni," Tom said, introducing everyone.
Vanessa Hodgekins appeared about to say something more, but bit her tongue and let it pass, instead simply saying, "Pleased to meet you all."
"You wanna join us, ma'am?" Kardouni asked, scooting over hopefully to make room for her on the couch.
Vanessa flashed him an apologetic smile and said, "Thank you, but I am actually about to go try to find some food. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. Would you like to come with me and catch up, Airman Baird?" The lack of an invitation was not lost on the three soldiers, who watched enviously as their newfound hero left them and his controller behind without a backwards glance.
Tom and Vanessa explored the terminal, settling on a little café with some pastries and coffee. "Even the airport food is good in Europe," Vanessa sighed around a mouthful of delicious, buttery carbohydrates.
"So much better than Korea," Tom agreed.
"And I bet if you got meat from a street vendor, it wouldn't even be something that had squeaked when it died."
"Hey, don't knock the ratn-a-stick," Tom admonished. "That trusted staple has helped many a GI keep his soju down long enough to get back on base before curfew." Tom had worked Town Patrol in Korea, walking the tight streets and alleyways, responding to bar fights and making sure all the Americans were back on base by midnight. He was well familiar with the little food carts selling hunks of roasted meat on skewers to inebriated servicemen. Supposedly it was chicken, but Tom had never seen chicken meat that dark.
Vanessa laughed and raised a forkful of German pastry in salute. "Here's to schnitzel, strudel and regulated alcohol percentages!"
"To Germany!" Tom replied, raising his coffee cup in a toast. The two of them fell to talking about what they were both doing there, and Tom was pleased, yet a little disappointed, to learn that Vanessa was stationed at Ramstein, a base an hour or two to the south of his own, depending on how fast you drove. They finished up and Tom checked his watch; they still had almost an hour before their shuttle departed. "You want to head back to the USO, or go for a walk or something?" he asked.
"Let's go explore," Vanessa said. The two of them set off together, heading outside and meandering slowly down the sidewalk as cars rushed by. They walked in silence for a bit before she said, "You know, I never properly thanked you."
"For what?" Tom asked.
"For Afghanistan."
Tom shrugged. "No biggie. Just doing my job."
Vanessa looked at him, taking in the short, blonde hair, the square jaw and broad shoulders, trying to see if he was just being modest. She stopped and he came to a halt a moment later, turning back to see what was wrong. She looked into his sky blue eyes and could not help remembering the first time she had seen them, smoke and dust filling the air, peering down at her as bullets snapped above them. "That wasn't just your job," she said softly. "You came back for me when you didn't have to. And I never thanked you. So," she gently gripped his shoulders and, standing on her tip-toes, she kissed his cheek before murmuring, "thank you." The crimson blush on his cheeks made it look as if the shade of her lips had rubbed off on him, but whether he was embarrassed by the thanks or the kiss, she could not tell.
"I'll, uh, have to make it a habit to rescue more damsels in distress, ma'am," Tom joked.
"Well, I was certainly in distress, but I don't know how much of a damsel I am," Vanessa said with a coy smirk.
Tom raised an eyebrow and put on his best 1930s gangster voice, saying, "If ya ain't a damsel, yer certainly a dame. Or perhaps a dish, or maybe even a doll."
Vanessa laughed again and said, "And you're a dork. C'mon, we'd better get back to the USO. I'd hate for them to leave without us." She took his arm and they walked back together, Tom soaking up the sensation of her soft, warm breast pressed against his tricep and Vanessa enjoying the feeling of solidity and security she felt being beside him. Ever since that day when he had appeared as if by magic at her side, standing over her as she crouched by the tire of her blown-up humvee, he had filled the place in her mind of the personification of masculine protectors. Her fingers stealthily probed the muscles in his arm and she felt a slight thrill shoot through her, knowing she would fantasize about those arms the next time she was enjoying an intimate session alone.
They returned in time to grab their bags and load them up into the back of a white, fifteen-passenger van. The three soldiers would join them for the first leg of their trip to Wiesbaden, which was just half an hour or so up the road. Tom climbed in back since he would be the last one out and, to his happy surprise, Vanessa forwent the front passenger seat where she would normally sit, given her rank, in order to climb in the back with him.
The back bench-seat was made for four people, and Tom placed his backpack between himself and the left window as an excuse to sit more in the middle, closer to Vanessa. She did not seem to mind, sliding right up against him in order to make room for her own backpack against the right side. The soldiers sat in the seats ahead of them, and their white-haired driver pulled away from the curb once everyone was buckled.
It had been a long flight and a longer night, and Tom had intended to get caught up on some sleep during the three-hour drive, but the heat radiating off the body of the beautiful lieutenant sitting beside him had him wide awake, nerves tingling. Her thigh was pressed against his own, and he was fairly certain that, even with her backpack on the seat, she must have had plenty of room on the other side. Ok, he thought, so that means she's definitely doing this on purpose. As if to confirm his suspicions, Vanessa gave a little wiggle and snuggled herself against his arm. With a yawn she laid her head on his shoulder. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "I'm so sleepy."
"Not at all," he replied gallantly. As they drove down the autobahn, Tom did his best to appear nonchalant when Santiago turned around to say something to Kardouni and caught a glimpse of Vanessa's red hair nestled on Tom's shoulder. The Hispanic soldier merely raised an eyebrow and gave Tom a quick thumbs-up, which Tom ignored.
What he could not ignore, however, was the feel of the woman pressed against him. Sleeping while sitting up, nestled against someone, is never as comfortable in real life as it looks in the movies, but Vanessa was giving it her best shot. She had slipped her left shoulder behind Tom's, wrapping her left arm around his right, her right hand resting on his shoulder, almost as a sort of a pillow or prop to keep her head from falling forward. The result was that her breasts, her large, firm, yet somehow still soft, breasts, clad only in a tank top with built-in cups (as far as Tom could tell from the lack of bra straps) were pressed against his arm. Her left breast was squished against him, supple flesh pushed up and out, with her right breast pushed by her right arm, creating a delightful amount of cleavage. The fabric was stretched tight over her swelling mounds and, as the ride continued Tom snuck surreptitious glances down at the fiery angel dozing beside him. Soon her breathing became deeper and more even and he grew bolder in his peeks. The air conditioning was doing its job well, and before long Tom could see that the built-in cups were insufficient to the task of hiding Vanessa's built-in temperature gauges.
Tom cursed the Army when they arrived at Wiesbaden and the gate guard asked to see everyone's IDs. Vanessa woke and handed up her Common Access Card, or CAC, and before long the soldiers were being dropped in front of their unit headquarters.
"Good to meet you guys," Tom said, shaking hands with all of them.
"Have a good drive," Santiago said with a wink.
"Thanks. Next time you're stuck out on the field eating MRE's, think of me. I'll be the guy in the comfy chair with a steak, baked potato and a beer." Everyone laughed.
"Fuckin' Chair Force," Kardouni swore good-naturedly.
"I don't know if it'll be steak, but it looks like you'll be eating something," Santiago said, low enough for only the guys to hear, glancing meaningfully at Vanessa who was several paces away, talking to their driver.
His comment was met with more laughs and a couple of "hua"s, and Kardouni repeated, this time in a congratulatory tone, "Fuckin' Chair Force!" Vanessa and the driver turned to see what the uproar was about and caught Tom blushing bright red.
"Get your gear and get out of here," he said, pushing them towards the back of the van and helping them get their bags out. "I've still got a long ride before I get to my base."
"Yeah you do!" Burns said, prompting more snickering.
With the soldiers safely delivered, Tom and Vanessa climbed back into the van. He half expected her to pick a different seat, now that there were three empty rows ahead of him, but she stayed right beside him, settling in close once again. Their driver caught Tom's eye in the rearview mirror and pointedly reached out and tilted the mirror up, obscuring his view of the rear of his van.
"You kids mind if I put on some music?" he asked his two passengers. Vanessa and Tom had no objections, and soon the sounds of the 1960s wafted back over the noise of the road.
"I was talking to our driver while you guys were unloading," Vanessa said. "He's retired Air Force. Got stationed here after Vietnam and never left."
"Nice," Tom said. "I can see why." The green countryside and fertile fields whizzed past as they flew down the autobahn. Little villages were nestled down in the valleys with tall church spires rising up towards the blue sky.
"It's beautiful," Vanessa said softly, looking out the window.
"I'll say," Tom agreed, adding, "Germany looks nice, too."
Vanessa giggled and turned back towards him. "Now, where were we?" she asked as she nestled back into his side. This time, Tom felt bold enough to lift his arm and put it around her shoulders. She snuggled in close and put her head against his chest.
He traced his fingers over the smooth skin of her right arm and her hand rested against his stomach. She settled down again and Tom assumed she was falling back asleep. He thought about trying to catch forty winks himself, but she felt too good against him and he did not want to miss a moment. Better to stay awake anyway and get over the jet lag as soon as possible, he told himself.
The van hit a slight bump, and Vanessa's hand slipped down, landing in his lap. Tom froze. The feel of her body, her silky smooth skin and the intoxicating smell of her shampoo just under his nose had not been without effect. The hard lump in his pants had been at a modified parade rest ever since they had sat down, and now his junior member sprang to attention under the officer's hand. Tom waited a moment, not sure if she had noticed or if she was truly asleep. Just as he decided on the latter and was about to gingerly pick up her wrist and move her off of his manhood, her fingers twitched.
Vanessa had been trying to fall back asleep, the rhythm of the road and her sleepless flight lulling her into a state of semi-consciousness, but she was struggling with excitement of her own. Ever since they had walked back to the USO together, her sensitive boob pressed against Airman Baird's arm, she had felt a familiar glow between her legs. The sensation had only increased during their brief drive to Wiesbaden, and when she had dismount the vehicle she detected a distinctly damp coolness where her panties should have been warm and dry.
When they climbed out of the van to drop of the soldiers, Vanessa had told herself that she needed to sit up front. She would be the next one out, after all, so it only made sense. Besides, she was an officer and he was enlisted. The Uniform Code of Military Justice made it very clear that relationships between officers and enlisted personnel were strictly forbidden. Not merely forbidden, she reminded herself, literally illegal. She had let things go far enough. She would sit up front.
As the soldiers shouldered their packs and walked away, Tom climbed up into the van in front of her. Vanessa's eyes locked onto his ass as the fabric of his jeans stretched tight across his muscular thighs and his arms rippled when he pulled himself inside. He wasn't extremely jacked like a body builder or anything, but he had a lean, solid physique that suggested he could not only lift heavy objects, but run with them over his shoulders. She knew firsthand how it felt to be one of those objects, bullets snapping all around as his boots pounded sand. When the nightmares came, she focused on the memory of those arms, forcing the dream into something more pleasant, thinking of them wrapped around her while his thighs flexed as he pounded something different. Now, unexpectedly, here they were, right in front of her! With an inaudible whimper, she climbed in behind him, all thoughts of sitting up front forgotten.
Vanessa sat next to Tom in silence as they pulled off post, pretending to be interested in the scenery as their driver put on the tunes. She knew what she wanted, but was still struggling with herself when Tom made his joke about the beautiful scenery. It was just the encouragement she needed. He's into you, too! her mind practically screamed, doing a little mental victory dance. She snuggled in close, laying her head on his shoulder and pretending to fall asleep. Her had rested on his hard stomach, hesitating to make the final move further south. She waited for a bump in the road to give her an excuse, planning to use enhanced impact that would come from sitting in the back of the van to her advantage. She would let her hand fall into his lap "on accident" while she feigned sleep and see what his reaction was. If he moved her away, she would back off. If not, then she would take it as permission to carry on.
As time stretched on, she began to silently curse the smoothness of the German roads. Just as she was giving up hope, they crossed a bridge and the expansion gap gave her the jostle she had been waiting for. As her hand fell into Airman Baird's lap, she was surprised and pleased to feel the hard lump waiting for her. It even twitched and grew! After a few moments it appeared that Baird was content to leave her hand in place. Vanessa's heart raced. She could still back out, still pretend that it had been an unconscious accident. This isn't all about you, though, she rationalized. You're just saying "thank you" in the way he will most appreciate. It would be ungrateful of you not to follow through with this. Choosing not to question her motivations too hard, she decided to go with that train of thought. Swallowing hard, she flexed her fingers, feeling the outline of the hard cock through the airman's pants.
Tom sat immobile in stunned silence as his lieutenant, as he always thought of her, traced the outline of his erection. She did not look up at him, her head still nestled against his chest, the motion of her hand the only indication that she was not alseep. On the third, seemingly hesitant, pass, he resumed thinking, his mind racing as he considered his next move. Don't just sit there like an idiot! You gotta do something to encourage her, to let her know that you're ok with this! He briefly considered unfastening his jeans and sliding them down, but discarded the notion as too presumptive. Who knew how far she was really wanting to take things? Instead, he settled for gentling stroking the skin on her arm in what he hoped was an encouraging, reciprocal gesture.
As his fingers caressed her shoulder and bicep, he felt her shiver, but whether in fear or anticipation he could not tell. His own fears were allayed, however, when she squeezed his dick firmly, causing him to gasp slightly. She took his gasp as encouragement and squeezed him again and his rock hard cock made room for a little extra blood, swelling almost painfully.
Tom was disappointed when she let go, but his disappointment did not last long when she tugged at his belt, popping the tongue out and loosing the tension in a practiced movement. Vanessa's fingers fumbled with the button for a moment and Tom considered helping her, but it slipped out after a brief resistance and she slid the zipper down slowly. The lieutenant slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, and Tom regretted having settled for a pair of plain, standard-issue white briefs. Vanessa did not seem to mind, however, as her small hand wrapped around the thick shaft, the tip already wet with pre-cum.
Vanessa squeezed and slid her thumb over his slit, spreading the leaking liquid around the head before experimentally sliding her hand up and down his cock a few times. Tom's right hand became bolder and his tracing fingers increased their area of operations to include her collarbone and upper chest, making ever-expanding probes in an attempt to take the high ground to the south. Vanessa did not seem to mind, and she twisted slightly while bringing her right arm under her breast, giving him better access and lifting the ample flesh up towards his advancing digits. Tom needed no further encouragement and sent out a strike team, sliding under her shirt and taking firm hold of the target.
Vanessa let go of his dick and Tom worried that he had gone too far when she grasped the top of his pants and underwear and attempted to tug them down. Tom lifted his hips off the seat and assisted her with his left hand, not wanting to give up the ground so recently gained by his right, and soon his jeans and briefs were pooled around his ankles, his bare ass sticking slightly to the vinyl seat. As his drawers slid down, his cock had been trapped and pulled down before popping free, slapping back against his stomach when finally released. Vanessa froze and Tom had glanced forward hurriedly, worried that the sound had reached their driver four seats ahead. If it had, the old man gave no indication and Tom breathed a sign of relief, thankful for the music covering their lack of noise-discipline.
Tom's attention was pulled away from their driver as a sudden warm wetness enveloped his dick. Vanessa took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his spongy head. Tom tried to remain expressionless, just in case their driver turned around, and he was grateful that the rear view mirror had been tilted away. Had the old man known that he would need the privacy? Maybe he had put two and two together when Vanessa had joined him in the backseat and had just taken precautions. Either way, Tom mentally saluted the old veteran and decided not to worry about him any more. He may have been retired, but he was still a good wingman.
Tom's attention was drawn back to the heavenly activities taking place at his nether regions as Vanessa sucked him deep, burying her nose in his pubes. He was glad that he had recently trimmed things up down there, but worried that she might not find things are fresh as they could have been after the long flight. He felt his cock slide down her throat and she bobbed there a few times before surfacing for air, not seeming to find anything objectionable. Indeed, he did not know it, but the musky, male scent had only heightened her arousal.
His right hand was massaging the officer's right tit, gently rolling her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her auburn hair spilled around his lap, obscuring his view of what she was doing, but Tom figured that was for the best. He intended to try and make this last as long as he could, and adding visual stimulation to the already-exciting physical sensations would have quickly pushed him over the top.
Tom felt a momentary pang of regret as Vanessa rotated, propping herself up on her elbows and twisting her boob out of his grasp. She struggled to fit onto the seat next to him, and Tom graciously slid over, tossing his backpack over the seat in front of him. Vanessa scooched with him, never taking his dick out of her mouth, and lay with her stomach against the seat, her feet up slightly against the right side of the van. Tom rested his right hand on her back while his left hand gently slid through her hair, not pushing her down onto his dick, but just letting her know that he approved of her bobbing motions.
Vanessa felt the heat growing between her own legs and squirmed slightly, squeezing her thighs together and trying to push her mound against the seat cushion. Tom noticed the movement and ran his hand down her back, sliding under her own waistband. He felt the smooth silk of her panties and withdrew to reattempt entry, this time ducking under both layers and caressing the smooth skin of her ass. She wiggled in appreciation and lifted her hips, pressing her firm buttocks against his hand. He squeezed her and was rewarded with another deep-throating of his spit-slicked rod.
He squeezed first the right cheek, then the left, and then placed his hand over both and began to massage. He almost blew his load right then and there as Vanessa hummed in appreciation, but managed to hold his fire and focus on what his hand was doing, distracting himself as best he could from the attentions of her talented mouth. As he kneaded the firm flesh of his superior's posterior, his middle finger worked its way between her cheeks. The lieutenant spread her legs apart, inviting him deeper in, and he felt her shiver again as he tickled her asshole. Leaning slightly to his right, Tom stretched a bit farther and slipped his finger down between the clefts of her labia. Her pussy was soaking wet, and with just the slightest pressure he was inside her. Vanessa whimpered, lips still wrapped around his cock. He did not press too far, instead just moistening the tip of his finger before pulling out and reaching further still, spreading the lubrication up her slit and circling her clit. Vanessa pressed her pussy against his hand, encouraging the contact. Tom fell into a rhythm, circling, sliding, dipping, repeating, matching speed with the beautiful woman's bobbing head.
Vanessa's neck began to grow tired so she decided it was time to go for the prize and picked up the pace. She reached between his legs, gently fondling her airman's balls, coaxing them to supply the ammunition needed, encouraging him to open fire. Tom squeezed her pussy harder, pressing delightfully against her clit and Vanessa let out a soft moan, nodding her head in encouragement. Tom got the message and concentrated on her clit as her hips began to buck, pushing against his hand. On a whim he slipped his thumb down, pushing inside her, rubbing the front of her vaginal wall and producing a deep, humming moan of approval from Vanessa.
She plunged down hard, taking Tom to the base of his cock as her throat vibrated around him, pushing him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten and knew that he could delay the inevitable no longer. Tapping her twice lightly on the top of her head, as if indicating to a gunner that he was loaded and ready to fire, he whispered, "Fire in the hole!"
Vanessa pulled up but not off, bobbing quickly up and down on the head of his cock, popping her lips over the rim and hitting all the right nerve endings. Tom's groin clenched and tightened, his rod standing at attention for its inspecting officer as the first hot gush of cum erupted into her waiting mouth. Vanessa kept her lips sealed around the muzzle of his gun as he squeezed off six rounds and finally ceased fire, his cock twitching and dry-firing slightly. As Tom's head cleared, he remembered his task and set to work fiddling furiously with the wet, hot pussy in his right hand just as Vanessa popped off of his spent cock and swallowed the load he had given her.
The taste of his cum and the sluttiness of drinking his seed, combined with the sudden resumption of the two-pronged assault on her clit and g-spot, brought her own orgasm to fruition. She buried her face against the area just above Tom's penis, pressing against his stomach to stifle her cry of pleasure. Her thighs squeezed Tom's hand as her entire body went ridged and he kept a steady pressure against her clit while his thumb pulsated inside her spasming pussy. As he felt her relax and take in a ragged breath, he gentle eased out of her, not wanting to irritate her overly-sensitive nerves.
Vanessa sighed and rolled over on her back, her head in his lap, smiling shyly up at him. It was the first time they had locked eyes since their activities had begun, and she was uncertain what he was thinking. From the happy, contented look on his face she was reassured that he had no qualms about the liberties she had taken. Don't be ridiculous, she scolded herself. He took just as many liberties as you did.
She glanced meaningfully towards the front of the van, her unspoken question about whether the driver had given any indication that he was aware of what they had been up to. Tom pursed his lips and gave a slight shake of his head, much to the lieutenant's relief.
"You good?" Tom asked softly.
She nodded and smiled again, nestling her head into his lap. His bare cock, now standing at ease, lay against her head, nestled in her hair. Vanessa seemed in no hurry to put it away, and Tom was not about to ask her to get up. She yawned and whispered, "So sleepy."
"Take a nap," Tom offered. "I'll wake you when we get there."
Vanessa closed her eyes. Tom stroked her head gently with his left hand, enjoying the softness of her hair. "That feels nice," she murmured, followed by a approving "mmm-hmm" when his fingertips applied a little more pressure, massaging her scalp. His right hand was resting on her stomach, no longer on her pussy but reluctant to stop touching her altogether. Vanessa felt the same way and took his wrist, directing his hand to her breasts. Tom slipped his hand under her top once again and she held him there, letting him feel her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. She gave a final yawn and drifted off to sleep, pushing any thoughts or worries about the future aside. Time enough to deal with those later, for now she had an hour of postrgasmic bliss with nothing to do but rest securely with the man she had fantasized about ever since he had rescued her from that dusty, smoky roadside in the mountains of Afghanistan.
Tom contentedly half-dozed as the van rolled through the German countryside. Vanessa slept with her head in his lap and he was tempted to sleep himself, but he had promised to wake her in time and he knew he would need a moment to pull up his pants before they hit Ramstein's front gate. Plus, he did not want to miss a moment of feeling her lay against his cock while his hand held the soft mound of her left boob. Breast? Tit? He dreamily considered the best word for them. He liked "breast." It was respectful, formal, a fitting word for an officer's funbags. No, he laughed to himself, definitely not "funbags." Boob sounds too childish, tit sounds too crass. Save that for talking dirty. His hand, he decided, was resting on her breast. The jet lag and recent blowjob combined to lull him into a happy stupor, though he restrained the urge to squeeze and play with her breasts, not wanting to wake her. Still, just touching one had a stimulating effect and soon his dick was hard again, pressing warmly against the top of her head.
All too soon they pulled off the autobahn, blue signs indicating the way to Ramstein Airbase. Tom used it as an excuse to squeeze his lieutenant's breast gently, giving her a small shake. "We're almost here, ma'am," he said.
Vanessa came to, wondering briefly about his use of "ma'am." Was he trying to reestablish the formality of their relative positions, or was it just force of habit? Tom gave her nipple one last tweak as he reluctantly slid his hand out from under her shirt, so she figured it was probably just force of habit.
She sat up into a sitting position, running her fingers through her thoroughly-mussed hair; scalp massages may feel great, but they were not exactly conducive to keeping one's 'do in place. Tom reached down, pulling his jeans and underwear up. As he lifted his butt off the seat, Vanessa cast an appreciative glance at his erect cock just before he uncomfortably stuffed it away. "Sad," she said wistfully. Tom caught her eye and they both laughed.
"Help yourself anytime," he said, trying to play it cool.
"Maybe I will," she said with a wink. "Though not as much as I'd like," she added sadly. "Why'd you have to get orders to Spangdahlem?"
"I just requested Germany and that's what they gave me," Tom said apologetically.
They approached the main gate and Vanessa grabbed Tom's ID card before crawling forward to give it and hers to the driver. The gate guard examine all three IDs, M9 on his hip and beret slanted at a jaunty angle as he glanced through the window to ensure the pictures matched the occupants. He handed the cards back to the driver and offered Vanessa a salute which she returned, leaning forward over the seatback and giving the lucky gate guard a quick view down the front of her top. She had a soft spot for Security Forces troops and made a habit out of brightening their days whenever she could.
She settled back in her seat and handed Tom back his ID card as the van continued on towards the long-term parking area where Vanessa had left her car. She was quiet for a moment and Tom sensed that she was suddenly nervous. He had a decent guess what it might be about, so he bit the bullet and said, "Just so you know, I won't go running my mouth or anything. I don't want to get you in trouble for getting familiar with the help." He grinned, letting her know that there were no hard feelings.
A wave of relief washed over Vanessa, yet it was mixed with more than a teaspoon's worth of regret. Of course a cop would understand about UCMJ violations, she realized. Security Forces troops filled two roles for the Air Force, providing security for everything from base perimeters and aircraft to nuclear weapons and missile silos, and also performing law enforcement for the base populace. Basically, they were a combination of military police and light infantry, equally able to hand out traffic tickets or handle an M249 SAW (squad automatic weapon). Most Airmen only saw them in their roles as cops and gate guards and little suspected or appreciated the ground-combat capabilities under the blue beret. Vanessa had first-hand experience, however, and tended to think of them first as Defenders, and second as police.
"Thank you, Airman Baird," she nodded with mock formality, "your discretion is certainly appreciated." Then, with a quick glance to make sure their driver had not fixed his mirror, she took his cheek in one hand and leaned over, giving him a long, lingering kiss. "I wish you didn't have to, though," she said wistfully.
Tom looked at the gorgeous officer sitting beside him and a pang of longing shot through his heart. You both know the rules, he reminded himself sternly. Breaking them a bit for a little fun is one thing; putting her career in jeopardy is another. No, they both knew that any relationship they might want was dead on the runway. The balance of power between officers and enlisted personnel was just too lopsided, and even mutually consensual relationships were forbidden, both because of fears of that power being abused and also to avoid any kind of favoritism. Enlisted personnel of varying ranks could date and marry as long as they were not in the same chain of command, but officer-enlisted relationships were strictly off-limits. Even close, platonic friendships were technically in violation of the anti-fraternization laws, let alone romantic or sexual relationships. Tom had been friends (not too closely) with a fighter pilot who secretly dated and then married an Airman First Class. When his commander had found out, he was demoted and his career was essentially finished; officers were not allowed to flout the rules, even if they were pilots.
"I know it sucks, but you know I always got your back, right LT?" Tom gave a crooked smile, trying to deflect the seriousness hidden in his sentiment with a show of humor.
"I know," she replied. "I just really liked it when you had my front as well." She smirked and gave her chest a little wiggle, causing her large breasts to jiggle in a most delightful manner.
Tom laughed and said, "You know you aren't making this any easier, right?"
Vanessa lowered her head contritely. "Sorry, sir."
"Sir?" he echoed in disgust. "It's 'sergeant,' ma'am; I work for a living."
Vanessa brightened up, glad to turn the conversation to anything happier than the impossibility of them having a relationship. "Hey, congratulations!"
"Thanks! I sewed on Staff while I was on leave before coming over here, which is why my ID card hasn't been updated yet."
"That's great!" she said and gave him a hug, this time more friendly than flirtatious. "Since you bring it up, I actually just made Captain a couple months back."
"Nice! Congrats to you too, then."
They were interrupted by the van turning into the parking lot and their driver asking which car was Vanessa's. She directed him to a silver Mercedes and Tom and the driver helped her transfer her bags from the van to her trunk. As she closed the lid their driver said, "I'll let you two say goodbye," and climbed back behind the wheel.
"So, ah, hey, let me give you my number before you go," Vanessa said. "If you're ever down this way for training or something, hit me up. Just because we can't officially be together doesn't mean that we can't be friends."
"Exactly," Tom agreed. "We're old war buddies, after all."
"Right. And you've got my back."
"You do have a nice back..." Tom smirked. "However," he added, patting his pockets, "I am an un-squared away Airman and do not have a pen."
"Don't worry about it, I'll shoot you an email on Global," Vanessa reassured him, referring to the Air Force's global address book in Outlook. "Now hurry up and go before the van leaves without you." She stepped in for another hug, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her supple body against his hard one. "I'm glad I could thank you properly for saving my life," she whispered into his ear.
"I'd say any debt you may have felt is more than repaid," he chuckled.
"Nah, that was a mutual exchange. Make sure you wash your hand before you eat," she giggled.
"Are you kidding? I'm never washing this hand again!"
Her giggle turned into a laugh. "Gross!" Leaning back slightly, she kissed him again, the tip of her tongue darting between his lips in just the briefest flash. Before he could react, she stepped away. He made to grab for her again but she spun away. "Thank you again, Sergeant Baird," she said, still laughing as she opened her car door. "For everything."
"Anytime, ma'am," he replied, smiling and shaking his head. She lowered herself into her vehicle and Tom climbed into the van, settling into the seat behind the driver this time. He had fixed the mirror and Tom caught his eye as Captain Vanessa Hodgekins' Mercedes pulled away.
"Quite the catch you've got there," the old man said appreciatively.
"I dunno about 'catch,'" Tom said, shaking his head ruefully. "She's a bit out of my league, if you know what I mean."
"I do indeed, son," the retiree said; he had noticed their respective ranks on their ID cards. "Still, catch and release can be fun, too."
Tom laughed. "Yes, sir! That it can."
"Besides," the old man continued as they exited the base and headed for the autobahn once again, "there are plenty other fish in the sea, and you are in the prime fisheries of Deutschland. No need to land the first one to nibble your worm."
Tom wasn't sure whether to be amused or embarrassed; obviously their driver had been more aware of what had taken place behind his back than he had previously let on. "Yes, sir, point taken," Tom grinned, deciding to go with amused. If the old man didn't have a problem with it, then neither did he.
The forests and fields drifted by as Tom once again settled back in his seat. He and his driver fell to chatting about Germany and military service, Tom happy to learn that his driver, Master Sergeant Bill Tompkins (retired), was an old Security Police troop from back before the career field had been revamped into Security Forces. They told stories comparing the Air Force then and now, Tom soaking up pointers and advice about his new duty location as the miles passed beneath the rolling wheels.
At last they lapsed into silence and Tom fell to thinking of Vanessa. He was not sure what the future held in store, but one thing was certain: there was no way he was ever going to get to have a serious relationship with her. Part of him felt the pangs of loss, but he pushed that aside, reminding himself that his driver was right. He was a young, single Staff Sergeant, newly arrived in Germany with at least three years ahead of him in some of the richest fishing grounds a bachelor like him could ask for. It was going to be a good time. | Fraternization | [
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The following story may not agree with the stomachs of some and the principles and morals of others. Should you doubt your principles or your stomach, read no further.
Aggressive Filth / Resin
The angry waves crashed upon the helpless beach with a vengeance. Terry's mood matched that of the ocean which he sat before. Not far off sat the military base; the cause of his sour disposition. Sometimes, like today, he wished that he could just leave and never look back. He couldn't, or course. It was expected of him to excel in the military. His grandfather had been a general. His father made it to captain before he was killed. Terry was headed in the right direction, already being a lieutenant.
What would he do if he left anyway? There was nothing out there for him. This was the conclusion that he normally came to.Drawing his fingers through his salt and pepper fur, the wolf stood and began walking down the beach in the direction opposite the compound. HE couldn't return just yet. Keeping his green eyes fixed on the crystalline sand, he slowly moved along, tail swishing behind him.The sound of a gun being cocked stopped him dead in his tracks. He didn't move. He didn't breathe.
"Who in the hell are you?" An angry female voice spoke. Terry eased his tension a bit. After all, what could a woman do? "Terrance Hardline, miss. Lieutenant Terrance Hardline." "Turn, Lieutenant, and tell me why you're so far from the base. I know for a fact that no one gets to walk this area freely."
Slowly, Terry turned, his paws raised. The sight that met his eyes caused his jaw to drop. Before him, gun in paw, stood a gorgeous grey fox. Her coat was the color of grey slate, but the fur on her stomach and muzzle were a bright white. This white crossed over her breasts too, he imagined, but they were hidden beneath a black bikini top. A pair of black boycut shorts covered her lower portions. The eyes that glared at him were bright gold pools. Jet black tresses blew out about her voluptuous body, giving her the look of a sea siren. Her thick grey tail began swishing in an agitated manner.
"Answer me, Lieutenant." Terry's gaze snapped back up to her face. "I was just going for a walk, miss." "Against orders. Only the Colonel has free reign."
Terry scowled. "How do you know so much? You can't be in the military. I've never seen you and you'd be breaking the same rule."
The womans eyes sparkled and the corners of her mouth turned up a bit, betraying her agitation. She lowered the gun. "I'm not in the military but I have connections." She placed the gun in the band of her shorts
"You're a spy? "Not a spy. I have connections. You can lower your paws now, Lieutenant." Terry did so, a warmth spreading over his cheeks. "You were deep in thought. It's not like one of you little army boys to be spooked." She clicked the safety on her magnum. "I was thinking, Miss."
"What about?" She turned her back on him, obviously trusting that he wouldn't try anything. Snatching up a short sleeved red shirt, she slipped it on, buttoning it most of the way. "The things that I think are for me alone." His voice was a bit harsh. The woman looked over her shoulder then slipped a short black skirt over her swim shorts. "No need to get snippy, Lieutenant. I'm a psychologist. These things interest me." The woman placed the magnum in her bag. "Shall I lead the lost puppy back home?" Picking up her bag and shoes, she moved across the beach knowing he would follow.
Terry growled to himself and followed the cocky female. When he moved, he was surprised to find that he had a mild erection. He hadn't been celibate during his military career, that was for sure. There was never a shortage of females for him. Then again... none of them looked half as good as this one.
"Keep up, pup!" The womans husky voice brought him back. Catching up, they walked together in silence. Upon reaching the compound fence, the woman stopped. "You'll go in the back and I'll go in the front. We don't want an inquiry done on you."
Terry nodded and extended his hand which the woman took and shook. "Good day, Miss." "See you around, Lieutenant." Pulling free, she sauntered off. Terry was even more confused than before. That woman, cocky and smart, bewitched him in a matter of minutes.
Making it back into the compound, Terry went into his quarters and flung himself on the bed. Several minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Terry rose and opened it. A rabbit stood there and saluted Terry.
"Lieutenant Hardline, Colonel Growler has asked for your presence in his quarters." Terry nodded and the rabbit ran off.
What could the Colonel want? Straightening his uniform, Terry traveled across the compound. Reaching the Colonels door, Terry knocked. The door opened and the Colonel nodded when Terry saluted him. "Come in Lieutenant Hardline." Terry entered the room and received a pat on the back by the old brown fox. "My granddaughter has requested that you join us for dinner. She's heard a lot about you." Terry arched a brow but nodded, instantly looking for the little girl. All he saw were high back chairs. "Lieutenant Hardline, this is my granddaughter, Aidan Growler."
One of the chairs moved and there she sat. Not a little girl, but a grown woman. The woman from the beach. Rising, Aidan moved towards him and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I've heard so many good things that I just had to meet you in person." Her gold eyes glittered with mischief.
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Growler." The Colonel ushered them into their seats around the table then sat and took his granddaughters paw. "Aidan has just arrived from Ohio. She always comes at this time of year to play in the ocean."
"I was going to swim a little while ago but the waves became too harsh. I may try again tonight." The old fox scowled. "Not by yourself, you're not."
Aidan grinned. "Of course not. Lieutenant Hardline is an honest wolf. He will accompany me." The Colonel shook his head while Terry simply sat straight, barely hiding his smile of amusement. This mere girl was outsmarting his commanding officer. "The Lieutenant has duties." "Someone else can perform them for just one night. I would like to swim, Gramps, and I trust the Lieutenant. Please? Just once?"
Terry could see the old fox's walls crumble. "Just this once, Aidan." Aidan leaned forward and kissed her Grandfathers nose. "Thank you, Gramps."
Terry sat in silence, not willing to speak until spoken to. The meal was brought in and Aidan made polite conversation. "Tell me of yourself, Lieutenant." Terry took a bite of his roast and nodded. "I was born into a military family. Naturally, it was expected that I join as well. So here I am."
Aidan nodded, knowing that she would get no more from him. Throughout dinner, the Colonel did most of the talking. He and Aidan laughed over this and that, but Terry was mostly silent. "If you don't mind, Gramps, I'd like to go swimming now, then I'll go home to Grams." The Colonel nodded and they said their goodbyes. Once out of the room, Terry looked down at the femme. "Why?"
She just kept walking. "That's simple. You seemed like you didn't want to go back so I decided to do something to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you."
A pair of Lions let them out the back gate. Night had come and the moon was full, casting a silver glow over the beach below. Much to his surprise, Aidan took his paw in hers and led him down the hill to the beach. Noting his surprise, she grinned. "Unlike you, I'm not shy. I let people know what I want."
"Maybe some people just have manners, Miss." "Call me Aidan. Manners and wants are two completely different things." They walked on in silence. Aidan smiled to herself because, although he had spoken of manners, he still held her paw. They walked for a time and the compound was out of sight. "This is the spot where we met. I was going to swim here earlier, might as well do it now."
Dropping her things, Aidan kicked off her shoes then stripped off her clothing. Terry sat in the sand, his gaze directed away from her. "You want someone to treat you differently than those men do yet you sit there like a log. Let yourself loose for tonight, Terry. I promise not to tell."
Canting his head, he thought about her words. She did treat him differently, of course, but around women, all he wanted was sex. Strike that. All he wanted was love. All he found was sex. Aidan dropped to her knees before him and brought his face around so that he stared at her. "The more you think, the less time you have. Don't think!"
"Don't think. Just do?" He asked and she nodded. Leaning forward, he claimed her mouth with his. Aidan was taken aback for only a second before she responded, returning the kiss. Her tongue ran over the roof of his mouth and his ran over her sharp canines. When they broke the kiss, Terry smiled. "Like that?"
"Aye, like that." Gold eyes met green eyes and she tilted her head. "You want to be loved. With your career, you don't even look for it anymore. Should you go into a war, you wouldn't want to die and leave a loved one alone."
Terry pushed her back and scooted away, anger in his eyes. Aidan merely pulled her legs beneath her and watched him, a sad expression on her face. "How do you know these things? He haven't even known each other for a day and you tell me these things."
She cut him off. "Am I wrong?" Terry wanted to scream at the woman for exposing his soul, but he couldn't. Shoulders slumping, he sank back to the sand and placed his head in his paws. "No. You're not wrong."
Aidan crawled to him and took him into her arms, pressing his cheek against her shoulder. "I've been to the base many times and I've seen many men, but you're different. Your eyes betray you. They're full of sadness."
Terry wrapped his arms around her waist and sat her upon his lap. She stroked the back of his head. "You don't have to hide with me, Terry."
He wanted to cry. This big, tough military boy wanted to shed some tears. "You cared enough to take me away from the compound if only for a little while. I'll try not to hide from you." "That's my boy." Aidan chortled and drew back, looking into his eyes. "Already I see a difference." Her arms wrapped about his neck, thumbs sliding back and forth on his shoulders. "Swim with me." Terry began to say no but Aidan stopped him by running her tongue along his lips. "Don't think. Just do." Pulling away, she walked towards the mild waves. They had died down considerably since earlier. Terry watched her move into the water and quickly began to remove his clothes. "I don't have any shorts!"
Terry called out to her. A moment later her shorts came flying at him, her top following. That's one way to do it, he thought. Clad only in the fur that Goddess gave him, Terry moved across the sand and into the cool water. Aidan had swum into deep water and was looking towards him. "If you don't want to swim, lemme do a few laps and I'll come to you!" The wolf nodded and just sat in the surf, watching Aidan swim. This gave him time to think. No one had ever prompted him to be himself. Even the floozies that he bedded treated him like someone superior. Along comes Aidan who acts like they're equals and in the process throws off his whole mental equilibrium. What could he do now?
Looking for the female in mind, Terry saw her swimming towards him. A wave brought her to him and he smiled, grabbing her paws to keep the wave from taking her back. Scooting further onto the beach, Aidan sat beside him not giving a second thought to his nakedness or her own. "The water is great!" They both looked out over the ocean and Terry saw shapes rising out of the surf. "What are those?" "Shark fins." She said nonchalantly.
"You swam with sharks?!" His eyes were wide. "We have an understanding. I've been swimming in the same water with the same sharks for many years. We know each other. Aside from bumps with their noses, they don't bother me." Terry laughed in disbelief. "You're incredible, you know that?"
Aidan grinned and leaned against him. "I do now. You're not so bad yourself." His arm went around her and he pulled her body tight against his. They were both naked, he had somehow remembered. He hadn't looked at her naked form before. He'd been too amazed by the shark story. Now he looked.
The white on her stomach flared across her breasts and up to her throat to her white muzzle. It also extended downwards to the area between her thighs. Her breasts were a bit too big for her frame but they were perfect, perky, and full.
Terry's sheath began to tingle then his shaft began to slide from it. Panicking, he jumped up and moved away. Aidan looked after him. "What was that about? Did you get snapped by a crap?" "I, umm... just stay there."
Of course, being fatally curious, Aidan rose and moved towards him quietly. Moving before him, she saw his partially exposed shaft and smiled. "I did this without even touching you?" Terry spun around, keeping his wolfhood out of her line of vision. "Yes. Don't look. I'm sorry about this." He winced when she touched his shoulder.
"Don't be ashamed. It's a hell of a compliment." Then in a softer voice, she spoke again. "Show me how much you desire me." Terry began to protest. They'd only just met. "Please?"
Turning, he let her see his shaft that had stopped retracting and was now coming out to play. "Most impressive." Moving towards him, Aidan brought Terry's mouth down to hers, one paw moving to the back of his neck. The other paw ran down his abdomen then gripped his shaft. Terry yipped into her maw and pulled back. "We can't, Aidan."
"Why?" She pulled her ears back. "Your grandfather is the Colonel." Aidan growled low. "He has no control over me. I'm a grown woman. If he finds out, which he won't, tell him that I raped you."
Terry wanted to slam his cock into her just for that statement. "I can handle my own problems without making up excuses." He growled.
Aidan squeezed his cock and growled back. "If you don't enjoy it, you'll never see me again." Terry furrowed his brow. He actually wanted to see her again. Pre-cum was already on her paw from the rough little hand job. He might as well. Leaning down, he kissed her roughly and wrapped his arms around her. She eagerly returned the lip lock and released his cock.
Sweeping her off her feet, Terry lowered Aidan to the sand, ending the kiss. "How do you want it?" "Doesn't matter as long as I get it." She swished her tail back and forth. "On your knees then. We'll do this the ancestral way."
Aidan did as she was told and rose onto her paws and knees. Pulling her tail to the side, she exposed her wet, pink opening. Leaning forward, Terry drug his tongue over her hot, wet slit to test the waters. She was wet already and tasted like a crisp ocean breeze.
Thrusting his tongue into her body made Aidan call out, her back bowing. Terry grinned and pulled away to drag his body over hers. The tip of his cock gently teased her pussy. "Be yourself." She reminded him as he positioned himself.
"What's in this for you?" He asked, one paw caressing her breast. "The satisfaction of knowing that I helped you. Other than that, I want that piece of wolf flesh buried within me."
Terry smiled and ran his tongue over the back of one grey ear. "I think I can give you that." "I know you can give me that." Aidan pressed her rear back against his groin, forcing the head of his shaft to push partway into her. "Mmm, please!" She asked breathily causing Terry's ears to swivel forward. He applied pressure and the head of his rod popped into her body. Aidan shuddered beneath him and he groaned.
"You're so thick. I'm not sure that I'll be able to last very long." Terry forced some more of his length into her and licked her ear again. "You're as tight as a goddess. I doubt that I'll last any longer than you." He hadn't drawn back once since he'd penetrated her. She was taking him in nicely and hadn't complained about the discomfort that she was most likely going through. Terry wanted to test her limits.
Aidan whimpered softly when his unlubricated shaft caught up on her flesh. Terry smiled slightly and drew his hips back. With one rough thrust, he buried himself deep within the bitch beneath him. Aidan inhaled sharply as Terry's thick member stretched her insides to beyond their limits. He was, without a doubt, the biggest cock she'd ever had. "Where am I cumming, just so I know?"
Aidan pressed back against him. "Wherever you want. I'm safe." Terry almost whined aloud. He could cum inside her! He could fill this little grey beauty with his semen. That thought sent pulses through his cock. He placed his hands on her shapely hips and began to pump himself in and out of her slowly. Aidan groaned, trying to keep still as she was run through.
"Press your chest to the ground." Terry instructed. She did so, pressing her ample chest against the cool sand. They both doubted that they would last very long, but Aidan had no idea that she would cum so soon! She hadn't had an orgasm in quite some time, so her body was very sensitive. Terry hadn't thrust into her more than fifteen times when Aidan felt an orgasm rip through her. As she had her orgasm, Terry ceased his thrusts to let Aidan ride out her pleasure to the fullest. Her juices managed to leak out around his cock and when he began to pump into her again, it was much easier. Her pussy had widened, accommodating his thick shaft. Aidan panted as the last tremors left her. She felt very, very good. So good, in fact, that when Terry pushed her to change positions, she didn't understand.
He repositioned her himself. Still staying lodged within her, he twisted her so that she lay on her side. He straddled her lower leg and brought the other up to lock her calf over his shoulder. From where he was on his knees, he could slam more of himself within her.
Terry began slowly dragging himself in and out of the grey bitch beneath him. He hadn't felt this good in years. Actually, he doubted that he'd every had such exquisite, care free sex. She had pretty much said that he could do anything that he wanted to her. He could cum inside her. He could fuck her ass. He could cum deep down her throat. Anything!
While imagining, he had closed his eyes. Upon reopening them, he saw her staring back into his eyes. Passion set her gold eyes aflame. Terry held onto her raised leg tighter and slammed harder into her body, prompting a pleasure-filled scream to erupt from her maw. "Cum in me!" Terry's eyes widened and his pace quickened. Aidan began squeezing his cock with her PC muscles, grabbing hard as she prepared for another orgasm. Terry called out and began jerking uncontrollably as she squeezed him internally.
"Please!" She begged as her orgasm began. Aidan gave off a screaming moan and clutched handfuls of crystalline sand as her orgasm wracked her body.
When Aidan screamed and began writhing in the sand, Terry clenched his teeth and tried not to call out. He failed. As his cock exploded within the woman beneath him, he too gave off an overly loud moan. He shot more cum than he ever knew his balls could hold. Fireworks went off in his head as he pumped Aidan to overflowing.
As they both came down, Terry pulled his cock from Aidans body and cum gushed out all over the sand. They lay beside one another, panting and groaning lightly. Aidan rested her head on his arm as they stared up at the sky.
"That... was amazing." Aidan laughed through a pant. "I may have to visit my grandparents more often." Terry grinned but his smile faded. Aidan would be leaving tomorrow and he was expected to be back at the base very soon. A sadness took over him. Here was a smart woman that saw him as a person rather than a rank. She was successful and funny and charming. Could he bring himself to say something? Yes.
"Aidan, I enjoy your company very much. Will I see you again? Can I see you again?" The fox propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. "Terry my practice is in Ohio."His spirits dropped and he looked away.
"You should probably take your vacation time and come with me." She grinned down at him and he laughed and pulled her close. "I have a good feeling about this vacation." Aidan laughed and rolled on top of him. "Terry, I promise you'll have lots of good feelings on this vacation." And he definitely did. | Lieutenants Lucky Night. by Aggressive Filth | [
"Fox",
"M/F",
"Military",
"Wolf"
] |
All characters in this story do not belong me to me, and are owned and copyrighted by SEGA. Characters with cameo appearancese are owned by Busiroad, Valve Corporation, and Nintendo in that order respectively. Enjoy !
"AH, uh, ugh, ooooh ! Vector-san, please stop."
Poor Espio; the little chameleon begged for his friend to stop, but his words couldn't be heard. The crocodile above him, Vector, had him bended over a table, and was plowing away at him. In his current state, he was drunk and seemed to be lust driven.
Espio and Vector were apart of team known as the Chaotix, or to the rest of the world; The-Not-So-Great-Detectives. In their team were two more members; a bee named Charmy Bee, and despite how feminine the name was, Charmy was a boy. The other member was a female raccoon named Marine. Vector was the leader of the team, and Espio was something like a second-incommand. Orignally, the Chaotix team consisted of Knuckles the Echidna; the original leader, Mighty the Armadilo, Ray the Squirrel, and two robots named Heavy and Bomb. They were the best team of detectives years ago, but unfortunately the had all split up. Knuckles left the team, and didn't want have anything to do with it ever again. Heavy and Bomb were destroyed by the evil Dr. Robotnik as punishment for betraying him. Mighty and Ray had mysterious disappeared, and have not been seen or found for seventeen years. The current team have been taking on many case as of late, but nothing good ever seemed to be going their way. The would fail case, capture the wrong suspects, or luck was just not on their side. There was even one incident where they had successively solved case in London, but were then arrested for supposely impersonating Sherlock Holmes, Nero Wolfe, Hercule Poirot, and Cordelia Gray. Luckily, the were released a few hours when the police found the real suspects, which were a group of four human japanese girls known as Milky Holmes. To this day, they still couldn't understand how all of that happened.
Back with reptiles, Espio was still trying to reach Vector with his words, but they still couldn't be heard. The crocodile was slowly thrusting in and out of the chameleon's ass, and was going deep. Espio was in pain and there was nothing he could do to stop his friend. Espio groaned in pain as Vector increased the speed of his thrusting. At that time, the chameleon felt something weird under him, and when he check to look what it was, he was shocked and horrified with what he saw. He saw that his cock had appeared and was already spilling pre. He couldn't believe that he was possibly turned on by what was happening him and wanted to deny it, but seeing that his cock was out, he thought he was a slut. Vector was close to reaching his orgasm and Espio was close to reaching his. As fast and deep as the crocodile kept going, the chameleon was trying his hardest not cum, but then his friend whispered something to him that made his eyes go wide. No sooner after that, the larger reptile came hard into the smaller reptile under him, and the chameleon shot out his stream of cum as well. After their orgasms had ended, Espio's legs went wobbly until he collasped onto the floor with Vector on top of him; his eyes were closed shut with tears streaming down his face. How could this have happened ?
Earlier on that same day; on that night, the Chaotix team were watching a movie on their tv called Portal. Charmy and Marine had left because the movie boring to them; leaving Espio and Vector all alone.
Glados: Chell, you have been doing good so far, even if you were forced to incinerate your companion cube, you heartless bitch. But let's forget the past, and let me show you to this wonderful place where we can celebrate and have cake.
Chell: ...!?
"Don't listen to her Chell; the cake is a lie and she's trying kill you.", Vector shouted at the tv.
"How can you be so sure that will happen, Vector-san ?", Espio asked.
"Well, I am a detective after all, and it's pretty obvious that Glados is leading Chell to find the computer room so she can kill her."
The two reptiles continued to watch the movie; enjoying every twist and turn they came across. Vector was chugging down bottles of beer as he watched the movie. Espio told him to take it easy with the beers, but the crocodile said not to worry, and replied that he doesn't get drunk easy. He appeared to have jinxed himself by saying that, because no sooner he had gotten drunk near the end of the movie.
Glados: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, YOU BITCH, JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I COME BACK IN THE SEQUEL.
Chell: ...!?
After the movie had ended, Vector had become lust driven, and was touching and rubbing Espio in inappropriate ways. The chameleon kept pushing the crocodile off of him, but the larger reptile was persistant. That is when Vector held Espio against the table, and started to take advantage of his body. A week had passed since that event, and Espio couldn't stop thinking about what had happen that night. He wished could have forget all about it like vector; who seemed to have no recollection of that night at all.
"Why, why can't my mind stop showing me those images ? And, why was my; why was I so turned on, there is no way that enjoyed that. And what Vector-san said to me."
Espio's mind started to wander back to what the crocodile whispered to him. The chameleon didn't know if what Vector told him was true, or just something random he happened to say while he was in his drunken daze. As he thought about that, Espio had that weird feeling again, and was surprised to see his hard cock was out again. Seeing that, Espio fell to his knees and slammed his fists on the floor.
"Kuso(Shit), why does this keep happening to me ? Why won't my body stop tormenting ?"
Another week had passed, and it seemed like everything normal as always. The Chaotix would always be going on to investigate case, but since luck seemed to had something against them, they would almost always come back home with no money, or atleast get paid with very little money. As they kept taking on cases, Espio was slowly breaking away from the team from time to time. Ever since that incident with Vector, the chameleon was begining to feel nervous and uncomfortable around him, but not in an untrusting way; something else was going on with him. Another day came, and the Chaotix had a new case to solve.
"Hey guys, we've got ourselves another case to solve.", Vector said excitely.
"Yay, another case, another case, another case, Yayyy.", Charmy and Marine said happily.
"So, what's the new case ?", Espio asked.
"We have to find a blond princess who has gone missing, and bring her back to the Kingdom of Mushrooms.", Vector answered.
"A kingdom of mushrooms !?", Espio said with a puzzled look.
"That's right, our client said he would usually go find her himself, but he can't since he got one his legs broken during a kart race; something about a blue shell."
"Strewth, a missing princess that needs to be found.", Marine spoke. "I'll bet we'll get lots money if we bring her back."
"Or even be rewarded with lots of tasty snacks.", Charmy said.
"So, Espio, what do ya say; are going to join us ?", Vector asked.
"Gomen(Sorry), Vector-san, I think I'll sit this one out."
"What, again, this is the sixth time you don't want to join us. Is something wrong; are you ok ?"
"I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm sure you three can solve this case without me. Besides, we really need the money, don't we."
After the conversation had ended, Vector nodded his head in agreement, and started heading out the door and to his truck. He, along with Charmy and Marine waved good bye to Espio, and likewise, the chameleon waved back while standing behind the door. As soon as they truck left, Espio closed the door and leaned against it; sighing in relief.
"So, I guess you came out to torment me again."
Espio had finished talking to himself, and looked down to see that his harden seven inch cock had appeared again. He knew that there was one way to get rid of it, but was doubtful that it would work. So, the chameleon headed straight into his room, sat on his bed, and began to jack himself off. He started to moan as his hand smoothly went up and down the base of his cock. As he jacked himself, the chameleon started to think about that incident two weeks ago, except he was thinking about it differently than how it actually happened; in his thoughts Vector wasn't drunk and Espio was enjoying every thrust the crocodile sent to his body. After a while, Espio's hand was getting tired from all of the jacking, so the chameleon uncurled his tail, wrapped it around his cock, and used it continue jacking off. His room was now being filled with his moans and pants, as his tail squeezed and rubbed on his hard cock. Espio was in pure bliss, but he wanted to feel more pleasure. With the hand he previously used to jack himself, he inserted two into his ass, and began to slowly thrust in and out. The chameleon's moans were growing louder,his body started to sweat, and he started moaning out Vector's name. The chameleon's tail started to increase the speed of the rubbing, and Espio's fingers were thrusting faster. After while, the chameleon moaned loudly as he shot out a stream of his seed; some of it landing on his bed, his chest, and on his face.
Espio had a disgusted look on his face as he wiped his white cream off of his face. The chameleon really hated the smell of cum, because to him it smelled like squid; something he really hated. Forgetting about the smell, the chameleon started thinking about what he just did. He couldn't believe that he was attracted to Vector, and who could blame him; Vector's body did look a lot more sexier than it did back when the two met on Carnival Island. His mind went back to what Vector whispered to him and wanted to know if that was true; he decided that he would talk to the crocodile when he got back. As if on que, Vector, Charmy, and Marine had came back home, and they all had a depress look on their faces.
"Hey guys, how did that case go ?"
"Well, we found the princess lost in the Lost Woods, and we returned her back to her castle.", Vector spoke.
"That's great, but why do you all look so down ?", Espio said.
"Well, mate, when we returned the princess to her castle, she ran towards, I guess her 'Prince Charming', and then, well.", Marine spoke. "Oh blimey, how can I say this ?"
"A piece of the ceiling broke off, and it fell on her head.", Charmy said. "It was like Final destination, and it was totally freaky."
"That's creepy hearing you say that, Charmy.", Espio said. "Anyway, the princess; is she..."
"No, she's still alive, but she's in coma and is hospitalized for a few days, or weeks, or months, or years.", Vector said. "Unfortunately, because of that incident, the plumber decided not to pay us."
"A plumber !?"
"He was our client."
When the conversation had ended, Vector went off to his room to rest, and Charmy and Marine went to watch cartoons. Espio thought that today was now not a good time to speak with Vector; he decided to talk to him tomorrow. The next day came and Charmy and Marine were outside playing. Espio thought that was great, as he didn't know what would happen once he talks to Vector; he even locked the door to keep them from coming back in, even though he was hesitant about it.
"Vector-san, can we talk ?"
"Not now, Espio, I'm going through all of these bills. Maybe later or some other time."
"Onegai(Please), Vector-san, this is really important."
"Oh, alright, I guess it would be better than having to look at all these damn bills. So, what's up ?"
"Well, Vector-san, as you may have noticed, I've not been joining and helping you and the others on investigating cases lately."
"Yeah, I have been wondering about that. What's been going on with you lately ?"
"Well it started the other day two weeks ago, when we were watching that movie on the television."
Vector's eyes seemed to go wide when he heard that. It seemed like he was remembering something that he had forgotten.
"As we were watching the movie, you were drinking a lot of beer, and then you became drunk and apparently driven by lust."
Listening more to what Espio was saying, the crocodile was recollecting everything that day. When he finally remembered what happened on that day, he held a horrified look on his face.
"And, while you were in your drunken daze, you..."
Suddenly, in a quick flash, Vector was on his knees and hugging Espio. The chameleon was surprised by this action; not only because of the crocodile hugging him, but also because he felt tears falling on his shoulders, and could hear some low crying. This was very out of character of Vector.
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I should have listened to you and stopped drinking while I was still sober. I didn't mean to hurt you; I would never hurt you. Do you think you can find it in your heart to ever forgive me ?"
The chameleon was thinking about it, and all of what Vector said. He then decided that he would forgive his friend, since he knew that incident wasn't entirely all of his fault. Espio told Vector that he accepted his apology, and the crocodile happily hugged the chameleon tighter. Espio laughed and told and Vector about how out of character he was, when he was apologizing. Vector responded by telling the chameleon to not expect him to be like that ever again, and the two reptiles laughed. Suddenly, Espio remembered something and knocked Vector onto the floor, and then climbed on top of the crocodile; Vector was surprised by Espio's strength.
"Vector-san, while you were drunk, you whispered something to me. I really need to know; were you serious when you said that ?"
Vector had no idea what Espio was talking about. He started to think back to that day, I tried to remember what he had possibly whispered to his friend. When he finally did remember, he was blushing, his eyes went wide, and his mouth was wide open. He remembered that he told Espio he had always loved and cared about him. The crocodile was embarrassed; he never expected to admit his true feelings for his friend anytime soon.
"You see, Vector-san, there is another reason why I wouldn't go with you and the others on cases. I would feel strange around you, and lately my body has been tormenting me. Vector-san, I think I may also be..."
Espio had stopped talking and suddenly locked his lips with Vector. The crocodile face turned completely red, and it looked like his eyes were about to bulge out of his sockets. Even though it probably looked liked Vector was disturbed by the kiss, he was really enjoying it; the proof being that his cock was slowly getting hard. After a couple of seconds, Espio ended the kiss, and blushing like Vector; the two reptiles were staring at each other for a while.
"E-espio !", Vector said; he then noticed the chameleon's seven inch cock. "Hehehe, so I'm guessing you were really enjoying yourself."
"Hehe, I can say the same thing about you. So, do you wanna, maybe..."
"Look, as much as I would enjoy 'playing' with you, I should really get back to those bills."
"Oh really, I recall you saying that this would be way more better than having to look at those damn bills."
"Hehe, I guess you know me too well."
Espio wasted no time locking his lips with Vector again. The two reptiles had their eyes closed and their tongues were dancing in each other's mouth. As they kissed each other, Espio had uncurled his tail, and wrapped it around Vector's ten inch cock; squeezing and rubbing it smoothly up and down the base. The two moaned into each other's mouth; enjoying the little pleasure that were recieving. After a while, the two ended their kiss, and Espio started kissing and sucking down Vector's neck, and his tail was squeezing and rubbing a little harder against the crocodile's cock; Vector never expect Espio to act in such a way.
"Hehe, you're getting really freaky there, aren't ya.", Vector smirked.
The scene changes to Vector's bed, where the crocodile was chilling as Espio was working on his cock. The chameleon began by licking up, down, and all around the larger reptiles cock. He was going really slow, just to torture the crocodile that was relaxing. Vector moaned at the pleasure his friend was giving, and was really hoping that Espio would hurry up and start sucking. No sooner, the chameleon wrapped his tongue around the cock, and engulfed it as he started to slowly suck, and while that was happening, Vector was using his tail to jack off Espio. As the chameleon was slowly bobbing his head up and down the base of the cock, he was using his tongue to squeeze cock within his mouth; Vector was moaning loud in total bliss.
"Ahhh, oh Espio, your tongue is really amazing. It feels like your strangling my dick with that tongue."
Espio mentally laughed to himself when he heard Vector say that. Seeing as how his friend was really enjoying his tongue, the chameleon decided to make the crocodile feel even more pleasure. Squeezing on the cock harder, Espio started to bob his head faster up and down the cock as he sucked, which in turn made Vector moan louder, and increase the speed of his rubbing on the smaller reptile's cock. Thinking that he was torturing the enough, the chameleon wrapped his tongue from the cock, and decided to use it normally as he continued his sucking. Precum was shooting on to Espio's tongue, and even he didn't like the taste, he ignored it to continue on with his sucking; that was until he started to taste more pre shooting out. Vector was about to cum soon.
"Ahhh, oooohhhh, I can't take it anymore, I'm about t-to, ahhhhhhhh."
Vector roared loudly in extasy; Espio quickly took his mouth off of the cock, as the crocodile came hard; shooting ropes after ropes of his cream. Feeling the bliss of having to cum so hard, Vector's tail squeezed Espio's cock harder, which in turn made the chameleon moan loud as he reached his orgasm, and shot out a stream of his seed. Their orgasms ended after a couple of minutes, with some of their jizz landing their body and face. Vector licked up and enjoyed the taste of cum off of his face, while Espio just wiped the cream off of his face with a disgusted look.
"Ahhhh, that was amazing, I don't think I've ever came that hard before, hehe.", Vector spoke.
"I'm glad you enjoyed your pleasure.", Espio said.
"How couldn't I, your tongue was amazing. But, why did you remove your mouth before I came ?"
"Gomen(Sorry), it's just that cum smells and taste like squid to me; it's really disgusting."
"Aww, that's really too bad."
"It's not over yet, Vector-san."
Vector watched as Espio positioned himself above the tip of the larger reptile's cock. The crocodile was surprised by this, as didn't expect Espio to be ready for that, especially after what happened two weeks ago.
"Woah there, Espio; are you sure about this ?"
"Hai(Yes), I know I'm ready for this, especially since you're not drunk this time."
"Well, ok then."
Vector grabbed Espio by the hips, and was slowly helping the chameleon come down on his cock, as he penetrated him. The crocodile was surprised to find out that Espio was really tight ever what had happened, but it made sense to him since that was two weeks ago. The chameleon moaned as more and more of Vector's cock entered him. The crocodile managed to get in six inches, and stopped to see how Espio was doing. Espio had let Vector know that he could take more of him, and told himto keep going. The larger reptile nodded his head, and continued to insert the rest of his length into the chameleon. When the crocodile managed to get ten inches in, he stopped to so that Espio could adjust; the both panting. With a few minutes passed by, Espio had let Vector know that he was ready. Nodding his head again, Vector was slowly pulling out of Espio; leaving in just the head. He then slowly slid the chameleon back down on his cock, and then up to the head again, and then down again; he continued doing this in a steady rhythm. Low moans had escaped from out of their mouth, and Espio was using his right hand to jack himself off. The two were in heaven enjoying their pleasure. Espio told Vector to go faster, and the larger reptile increased the speed of his humping. The two of them were moaning louder, their bodies were starting to sweat, and Espio's jacking was in time with the rhythm of Vector's thrusting. Espio was enjoying his newfound pleasure, and was to share it with Vector. The crocodile could feel his orgasm arriving and didn't want to cum anytime soon, but there was nothing he could do about it, as he cam hard into the chameleon; roaring out in pleasure. Likewise, Espio too had reached his orgasm, and moaned out as he came just as hard as Vector. Their orgasm lasted for a couple of minutes before it stopped, the two panting together as they were catching their breath. Vector slowly pulled out of Espio, and afterwards, the chameleon collasped and passed out on top of the crocodile.
An hour had passed, and Espio began to wake up. He looked around until he saw Vector, who was smoking a cigarette.
"Vector-san, what happened ?"
"Oh, hey there sleepyhead, you passed out after our little fun. By the way, I was checking you out a bit while you were asleep, and it turns out you're pregnant."
"NANI(WHAT), but that's impossible, h-how can that even happen ?"
"Woah, just calm down; I was only just messin with ya, hehe."
"That wasn't funny ! By the way, Vector-san, I didn't know that you smoked."
"Oh yeah, I've always been smoking, but don't you worry, I plan tobreak the habit. And besides...", Vector had stopped talking for a bit as he was putting his cigarette out in an ashtray. "...I hate smoking anyway."
Espio laughed a bit at his friend. He then asked if Vector was serious about what he whispered to him. Embarressed, the crocodile blushed as he admitted that what he said was true, but then he told the chameleon that he better not expect him to be feeling this way when they go out on cases; case in point, he was putting on a tough guy act. Espio then suddenly hugged Vector; catching the crocodile offguard.
"Arigatou(Thank you), Vector-san ! Daisuki(I love you)!"
Vector had no idea what Espio just said. He alwasy found it annoying whenever the chameleon would talk to him in japanese. However, he made a guess at what Espio said, and wrapped an arm around the chameleon.
"Right back at ya."
As the two reptiles were enjoy their little quiet time together, they suddenly heard an explosion from outside. Rushing quickly outside, they shocked to see atleast nine flipped over and destroyed ice cream trucks, and nine scared and traumatized ice cream men. The cause of this problem were Charmy and Marine; who were in a crazed sugar rush.
"J-just what the fuck has been going on out here ?", Vector said.
"I don't know, but what I do know is that this is gonna cost us.", Espio said.
"Damnit, luck just isn't on our side."
END!
Espio: Oi, minna(Hey everybody), I would like to say arigatou for taking your reading and enjoying this story. As for Marine being on our team, the writer just thought it would be a fun and good idea. And just to mess with you, me and Vector have always been in a relationship, since we returned in Sonic Heroes; now try to play our hearing this, hehehe. Again, arigatou, and don't forget to rate. Sayanora(good-bye)! | Chaotix Love by Natsuru | [
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"Chameleon",
"Comedy",
"Crocodile",
"Drunk",
"Fingering",
"French Kissing",
"Kissing",
"M/M",
"M/solo",
"Masturbation",
"Oral",
"Rape",
"Reptile",
"Romance",
"Sonic The Hedgehog"
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KZIN4.TXT - M/M, Violence - September 20, 2003
Kzin Pride By SwampRat (cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association
I sighed. Another summons. Well, nothing for it I suppose. I made arrangements to be replaced for the day, and wended my way OutArm towards the Pilot's Stations. A Kzin snarled at me, and checked my paperwork.
"OK, Monkey.. Report to Training Pod 2."
I continued on down to the second Simulation Pod. Re-certification time already? I went inside and sat down.
Another kzin sat in the second chair snarled at me, "Ready, Monkey?"
I nodded. The panel lights came on.. What?!
"Assskm-Parrrl.. Assskm-Parrrl.." 'Mayday..'
I sighed. "Alright, what is this.."
"fkkkljOIJN. UJN ik."
A chill ran up my spine. A voice from the past.. More lights came on, showing a Faser Class attack cruiser instrument bank, with modifications..
"Assistance.. Assistance.."
I shrugged, toggling the radio on.
"Message Acknowledged.. What is the problem?"
Silence. I looked at the Kzin, who was sitting in the Nav Station, a good four feet above and behind me... A crackle.
"FZZT This is Scout Hamnsk. I request assistance from any Tri-Compact Personnel. CRACKLE"
They must have dug up an old war tape.. Best to just go along with the charade. The Kzin had strange senses of humor..
"This is.." ('Who am I?' I whispered to the cat. He shrugged.)
".. A member of the Triad."
A sputter.
"Get a Message to FarCom Night."
I straightened. That was one of the codes I used with the Compact Scout Brigade.
"Send Message Scout - In AmerEng.."
I smiled quietly to myself. Nobody had spoken English in Millennia.. Except those beings I had taught. Dead languages make great encryption schemes.
"This is HunterPod 1, Clan Ammarrth. Message.. 200 Enemy in Amkmhir. Situation desperate. Heavy casualties. We are surrounded. End Message. We Require Assistance..."
Shots being fired. I took no notice. The Kzin had spoken in accented American Slang...
(LOCK RED 2 ALPHA(.
My mind reeled. CLICK
(Combat Mode ON(.
Long dormant commands opened pathways, turned servo's on. Drugs pumped into me, so the bio-half could keep up with the mechanical. I hit the rows of switches, bringing my attack craft up from cold start into Ready, using emergency power settings.. Somebody was going to have to redo a few boards when I returned as the system was taxed to the limit.
"Coords.." A snarl.
Numbers spat in Kzin, ending in a wail of pain.
"Kissmoiuj ioin IHNdp!" Tamaria..
"Aborted, Crotch-lapping, Male Offspring Of Female Canines.." I snarled, having yet another reason to hate the plant-like creatures..
"Power."
"Three and climbing, Captain."
Barely enough.
"Hang on Ammarrth.. I will be there soonest. Strap in Lieutenant, We're Jumping.. And call me Shadow."
A hissed "Aye" was my reply as I shoved the throttle up, pulling 2g's in a hard movement. Guns ready, I spun vertical of Ground and hit the reflex Engines. We jumped into the Atmosphere at .997 Mach.
"Fighters.. at 27 Advent."
I ignored them.
"We clear?"
"Aye.."
I grinned mirthlessly.
"Then, let's make 'em earn their gravespaces... Cutters out!"
I waited until the 'LOCK' light came on, and putting the shields on 2, I 'Jumped'. That is, I goosed the KK Drive. Mach 1 vanished as we cut a swath through the 5 ships, crippling all but 1. I did a snap-wheel that brought us on course for another pass.. Still at M2.
"1 Missile up the Ass.. How you holding up back there..."
A weak growl.
"Life Readings on Last Ident?"
A snarl.
"None of Compact origin.."
"Bastards! Hold onto your lunch.."
He screamed as I snapped a 270, rotating the nose around and headed for the coordinates the scout last put out.
"Radio Silence.. Now."
The crackle in my Comset went dead.
"Camp at 223 Azimuth.." I lifted my hand, clasping the Kzin's hind paw.
"May Your Children's Children Speak Your Name In Awe, Warrior."
He snarled, pressing his claws into my fingers. "I am proud to serve under You, Captain.."
"LordCommander DeathShadow, Nav.. Now, Let's go put our names in the Great Hall.." I snarled, and the cat above me repeated the epitaph. Should either one of us survive, he would travel to Kzin, and make sure the other's name was put in the Hall Of Heroes.
Guns blazing, we strafed the campsite. Ripples of explosions followed the lasers path of destruction. I whirled, and made a second run, stepping up to Mach 2 again. The shockwave ran before us, crushing everything before it into jelly.
"Fighters.. Azimuth 43. Gaak!"
I stood the craft on it's tail and boosted the drives. A pair of missiles launched off, a few seconds later we rammed through the debris that was two ships moments before.
More showed up on my tail. I turned, ready to engage them..
Click
"Simulation Ended.."
(UNLOCK. STAND-DOWN. AWAIT.(
My internal circuits cut out with the code words. And I shook.. Damn! Betrayed by my own emotions.. Well, actually by droid logic. There were still some circuits in the system that I couldn't touch... Damn Triad. Damn Machinery.. My cover was blown, Big-Time. But what would the Kzin do about it?
The cat unhooked his harness, climbed down from his seat, and shook my hand!! Then to add another shock, he put on one of the few articles of clothing Kzin wear.. a sash of Authority. If I read the decorations right, he was also of the Clan Ammarrth. A General. What the hell? The cat stood.
"It is an honor to meet the Commander My ClanFather served under."
This was a bad dream..
"Do not worry, only myself and the Technician at the console know any of this went on."
He climbed out of the pod, to be greeted by another Kzin. An Under-General.. It figures.
"My Congratulations, LordCommander. You would have made a most worthy opponent." He bowed deeply to me.
"But.. Why?"
The being smiled.
"We have been suspicious of you for some time. You knew too much of the inner workings of Kzin ships to just be a simple Technician. So, either you were a genius, a well-trained spy.. or a WarHero. It is nice to find you are the latter.. My generations past Father also served in the Triad forces.. He spoke most eloquently of you and your leadership."
I was still reeling..
"We may now return to Kzin, and clear our Family Names.."
My eyes narrowed. "The sons of Ammarrth and Serrtii have problems?"
Old names that were as fresh as the blood I still wore - If only mentally. They both took a step back, not sure if I was Completely out of the simulation or Not.
"There are those who do not agree that those who fought under a.. Human.. should be allowed in The Hall.."
I snarled something about Cats who needed to have their tails stuffed in their asses.
"Follow."
It was not a question. I marched out of the Station, and with the big cats behind, made my way to my private quarters. Many heads turned, to watch the strange procession.. A man dressed in the garb of a simple tech, in lock-step with 2 high Kzin, and They were 3 paces behind!
A caten dared to get in my way. A lowly guard. I snarled a few choice words in High-Kzin at him.. He moved rapidly, not wanting his energy-rifle shoved up his butt.. It took a few more minutes to come to my apartment, where a palm lock glowed at my touch. A 'click' and a hiss, as the door opened. I motioned to the cats to sit, and went into another room. There I took out a locker. Opening it by voice-command, I pulled out a tray. Memories.. Then lifted it and brought it out to the two males.
"These belonged to my friends. And my Enemies."
The Kzin gasped, running their paws through the medals, chits, and awards. I went back into the room, removing the clothing, and most of my anatomy. Walked to a panel. Inserted my arm-stump. Circuits read the codes. A door opened, and I walked into my 'War-Room'. Weapons of every description hung from the walls. I selected the necessary items, and removed my legs. A hoist lifted me to a Medi-Vac.
Most of my torso was plated in steel. A shell was hooked-up. Battle class servos went into my appendages.. I was now a tick faster than a Kzin. The lid was removed, and I stepped down. My Heraldry Patch from the Triad Forces was placed on my face. The Battalion Armored Robe I stood in The Great Hall with went over my body. Medallions were placed on it. Then, I took the Weapons given to me by my Kzin brethren, and put them in place. The Last thing was my War Helm. When I walked out of the room, I armed the self-destruct pouch. I might not see it again.. One last sash from the locker was added.. It told of my Rank, Name, and All the Kzin Princes I had fought with. I returned to the living room.
The Kzin were gone. Not by choice, from the looks of the place. I expected something like this. My Brethren's names were in question. Others wanted to slander them to further their own clans.. I still felt the ClanLeader's paw grabbing my hand. If it was flesh, he would have broken it.
"Brother of My Brothers. You have fought beside my sons. Brought their names back. Allowed them to gain Honor under you.. With you."
He placed a medallion on my vest.
"Born Human, Mated to a machine, You are now Kzin. The Clan Of Ammarrth Welcomes You, Lord ShadowOfDeath."
I replayed the security tape. Hooded beings came, Gassed the Kzin. Left. But not until removing everything in sight.. It's a good thing I locked my door. Well, they had memento's but the things that really counted would soon be winging it's way towards Kzin. I put a cloaking robe on, and left, after re- setting the door. Left a message that I had Family Matters to attend to. That would not sit well with the Kzin who was my boss, but he would have literally come unglued if he saw the decorations adorning my chest. Kingdoms had been wiped out in Kzin Clan Wars, and officially frowned upon.. Unofficially, on the other paw, 'Anything that doesn't kill you, strengthens you.'
I stepped into an old shop. The kzin stood as I came in.
"Nobody saw me enter, but be prepared."
He nodded. I had expected trouble for some time, and had made preparations, Just-In-Case.. Handed him half a coin. He checked it against one he had.
"How do I Know you are the true bearer of this coin?"
I turned the cloak off, and removed it. The Kzin straightened. Took my hand.
"Welcome, Commander.. How may I serve?"
I told him to send a certain trunk to a certain Kzin holding. He nodded, and I replaced the cloak. Left. Step 2 was in motion.. Now for step 3. It was easy as a Tech to read Ship's Registery. And even easier to sneak aboard one via a service hatch..
The Captain came in, saw his door was ajar. He was going to rip the ears off a few kittens for this.. Something stood in the cabin. A blaster pointed at his midsection. It took no genius to know whoever it was would blow a hole in him big enough to wade a ship through..
"Where Does Your Father Sit?" In Kzin. The question asked Loyalties.
"At Hannat." He replied, claws sliding back into hands and feet, but ears still down..
The weapon motioned towards the bunk. There sat a closed box. Chamme-Captain sidled towards it. He tried to keep one eye on the being, until he saw the seal on the box. Then turned, opening it. Inside was a ClanSymbol. Ammarrth - Blood Kin to Hannattar.
"How did you come by this?"
He straightened, ready to die if necessary. The blaster pointed to the floor. Was tossed on the bunk.
"I require help from one who is bonded to Clan Ammarrth."
The Kzin closed the door. Sat down on the bed. "Why?"
The cloak faded. Standing in his room was a ghost. I saw his eyes run over my medals, reading the sash 3 times.
He turned his palms up. "I am at your service, Lord."
I nodded. "I require Passage to Ammar."
The pink ears went up. 'Blood-Feud.' The Kzin came off the bunk, to sink down to his knees.
"The Clan Hannattar is at your disposal, Lord of My Blood Clan."
I put a hand on his shoulder.
"Rise, and return to your duties. You still own this ship. All I require is passage.. After that is up to you.. But, You may wish to review this.."
I gave him a copy of the same tape I had seen earlier. The Kzin's eyes went from wide to narrow, as he saw my guests, watched them removed by a 'Coward's Act'.
"So, 3 of the Hand are now involved.."
A hand is 7 clans. Each has ties with the other. And all act as one when threatened.. I asked for a quiet place to get ready. Actually, I wanted to plug my other side in for a while, and sleep. Since I would be living on drugs for some time to come.. Kzin food comes in Raw, and Still Kicking.
A rough pawpad touched the steel lightly. The creature might just as well yelled. I watched him come closer. 4 bodies came from the shadows, and grabbed the Kzin.
"What do you here?"
The Kzin snarled. Told them to do rude things.
"If you seek me, I am here.."
The cats held the intruder. I stood, and walked forward.
"If you have a message, I will hear it."
The cat spat at me.
"Which Clan do you represent.."
The Kzin spat at me again. I slid my hood back. The WarHelm with the ClanLord Symbol gleamed in the light. I lifted the head.
"I repeat, Do you have a message for me?"
He snarled. I took a few steps back. Motioned for the others let him go.
"Die, Monkey!" He screamed, leaping at me.
I broke his neck, shattered his ribcage, and slammed what was left into a wall. My sword was halfway out of it's sheath, before I realized I would not need it. The eyes saw no more. A dark stain spread over the bulkhead, as the body slid down it. The others removed it. One by one, they bowed, and left, just a little wide around the nostrils. 'So Grandfather Didn't lie about the Steel Ghost..' I could almost hear them saying, re-plugging myself in.
Part of me hated the killing, part of me reveled in it... And part just went along with the programming that, like some unkillable demon or vampire kept me around for so many ages. 'Getting Old..' Went back to oblivion..
"Lord, we circle Katzza."
3rd homeworld. My helm was removed, set to one side.
"Commander, We await you.." This from the surface.
I was given a life-suit. Re-fitted to me, it looked like an Old Kzin dignitary. Whose health was in question.. Coming home to die was the privilege of All Kzintii. But, I had no intentions of having my name written in the Hall of Heroes.. Just Yet anyway. The shuttle ride was as eventful as sleeping in null gravity. I mentally reviewed the events that brought me to Katzza.. A tradeship had brought a coded letter hinting somebody of Ex-Compact/Triad history might find a certain shipyard of interest. Since Freedom's Ride was well underway, I had more than enough ships of Kzin design to study. So it was a matter of smuggling certain things into the Port of Haam.
Getting fake ID, Background, And getting into The Ring. One doesn't do things like snoop into Kzin affairs without Inside assistance. After a year I knew something was afoot.. But until the General dropped me into a position where only someone from Compact would respond as I did, I had no idea.
"Welcome Lord. Please follow.."
Strong hands helped me into a cart. The scenery went by at a blur. To a palatial estate.. Clan Lhikutewl. Another of the Hand. I was shown to a room. My baggage came before me. When I was sure I was alone, I peeled myself out of the suit. Replaced my hands, and weapons. I had just finished, when the door opened.
"You do Exist!" The kzin was young, but his eyes shone. A Hasty bow.
"I am Hilkna. I bring greetings from my clan to yours."
I nodded to him. Snapped my claws out, raked my chest, then slapped my hands together.. His grin was nasty, as was the response.
"Death and Dishonor to the Hand's Enimies.."
He bowed again, then ran off as footsteps echoed down the hallway. An old kzin came in.
"Did my Son's Son bother you, Lord?" I put my hands on top of my head and folded them down, then Up - A Smile. He chuckled..
"Steel ears.. It is good to see you, My Brother." We clasped arms.
"You heard.."
I handed him the tape.
"I saw.. And who was it that sent a tape of The Ambush of Haran?"
He smiled, not showing teeth. "Somebody who wished to find out if a certain male still existed."
I smiled back. "If two wars can not kill me, How could civilian life.. Unless it is of boredom."
He laughed at that.
Things got settled.. I got to watch as my Clan honored the dead by putting their names in the Hall of Heroes - Many wished My name there, but I declined the offer - I was still interested in living. With a few more trinkets and much growling, I returned to my life as a repairperson.
"Damn Nut.. Think they would give us decent tools."
The young kzin beside me chuckled.
"We are but tech's.. The Good Stuff goes to Inner Repairs Docks."
The overseer growled about us taking so much time, switching his bushy tail as he walked by.
"Like to wrap That tail around his skinny neck.."
It was my turn to chuckle.
"Jealous? We'll be done in a moment.. Hand me a Spanner, Will you?"
The Tech, who didn't even rate a family name yet, nodded. Crawled out and stood, growling softly as his back complained. When he was out of earshot, I reached in and snapped the stud off, tossing it back behind me. He returned.. To kick my boot.
"Well?"
I grunted. "Broke another one.."
Shook his head. Things got broke a Lot around this one.. Then the clock beeped.
"Time to go.. What are you doing after?"
I got up and shook my clothes. "Nothing.." Packed the toolbox.
"Good.. I need somebody to run their hands across my back. Make it worth your while.."
I shook my head. "Your Wife is supposed to do that."
He smacked my shoulder. "Don't rub it in.. How 'bout it?"
I put the box on the cart, and took his as well.
"Alright.. But If you Snore..."
The kzin looked askance at me.. "I Snore? You kept me awake half the night last time."
I shrugged. "So? Next time, Stick something into my mouth..."
His growl was only half smothered when he kissed me.
"And when are you going to make Tech3 so I can break in a New Lover, Hmm?"
He got on the tram and slid a hand into my jumpsuit.
"You just wait until I get you home, Elder.."
I had to laugh at that.. Maybe I wouldn't dream of the past. The wars and lives destroyed. The loves, now dust and memory. The hand fondled me more intimately.. And I smiled... How did that song go? 'Live for Today..'Or something like that. I intend to...
The End | Kzin4 by SwampRat | [
"Feline",
"Human",
"Other/Herm",
"Violence"
] |
Well you know the rules.
Kyle strolled through the ever shrinking forest next to his house. The large forest was rapidly shrinking, a once beautiful landscape disappearing due to the constant construction. Kyle estimated that there wouldn't even be a tree left by next summer. He sighed, looking down at the small game trail as he walked through, silently stepping over twigs and leaves. He had always loved the forest, and he liked walking through it, especially to think. Tonight he had a lot to think about and none of it was pleasant. Kyle's parent's relationship had slowly fallen apart over the years and tonight his dad had finally left. All his life he had been very close with his parents and he had always wondered what he would do if his parents ever divorced. Now that his parents finally were divorced, Kyle really didn't know what to do. He just wanted to get away from everything and everyone. His pace slowly increased, as his anger and frustration built up inside, until he was at a sprint. He stopped a few minutes later, panting, to look around his surroundings. He noticed a small cave entrance he had never seen before, but due to the constant construction it was quite obvious now, no longer hidden by the foliage.
Kyle slowly walked towards it and peered in. It was dark and humid and had a heady, "thick" smell to it. He stepped into the cave only to realize that it was an amazingly steep slope covered in water and he quickly slid down into darkness. Three dragons were advancing closer to the mouth of the cave. They had been ordered to seal off the cave before the corruption of the humans invaded their last sanctuary. Their ebony claws clacked as the dragons approached in silence. They all mourned for having to close themselves from the outside world, however they must protect what was theirs. All three dragons solemnly stepped around the caves mouth and bowed their heads. They began to chant in deep hollow language that was unknown to almost everyone. Slowly the walls crumbled as the magic took its effect causing thousands of years of erosion in just a few seconds.
Kyle began to awaken, a bit of blood drying on the side of his head. He groggily lifted his head off the cold rocky floor. He squinted but could not make anything out. He quickly began to panic. How long had he been down here? How did he plan to get back up? Thousands of thoughts rushed through his mind and he quickly stood up. He tried in vain to walk back up the slope that he had slid down but all he managed to do was fall down a few times. He finally stopped and sat back down, resting his head against a small stalagmite. He slowly breathed in the damp air trying to collect himself. He slowly calmed down and listened to the cave walls in an attempt to quiet his mind.
Whispering. Was that what he heard? Kyle had no clue how long he had sat there. Yes, there it was again. As he listened a little more carefully he noticed it was not English, but for some reason he understood some of it. "Maybe it's English in a foreign accent." He thought. He strained his ears trying to pick up the voices. After a few minutes of waiting he heard them again but this time the voices were louder. It didn't sound like English but still he could understand it. He was so caught up in trying to figure out what kind of accent it was that he failed to notice the light in the cave becoming brighter. As soon as he noticed this, he panicked, and stumbled backwards not caring how much noise he made. He crawled back until he reached a wall and couldn't go any further he then looked at the approaching light and gasped.
The dragons were returning back from their completed mission when they heard something. They all stopped and listened again, nothing. "Did you hear that?" Ayia asked.
"Yeah, a scratching or something..." Aepas trailed off.
Ayia held out her hand conjuring a small ball of fire so they could see, and they proceeded to slowly search around. For a good five minutes they found nothing, but they kept searching. As Aepas slowly examined a small group of rocks something crawled backwards. He quickly ducked his head and called his brethren over.
Kyle stared as three dragons stood behind a small collection of rocks and stalagmites. He was both scared and amazed at the same time. They were absolutely beautiful. All them had the same body build, somewhat humanoid, though their legs were bestial, fairly long necks, fangs, spikes protruding from their backs they were all about 10 feet give or take a few.
One was green, not a dark green but more of a lighter milky color. He was perhaps the smallest of them, quite sleek with an athletic build.
The second held a small ball of fire illuminating the cave. Kyle squinted and noticed that this dragon was female. Her scales shone off a deep blood red. Although she was female she still had quite a muscle build. Not enough to be unattractive, but enough to be intimidating none the less.
The third was a deep blue, the tallest and by far the most beautiful. He was the most muscular of the three. His entire upper body was well built and his legs were like that of a professional runner.
Kyle had almost no time to examine them. As he sat there gawking, the green one came with an almost impossible speed and grabbed him by the throat. "Human," he snarled, "Come here to defile our lands eh?"
"N...No" Kyle stuttered "I got lost and... and" his reply was cut short by claws tightening around his neck.
The large green dragon started to squeeze harder, the tips of his talons cutting into the back of his neck and cutting off air to Kyle when the red dragon called out "Aepas! Drop him! He means us no harm."
Aepas snaked his head around and snapped, "Oooh, Forgive me, I can't read minds, unlike someone."
"Shut up! I didn't even have to, just look at the thing!" Yelled the red dragon, bits of fire escaping from her maw, her eyes flashing dangerously.
He snarled and dropped the small human and walked over the others as the red one walked foreword. She knelt down, to Kyle. "Sorry about him, he has a short temper. And is quite prejudice." She said with a strange smile that only a giant reptile as herself could manage. "What's your name?"
"Kyle."
The red dragon picked up Kyle and set him back on his feet. Kyle just stood there in a shock. The dragons except for the green one looked at him in curiosity. "How did you get here?" questioned the red dragon.
"I was looking in the cave and I slid down, and then you showed up."
The dragon nodded in response and decided to introduce herself and her brethren. "Well I am Ayia, and these are my brothers, Aepas you already met, and the blue one... Well, just call him "silence". He's been a mute ever since he was born and only his parent knew his name but they died not to long ago and we can't coax his name out of him, He won't even write it down for us!"
Kyle let out a harsh laugh. Right now he was just relieved that these creatures were not going to eat him. However some panic started to set in. How was he going to get home? "I'm sorry" Ayia said softly "we sealed the tunnel to prevent the humans and their horrible machines from getting in."
Kyle sighed "I know, it's horrible what they did to this forest. That place used to be like my second home. I would camp out in it and play in the creek..." he trailed off thinking of the great memories.
As Kyle said this the blue dragon raised his head and peered at the human. He thought for a moment and then dismissed it. This was not the time.
"Well I guess you'll come with us then, we'll see what the elders say." Ayia said.
Kyle nodded his head in response. They all started down the path once again, Aepas in the front grumbling about having a human along with them. The blue dragon "silence" just walked in the center looking straight ahead and Ayia stayed in the back and chatted with Kyle the whole time.
She talked about her life, how the humans were destroying resources, and many other things. While they chatted Kyle learned that the reason that he could understand them although they did not speak English was because they spoke a kind of universal language that all living creatures could understand and even speak if they put their minds to it.
After hours of walking, the small group reached their destination. Although they were originally in a cave, Kyle stepped out into a huge outdoor field. The land stretched as far as the eye could see and in the distance there were huge mountains.
"You are the first human to ever set foot here" Ayia said. "This is a magical place that only the dragons, and you, know of."
Kyle stared in awe at the amazing sanctuary. "We will go to the elders later, to speak of our success and to see what to do with you." Ayia said answering Kyle's silent thoughts. "And do not worry, Dragons are fair. We would not have to kill you to preserve our secret." She said once again reading his mind and answering.
"Her mind reading ability is a bit annoying. She answers before I can even ask." thought Kyle.
Ayia let out a small chuckle "Aepas says the same thing. Especially when he's thinking about different females in bed!"
Kyle was a bit taken back by her straightforwardness but laughed along with her, it felt good just to let a bit of the tension out.
"Well you can't stay with me and Aepas but you can stay with silence, right?" she peered over at him and he stared back, with unmoving eyes. "You can at least nod." Silence let out a somewhat crooked smile and nodded. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" And with that Ayia and Aepas flew into the air their great wings bolstering Kyle with gusts of wind and grass.
Silence walked up to Kyle placed a large claw on his shoulder and guided him away heading towards and unknown destination.
After walking for a few hours, they finally arrived at their destination. It was a large cave etched in the side of a mountain. Silence ushered Kyle into the cave. Kyle looked around in amazement. The cave was massive. The ceiling must have been at least 50 feet high and there were chairs, more like thrones, molded from polished stones. And a small pit glowing with embers. While Kyle was still admiring the cave, Silence sat down and signaled Kyle over. Kyle walked over, although somewhat timidly as he knew that if these creatures wanted, he would be dead in a matter of seconds.
Kyle sat next to the dragon and waited. He knew he couldn't make the dragon talk and the dragon had signaled him, so he obviously wanted something.
The blue dragon slowly stretched out his neck and put his muzzle on Kyle's chest taking in a deep breath. Kyle started to panic. "Crap he's sniffing me! Does he want to eat me?"
The dragon, recognizing the panic abruptly sat up and looked Kyle in the eye. "I remember you." He said, his voice no louder than a whisper.
Kyle was a bit taken back as he didn't expect the dragon to talk at all, let alone "remember" him. The dragon's voice was indeed deep but also had a strange softness to it.
"What do you mean, remember, I've never seen a dragon in my life."
"But I've seen you. You used to play in my forest before the humans started building and I was called into the sanctuary." Stated the dragon. "I would watch you hours on end as you never seemed to tire and always had respect for nature."
Kyle sat there wondering how something as big as him had gone undetected.
"Would you like some food? I was having some prepared." Silence then reached down and pulled a deer carcass out of the embers in a large fire pit. After a long silent dinner, Kyle tried to break the silence. "Why is it that you talk to me and not anyone else?"
"There was just no need to talk to anyone. I managed fine not talking right?"
"I guess but..." before Kyle could ask again, Silence cut him off.
"Enough, I am tired and it has been a long day for you as well."
Kyle was escorted deeper into the cave, opening into another chamber. Almost the same as the last, however this one had a bed laden with furs silks and other exotic fabrics. Silence walked over to one side of the bed and got comfy underneath the blankets. He then looked over and noticed that Kyle was still just standing there.
"You gonna sleep standing up?"
"No, but I don't have any sleeping clothes."
"Then strip it all down."
"Wouldn't that be a little gay? I mean I'm not like that."
Silence stared for a second. "You humans and your modesty." He rolled onto one side. "Just take off those garments and get in."
Kyle hesitantly stripped down to nothing and slowly got into the bed, staring as far away from the dragon as he could. Try as he might though he was slowly drawn to the dragon, whether it be for some heat, or comfort, he just ended up laying right next to Silence and thinking of the days events. Although he might never see his family or friends again at least someone cared. He then rolled over and clutched Silence, burying his head into his chest.
The dragon just looked down upon this human snuggling against him, and rested a hand on his head.
"Silence, what is your real name?" asked Kyle. "I really need to know."
Silence thought for a second. "Ok but you must not tell anyone, and I mean anyone. It's Tuuvean. And that isn't my real name, I don't know what my real name is, but this is my self proclaimed name."
As Tuuvean said this, it felt as if something huge had been taken off his shoulders and something filled the hole in his life. He truly smiled for the first time in ages, and gripped Kyle tightly, letting out tears of joy.
They held onto each other finally feeling that something that was once lost, was found.
"Hey, hey, Kyle? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, where am I, and who are you?"
"Oh it's just me, Ayia. And you're in a dream. It's much easier to contact you this way that to fly two thousand stretches. Anyway, I'm afraid I have bad news. There is no way back to your world. That was the last entrance that we sealed, I'm sorry. "
"I understand" Kyle thought back to his family and friends, but his mind was drawn to something else. Even through all the sorrow of loosing everything, one person was still there for him. A large blue figure appeared in his dream as he thought of him. "Do you want to live with him right now? I'm sure he wont mind, and if he does, he won't object." Ayia chuckled a little. Kyle laughed to but only because she meant he wouldn't talk. "Yeah, Ill stay here."
The dream faded and Kyle slowly awoke. Light appeared in the far end of the cave from the rising sun, however he refused to move. It just felt to good to and he did not want to let go of Tuuvean. Kyle pulled his head up and looked at Tuuvean. He was already awake and staring right back at Kyle. He leaned in and kissed Kyle on the lips. Kyle returned the kiss before he knew what he was doing but then pulled back. "No, no, I mean I'm not gay."
"There really is no gay or straight only love, and it doesn't matter who it is, what it is, or what sex it is."
Kyle sat there for awhile, finding his own feelings and thinking of what Tuuvean just said. He once again looked at the dragon and Kissed him deeply, allowing his tongue to slip into his mouth, savoring the taste and enjoying the sensation of a serpentine tongue in his mouth. After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling, they broke. "Ayia says I can never go back to my homeland. Can I stay with you?"
"Of course you can."
They sat there a little longer, enjoying each other's body heat and scent. Kyle thought back once again to his childhood memories and how he had always longed to be a dragon. Now he may have his chance! He was around dragons, who could use magic. It might work. "Hey Tuuvean what's it like to be a dragon?"
"hehe you want to become one?"
"How did you know?" asked Kyle.
"I could just see it in the way you were thinking and speaking. You actually want that?" "Yes" Kyle answered, "I'd give anything to be one."
"Well there is a way, but from what I've heard, it's extremely painful, and there is no going back. Also it must be done in a way that might not appeal to you."
Kyle sat still. He could handle the pain, as for never going back, well there was no way to even get home, but what did he mean by not appealing? "Ok, what do I have to do?"
"Let's head to the hot springs"
The dragon and human got up from the bed and walked down a small corridor. The smell of sulfur was a tell tale sign that there were hot springs nearby. Once again the corridor opened into a large chamber and in the center there was a large steaming bath. Kyle slowly waded in followed by Tuuvean.
Tuuvean sat down on a small ridge around the edge of the pool so his torso was out but the rest was underneath the water. He signaled Kyle over to sit on his lap. Kyle did and pressed his head against the large dragon's chest. "What needs to happen?"
"Well the most sacred thing to us is our seed. It holds the secrets to life, and who we are. So by receiving it, it would also allow you to change what makes you, you into what makes us, us."
Kyle looked up at Tuuvean and nodded. "I can handle it, as long as it's from you"
"I was hoping you would say that."
Tuuvean moved his hand down in the water to Kyle's member and gently grasped it. He took one taloned finger and ran it on the underside causing Kyle to tense up and moan. His member quickly became erect under this teasing. Tuuvean locked Kyle in another deep kiss as he sped up the pace. "First we have to get your seed out. So mine can take hold."
Kyle started to main and buck into the long scaly hand as a finger slipped deep inside him gently massaging his prostate. Kyle had never had this happen before and as soon as it did, it sent him over the edge. He bucked, moaned and shot the biggest load he ever had into the water.
Tuuvean looked down at his own, now stiff member. He slowly lifted Kyle and gently placed the tip of his ebony cock right on Kyle's hole and slowly let him down onto it. Kyle gasped from the pain and gritted his teeth. "Just relax, it will get better."
Tuuvean shuddered at the amazing pleasure running through his body due to Kyle's tightness. He slowly brought Kyle down the rest of the way, plunging his length into Kyle's depths. Once again Kyle was lifted, and once again impaled his anal ring being stretched. Kyle was just starting to notice how wonderful this felt, the large rock hard cock rubbing back and forth on his prostate. Kyle moaned and arched his back, but was hushed by a kiss from Tuuvean as his long head snaked around. They sat there rocking for minutes on end until finally Tuuvean shot a hot sticky load deep into Kyle.
They both just sat there for awhile, basking in the after glow, until Kyle noticed his stomach started to feel a bit strange. He let out a muffled grunt as a pain slowly descended into his body. Tuuvean noticed this and picked up Kyle and laid him down on the ground beside the pool. Kyle curled into a ball and laid on his side as the pain got worse and then faded, Kyle sat up and looked at himself, eagerness for his new body, but realized nothing had changed. He looked over at Tuuvean puzzled. Suddenly there was a sickening crack. Kyle's vision faded from the extreme pain for a second, he then looked at his legs, the pain overwhelming. His bones kept rearranging themselves by breaking and moving, Kyle laid back screamed and convulsed, with Tuuvean right there holding his hand.
Kyle's legs had been completely transformed. His heel and ankles had moved up making his legs become more bestial. His toes had molded together to make three along with large black talons. Kyle started to convulse again, his voice now lost, at a quickly forming tail. His tailbone had stretched out all his skin and small spines were slowly protruding from his skin along his tail and spinal cord. Each one broke the skin, causing blood to spurt from his back.
The tail was now reaching an impressive length of five feet with small spines protruding all the way to the end. The tip was a large blade shaped spine, larger than all the rest. On Kyle's back his shoulder blades began rapidly expanding, starching, breaking and rearranging. Small tips protruded from his skin and began to rapidly fill out into wings, stretching out, becoming longer, and a thick mucus that covered it began to form into a thin membrane.
Kyle's chest began to puff out his ribcage expanding and his organs growing. His neck began to stretch out, and his head felt as though a vice grip was tightening over it, changing the shape. Even in his mouth, new sharper teeth were forming pushing out all his old ones and becoming much sharper. Kyle's ears quickly shrank to nothing, and small protrusions came out of his cheekbones.
Finally the pain seemed to stop and Kyle was just strong enough to roll over and throw up.
Tuuvean looked at Kyle and chuckled lovingly. "Do not worry the worst part is over. The rest is actually quite enjoyable."
Kyle stood up, wobbly, however due to his new legs. When he stood all the way up, Tuuvean started laughing. "What, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, you just look funny, completely human outside on a dragon skeletal system." He chuckled some more. "Don't worry, the rest will develop soon."
Before he had even finished he sentence however, Kyle noticed a small rippling sensation under his skin. Muscles were slowly forming al over, especially on his cock. As they grew it felt like a massage and his member slowly started to grow. It grew and grew, Kyle was amazed by how much bigger it was getting than it was originally. Where as it used to only get around to six inches, it was now up to thirteen. He felt down and touched it, and a shock of pleasure ran through him, just like the very first time he ever explored himself. He proceeded to his balls and gasped, not only were they more sensitive, they were about the size of an orange.
While he was doing this the rest of his body was growing, muscles starting to bulge in places he never knew existed. His pecks filled out nicely, small lines forming around the sinew. His arms filled out and he touched them, they were hard as rocks and HUGE! His legs also filled out like a really powerful runner. Muscles moved up his back attaching themselves to his newly grown wings. After admiring himself he moved back to his new balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. It felt so good! He had to get off, he felt like he was going to explode. He started to stroke his member, but Tuuvean stopped him.
"You're not done yet."
"There's so much pressure." Klye moaned.
"And there will be plenty of time for that later. Look"
Kyle looked and once again something was happening. Jet black scales were quickly traveling up his legs. They began to cover his entire body, until his newly shaped head was covered. They then started to change the spines up his back black as well, but they were tipped with a dark green.
Kyle admired himself some more when suddenly he felt something warm and wet engulf his still rock hard cock. Tuuvean was quickly slurping at it, his tongue tracing over the sensitive head while the sides of his sharp teeth massaged the base of the cock. Tuuvean's hand grabbed the balls and slowly started to roll them around while suckling. Kyle was Moaning in complete ecstasy and it didn't take long for the already exited dragon to shoot his load. It came harder and longer than ever before and felt twice as good. Tuuvean slurped up as much as he could but some still managed to slip out of his maw and onto the floor and on his feet.
They slowly retreated back to the water and locking themselves in a deep passionate kiss.
Authors notes
Ok so I know there was not too much yiff in this one, but there will be a sequel, with more yiff, and maybe more after that, if I get more ideas.
This is only my second story, but I still hope that you enjoyed it. As you can all see my writing is not perfect. Which is why I have people proof it, however this time my proofreader was really busy so i tried it myself. I right my storys on a private wiki so if anyone would like to join, write storys and have them proofread, contact CryptoQuick.
Also please post your thoughts. it doesnt really take all that long, and it really helps. If you really dont want to do that, you can always email me or IM me (kamekazibanshee) | The Power of silence. by Serpent_Lord | [
"Anal",
"Dragon",
"Human",
"M/M",
"Oral",
"Transformation"
] |
I wasn't expecting to do a follow up for the rather short story I'd wrote a few days ago, but at the urging of my own creativity and a few appreciative readers I decided to give it a shot. I'm fairly happy with how I write, but I know I can get better, especially with regards to the sexual part of my stories. As always, any criticism is welcome, good or bad. I won't go off and delete my scribblings like a cry baby because of a few harsh words, especially if they're deserved.
As always, don't read this if you aren't into the whole 'furry sex' dealy or of legal age for your given territory. The characters belong to me, but copyrighted names and products belong to their respective owners. Enjoy.
"Yeah, yeah ma- I know we were gonna go out tonight but one of the guys asked me to help him with his homework. What? What guy?" Eric paused, head tilting to the left. 'Sue' He thought. 'Gonna head home with the school boy slut and cum on his-' "Garry." He blurted out. "Yeah ma, he's from the team. Look- I gotta go. Yeah ma, I love you too. Bye."
A drop of water smacked him on the nose just after he stuck his phone into the kneepad pocket of his tights. The clouds that had been lurking in the distance during practice were now looming ominously above, threatening to open up at any moment. Though there were hours of sunlight left, the dark, billowing shroud above let almost none of it through. Those that hadn't felt the rain drops of the coming storm almost certainly sensed it in one way or another. It could be felt in the increasingly insistent wind or smelled in the air, he could even taste it on the tip of his tongue with every breath he took.
All in all the clouded sky was a fitting background for the turmoil he felt inside of him. In one day he'd found out his girl was a whore, how much he actually cared about her, and... That he swung both ways. He'd fucked a boy- But not just any boy, he fucked Sue. Sue, the school boy-girl, Sue, the single most flamboyant, ragingly homosexual person he'd ever laid eyes on. If he'd been caught in the act, well, Eric would have been both a laughing stock and a social pariah by the last bell. No number of beatings could have stopped those rumors from spreading, not even with an ass kicking machine.
Yet here he was, standing by the curb in his football uniform, smelling like sex, sweat and cigarette smoke waiting for Sue. Any minute now he'd be pulling up in his car to pick Eric up. He wasn't standing right out in front of the school or anything, but there were still people around him... Lots of people, getting into buses, into cars, walking out across the parking lot. The one good thing was that most of them were all focused on getting the hell away from the school, or trying to find shelter from the rainstorm barreling down on them.
In the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder why he was willing to risk getting caught with Sue, or why he was so eager to head home with the boy. Maybe he was trying to forget what he felt when he saw his girl on her knees for another guy. Maybe he felt nothing at all, and was trying to fill the void with the first warm thing to come along. A cheery 'Honk honk' snapped him out of his mental wandering, his amber eyes focusing on the shiny blue Honda Civic that had abruptly appeared at the curbside in front of him. 'At least it's not a Prius' Eric thought.
A tinted window slid down and Sue leant over, looking way up at the black wolf. Sue had taken the time to clean himself up in the half hour they'd been apart, just after Eric's knot finally subsided, and just before school ended. He'd redone his smudged makeup, beaten his hair back to perfection, and covered his torn blouse with a long grey jacket. Still, someone with a keen sense of smell or someone that just paid attention to their surroundings could easily pick up on the scent of wolf musk and cum coming off him. No quick spritz of perfume would be enough to cover that up. Eric was just lucky that most of the sports players smelled of musk and hormones when they walked off the field- No one batted an eye at him.
"Getting in?" Eric opened the door and plopped into the passenger seat, nearly whacking his head on the side of the roof. Somewhere in the back of his head, he began to wonder once more. Did anyone see? Did anyone recognize his jersey, or Sue's car, or look over at them at just the right time to see him get in? He was tense at first, but the tinted windows and his own growing sense of... Distance from himself, of numbness, did much to still his mind. They were but one car in a procession of many, a long line of buses, vans and sedans that stretched from one end of the parking lot to the next. Even if someone saw, even if they were trying to pick them out of the crowd, it'd be tough.
Sue must have picked up on the distance in his eyes or the shuffle in his step, because he didn't try to provoke a conversation. He concentrated on the road, which was growing hard to see behind a thickening curtain of rain. It started to pour before they'd even made it out of the parking lot, sending predators and prey alike scurrying in all directions behind them. Eric's eyes focused on the wipers slapping back and fourth across the windshield, their hypnotic motion and rhythmatic sound playing the part of music to soothe his savage beast. In a few short hours he'd swung through rage, denial, sadness, lust, and... For a brief time after their bathroom tryst, peace. Satisfaction. Calm. It wasn't just the afterglow, no... Was it the warmth of Sue's body sitting back in his lap? Had it been his small, drifting paws, wandering so affectionately across his body? 'You're going with him because you want to feel that again' A voice whispered in his mind.
It was maybe a ten or fifteen minute drive through the city and into the suburbs, but Eric wasn't really paying attention to the time. It was as though the car was a little bubble, a sanctuary from time, space, and the thundering skies outside. If he'd been his normal self, he might have commented on the almost freakishly clean interior of the car, or the guard house they had to stop at before entering Sue's neighborhood. As it was, he didn't say one word as they passed row after row of ticky tackey white houses that all looked just the same. Eric was almost sad when the car turned into a driveway and pulled into a garage, the door of which was opened and closed via a clicker above Sue's visor. The end of their journey also meant the end of his mental sanctuary.
"C'mon." Sue nudged him in the short ribs, spurring Eric to climb out of the car. The garage was just as clean and tidy as the interior of Sue's car, devoid of oil stains, old fishing poles or a single pile of junk. Everything was seemingly hidden away in rows Rubbermaid boxes stacked on metal shelves, all blue, all labeled with a strip of painter's tape and a sharpie. It had the aura of a place that was never worked in, and never changed. Sue walked around the hood of the car and grabbed one of his hands, tugging him towards a door that led into the house. "Lets go before my parents get home, alright? Just because they know I'm gay doesn't mean I want them smelling me like this."
"You're gay?" Eric feebly joked, mumbling the words. Sue didn't even look back when he flipped Eric off, leading the wolf through a spacious kitchen, dining room and living room all as spotless and orderly as the garage. Aside from their scents, even the air itself was sanitized, smelling faintly of Lysol and the sickly sweet odor of chemicals imitating flowers. Up a flight of stairs they went, past a polished banister and fogged glass light fixtures. They didn't go far down the upstairs hallway before Sue shoved open a door, pulling Eric into what the wolf guessed was his bedroom. It had white walls like the rest of the house, lacking for color or decoration but for a single poster that caught the wolf's attention. Eric turned and openly stared at a large picture which consumed a long stretch of wall near Sue's bed. It bore a gruesome drawing of a pig's head in black and red, perched on the tip of a spear. Some form of solid black flowers and vines sprouted from it's brow and ears.
"What the fuck?" Those were the only words he could think of. In the pristine suburban home, with it's vacuumed floors and spotless interior, the last thing he expected to find was a gigantic, gory picture. If the wolf even dreamt of putting such a thing up in his room, his parents would have him to the shrink faster than you could say 'Columbine'.
"It's a pig's head." Sue said, as if it were a perfectly natural thing to have on his wall. Maybe for him, it was.
"Why?" Eric asked, glancing between the rabbit and his poster. "Why... A pig's head?"
"It's a rasterbation of a book cover- Lord of the Flies, one of my favorites. I'm kinda big into reading." Sue waved a paw, gesturing at three nearly full bookshelves lining the opposite wall, right beside his computer desk. Sue let his hand go and started to walk away, his jacket and blouse slipping off his slender white shoulders and onto the floor. "You gonna stare at my picture all day, or you gonna come take a bath with me?" Sue asked, smirking over his shoulder at him. Eric gave one parting glance at the picture and turned to follow, stripping his clothes off as he went. He was wearing nothing but his stained jockstrap when he stopped behind Sue, watching the rabbit before him, bent over and messing with the tub's valves. The way Sue's red lace panties stretched, arching beautifully across the rounded curves of his eye catching hips... He'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart beat short. Whether it was Sue himself or the lust the rabbit coaxed out of him, the numb shell around his mind was rapidly cracking.
"You get in first, I'll- " Eric snatched Sue up into his burly arms the second the rabbit stood up, sweeping him right off his feet. Sue yelped in surprise and grabbed handfuls of the fur on his chest, clinging for dear life and laughing as Eric stepped into the filling tub and splashed down into the steamy water. "You're supposed to take your underwear off first!" Sue half-heartedly protested. A second later he was curling on his side against Eric's chest, nuzzling under the wolf's jaw. Their hands absentmindedly wandered over each other's bodies as the water rose around them, threatening to spill over the edge by the time Sue managed to fumble the knobs shut with his feet. "Can I ask you something?" Sue asked, rolling over onto his belly to look Eric in the eyes, nose to nose with the wolf. "Why'd you... Why are you here with me?"
Eric sat up a little, using the curved, sloping back of the tub to brace himself against. His face was blank as his mind as he stared back into Sue's pretty blue eyes, as peaceful as the tranquil water surrounding them. He grasped for an answer, rooting blindly through his mind, but came up empty.
"I don't know. I... I'm feeling kinda weird." Sue smiled a little, leaning up with his hands on the wolf's chest for a better look at his face.
"Kinda queer, you mean?" Eric smirked just a tiny bit, shaking his head. "If you don't wanna talk about it, I get it, I was just-"
"I caught my girlfriend cheating on me." Sue winced like he was slapped. It was odd to see such a cute face screwed up in such in ugly expression, like watching a porcelain doll grimace.
"Jesus, I'm, I'm sorry." Eric looked away at the tiled wall beside him. Sue's paw tugged at the side of his muzzle, coaxing his gaze back on the rabbit's face. "It's not your fault. You're strong, handsome and sweet, and if that bitch didn't know what she had then fuck her! She doesn't deserve you."
"She's not a bitch." Sue opened his mouth to unleash another torrent of insults, but Eric spoke first. "She's a cock magnet." Sue broke out in laughter and Eric followed, laughing loud enough to temporarily blot out the thunder booming above them. The lights in the bathroom dimmed, flashing on and off for a brief second as a particularly loud thunderclap cut their laughter short. After an exchange of worried glances, the two boys reluctantly climbed out of the tub. They left a trail of water behind them that led all the way to Sue's bed, and ended with two pairs of soaking wet underwear. Eric laid back on the large bed, a limb spread out in every direction and his eyes all but closed. He didn't know how big it was, but from what little he knew of Sue, he was guessing it was a queen.
"God." Sue murmured as slid his body over Eric's once more, sitting on his knees with his rump straddling Eric's lower thighs. "You're so beautiful." Sue murmured, his hands tracing up the wolf's stomach. His claws took their sweet time wandering upwards, dipping into every little valley of muscle they found on their way up to his torso. Eric snorted at the rabbit's words, holding back a laugh. "What?" Sue asked, tearing his eyes away from Eric's body to look the wolf in the eye.
"Beautiful ain't really the word I'd use, it's more for people like you than people like me." Sue blushed, averting his eyes to wolf's navel. "You're prettier than at least half the girls in school, and if you were on the cheerleading squad, I know I wouldn't lose a single game." The rabbit's budding smile was accompanied by a girlish giggle.
"I wouldn't have guessed that a guy like you would be so... So sweet." Eric reached up to take Sue's shoulders in his paws, gingerly drawing the rabbit down across his body until their lips met. They both looked into each other's eyes as their tongues edged forward, cautiously brushing against one another. Eric felt Sue's dainty fingers squeezing at his upper arms as they wound their tongues deeper into one another's muzzles, driven less by lust, and more by a warm, mutual affection. There was no rush for pleasure. There was no sprinting to the finish line, no cut to the chase for fear of being caught. They could take their time in appreciating the simple pleasure of having a body pressed close, and in the joy that just a kiss could bring. Every second Eric spent with his tongue in Sue's mouth left him wanting another two, and every time their eyes met, he wanted it to just last forever. "Eric?" Sue whispered when their lips drifted apart, both of them panting for air and sharing one another's breath.
"Yeah?" The wolf asked, running one hand through the rabbit's blonde locks. Sue bit his lip and looked away, the ivory color of his buck teeth clashing wonderfully with the ruby red of his lips. Eric wouldn't have guessed that the boy that was screaming for his knot just an hour or so ago could be so timid, so shy, so... Cute.
"I want you... I want you to, to- "
"Fuck you?" Sue laughed and put his hand over his eyes, unable to look at Eric as he tried to form the words.
"No! I mean, yes! I mean- Shit! I- I want you... I want you to lay me down on my back, so... So I can see your face this time." Sue cracked his fingers open, his big blue eyes peering out hopefully at Eric. Eric grabbed him by the wrist to tug his hand away from his face, leant up and drove his tongue so far back in Sue's mouth that the rabbit nearly choked. Sue all but melted against his big black puppy dog, his body folding in like a house of cards. Eric held Sue around the shoulders, rolling the rabbit onto his back with not one ounce of hurry in his motions. With their bodies so close together, Eric could swear he felt Sue's heart pounding against his chest, as surely as his own was beating ever faster.
By the time he'd gotten Sue on his back, the wolf's erection was digging at his belly like bone begging to be buried. There was something about Sue that got his blood boiling on a primal level, something that sent sparks flying when their lips touched. Maybe it was just how damn gorgeous he was, or maybe it was a sense of the forbidden, but whatever it was, Eric wanted all that Sue was willing to give.
"B-Be gentle." Sue pleaded as Eric pushed his thighs apart one by one, exposing a little pink pucker to his hungry eyes. His legs folded around Eric's waist, joining together in a white x that all but promised to never let him go. Eric found his mouth going dry as he took his dick in his hand and pointed it between Sue's cheeks, aiming the oozing head right at Sue's star. 'Just do it.' His mind and body demanded, even as he hesitated. 'Just put it in! It was good the first time!' He looked up at Sue, who was looking right back at him, wriggling in place, unable to sit still as he watched the wolf positioning himself at his backdoor. Sue's hands lifted together, placing themselves on either side of his face, his fingers tangling in the wolf's short, black hair. "Do it." He murmured, echoing the voices in Eric's head.
Eric closed his eyes, drew a short breath and leant his whole body forward to fall over Sue's. A growl welled up from somewhere deep within him as felt Sue's tight ring of flesh slowly yielding to him, letting him ease the first of eleven inches into body. The dusky length of his dick was just as dark as the rest of his body, and at the widest point of his knot, the wolf could have been a pinch wider than a soda can. It wasn't easy for Sue to take him, but the fact that he'd been tied earlier, and the fact that there was still gobs of cum left inside him to ease Eric's cock along did a whole lot to help. Eric never felt anything like it before- As slow as it was, it was wholly different than the last go around. He could feel it every time Sue took in a sharp breath, every time he clenched down around his dick, even in the slightest way. It was like warm, wet velvet was wrapped around his dick tighter than a condom two sizes too small and he was loving every second.
It was rough, real rough trying to push in the last few inches, even on Eric. Sue's body became one big vice crushing down on his dick, all the while the rabbit was yanking at his hair. Eric had to grab him by the wrists and pin them to the bed to keep from losing his scalp. The expression on Sue's face was unlike any he'd seen before, not in porn, not in movies, not even on his girl friend's face when they were in the sack. It was unable to rest, as if it were locked into a permanent state of change, flickering from one expression, one emotion to the next. Pleasure, pain, love, hate, desire and distress. His voice was just as raw and primal as his expressions, wordless and guttural, not unlike a wounded animal but one that drew joy from it's misfortune.
Sue didn't need words to tell Eric what he wanted, what he was really feeling. It was in the sweat that poured off his body, their bodies, in the musk that was filling the room from wall to wall, in the ankles drawing in Eric's body. More- He wanted more, they both did, not just more- Everything, every last bit of each other's bodies, every last drop of cum, every ounce of energy until there was nothing left. Everything, nothing less would do, and that was what Eric was giving to Sue. Eric's eyes practically rolled back in his head as he felt the last bit of space separating them disappear, vanish, consumed by mutual desire. Feeling his balls resting on a downy, tear drop tail, like a pillow made just for him, feeling Sue's legs drawn around him, feeling the heat pouring out of the rabbit's body and into his own- It made his head spin, and his knot swell.
Eric dragged his dick back a short distance and hesitated before easing himself back in, resisting every instinctual urge that was screaming at him to pound Sue like he did earlier. He was letting Sue's body get to know him, to stretch for him, to get used to the shape of the dick crashing in and gently receding like a wave breaking on the beach. No full on pounding, no using his body as a tool to vent his own rage, no. The difference between then and now was simple, even if Eric didn't see it. Before, he was fucking Sue, but now... Now he was making love to him, he was even afraid of hurting him. Somewhere, sometime without even realizing it, he'd started to care for the rabbit he'd met but a few hours ago.
As Eric's thrusts grew more regular, more demanding, the bed began to creak and groan with every rock of his hips. The protest of the aging springs was drowned out by their ragged pants, their urgent cries, the rain lashing at the bedroom window and the ever more boisterous storm above. It was as if everything around them was growing closer to popping right along with them, as if the world itself was ready to gush with the same elation, the same ecstasy that the young lovers felt within them. It might have been but a few minutes, maybe five at the most since he'd lanced into Sue's body once more but to Eric, it had felt like five hours. Five hours filled with perspiration and gasping, with both feeling life beneath his fingers, and feeling alive himself. The voices that were screaming in his mind to give into instinct were now howling in unison, howling loud and proud like the feral ancestors in his distant past, all but begging for him to join them. Who was he to say no?
The force of his howl alone made Sue cow his ears back behind his head, shielding them from the reverberations bouncing off the walls. Sue barely had the energy left to join him with a shrill mimicry of his lover's cry, his alpha's howl. For the second time that day, Eric's slammed his hips into Sue over and over again like a wild beast until his knot forced it's way into his pucker and locked them both together. He could feel Sue's muscles drawing shut around him in response, as if they were trying to keep it out but were a few seconds too late. Every time Sue's body tried to force him back, his hips jerked to root him that much more, his body doing everything it could to get that next shot of cum further in than the last.
With the last bit of strength left in his dwindling reserves, and the last bit of thought left in his rapidly emptying mind, Eric rolled over on his back like a hound without any fight left in him. All he could do was lay there, lay there and breathe, lay there and stare at the exhausted, beautiful face looking down at him. Once more tied together, once more bound by the fruit of their lust, the two weakened, weary but altogether happy lovers gradually fell to sleep without a single word between them. There would be time for talking in the morning, but for now, for them, there was only time for peace. | White Rabbit by Bevan | [
"Anal",
"Crossdressing",
"Cuddling",
"Knot",
"M/M",
"Missionary",
"Rabbit",
"Tie",
"Wolf"
] |
*Hope you enjoy the story. Thank you MindsMirror for your inspiration. All parties involved in sex are above the age of 18. Chapter 1 is slow to build and leads to the back story of Chapter 2. It took over 13 months for me to complete this one.
A big thanks to Todger65 for editing.*
How New York City Changed US.
Chapter 1: On Vacation with Mom and Little sister.
"I can't believe you two have been gone for over two years without me seeing you. I missed you kids." Teresa said to her twin children Justin and Zoe as they came out of the terminal at the airport in Nashville, Tennessee. They had been off to Columbia University for the last two years studying hard to earn their degrees. Zoe was going for her Law Degree while Justin was going to be an Accountant.
"I missed you too mom, you have no idea how much." Zoe said as she hugged her mother.
"Hey mom, nice to see you as well." Justin said to her.
"I missed both of you. Are you ready to go on a family vacation? Zoe, I love your hair, it's all frizzled out." She asked them.
"Yep, I've changed some things and my hair is one of them. I've also missed Lizzy." Zoe said to her mother.
"She has missed the both of you too. I have to pick her up in forty-five minutes as her soccer practice will be over." They walked to the SUV from the main entrance of the Airport.
"So, what have you two been up to? Do you like New York City?" Teresa asked them as she started the car.
"Yeah, New York City is never asleep. You can always find a party and I've met so many people up there, but I've always had my big brother with me." Zoe said and looked at Justin as her mother began to leave the parking lot.
"So, how are your classes coming along?" She asked.
"They are going great. I have a 3.89 GPA while my big brother here has a 3.88 GPA." Zoe said teasing her brother as she has him beat by just one decimal point.
"Well, just as long as you're both making good grades and getting a good Ivy League education. Your father would have been proud of you both." Teresa said thinking about Michael. Their father was killed in a plane crash four years ago while flying to a corporate conference in South Korea for his company. She was devastated by his death as it left her with Elizabeth who just turned six, ten days prior to his death.
"How is Lizzy?" Justin asked.
"She's doing ok. Her soccer skills are really good and her grades are all A's. She has been looking forward to both of you coming along to Disney World." Teresa said to them as she drove them to the soccer practice field next to the school.
"Well, we've been looking forward to coming home and seeing you both." Justin said as their mother made a left turn and on to the interstate.
A few minutes later she pulled in the parking lot of the school soccer field and turned around to look at Justin and Zoe. "We're here!"
They each got out and went towards the field as they saw the team practicing and Lizzy was running down the field with the ball. She kicked the ball to a teammate who was further down the field. The other player kicked the ball into the net scoring a goal. The coach then blew the whistle and the team came over to huddle up. A few moments later and the team broke the huddle and Lizzy came running towards them.
"Mom! ZOE!! Justin!!" She said ecstatic to their presence.
"Hey Lizzy!" Zoe said as she came running and hugged her.
"Hey Zoe! Welcome home." Lizzy said. "Hi Justin!" She added as she broke the hug with Zoe and hugged Justin.
Justin rode in the front while Zoe and Lizzy talked about school, soccer and other things while their mother drove to the house. Zoe told Lizzy much about New York City.
Fifteen minutes later Zoe and Justin arrived at home seeing the two story home hadn't changed at all in the last two years. They went inside rolling their suitcases behind them. Justin went in first and waited for Zoe.
"I'll take your suitcase." Justin said as Zoe stopped inside the door.
"Thanks!" Zoe said brushing a patch of hair behind her ear as she looked at Justin.
Justin turned around and took her suitcase as well as his up the stairs and disappeared. Zoe looked to the kitchen and went towards it. She got to the fridge and opened it and saw a bottle of water. She grabbed it and closed the door to be scared by Lizzy who said, "BOO!"
"Jesus Lizzy!" Zoe said while Lizzy was laughing.
"Kids come in here please!" Zoe and Lizzy heard their mother say. They both walked into the living room just as Justin came down the stairs. Zoe sat on the left side of the couch with Lizzy while Justin sat in the chair opposite of their mother.
"Kids, we're going to leave at 5am in the morning. I'll drive all the way to Valdosta, Georgia and then let one of you drive." Teresa said to her children.
"I guess I could drive mom." Justin said.
"Well thank you Justin." Teresa replied. "I ordered pizza for dinner, Ham and pineapple and Pepperoni and Mushrooms for me."
Later that night, Zoe was in Lizzy's room talking about New York City.
"I kind of like the Big Apple! When we're not working on homework or studying, Justin and I usually go out to Central Park or Morningside Park and walk, talk and look at the various things around us. There are so many things for people to do there and you never know who you'll meet." Zoe said to Lizzy who was under the covers.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Lizzy asked.
Zoe though for a moment before answering, "Sort of, he and I have a delicate relationship."
"Does Justin like him?" Lizzy asked.
"Yeah, he does!" Zoe replied, "Anyway, you have your eyes on any boy at school?" She asked.
"No, I'm ten!" Lizzy replied.
"Yeah Yeah! I know Lizzy! But just remember this, 'Books before boys because boys bring babies!'" Zoe said to Lizzy.
"What's that mean?" Lizzy asked.
"It means to make sure that you focus on your schooling and graduate before you think about being with a boy. You wanna be able to provide for your children as they grow just like mom and dad have." Zoe said.
"Thanks Zoe! I love you and I have missed you the last two years." Lizzy replied.
"I know! I'm going to spend as much time with you as I can while we're down at Disney World. Now get some sleep so we can ride and talk tomorrow." Zoe said and kissed Lizzy on the forehead and turned out the lights as she left the room closing her door.
Zoe walked down the hall to her room and turned into it to see Justin sitting on the bed reading a book. She was surprised but closed the door. "Hey! What are you doing in here?" She asked.
"Waiting for you." He said and stood up and walked towards her. He stepped into her and hugged her gently taking in her smell. He pulled back and looked at Zoe in the eyes. He inched forwarded until his lips came into contact with hers. She kissed him back passionately yet quietly. They stayed connected for a mere minute before breaking apart.
"Justin, I love you!" Zoe said and pushed her head into his neck and shoulder. She held him silent for a mere moment before she released him and stood back. "You need to go get in bed as we're all getting up early in the morning."
"I love you Zoe! Good night!" Justin said to her as he turned and opened her bedroom door and slowly closed it behind him.
Zoe turned around and looked at her bed which lay pretty much the way she left it two years before now. She looked at the vertical mirror seeing herself in it. She looked at her auburn colored hair that was long enough to reach the tip of her shoulders. She moved her hands down and pulled at her shirt and slowly pulling it over her head leaving her clad in a dark red bra that kept her boobs pushed up. Zoe reached behind herself and unclasped the bra letting it fall away. She looked at her 36C breasts seeing the half inch saucers around her perky nipples. She moved her hands up and cupped them feeling how firm they were.
She moved her hands lower and felt the hardness of her blue jeans wrapped around her thin frame. She undid the button and pushed them down letting the zipper slowly unzip itself as she pushed. She pushed until they fell down, no longer supported by her hips and thighs. She stood there seeing herself in the light blue boy shorts that she was wearing. She spread her legs and kicked the jeans off one leg at a time. She looked at the mirror seeing her legs before she turned and looked at her bag. She then grabbed a shirt out and put it on before lying on the bed.
Zoe looked at her phone and swiped the password on the screen allowing it to bring it to the home screen. She pulled up the messenger app and looked at the last one received which was from Justin.
'I love you Zoe, good night and sweet dreams.' Justin sent to her all of ten minutes ago.
'I love you, tomorrow we can be together. Good night!' Zoe replied.
Zoe lay in the bed looking at her phone and seeing the picture of herself and Justin taken at a bar on Broadway near SoHo. She looked at the smiles on both their faces and then moved to the next picture showing both of them in a beautiful kiss with each other just a few weeks ago. She turned the phone off and laid it upon the nightstand next to her bed and pulled the covers up covering everything minus her head. Slowly, Zoe drifted off to sleep hoping for a good vacation.
Zoe awoke to the sun beaming in her eyes as the car traveled down the interstate. She guessed that they must be in Atlanta from the skyline showing several tall buildings.
"Where are we?" Zoe asked.
"Atlanta, you slept like a log." Lizzy replied as she was looking out the window to the tall buildings in front of them.
"Can we stop in a bit, I need to pee." Zoe said out loud.
"Just as soon as we get clear of Atlanta and then we can stop to eat." Teresa said to her children as she drove with traffic on both sides being a Wednesday morning.
"Okay, just not to long please." Zoe replied as she looked over to Justin who was still asleep.
An hour later Teresa pulled the Chevy Traverse into the parking lot of a gas station, next to a diner in the City of Forsyth, which was just off of I-75. Zoe shook Justin to wake him up.
"Where are we?" Justin asked sitting next to Zoe.
"We're in a city called Forsyth. Get up and get moving, go pee and then meet us inside the diner." Zoe said and opened the door to the left passenger side and stepped out. She walked with Lizzy to the door of the diner and disappeared inside.
Zoe used the bathroom and waited for Lizzy to finish. She brushed her hair with a small comb that she had in her purse. A minute later Lizzy came out of the stall and washed her hands. They then walked out of the bathroom and ran into their mom and Justin waiting to be seated.
"Bout time you two." Justin said to them.
"Right this way folks." The female hostess said to them. They followed her in and to a booth. Justin sat with his mom while Lizzy went in first with Zoe sitting on the outside.
They all sat looking at the menu's pondering what they were going to eat. Zoe decided instantly upon a waffle, two eggs over easy and two sausage patties with a cup of orange juice. She looked over at Lizzy seeing her still looking at the menu, "You need help deciding?" Zoe asked.
"No, I know what I want. Hash browns, bacon and eggs." Lizzy said closing the menu which earned a giggle from their mother.
"You are so headstrong Lizzy." Teresa said them and added, "I guess I'll have some eggs and bacon with raisin toast."
"I guess I'll have a waffle, eggs, bacon and sausage." Justin added.
"When are you going to start eating healthy? I've told you many of times about what that will do to your cholesterol..." Zoe said feeling somewhat annoyed and caught the attention of their mother.
"Are you two okay?" Teresa asked them.
"Yeah mom, we're good. Zoe has been after me to change my eating habits." Justin replied looking at Zoe just as the waitress came to take their orders. They ordered one by one until finally she had written everything down. Zoe watched as the waitress walked away swaying her hips as she went.
"So, the resort we're staying at is close the Epcot Center which has a lot of attractions and things for all of us to do." Teresa said to her children who all looked sleepy considering they were awoken at 4am. "Justin do you feel like driving when we leave?" She asked feeling tired herself.
"Yeah, I can mom." Justin replied as he saw a large convoy of Police cars pull into the diner parking lot. He looked closer and saw that all of them were Georgia State Troopers. He looked oddly at them and saw them starting to walk towards the diner. One by one, each trooper walked in with family members. All in all, about eighty people entered the diner which caught the attention of everyone as their waitress came back with drinks.
"Good thing you guys made it in before they did. Every year around this time, they have a class graduate from the Georgia Public Safety Training Center. Looks like about thirty of them made it this year." The waitress said as she put straws on the table. "Your orders should be done in just a few minutes." She added.
"Thank you." Zoe said and took a straw off the table. Zoe pulled out her phone and unlocked it by putting in her code. She pulled up her photo gallery and started showing Lizzy photos that she had taken of New York City. "Lizzy, this is the Empire State Building. This is the Chrysler Building, The New World Trade Center and here are pictures of Times Square." Zoe said continuing to show her photos. She kept scrolling through them and swiped showing a picture of Zoe and Justin kissing at Times Square on New Year's Eve. The photo showed them in a passionate embrace taken by a friend. Lizzy looked at Zoe and then to Justin but didn't say anything as the waitress came out with a tray carrying their food as Zoe put her phone back into her purse. Zoe looked at Lizzy who remained quiet while the waitress was putting food on the table.
They all ate their food while looking around the room hearing laughter from various tables coming from the Troopers who were with their families celebrating the graduation. Zoe looked up from her plate at Justin who was finishing his plate. She then looked at their mother who was also finished eating. They waited on Lizzy to finish eating.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" Asked the waitress as she came to collect their plates and leave the bill.
"Um, I think we're good." Teresa said to her and then she walked away. Teresa took the bill and looked at it. She then took out cash and laid the money with the bill and waited for her to come back by. She did and grabbed the bill and the money. "You can keep the change my dear, thank you for your excellent service."
They left the diner after using the restrooms with Justin getting in the driver seat and their mother in the front passenger seat. Zoe got in behind Justin with Lizzy to her right. They all settled into the car as Justin began to leave the diner; they looked at the line of patrol cars in the parking lot. Justin turned out of the diner and a minute later was driving on the I-75 heading south. Lizzy tapped Zoe on her shoulder.
"Can we talk?" Lizzy asked.
Zoe pulled out her phone and started texting. A few seconds later Lizzy received a text.
Text. 'I know you're wondering what that picture means, right?'
Lizzy started to text. 'Yes, that kiss! What is going on?'
'It's complicated. I will tell you but you can't say anything to mom.'
'Ok!' Lizzy replied and looked at Zoe.
'Justin and I are more than brother and sister. We love each other very much. In fact, we wanna stay together after we finish college at Columbia.' Zoe replied and looked at Lizzy with a tear running out of her left eye.
'I promise not to say anything. I love you both very much Zoe.' Lizzy replied and moved her hand to Zoe's hand still holding the phone.
"Thanks!" Zoe said which made their mother turn around and look at them.
"Are you okay Zoe?" Teresa asked.
Zoe wiped away the tear and looked at her mother. "Yeah, I'm good." She then looked to the mirror and saw that Justin was also looking at them. Zoe then looked out the window watching as the concrete passed beneath them.
Justin pulled the car into the resort parking lot, which was just a mere mile from the Epcot Center which was a main hub of Disney World. He parked the car and they all stepped out stretching as it had been three hours since they stopped at a rest stop near the Florida-Georgia line.
"Okay kids, I'm going to go check us in." Teresa said and walked to the entrance.
Justin turned to Zoe looking at her. He walked up to her and brushed her hair in front of Lizzy. "Hey, we're here!"
"Lizzy, welcome to Disney World! I hope we all have a good time together." Zoe said looking at her with Justin beside her. From where they were standing, they could see a large sphere and several buildings. Justin pulled out his phone and started snapping shots of Zoe and Lizzy standing there and then turned it and took a selfie.
A few minutes later their mother came out shaking her head. She walked over to them and saw them leaning against the car waiting. "Well, good news we can go ahead and go to our room. Bad news is that they over booked the resort and only have one room available." Teresa said watching as Zoe instantly closed her eyes and started counting away trying to keep herself from getting upset. "I was able to upgrade our one room to a double queen for free and they will refund me the price of the second room plus twenty percent of our week's pass and the room has a kitchen." She added trying to put a little positive spin on the situation.
"Well darn, I guess we will all spend a lot of quality time with one another." Zoe said looking at Lizzy and Justin next to her.
They all jumped into the car and went over to the building where their room was. The resort they were at had it broken down into different areas and named them after Caribbean Islands. The one they were staying in was called Aruba. After their mother parked the car, Justin unloaded the SUV one luggage bag at a time. They all walked up to the building and went to the room which was facing the artificial beach.
Teresa opened the door and saw the room which was very large having a couch near the front with a TV mounted to the wall, a small kitchen with a table, then the bathroom followed by the two queen beds which were about eight feet apart.
"Wow, this place is large." Zoe said following her mother in to the room with Lizzy and Justin behind her.
"It sure is." Lizzy added.
Zoe rolled her suitcase to one of the beds with Justin right behind her. "Dibs on the left!" Zoe said and jumped into the bed and smiled at Justin as he went to the right side.
"Ok, you can have the left." Justin said as he gently sat on the bed as Lizzy and their mother went to the other bed which was closer to the bathroom.
Zoe got up and went towards the kitchen area. She looked out the small window that was above the sink which looked out onto a patio area. "Mom, thank you for the trip. It's beautiful here and warm." Zoe said.
"You're welcome kids." Teresa said, "I only wish your father could have been here with us." She added which made Zoe turn around.
"Me too mom." Zoe replied and looked at Justin and Lizzy.
Zoe lay on a lounge chair near the artificial beach that was a part of their resort with her mother right beside her while Lizzy was swimming a little ways out in the water. Zoe had her blue bikini on which earned a few looks from men who were lounging with their families. Her top was thin revealing a lot of her upper body covering just the rounds of her breast while her bottom covered her butt and had a thin strap that connected the front and back to maximize her tan.
"You know your father would be proud of you and Justin for going to Columbia." Teresa said turning her head and looking at Zoe with big sunglasses on.
"I know mom, we both miss him very much." Zoe replied without looking at her mother.
"I've missed having you and Justin around. It has been much quieter around the home with you both gone, in fact I've been thinking about getting a dog." Teresa said nonchalantly.
"A dog would be a good way to keep you busy." Zoe replied, "But what you really need is a good man to really keep you busy!" She added.
"Shut up!" Teresa replied, giggling like a school girl. "Besides, what would you know about a good man?" She asked.
"More than you know mom! More than you know!" Zoe said keeping her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. Teresa looked at her but didn't comment wondering who she had hooked up with as she had never mentioned him in text messages or when they talked on the phone.
Later that evening after eating dinner at a nice buffet not too far from the resort, Zoe was standing in the bathroom looking at herself as she brushed her hair. There was a knock at the door.
"Can I come in?" Justin asked through the door.
"Yeah!" She hollered back. Justin came in to the bathroom and closed the door behind him looking at Zoe.
"Hey!" Justin said coming up behind her. "It's been so hard not touching you all day." He said and with his left hand brushed her hair to the side and moved his head to her neck. He began to kiss on her neck very softly as to not leave a mark that could be seen by someone. "I love you Zoe." He added, "I need to brush my teeth so we can go to bed." He moved his hand around her stomach and pulled her into him for a brief moment before letting her go. He then reached for his toothbrush and tooth paste.
"I love you Justin, I'll see you in the bed." Zoe said before opening the door and closing it back after she left.
As she walked over to the bed, she looked at her mother who was reading a book and Lizzy was already fast asleep. She got to the bed gently lay upon it before falling back and pulling the covers up over her. A few minutes later Justin came out of the bathroom and got in the bed next to Zoe. Their mother closed her book, "Good night kids." She said before turning out the light which was between the two beds. Slowly, Zoe fell asleep holding Justin's left hand underneath the covers.
Teresa awakened the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside the room. She slowly got up going into the bathroom. When she came out she noticed that Zoe was lying on her side with Justin directly behind her with his arm appearing to be wrapped around her beneath the sheets. She smiled as she remembers seeing the exact same thing when they were in Cozumel, Mexico back when they were ten years old. They were both asleep with Justin's head lying in Zoe's hair. It amazed her how friendly they were with one another instead having a sibling rivalry that she had always heard about. She walked into the kitchen area and started the coffee maker.
Thirty minutes later, "Zoe, Justin, Lizzy get up." Teresa said opening the blinds in the front of the room. Lizzy slowly awoken yawning but Zoe and Justin didn't even move.
"Morning mom!" Lizzy said.
"Morning pumpkin." Teresa said as she walked over to their bed and pulled the covers off. She saw Justin's hand up underneath Zoe's shirt and most likely buried between her breasts. "You two wake up!" She added. Justin opened his eyes and realized his hand was in her shirt and slowly pulled it out just as Zoe opened her eyes.
"Sorry!" Justin said softly.
"No problem, good morning." Zoe said turning over and looking at Justin.
"And good morning to both of you." Teresa said which made Zoe look at her. "Coffee is available. We have several events this morning and we need all need to be ready by 9am." She said and turned to go into the bathroom to take her shower. Lizzy went to the fridge and got a plastic bottle of Orange Juice as Zoe and Justin slowly got out of the bed stretching as they moved.
"Hey, sorry about the hand this morning." Justin said apologetically to Zoe.
Zoe looked at Justin and went around to his side of the bed and hugged him tightly, "You never have to be sorry with me ever again, I've told you that." She stood on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.
"Are we going to Magic Kingdom?" Lizzy asked.
"Yep! We sure are, after we eat." Zoe replied feeling a bit hungry.
They each waited for their turn to take a shower with Zoe going last allowing herself a few cups of coffee first. At 9am, they were on their way to the mono-rail to head to Magic Kingdom.
"You seriously had to run me into the wall to pass me?" Justin asked mildly upset as they were had just finished on the Speedway. Justin was riding with their mother while Zoe and Lizzy were in another car with six other racers. They were both running second and third behind another racer when Zoe cut underneath Justin which forced them out of the lane and made him bump into the wall allowing Zoe to take second.
"There's no love in racing Justin!" Zoe said smiling with Lizzy next to her grinning as they had at least bested her mother and older brother.
"Next round I'm driving!" Their mother said, "and Lizzy too." She added while they got back in line to go again.
Justin came up behind Zoe and whispered in her ear, "Are you sure there is no love in racing?" He asked which made her turn around.
"Not in racing, but there always is when you're in a bed!" She whispered back with their mother in front of them. She turned around looking towards the line which was perhaps three races long.
"I'll hold you to that!" Justin said openly not being quiet.
"Hold who to what?" Their mother turned and asked.
"Oh, I just said that we will have another race before we leave this week. One on One." Zoe said while smiling.
Twenty minutes later, Lizzy with Zoe riding shotgun was in the lead with their mother trailing in third with Justin in the side seat. She rounded the last corner and won the race.
"Good job Lizzy!" Zoe said hugging her as they got out of the car. Justin and their mother walked over.
"Well, I guess I got beat. Great race Elizabeth." Teresa said and held her hand out. Lizzy shook her mom's hand.
"Thanks!" Lizzy replied. "Let's go get some Ice Cream."
A few minutes before 7pm Zoe stood looking at herself in the mirror in a black dress that contoured her body down to just above her knees. It was a dress that she had bought a few weeks ago knowing they were coming down to Disney World for vacation. She brushed her hair one last time catching a stray hair. She put the brush down and opened the door to see Justin waiting with Lizzy on the bed while their mother was towards the front of the room by the door.
"Wow! Zoe, you're beautiful in that dress." Justin said and stood up wearing a nice dress shirt and khaki pants. Lizzy stood next to him in a flowery dress.
"Thank you!" Zoe said smiling.
"Finally, you took forever!" Lizzy said.
"That I will agree with!" Teresa added walking over to the table to get her purse. "Alright, let's go eat!" She added.
After a ten minute drive and a five minute wait, they were seated in a nice restaurant in one of the resort's that was closer to Magic Kingdom. They got to the table with Lizzy sitting with their mom and Zoe sitting next to Justin.
"So, we eat and then we go watch the fireworks show." Teresa said while they waited for the waitress.
A few minutes later, their waitress came and took their drink orders. She left them to sit there and wait. Zoe pulled out her phone and took a selfie with Justin beside her. She looked at their mother as she just smiled.
"I was thinking that Lizzy and I could come up to visit in August before Lizzy goes back to school." Teresa said looking at Justin and Zoe.
Zoe looked at Justin for a moment, "Yeah, I think we would like that mom. We could show you the Big Apple." Zoe said smiling.
"Lizzy, have you decided what you want?" Justin asked her as she was sitting across from him.
"I want Lasagna!" Lizzy said back to him.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing." Zoe added.
"Zoe, it scares me some days but Lizzy is just like you." Teresa said just as the waitress came back with their drinks.
"Are you ready to order?" The waitress, Ashley, asked as she sat the drinks down.
"Yes!" Teresa replied. They ordered their food and sat waiting for it to be cooked.
Two hours later, they were sitting on a bench looking at the Cinderella Castle as the fireworks show was just getting underway. The show was longer than normal due to a festival. Justin was sitting next to Zoe with Lizzy and their mother on the other side of her. He looked at Zoe next to him and reached for her hand taking it in his. She looked at him with her eyes glimmering from the shower of fireworks in the sky. He smiled at her before turning and watching the show before them. Zoe smiled as the fireworks continued and reached over for Lizzy's hand and grabbed it. Lizzy looked at her and smiled taking her hand. Lizzy did the same with their mother as the fireworks continued to burst in the sky.
Thirty minutes later, the show was over. They were walking out of the park and towards the car when Zoe had an idea. "Hey mom, um I was thinking that I would walk back to the resort."
"It is nearly four miles!" Teresa replied.
"I was thinking I would take the monorail back to Epcot center!" She said looking to her left which was the Monorail station for Magic Kingdom.
"Yeah, I'll go with her!" Justin added into the conversation as he looked at Zoe.
"Ok, just be careful." Teresa added worried about them.
"Mom, we live in New York City!" Zoe replied.
"Ok come on Lizzy; let's go get some ice cream." Teresa said and walked off to the right with Lizzy beside her.
Zoe turned and looked at Justin who was looking towards their mother and Lizzy. "Are they gone?" She asked.
"I just lost sight of them." Justin said and with that, Zoe wrapped her arms around Justin holding him tightly.
"I've missed being able to hold you like this." Zoe said and kissed his neck softly.
"Let's get moving." Justin replied and they walked hand in hand towards the Monorail with a bunch of people in front of them.
They waited for the next shuttle which took them to the Ticket & Transportation Center which was a hub that had a track that went to the Epcot Center which was near their resort. They looked back at the Cinderella Castle from across the Seven Seas Lagoon while they wait for a Shuttle to Epcot Center.
"At least it's warmer here than it is in New York City." Justin said softly.
"That and I don't have to wear socks when I sleep." Zoe added.
"Yea, I love feeling your feet on mine when we sleep." He replied.
"Justin, I love you so much! You are my other half." Zoe replied just as the shuttle pulled into the center and came to a stop. They waited for the shuttle doors to open and then boarded the shuttle.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the Epcot terminal and departed the shuttle. Zoe went into the bathroom while Justin did the same. Justin waited for Zoe for a few minutes before she came out. Justin was standing next to a photo booth waiting for Zoe.
"Shall we!" Justin said looking at the booth.
"Yeah!" She said and they went towards the booth.
They stayed in there for fifteen minutes letting it take photos of them smiling and goofing off. In a few photos, they kissed with Justin pretending to be disgusted when Zoe kissed his cheek. They left the booth and began their trek around the World Showcase going past the village of Mexico, then Norway, China, and Germany before stopping at Italy to get some ice cream at a cart. They sat on a Bench looking at the Epcot center and the surrounding buildings across the Lagoon.
"Justin," Zoe waited for him to look at her, "Lizzy knows about us."
"What?" Justin asked.
"I was showing her our photos of New York and our New Year's Eve photo came up." Zoe replied. "I explained our relationship to her and she promised not to say anything to mom."
"We'll do it together and will tell her when she comes up to visit in the summer." Justin replied.
"You think we should wait to tell her?" She asked.
"I don't want to lie to her but I don't want her to hate us either." Justin replied after taking a lick from his ice cream cone.
"No matter what, I will always love you." Zoe replied. "Come on, let's walk to the resort." She replied and kissed him on the lips for a mere moment before getting up.
They walked hand in hand down the road that was just off the World Showcase which led to a bridge that connected the Fire Station to the Epcot area. They walked past it and towards their Aruba resort which lay on the other side of the road. As they made it to the tree line, Zoe stopped which made Justin turn around.
"Why are we stopping?" He asked.
"So I can do this." Zoe replied and pulled his head down to meet her lips. She kissed him fiercely pushing her tongue into his mouth. He let go of her hand and slowly moved his hands around her waist feeling her smoothed skin covered by her dress. Zoe moved her hands around his neck feeling the back of his head as they continued to kiss. Suddenly, a pair of headlights shone upon them for a mere moment causing Justin to break the kiss.
"We best not to get caught!" Justin said regretfully to her.
"You're right! We wouldn't wanna get caught." Zoe said reluctantly to Justin.
They continued to walk for a few more minutes until they reached their room. Justin slid his key card in and opened the door. Their mother was lying in the bed reading a book while Lizzy lay asleep next to her. Zoe looked at the clock hanging on the wall which read 12:38am.
"About time you two!" Teresa said to her children as they came walking towards the beds.
"Sorry, we stopped for some fun activities on the way." Zoe replied softly trying not to wake up Lizzy. "I'm going to go change." She added and walked into the bathroom with a shirt and pants that she grabbed from her bag quickly.
A few minutes later she came out and gave Justin a hug, "Good night Justin." She hugged him for a long minute before releasing him. When she released him, he went into the bathroom. Teresa looked at Zoe as she pulled the covers back and proceeded to get in the bed.
"You going to tell me what that was about?" She asked wondering why the long hug.
"Huh? Oh! That was a thank you hug for being the best brother in the world." Zoe responded.
"Really! How is that?" Teresa asked.
"He's always been there for me. Justin will always have a place in my heart." Zoe said as she pulled the covers up over herself.
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"Good night Justin." Teresa said as she turned off the light.
"Good night mom." Justin replied.
The next day, they continued on their family adventure in Disney World going to various shows and activities. Lizzy and Zoe were riding a giant roller coaster while Justin and their mother watched from the crowd.
"Justin, what happened to Zoe in New York that she won't tell me?" Teresa asked.
"What do you mean?" Justin replied.
"She seems so much different than before you guys left. She seems more stubborn and won't really talk to me much. Like the other day, she said that she knew a good man." Teresa replied.
"College has changed both of us mom, we have bonded together through it all. There's no one I trust more than Zoe. I can't tell you what is on her mind mom, not if I want to sleep with both eyes closed." Justin said with a grin on his face.
"Ok, I'll pretend we didn't have this conversation." Teresa said as Zoe and Lizzy were getting off the ride and coming towards them.
"Did you enjoy the ride?" Justin asked Lizzy as they came closer.
"Yeah, Zoe screamed louder than me." Lizzy said giggling with a laugh.
"Hey, you said you wouldn't tell them that." Zoe said.
"I lied, that was too funny to pass up." Lizzy replied still laughing.
"I will admit, you scream like you're still a girl in middle school." Justin added as he was standing next to Zoe. She looked at him for a brief moment before punching him in the arm. "OW!"
"You might have deserved that one Justin." Teresa said as she looked at her phone.
"I'll get her back." Justin replied.
That night, they all went to bed around midnight to the sound of heavy rain falling outside their room. A typical rain shower had graced itself upon the resort with a little thunder and lightning embedded in the storm.
Teresa awoken around two in the morning to thunder in the vicinity of the resort. She opened her eyes for a few seconds before lightning lit up the room for a brief second, which illuminated the bed next to her in which she saw Zoe atop Justin. Teresa blinked for a second before readjusting her eyes to the very dim room. She had a condition which allowed her to see practically in the dark.
She began to watch as Zoe was above Justin in the bed. She saw Justin's arms were up near Zoe's chest as he was holding her. She could barely hear a light pant from Zoe as she continued to move slightly up and then down upon Justin. She watched silently as they continued to have sex in the bed just a few feet away. Zoe grabbed his wrist with her hands as she slowly moved his hands around her body. A bolt of lightning illuminated the room again allowing Teresa to see Zoe's boobs. They were bigger then her own when she was their age. Zoe moved her hand to her pelvis and in the dim room, she was unsure of what Zoe was doing but she suddenly heard a low moan from Justin. She surmised that Zoe was doing something to invoke great pleasure for Justin.
Teresa's mind began to roam wondering why they were doing this. Why am I letting them continue? What made them do this? The questions ran thru her mind as another bolt of lightning lit up the window over the sink. She saw Zoe's face that looked as if she was in pure ecstasy. Teresa couldn't help but watch even as a tear began to run down her cheek. She heard a slight moan come from the bed which was manly in nature. Suddenly, Justin pulled Zoe down to him wrapping his arms around her. She heard a slight squeak for a few mere moments before it stopped. She watched as Justin and Zoe were heavily panting as there motions came to a standstill.
Then she heard it, "I love you Justin!" in a normal voice from Zoe. There was no response but the shuffling of the covers in which Justin pulled them over the two of them shielding their bodies from her eyes. She then smelt the scent, the scent of sex that she herself had not experienced in four years. The tears continued to stream down the side of her face and into the pillow beneath her head.
Teresa lay in the bed still looking over at them as she couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She closed her eyes holding them shut even as she found it difficult to try and return to sleep. She turned onto her right side facing away from their bed as to not look. After she turned, she opened her eyes to see Lizzy lying before her peacefully asleep unaware of what just transpired in the other bed. That fact was the only comforting thought she had since waking up to witness a truly dark secret her two eldest children were hiding from her. She finally drifted off to sleep a little while later after clearing her mind.
The next morning around 6:45am, Teresa awoke to the dim light of the dawn to come. She looked to her left to see Justin's chest with Zoe's arm covering it with her head nuzzled into his chest just beneath his head. She got up out of bed and walk to the bathroom to use it. As she sat using the toilet, she began to cry silently. She didn't know what to do, what to say, or how to even respond to this crisis. She had dealt with the death of her husband, the death of her mother and father but she had never ever considered how to deal with this. She had considered having arguments one day with Zoe and perhaps Justin on who they were going to marry or sleep with but it never occurred to her that they would be sleeping with each other.
She got up after using the toilet and wiping the tears from her face to leave the bathroom. She walked out and saw that Justin and Zoe had not even moved an inch. She walked to the kitchen and pressed the button for the coffee to begin brewing. She then went to the front door and walked out and towards the patio. She then sat down looking at the clear sky above her. There she pondered what to do about Zoe and Justin. Committing incest was a topic she couldn't really go out and get advice on from anyone really. She sat about fifteen minutes before going back inside to pour herself a cup of hot coffee.
Lizzy began to stir slowly but quickly getting out of the bed and dashing off to the bathroom. As Teresa took a sip of her cup, she looked at them still motionless. She walked outside with her phone and coffee and her hands. She sat in the chair deciding to whether or not to text her friend who was also a cop. "Screw it..." She said out loud to herself.
'You fighting crime or babysitting a grocery store?' She sent off. She waited for a few minutes before she got a reply.
'Just got off the part time job. What's up?' Mia responded. Mia Jenkins was a Sergeant in the Nashville Police Department with twenty-two years on the job. She was married and has one son Jett who is twelve. Lizzy and Jett go to middle school together.
'You ever handled a really tough case?' Teresa asked.
'You're kidding right? Too damn many!' Mia replied.
'Any incest cases?' Teresa asked leaving a bitter taste in her mouth as she sent the text and the coffee she was drinking was not the taste.
'Just two in my time, they were an eye opener... Can I call you?' She replied and asked.
'Yeah!' Teresa replied and waited a minute before her phone rang.
"What's going on?" Mia asked as soon as the connection was made.
"It's Zoe and Justin! I shouldn't even tell you." Teresa said nearly choking on her cries.
"You can tell me, you know I've always thought of Zoe and Justin along with Lizzy like nieces and a nephew."
She explained what she saw last night, every detail including Zoe's words to Justin after they finished.
"I don't know what to do Mia." Teresa added once she was done telling her story from early in the night.
"Talk to them, or at least with Zoe. Did you feel like they were hiding something from you the last few days?" Mia asked.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Teresa replied.
"A cop's intuition." Mia replied. "Look, talk to her alone. Keep an open mind to what she has to say and don't jump to conclusions." Mia replied hoping to help Teresa decide how to handle this.
"I'll try; anyway Lizzy just came out onto the porch. I guess I'll talk to you later and let you know what happened. Thanks, Mia." Teresa replied.
"I love you friend." Mia responded before hanging up.
"Was that Mia?" Lizzy asked coming out with a cup of orange juice in her hand.
"Yeah, we were talking for a few minutes." She paused before asking another question. "Are Justin and Zoe awake yet?"
"No, they're still sleeping." Lizzy said before taking a slip of her orange juice.
"Ok." Teresa replied as looked up towards the sun that was just above the horizon now. She looked hoping it would shed a ray of light on her situation.
Later in the day, Justin was swimming in the pool with Lizzy while Zoe and Teresa were laying on the lounge chairs. Teresa lay there thinking how to approach the subject of what she saw with Zoe. How do you ask your daughter why she is sleeping with her brother, your own kin? Why would you want to have sex with someone that is related to you? She didn't even know how to answer those questions. She looked over at Zoe as she was laying face down allowing her back to get tanned.
She thought long and hard about it, should she ask Zoe and Justin together or confront Zoe alone. "Zoe, later on I want us to go hang out. A girls night out, you up for that?" She asked as Zoe's face was turned the other way.
"Yeah, sure. Go get some drinks." Zoe replied without looking at her mother.
Later on that evening, Zoe and Teresa went to the pool bar that was a part of the resort that they were in. Teresa was drinking a Malibu Rum with Pineapple that soothed her soul. Zoe was drinking a Crown and Ginger-Ale which she seemed to like. Both ladies were on their third drinks when the Teresa decided to ask Zoe what in the world is going on.
"Zoe, I have a few questions and I want you to be completely honest with me." Teresa said looking at Zoe intently.
"Okay?" Zoe replied wondering what was up. "You got photos of a puppy you want to adopt?" Zoe added trying to ease the tension that she was feeling around them.
"No, no photos of a puppy." Teresa replied and sighed for a moment. "Last night, I was awoken by the thunder and lightning and with my eye condition I saw something that shocked me." She paused.
During that pause Zoe's heart and pulse rate went up. 'Oh God, had she seen us?'
Teresa continued, "I saw you atop Justin in the bed. You were naked for the most part that I could see. I'm just going to ask this, how long have you and Justin been having sex?" Teresa said getting emotional when she asked the question when she saw Zoe begin to look distraught.
Zoe threw her hands up to cover her face. Her mother just asked her a question she hoped not to be faced with unless it was on her own terms. Tears began to flow from her eyes as she looked down at the table for which held her drink.
"Please tell me the truth Zoe. That's all I want right now." Teresa said as she reached over and grasped Zoe's left wrist. She pulled it down gently making Zoe show her face.
Zoe nodded her head as tears still streamed down her face. "Yes, yes we are." She finally responded verbally to her mother.
"Why? Why Justin?" Teresa asked.
"Because of what happened in New York. I love him mom, he's always been there for me even after what happened to me." Zoe replied still crying. "Do you hate me, us for what we've been doing?" Zoe asked afraid of the answer to come.
"I don't hate you or Justin, I'm still in shock but I would like to know how it all started. What happened to you and Justin in New York City?" Teresa said and asked Zoe.
"You're sure you want to know?" Zoe asked knowing the story was going to be hard for her to tell, perhaps even harder for her mother to hear.
"Yes, I want to know; I need to know." Teresa responded.
Zoe looked at her mother and then looked out onto the pond just away from bar. She began to speak as she looked out into the water which shone from the moon light coming from above them. "Okay, it all started..."
Part 2: Love Through Pain & Hurt!
Justin and Zoe embarked on another day at Columbia University heading off to their classes. Justin left a few minutes early to consult with his professor in Macro-economics to go over his latest paper which he had turned in a few weeks ago. He was wondering why he received an eighty-eight on it.
Zoe was on her way to the study hall to meet up with Lindsey who was also taking Criminal Law 1 and Civil Law 2 along with Torts and Citizenship. She was happy to find a friend after being there for eight months. She and Lindsey were new best friends since both were new to the area and also came to Columbia during the Spring Semester.
"Hey Linds, have a good night's sleep?" Zoe asked as she sat down across from Lindsey.
"It was okay, I wish I had gotten off better than I did." Lindsey replied grinning.
"I don't need to know about you jilling yourself." Zoe replied.
Zoe was not a virgin herself giving herself away to Matt Jones after their senior prom but had yet to do anything since then with anyone. She had found it difficult to pleasure herself with her brother being on the other side of a very thin wall. She shied away from her brother over the last year which gave him space to grow as well as herself.
"I don't know why you don't let me ask your brother out on a date?" Linds asked Zoe as she opened her book to the latest chapter of Criminal Law 1.
"Because I don't want things to be awkward. You being my friend and him being my brother can really fuck things up for all of us." Zoe said to Lindsey.
"Still, he's very handsome. That pitch black hair of his and his six foot two size attracts me to him every time I see him." Linds said to Zoe making Zoe blush.
"But he's my brother!" Zoe replied.
"I guess I'll have to settle for looking at him when I see him then." Linds replied reluctantly.
"Yes, you will!" Zoe replied, "Now, let's get to studying."
Justin let his last class of the day with a headache and as he walked from the Business School building to the apartment that he and Zoe shared over on West 120th Street close to Columbia's campus. He walked feeling a nice spring breeze with an overcast sky that he could see through the above the buildings as he walked. A friend of his, Mike came up behind him and joined him as he walked.
"Yo Justin, heading home?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, got a headache from all those formulas he went over." Justin replied.
"Anyway, I was letting you know about this party that's happening tomorrow night over on West 116th Street near a frat house." Mike replied. "I was wondering if you wanted to come? Plenty of girls are going to be there."
"Yeah, I guess I'll come since there will be girls." Justin replied.
"Cool, it's over at 278 W 116th. Be there at 9pm." Mike replied, "Anyway, I'll see you then."
"Cya later Mike." Justin replied as Mike peeled off from his walking path and went towards the subway tunnel entrance. Justin continued along his path towards the apartment.
Later that evening, Zoe came strolling in. "Hey Justin! What are you up to?" Zoe asked seeing Justin laying on the couch in the living room.
"Just laying here! Have a bit of a headache from class." Justin replied moving his arm above his head.
"Did you take something?" Zoe asked.
"No." Justin replied. A second later, Zoe walked into the kitchen and Justin could here water running. Zoe came back out holding a glass of water and a Motrin in her hands.
"Here! Take this and drink some water." Zoe said to him. He looked at her and then did as she suggested taking the Motrin and then drinking some of the water.
"Thanks!" Justin said to her.
"Hey, you want to walk over to Domino's with me and get a pizza?" Zoe asked.
"Um, yeah. Just give me a minute to change." Justin replied getting up and walking to his room.
They walked over to Domino's which was over on West 125th street. They sat there and ate a pizza together sharing their favorite which was ham, sausage and olives with Parmesan cheese sprinkled over it.
"Do you think Lindsey is attractive?" Zoe asked as Justin was taking a bite of his third slice.
Justin chewed for a moment more before swallowing and replying, "Well, she is cute and all but she isn't really my type. Why, you trying to set me up with her?"
"No, she actually thinks you're cute as hell! She asked me if I would set you up with her. I told her no and that I didn't really want her to date you." Zoe replied to him.
"Why not, she's your friend." Justin replied.
"That's the point, she's my friend. If she starts dating you it will turn into she's your girlfriend. I don't her to become a problem between us and vice-versa." Zoe said as she looked at her plate.
"Well out of your wishes, I will respect that one and say no if she asks me. Deal?"
"Deal!"
"Oh by the way, I'm going to a party tomorrow with Mike and some of the guys." Justin added.
"Oh, okay." Zoe replied casually.
After they finished eating, they walked down to the West Harlem Piers and looked out at New Jersey which was on the other side of the Hudson River. Zoe looked at the lights which came from buildings across the way. In the background was a half moon which shone down upon them as they stood at the railing to the Hudson.
"It's nice out here. Just think, in a few weeks it will be nothing but snow and ice!" Zoe said out loud.
"Well Nashville has nothing on NYC, except Country Music." Justin replied which earned him a look from Zoe as he grinned. Zoe just smiled at that comment.
"Yeah! Hockey, Football, Baseball, clubs, parties, plenty of shopping and lots of places to visit. New York City definitely has Nashville beat hands down." Zoe replied.
"That it does Zoe. Come on; let's go back to the apartment and study." Justin replied.
They got back to the apartment around 9:30pm with Zoe very sleepy from eating and then walking. They walked from the piers back to their apartment which was almost a mile. Zoe went to her room and changed into shorts and a black t-shirt. When she came out, Justin was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
"Are you cold?" Zoe asked.
"Yeah, you know I tend to get cold easily." Justin replied.
She walked over to him and sat next to him as he was sitting on the couch that also was a pull out bed. She scooted up next to him pulling her legs to chest. She rested her head on Justin's shoulder.
"Here, let me warm you up!" Zoe said to him.
"Thanks sis."
"Anytime big brother." Zoe grinned.
"You know technically, I'm only three minutes older instead of five because I wasn't breathing for two of those minutes while you were being pushed out."
"I'm just glad you were breathing when I came out, otherwise I probably would have become the first baby in the world to give mouth to mouth to my twin." She giggled.
"EWWW!! Yeah, I'm glad I started breathing too, because that would have really been a case of the cooties." Justin said.
"Well, since you see it that way." Zoe said before turning towards him and giving him a big fat wet kiss on the cheek close to his mouth before he could react.
"AHH!!" Justin said as she did it. When Zoe stopped, Justin looked at her smiling and giggling. He rolled his eyes for a moment. "You're a bad influence on me." Justin said.
"Yeah, I've been told worse." Zoe replied sheepishly. "Anyway, I'll lay here against you while you read your economics book."
"Thanks." Justin replied and began reading.
Forty-five minutes later, Justin yawned as he closed the book. He was tired of the reading and he looked to his right at Zoe who was still pressed against him. He tried to poke her to wake her but instead found that she wouldn't wake. He decided to just stand up and once he did, he stretched for a mere moment before he picked up Zoe from the couch and carefully walked to her bedroom. He sat her down in the void where the covers would normally be and then pulled them up over her body to just below her shoulders.
"Good night Zoe." Justin said before turning and walking out of the room. He closed her door and went to his room.
Zoe awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and also a tad bit cold. A front had moved in overnight allowing the apartment to get cold since they had the heat set low. She got up rubbing her arms against herself trying to warm up as she walked out into the kitchen area and started the coffee maker.
She went to the bathroom and then came back out pouring herself a cup of the fresh brewed coffee. Just as she finished adding her creamer and sugar, Justin opened the door to his bedroom and came out wearing a heavy shirt and pajama pants going straight for the bathroom. She went to her phone which was by the couch and looked at the screen which had a text from Lindsey.
'Wanna hang out today?' She asked.
'Sure, meet at Starbucks on Broadway & 120th around 1?' She replied just as Justin came walking in.
"Morning sleeping beauty!" Zoe said to him.
"I thought you had to be a girl to be a beauty." Justin replied as he walked to the coffee pot.
"No, beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Zoe replied back sharply just as her phone beeped letting her know Lindsey had responded. "Anyway, Linds and I are going to meet up later at one p.m. to go shopping."
"Okay, have fun. I'm going to go to my room and study." Justin replied as he filled his cup with coffee. He then walked back to his room leaving Zoe out on the couch.
Later in the day, Zoe met up with Lindsey and went down to the Manhattan Mall at the corner of Broadway and 33rd street. They first went into JC Penny, shopping around for new clothes for winter.
"How does this look?" Zoe asked as she looked at a sweater that was red in color that had a V neck that would most likely allow a cleavage show if she were to wear it. "Too Slutty?" She added.
"Nothing is too slutty for New York Zoe!" Lindsey replied.
"I want a nice guy and someone who won't use me for their pleasure and then dump me." Zoe said as she put that sweater back on the rack.
"You want mister perfect?" Lindsey asked.
"Well, yeah actually I do." Zoe replied as she thumbed thru the next rack. She pulled one out to let Lindsey look at it. It was green with a purple stripe running diagonally through it.
"Well, it looks alright." Lindsey said to her. "You just need to wear some sexy lingerie with it." Just then, Lindsey phone chimed alerting her to a text. "Hey, you wanna go to a party tonight? We've been invited."
"Sure, I would love to go to a party. But I'm there just there to have fun." Zoe replied as she turned to look at another rack.
Justin arrived at nine fifteen p.m. at the doors to the party, when he walked in he was amazed by how big the room was and heard the music playing away. The bottom floor was a nice big area with a kitchen and several couches with two to three TV's hanging on a wall. The other wall had the frat houses name on it, Kappa Si Omega. There was a stairwell that led to about six bedrooms on the second level. He saw Mike over in the corner talking to a couple of guys and went towards him. Mike saw him and turned stretching out his arm to greet Justin.
"Glad you made it Justin. Let me introduced you to these guys. This is David and Jim, they run the frat house." Justin heard Mike say over the loud music.
"Nice to meet you guys!" Justin said as he shook hands with David and then Jim. Justin went to the bar and got a bottle of water. He went back and talked to David and Jim about where he was from and what he was studying. He liked them enough to even consider joining the fraternity. Just was listening to the guys talk when he noticed that two girls came in dressed very beautifully. It then hit him that it was Zoe and Lindsey dressed to impress as Zoe was wearing a blue dress while Lindsey was wearing a green dress.
"Excuse me guys." Justin said to them and walked over to the door where Zoe and Lindsey were at. As he approached, Zoe saw him and half-smiled at him. "What are you two doing here?"
"I got the invite from a friend and Zoe decided to come with." Lindsey said to Justin.
"Hey!" Zoe said, "Please don't embarrass me." She added as she looked Justin in the eyes.
"Alright, let's all have a good time." Justin said and walked back to the guys as Zoe and Lindsey went to go talk with a group of girls and one or two guys who were mixed in.
Forty-five minutes later, Zoe was talking with David. "So, would you like a tour of the place?" He asked Zoe.
"Sure." Zoe replied and began walking with him as he gave her a tour of the main area, showing her all of the fancy electronics and the kitchen which was fully stocked. They then went up the stairs and he took her down the hall showing her the various rooms. They then walked into a bedroom and she was looking around when suddenly, David came up behind her and put something over her mouth and nose. She instantly passed out and fell into his arms. He closed the door and locked it behind him. He then dragged her to the bed and laid her upon it. He began to undress her as she lay unconscious on the bed.
Justin was walking about the crowd as there was perhaps over eighty people in the frat house. He found Lindsey in the crowd and went up to her.
"Hey Justin, come to dance with me?" Lindsey said shaking her hips back and forth.
"I was wondering where Zoe is. Do you know?" Justin asked.
"A little while ago she went on a tour with David." Lindsey said to him. "I'm sure she is around here somewhere." She added.
"I'm going to go look for her." Justin said before turning and walking away from her.
He began around the room sweeping the main floor area by area until he had covered it completely before going up stairs. He made it to the first door and knocked on it. He turned the knob and it opened to a bedroom with two beds with no one it. He closed the door and tried the room on the left. He knocked on it and got a reply.
"Occupied!!" He heard a female voice and knew for sure it wasn't Zoe.
"Thanks!" He replied and then walked down to the next room which was on the left. He knocked and got no reply. He tried the knob to find it locked.
"Dude find another room, I'm busy here!" He recognized the voice as it was David's.
"Zoe are you in there?" He asked through the door. He received no reply so he asked again. "Zoe answer me if you're in there!" He said very loudly.
"Dude, Fuck off! She said you're not good enough for her so get fucking lost." David replied very loudly through the door.
"Open this door or I'm breaking it down!" Justin said feeling the anger beginning to build in himself.
"Fuck off dude! I'm fucking this sweet pussy!" David replied.
Justin began pushing the door with no movement; then he kicked once, hearing a crack he redouble his efforts and kicked again breaking the lock and the door swung open. Before him he saw David atop his sister with both of them naked. Zoe's head was turned towards him and she looked as if she was passed out.
"Dude, get the fuck out!" He heard as he looked at Zoe's face.
Then David jumped up and came towards Justin with his fist balled up. Justin turned his attention towards David and saw the swing of David's fist and ducked missing the punch. He became enraged as he knew what was happening. The one person who had been his best friend and perhaps biggest love of his life to date, was being attacked and raped. He balled his right hand into a fist in an instant and swung up into David's stomach sending a shock wave through David's body. He then did the same with his left and landed another blow upon him. David staggered backwards for a moment before he came at Justin again. Justin dodged a right punch before being punched in the face with David's left. Justin punched David in the face before grabbing his head and ramming him into a dresser that was next to the door. David countered by elbowing Justin in the gut which fazed him for a mere moment. Justin still had his hand on David's head and pulled him into a mirror which shattered upon the impact. David's face was now bloody from the cuts the mirror had inflicted on him.
People heard the commotion downstairs and in other rooms and went up to see what was happening. Lindsey was among them and had worked her way to the door before the others and saw Justin slamming David into the mirror but also saw that Zoe was passed out on the bed fully naked. She put her hand on her mouth and went into the room after yelling for someone to call 911 to get help. She covered Zoe up with a blanket and yelled her name. "Zoe! ZOE!" She said as Justin continued to pound away with David.
Finally, Mike came in and pulled Justin off of David and another guy went to David and held him back.
"Mike, Zoe's burning up! I think he drugged her." Lindsey said to Mike.
Another guy Matt came into the room who was a member of the frat house. "Y'all need to leave." He said to Justin and Mike.
"We're not leaving and if you wanna fight then you're going to lose." Mike said as Justin came to Zoe's side next to Lindsey.
David was puking up blood on the floor next to the mirror and was being helped by one of the other guys who had come in to the room. Mike stood watching them as Justin held Zoe's hand. Finally people started clearing out of the hallway just as police showed up. They asked what happened and Lindsey was the first to speak.
"She's been drugged and raped by that fuck face." She said and pointed to David who was on the ground. The police looked at him and then went towards him and put him in handcuffs.
"312 to 26 HQ, we need two ambulances here for injured parties and one unconscious female who has been sexually assaulted." The first officer said after keying up his radio. "312 to Unit 6, I'm requesting supervisor and detectives to my location for an assault and sexual assault." He added. "Ok, I need all of you into the downstairs area."
Mike along with Matt and the other guy and Lindsey walked out but Justin stayed next to Zoe as an officer walked David out of the room bleeding as he went. "Sir, that includes you." The senior officer said to Justin.
"I'm not leaving my sister here alone. I'm not leaving her side ever." Justin said as tears rolled down his face.
"Listen, paramedics are on the way." The officer said touching Justin's shoulder.
A few minutes later, the paramedics arrived to treat Zoe. One of them tried to bandage the cut above Justin's right eye but Justin refused and told him to focus on Zoe. He watched as they examined Zoe briefly before loading her onto a stretcher. Justin followed them down to the ambulance and got in.
The officer followed them down and watched as they loaded her in. "The detectives will want to question you. I'll let them know that you've gone to the hospital with your sister. Look, I'm sorry that this has happened to the both of you. We've had reports of women being drugged but nothing concrete enough to shut them down."
"Thank you!" Justin said as the doors to the ambulance closed and they were on their way to New York Presbyterian Hospital.
Zoe slowly opened her eyes feeling like she had been hit by a freight train. Her head was hurting and she felt weird. She looked at her right and saw snow lightly falling outside of the window and could see several tall buildings in the distance. She heard the slow beeping of the machines in another room. She looked to her right to see Justin's head being held by his arms on the bed. She saw bruises on his hands and knuckles. She reached over to him pulling an IV line with her arm.
"Hey!" Zoe said weakly as she touched his right shoulder. He popped his head up and looked at Zoe. He paused for a moment before he began to cry seeing she was awake. Zoe looked at him and asked, "What happened?"
Justin shook his head several times. Zoe then realized that she was in a hospital room with a gown on. "Justin, tell me what happened."
Justin sniffled a few times before he began to speak. "Last night, what's the last thing you remember?" Justin asked her.
"I remember being at the party and talking to people." Zoe said to him.
"I went looking for you and when I broke down the door that was locked, I found you being... being raped by that fucking asshole David Mclendon. You were passed out and looked as if you were drugged." Justin said with tears coming down his cheeks as he had to tell his sister that she was raped less than twelve hours ago.
Zoe instantly started crying hearing what had happened to her. Justin got up and leaned onto the bed and hugged her. "I'm sorry Zoe."
"How bad?" Zoe asked.
"I'm not sure; I had to leave the room while they performed the examination. I should let them know you're awake." He said pulling away from her. He looked at Zoe as she had tears in her eyes. He went out into the hall and let the nurse know that Zoe was awake and returned a minute later to her followed by the nurse.
"Hi I'm Nurse Jennings, how are you feeling Ms. Zoe?" She asked checking her vitals via the screens.
"I feel funny and I have a headache." Zoe said to her.
"Ok, I'll have the doctor to come by in a few minutes. I'll go ahead and bring you some aspirin." The nurse said and walked out of the room as Zoe looked at Justin.
"So, what happened to you? You look like shit!" Zoe said to Justin seeing the bruises on his knuckles and a cut on his right cheek and a little swelling.
"I found you and got into a fight with that sick son of a bitch. I almost killed him Zoe. If Mike hadn't come in when he did, I would have killed him." Justin said as he sat in the chair. He looked at Zoe, "I'm sorry Zoe, I should have kept my eye on you and seen where you were going."
"It's not your fault Justin. You couldn't have known." Zoe replied to him just as she saw a doctor coming towards the door.
The door opened with the doctor coming followed by two people. "I'm Doctor Edison and these are two detectives with the New York Police Department." He said as Zoe grabbed Justin's hand and held it.
"Ms. Redmond, I'm sorry to tell you but last night you were heavy drugged and then raped. We found Chloroform, Rohypnol and MDMA in your system when you were brought in. You came in with tearing of your vaginal walls and signs of forced sexual activity." The doctor said which caused Zoe to cry.
"I'm here Zoe!" Justin said squeezing her hand.
"Ok, that's enough for now doctor. We'll take it from here!" The female detective told the doctor. The doctor nodded his head and walked out of | null | [] |
the room closing the door behind him.
"Zoe, I'm detective Fitzpatrick and this is Detective Murray. We have some questions for you and your brother. I think it would be better for us if we were to interview you separately from your brother, if you are ok with that?" Detective Fitzpatrick said to her.
Zoe looked at Justin who was looking at her, "I'll be right outside the door." Justin said.
"Okay." Zoe said letting go of Justin's hand.
Justin went out with Detective Murray and closed the door. Zoe looked at the door until they disappeared out of her view. She then turned her eyes back to Detective Fitzpatrick.
"Can you tell me what happened Zoe?" She asked.
On the other side of the wall, Justin was being asked the exact same question. He looked at his bruised hands. "I went looking for my sister, I knocked on that door and then that guy started saying I wasn't good enough for Zoe. Zoe wouldn't answer so I broke down the door. We fought and if mike hadn't pulled me off, I would have killed him."
"So, Zoe wouldn't respond or couldn't respond?" Detective Murray asked.
"She was out cold!" Justin replied.
"Ok, you should know that the other guys are stating that you were jealous of the fact he was taking Zoe from you. They're stating that you and Zoe are in an incestuous relationship. I have to ask Justin, is that true?"
"No! We are twins and very close but never ever have we crossed a line like that."
"Alright, David Mclendon wants charges pressed against you for the assault. He has three broken ribs, a fractured jaw, broken nose, and a whole lot of other bruised stuff."
"Am I being arrested?" Justin asked.
"Not at this time, we have some statements to go through." Murray sighed, "Truth be told, I'm not going to take charges out against you regardless of my findings. You seem like an honorable person and I know that you would have acted the same way if it was someone else and not your sister."
"Thanks." Justin replied and went back to the door to look at Zoe as she talked with the other detective. He saw as Zoe had a tear running down her left eye. She saw Justin and then she wiped the tear away. She was trying to be strong for Justin more than herself. He watched as Detective Fitzpatrick continued to interview Zoe. Finally, a few minutes later Detective Fitzpatrick opened the door and walked out.
"She is asking for you. We will be charging David Mclendon with forcible rape and sexual assault along with a dozen other charges."
"Thank you detective." Justin said holding his hand out and she gladly shook his hand.
They left and Justin went into the room to see Zoe looking out the window. He went to her side, took her hand in his and just held it. She looked at him with her light green eyes.
Justin spoke first, "I need to call mom."
"No, you can't! She can't know what happened!" Zoe replied tearfully.
"But she needs to know Zoe. She's our mother!" Justin replied to her.
"And she'll want us to come home. She will never trust our judgment or let us live our lives without interfering." Zoe replied to Justin and he looked as if he wanted to rebuttal her argument. "It's my decision Justin. Please respect that."
"Okay Zoe, Okay." Justin said reluctantly and kissed her hand softly. She smiled at Justin for a mere moment before she turned her head and looked out the window again seeing a break in the clouds and the snow had stopped falling.
"How you doing Zoe?" Lindsey asked a few days later when she showed up at the apartment. Justin had suggested that Lindsey come by to talk to Zoe as she had become very depressed over the last few days since leaving the hospital.
"I feel ashamed." Zoe said as she and Lindsey were in her room with the door closed.
"Why? You did nothing wrong Zoe." Lindsey said.
"I feel like I did." Zoe said while lying on her side away from Linds.
"He was denied bond and is being held pending a grand jury. He can't hurt you anymore Zoe." Lindsey said as she brushed her hand along Zoe's exposed right arm.
"But everyone knows what happened." Zoe replied.
"Zoe, this is New York City! Stories come and go and not everyone knows. There are over Eight million people here. Get up!" Lindsey said which made Zoe turn over and face her. "Get up, get some clothes on and let's go for a walk." She commanded as she stood up and left the room closing the door behind her. She walked the short hall to the living room where Justin was patiently waiting.
"I'm taking her for a walk. She will probably want you to walk with us so get dressed." She said to Justin.
A few minutes later, Zoe appeared from her dressed in a light sweater with blue jeans on. Justin was still in his room as Zoe approached Lindsey. "I'll go with you but only if Justin comes too." Zoe said.
"I'm right here!" Justin said from behind her in the hall.
Twenty minutes later, Justin was walking a good ten steps in front of them as Lindsey walked with Zoe in the park. Zoe kept her head facing downwards but slowly started to look up at where they were going. They walked for another thirty minutes. Suddenly, Justin stopped ahead of them. Zoe then realized that right before them was the building where everything changed. Just ten floors up is where she was violated. She began to shed tears as Lindsey wrapped her arms around her.
"It's just a building Zoe. He can't hurt you anymore." She said as she hugged Zoe. Justin came back to them and kissed Zoe on the top of her head. "We're going to get someone to help you through this. You'll get through this Zoe. I'm here for you and Justin is here for you."
Zoe looked up towards the building all the way to the top knowing that was the building, the loft apartment where a guy named David drugged her and raped her during a party where she went to have a fun time. She looked back down at Justin and Lindsey who gave her time to respond.
"Thank you, both of you for everything." Zoe said to them. They began to walk past the building with Zoe taking the lead with her holding both Justin's hand and Lindsey's. They walked with Zoe holding her head high knowing she could get through this with the help of others, especially her brother and her best friend here in New York City.
A week later Justin sat in the waiting of the doctor's office. Zoe got an appointment a few days earlier to see Doctor Amir who specializes in Traumatic counseling. Doctor Jennifer Amir, graduate of Harvard Med with a PHD in counseling and psychology, Thirty-Eight years old and highly recommended in the New York City area. He turned his head away from his phone scrolling her info page and looked at the door. "They have been in there for almost two hours." Justin thought to himself.
Ten minutes later, the door to the office opened with Zoe coming out followed by Doctor Amir. Slowly, Justin got up from his seat and walked over to the receptionist window where Zoe was standing. He touched her arm and held her hand as she finished up setting up another appointment. She looked at him for a brief moment before turning her attention back to the receptionist.
Zoe nodded at the receptionist as she gave her the card for an appointment in three weeks time. Justin began walking with Zoe out of the office lobby and towards the elevator in silence. He looked at Zoe and could see what was left of her tears. All of her makeup was gone, a sign that she had cried enough to rinse it all off in the bathroom during the session. He squeezed her hand letting her know he was there for her. They walked hand in hand out of the building and the one block over to the subway station. They waited sitting at a bench for the next train that was heading towards Columbia's Campus.
"Justin, thank you for all that you have done for me. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you." As she looked at him and into his light brown colored eyes.
"If it weren't for you, my life wouldn't be worth living Zoe. I love you sis." Justin said as he leaned over and kissed her forehead for a moment. He pulled back from her and saw her smiling. "Why don't we stop in at that Super Burger restaurant before we head back to the apartment?" He asked.
Zoe looked at him for a moment and then heard the sound of the subway train approaching then saw as it came out of the tunnel. "Sure, I could use a nice juicy burger." She said as they got up from the bench. They got on the train and headed to 125th St. during the train ride Zoe held Justin's hand making sure to not let go of him, but slowly she began to be less tense during the ride.
Zoe returned to her classes at Columbia. At first she felt an unease being around people and knew some if not all were talking about her behind her back. Lindsey and Justin kept her company as best as they could but she did have to learn to be on her own again. The fear of something happening was still in the back of her mind. She focused on her studies as best she could, getting back into the rhythm of going to classes and studying. She continued to go see Doctor Amir and had scheduled weekly sessions on her days when she didn't have a class. Justin accompanied her on her trips.
Three weeks after the incident was Thanksgiving Day. Justin and Zoe were invited to Mike's home in the city of Graniteville on Staten Island. Lindsey was also invited to the dinner. Justin, Zoe and Lindsey were picked up by Mike and he drove to his home. It took an hour to get to his home. They were greeted by Mike's mother Pam and his older brother Mark.
"It's so nice to meet all of you." Pam said to them as they walked inside after Mike introduced them.
"Nice to meet you too Ms. Robinson." Zoe said with a smile on her face and shook her hand only to be wrapped up in a hug by her.
"Oh please, just call me Pam." She replied as she released Zoe and went towards Justin and hugged him before doing the same with Lindsey.
Zoe then looked at Mark who was Mike's older brother by seven years. He had a full beard and was a good three inches taller than Mike. She looked at him and nodded.
"I hope all of you are hungry as we have a lot of food ready to eat." Pam added.
Zoe walked over to the Fireplace trying to warm up just a little. She stood next it and looked at the family pictures of Mike, his brother and mother along with their father. Mike explained to them a few months back about how his father Jonathan was killed in the 9/11 attacks. He was in the South tower when it fell killing him along with countless others that day. Zoe was so little then, unaware of the event until she got older. She could see the love that their mother gives to Mike and Mark in the pictures. Justin talked with Mike and Mark as Zoe nosed about the living room before heading into the kitchen to see if Pam needed any help.
"Hi!" Zoe said as she entered the kitchen, "Do you need any help?"
"Oh Zoe, no dear I'm almost finished. You should go hang out with Lindsey and the guys." Pam replied.
"Nah, I'm just hungry!" Zoe said looking at the rolls which Pam was putting in the oven. Pam closed the oven and turned around looking at Zoe.
"Look, I know what happened a few weeks ago and I'm truly sorry that it happened to you. If you need someone to talk, here's my phone number." Pam said grabbing a pen to write it down on a piece of paper. She wrote the number down and handed it to Zoe.
"Thanks, I'm seeing someone who is helping me but having Justin around is the biggest help of all. I don't think I would even be here if he wasn't there that night." Zoe replied.
"Again if you need me, call me." Pam said, "You should go wash up and I'll tell the other rascals." And she walked into the living room as Zoe got up and went to the kitchen sink.
During the Thanksgiving feast, Zoe sat next to her brother. They all talked, about how school was going and what they were all working towards. Justin talked about home and how much he missed his mom and their little sister Elizabeth. Zoe chimed in where she felt like but otherwise didn't talk much.
As they were leaving, Pam pulled Justin aside for a moment to talk to him. Zoe looked at them but they were talking just out of hearing range. Lindsey and Mark were chatting away as they walked to the car with Mike. She got in once she reached the vehicle and as she looked back, Justin was giving Pam a hug. He then walked down towards the car. He got in and looked at Zoe.
"What?" He asked.
"What was that about?" Zoe asked of him.
"Oh nothing; just a thank you for coming to Thanksgiving Dinner speech." Justin replied as Lindsey and Mike both got in the vehicle. Zoe didn't respond as Mike started up the car. She half smiled before it faded. The ride back into Manhattan was uneventful.
"JUSTIN!! NO!! HELP!!" Justin awoke to the screams of Zoe in the other bedroom and hurried out of his bed and into her room not caring to put his shirt on or a pair of shorts. He flipped on her lamp to find Zoe fidgeting and sweating profusely. It appeared she was having a nightmare as she continued to repeat the same thing over and over. He called out to her.
"Zoe!" He said as he tried to shake her awake. She continued to be in the nightmare, making him repeat it louder than he did the first time. "ZOE!!"
She woke with a fright and sat up quickly and breathing rapidly. "Oh god!" Zoe said, and looked at Justin who was sitting on the side of the bed and looked terrified. She immediately turned and hugged him and began to cry. He wrapped his arms around her feeling her sweat soaked shirt as she began to sob.
"It's okay, I'm here Zoe! It was just a nightmare." Justin said softly trying to comfort her as her breathing began to slow down.
Zoe sniffled before saying, "It wasn't a nightmare. I was remembering that night, it was so awful." She said to him and continued to cry with tears now wetting his shirt on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Zoe; I should have made us leave that party." Justin said.
"You couldn't have known Justin. No one could have known what that... monster was going to do." Zoe replied through more sniffles and sobs. He continued to just rub her back to try and calm her as best he could. "I'm so soaked and my bed is too. I believe I peed during the nightmare." Zoe added releasing her embrace of Justin.
"It's okay. I'll pull the sheets off. You go take a shower to get cleaned up." Justin replied.
Zoe pulled the covers back revealing that she had indeed wet the bed as she moved to the edge of the bed to get up. She stood and went towards the door before stopping and turning back to Justin who continued to look at the bed.
"Justin." Zoe said to get his attention which made him look. She looked at him and into his light brown eyes before saying, "Thank you, you mean so much to me." She said, before breaking eye contact and walking out of the bedroom towards the bathroom.
Justin got up and began stripping her bed of the sheets and the mattress protector. Good thing they bought them he thought to himself. He grabbed them all and walked to the laundry room and sat them in a clothes basket. He went towards the kitchen and got a glass of water. He drank the glass of water as he looked at the window of the eighth story apartment that looked out onto Morningside Park. He thought of what Mrs. Pam said before he left to get in the car early.
"Zoe is a strong girl, but she relies on you more than you even realize. Be there for her in every way you can. I know you and her are very close, don't let your feelings of guilt cloud your judgment. You are perhaps the only man she trusts to even talk to much less allowed to touch her. She's lucky to have a brother like you, and a perfect example of the man she will want to marry someday."
'How is it that she knows all of that just by being with us for a few hours?' He questioned to himself. He sat on the couch for a few minutes and waited for Zoe to get done taking a shower.
A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and headed into her bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later she came out wearing a blue shirt that went down to her knees. He got up as she approached.
"I'll sleep on the couch." Justin said to her.
"Nonsense! I'm the one who made a mess of my bed; you shouldn't have to give up yours."
"I insist Zoe, you need your rest." Justin said as he stood by the couch.
"Okay." Zoe replied and walked back towards the hallway. She stopped at the bathroom door and turned around. "Justin! Actually I would feel more comfortable if..." She stopped.
"What Zoe?" He asked.
"If you would sleep in the bed with me. Perhaps that will keep my nightmare away." Zoe said. Justin thought to what Mrs. Pam said, "Be there for her."
"Okay." Justin replied and walked towards her and the bedroom.
He got into the bed first and Zoe then joined him. She turned on her side towards him as he pulled the blanket up over them. She touched his shoulder getting his attention.
"Thank you for pulling me out of that nightmare and for allowing me to sleep in your bed. I can't believe I peed in the bed."
"I can! You wet the bed up until you were eight!" Justin replied which earned himself a pinch on the arm from Zoe. "OW!"
"You weren't much better if I recall." She scooted in a little towards him."But I do love you Justin." She said and pulled his hand up to her mouth and kissed it lightly.
"I love you too Zoe. Nothing could ever change that." He said back to her. "Try and get some sleep." He said as he reached for the lamp remote that he had and turned off the light. Justin lay awake making sure that Zoe had fallen asleep before he himself closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Zoe awoke the next morning feeling warmth coming from behind her. She looked behind her to see Justin's sleeping face with his lower lip pecked out. Seeing him like that made her giggle just a little. She got up and out of the bed going to the bathroom. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail like she did every morning when she stopped. She looked in the mirror and realized she wasn't that girl anymore, that she was different now. She let go of it and shook her head several times. Finally she straightened herself up and threw the band down.
"It's time to change some things." She said out loud to herself before closing the door to use the bathroom. When she came out, she saw Justin still asleep in his bed. She went to her room and saw her very stripped bed. She picked up her phone from the bed side table and started to text Lindsey. A few minutes later, she left her room to find Justin walking towards the kitchen.
"Morning." She said to him as he looked back at her. "Later on, Lindsey and I are going to shopping and do some girl stuff." She added.
"Okay, have fun and be careful." Justin said as he went to the fridge to grab an Orange Juice.
"Thanks, and also for letting me sleep with you last night." She added as she approached him. She hugged him from behind wrapping her arms around his frame.
"It was no problem." He said as he turned around with her still holding onto him. She looked up into his eyes seeing the love her showed for her. He slowly lowered himself down to kiss Zoe's forehead. She released him and walked off to her room.
Lindsey caught Zoe staring off into space as they were in the Macy's store on 34th street. "Hey Zoe, Yo.." Lindsey said trying to get her attention. Finally, Zoe snapped out of her trance and looked at Lindsey.
"What?"
"I asked how does this look?" Referring to a multi colored shirt that would remind one of the 70's show.
"Like you're a hippy." Zoe replied.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah... No, I'm trying to decide what I should get Justin for Christmas." She replied.
"That is tough..."
"Even tougher after last night."
"What do you mean?"
"It's embarrassing..." Zoe moved closer to Linds. "Last night I had a nightmare and... I wet the bed. Justin woke me up during the nightmare." Zoe said to her in a whisper.
"I'm sorry. I'm sure he's really concerned for you right now, just like I am. You know going to those sessions with that doctor will be good for you, keep going." Lindsey said trying to reassure her friend that she was there to help her.
"Thanks and I'm sticking with my first assessment of that shirt, you're a hippy." Zoe replied with a slight smile.
"ZOE!!" Justin said while shaking her.
"AHHH!!" Zoe mumbled as she snapped out of the nightmare again. It was Tuesday morning as she looked at Justin as he sat on the edge of her bed. She was sweating heavily and her heart was doing 190. She looked into Justin's eyes and saw that he was scared.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked.
"I don't know." Zoe said as she began to cry. "I kee..epp remembering it over and over." Zoe said through her sobs. Justin pulled her to him.
"It's okay, I'm here. I'll always be here for you. Come on, come get in bed with me." Justin said.
"Okay.." Zoe said still crying as she began moving to get out of her bed. It was cold in the apartment but you wouldn't know that looking at the sweat soaked bed and clothes that Zoe was wearing. "I need to change."
"I'll be in my room." Justin said and let go of her hand.
A few minutes later, Zoe entered his room wearing a long red shirt. She joined Justin under the covers. "Justin, can you hold me while I fall asleep?" Zoe asked.
"Yeah!" He said and rolled to be behind her. "I love you Zoe. Never hesitate to ask me for anything. Okay?"
"Okay." She replied as Justin moved up slowly and then moved to kiss her on the cheek but at the last minute Zoe turned her head towards him. Their lips made contact and as Justin just continued to hover, he held the kiss. Zoe felt a spark run through her entire body as their lips continued to be docked to one another. Finally, Justin broke contact separating them by only a few inches. He looked into Zoe's eyes and saw them glimmering at him.
"Thank you." Zoe said before turning her head back into the pillow. He wrapped his arm around her stomach. He held her while thinking about that kiss. 'What does it Mean?' Finally, a few minutes later, Zoe was asleep but he didn't release her. Instead, he held her until he himself fell asleep.
Zoe awakened the next morning to find herself alone in Justin's bed. She looked at the bed side table and read the numbers on the clock, 9:23AM. She realized that Justin had a class this morning. Then she thought back to that kiss, it was so electric to her that it now scared her. She also realized she has an appointment later on with her doctor. She got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She started the water to take a bath. She got in slowly a few minutes later letting it warm herself up as it was only suppose to get to 40° today. As she was in the tub, she heard he phone began to buzz. She wondered who is calling her as the ringtone was not of that anyone she had in her contacts list. She let it go to voicemail and continued with her bath.
After she got dressed, she got her phone and listened to the voicemail. It was the District Attorney's office asking if she would call them back. She dialed the number and waited to be connected to the Assistant District Attorney that was handling her case. She spoke with the prosecutor and was told that they wanted to make a plea offer to David Mclendon. They asked her if she was okay with him getting a plea deal of four years in prison, ten years on parole and registering as a sex offender otherwise it will have to go to trial. She told the ADA she would have to think about it.
An hour and a half later she sat in the waiting room of Dr. Amir's office, waiting for all of five minutes until Dr. Amir stepped into the waiting room with her purse in hand. "Come with me." She said to Zoe. Zoe got up and walked out of the office following the doctor.
"Where are we going?" Zoe asked.
"You'll just have to come and find out." She replied and kept walking.
Forty-Five minutes later and they were just stepping into the American Museum of Natural History. Zoe was still baffled as not a single word was exchanged between them during the car ride. Dr. Amir paid for their tickets and then they began walking.
"So, have you figured out why I brought you here?" Dr. Amir asked. "And if you want, you may call me Jennifer."
"Okay Jennifer, why have you brought me here?"
"I like to have a session or two outside of an office. It allows me to better assess my patient. Besides, it allows us to learn something when we visit places like this. It makes you wonder, seeing how small we are in the grand scheme of things; Are we alone in the universe?"
"I doubt it, there has to be intelligent life besides us in the universe." Zoe replied.
"I hope so. How have you been since our last session?"
"Nightmares, I end up reliving it just about every night. Although, sleeping next to my brother seems to keep the nightmare away. He's awakened me several times, I end up soaked from sweating and I've even pee the bed."
"Do you want me to give you something to help you sleep?" She asked.
"I don't have trouble sleeping; I have trouble with the nightmares." Zoe replied.
"You say sleeping next to brother keeps them away?"
"Yeah, I've slept with him a few nights and on those nights I sleep just fine."
"That's interesting..." She said while they continued to walk along the wall showing the planetary bodies.
"Why is it interesting?" Zoe replied curious to her response.
"It's been my experience when dealing with victims of rape or molesting to be wary of anyone touching them or even being in such close proximity like being in the bed with another person especially a man." Dr. Amir replied.
"I do feel uncomfortable when I'm around people I don't know. Justin is someone I can trust without a shred of a doubt. He's my twin!" Zoe said to her in utmost honesty.
"I just find it interesting is all." She replied.
"I'm just pissed they want to give that bastard a deal. Four years and ten on parole isn't enough." Zoe said.
"Well, they want to avoid a trial. The real question is Zoe; can you go to court and state what happened if you are required to? Can you ask that of your brother, your friends?" She asked knowing it would make Zoe think the choices over really hard.
"Look," Jennifer said to Zoe and paused for Zoe to look at her. "You say you're going after a career in Law, well sometimes you have to make compromises to get something instead of nothing. The choice is ultimately yours."
"Thanks." Zoe said with a slight tear in her eye.
They continued their therapy session walking amongst the exhibits and displays looking as they continued to talk. Dr. Amir and Zoe returned to her car and drove Zoe back to her apartment building.
Zoe and Justin were both awakened by the fire alarm going off. They both hurried out of their beds and met up with each other. Seeing no smoke and no fire in their apartment, they ventured out into the hallway way and learned the entire building was being evacuated. They were barely dressed in nothing but sleep wear and headed outside into the frigid cold air. They saw an array of firemen and several trucks. They stood outside with the rest of the building tenants waiting on answers. About thirty minutes later, the fire chief approached the crowd.
"Folks, I'm afraid you're going to have to being taken to a shelter tonight." He said.
"What do you mean?" A person in the crowd asked.
"The main gas line underneath the building ruptured and is completely broken. The building has filled up with Natural Gas. We have to vent the entire building and ConED will have to fix the main before anyone can return to the building." He added. "We have personnel en route with warming blankets and several buses to take you to the nearest shelter."
"Justin, let's just go to Lindsey's apartment. It's only ten blocks away." Zoe said pleading with Justin.
"Okay, let me go inform the chief will be staying at a friend's and give him my phone number." Justin said to her seeing she didn't want to go to a shelter. Zoe called Lindsey while waiting. After waiting on Justin to come back and then walking for twenty minutes, Zoe and Justin arrived at Lindsey's apartment.
Lindsey opened the door and invited them in. "Are you ok?" Lindsey asked seeing Zoe shaking.
"Yeah, just cold..." Zoe replied.
"Well, I got you a few blankets and went ahead pulled and got the sleeper sofa ready." Lindsey said to them.
"Thank you." Justin said.
Zoe and Justin got into the sleeper sofa and covered up. Justin could feel Zoe shivering. "Come here." Justin said to her inviting her to get closer to him. She rolled into him. "Jeez, you're freezing." Suddenly, Zoe move up on top of him and lay upon him with her head just being at his chest due to their height difference. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back through her shirt trying to generate some heat. As he was rubbing, he realized he was feeling aroused for some reason. He felt restraint as he began to harden.
"Justin." Zoe said feeling his hardness began to push into her clothed groin.
"Sorry Zoe, it just happened." Justin replied and stopped rubbing her back.
Zoe thought for a moment, "Please rub my back, I'm still cold." She said and turned her head to lie on his shirt covered chest. He began to rub her back again making sure to cover every part of it with his warm hands. She still sensed his hard and erected cock beneath her, yet felt at ease because she could trust Justin. She didn't have one ounce of fear that it would invade her body or abuse her like the last one did which was attached to the biggest, useless piece of shit on the earth. As she got warmer she began to fall asleep. Justin continued to rub until he himself fell asleep with Zoe still on top of him.
Zoe awakened first feeling Justin's chest rise and fall in an easy pattern. She was definitely not cold having lain upon him all night. She also felt his hard on pressing into her again, this time it was bigger and had more force to it.
She heard movement in the apartment and turned her head to see Lindsey in the small kitchen fixing a bowl of cereal. She began to move and rolled to her right easing herself from Justin so as to not wake him if possible. She then looked into the kitchen and saw Lindsey looking at her. Lindsey grinned and smiled at Zoe and then began walking to her room with the bowl in hand.
Zoe got up and looked back at Justin to see him still asleep with the massive morning wood flying high making a noticeable uplifting in the sheets. She walked to the bathroom and used it before going into Lindsey's room and joining her on her bed. Lindsey looked up and grinned again.
"What?" Zoe asked.
"Your brother sure does have a big thing..." Lindsey said smiling which prompted Zoe to roll her eyes.
"Not happening Linds..." Zoe said giggling...
"I know it won't happen with me, I was grinning because..." Lindsey trailed off not finishing her thought out loud.
"Because what?" Zoe replied wondering what she meant.
Lindsey looked Zoe in the eyes, she began to tear up.. "I thought that you and Justin were an item..."
Zoe had to think for a second making sure she heard Lindsey right... "You think Justin... and I" Which earned a nod from Lindsey.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said that... I just thought after you lay upon him this morning that you two were much closer than I previously thought. I know that after... that night, that you and him have been inseparable." She said wishing she had just not said anything.
Zoe looked at her for a minute before speaking. "You're not far off the mark. I do feel attracted to him." Zoe said as a tear began to fall. Lindsey came closer and pulled Zoe in for a hug.
"I love him!" Zoe said with a sigh. "It's been an unsaid thing between us for a while I suppose, well at least since we moved here."
Lindsey continued to hug Zoe until they heard movement in the living room. Lindsey pulled back away from Zoe and looked into her eyes which were watery from her crying.
"Please don't say anything to him." Zoe asked of Lindsey. Lindsey nodded affirming her commitment to silence on the matter.
A minute later and they both emerged from Lindsey's room to see Justin sitting on the edge of the Sleeper Sofa.
"Morning girls." Justin said to them before he noticed Zoe's eyes were red. "You alright Zoe?"
"Yeah! Just a little girl talk is all." Zoe said to him.
They ate breakfast and then called the number they were given by the Fire Chief. The building was cleared over night but no one could stay overnight as the gas main was in need of replacement. They could go get clothes and anything they needed until the line was repaired. Zoe and Justin headed to the apartment building and got their stuff that they would need for at least another night of crashing at Lindsey's apartment.
Later that night, after going to classes in the day, Justin and Zoe lay on the pullout couch watching a little TV and eating Chinese takeout with Lindsey sitting in the chair next to them. They sat eating watching the latest episode of The Big Bang Theory. Lindsey couldn't stop laughing at the one liners Sheldon kept giving during the episode as Justin sat eating with chopsticks. Lindsey kept on batting her eyes over to Zoe and Justin looking at them as they ate and watched the show. It went to the last scene which was a lovey dovey moment between Leonard and Penny.
Lindsey and Zoe both got up with Zoe grabbing Justin's container and both headed off into the kitchen. "I think I'm going to go lay in bed." Lindsey said to Zoe.
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning then." Zoe replied as they both walked back towards the living room with Lindsey departing for her room.
Zoe rejoined Justin on the pullout bed and got covered up as she got close to Justin. She turned on her side pressed up against Justin with her head just at his neck. "You're so warm Justin." As she brushed her hand against his chest which was covered by a shirt.
"Thanks, I'm just glad we are here instead of in an apartment without heat. It would be brutally cold in there right now. We probably would freeze." Justin replied.
"Nah, we could cuddle to stay warm." Zoe replied.
"Speaking of, sorry about last night. My body has a mind of its own, especially down there." Justin replied embarrassed about what had happened.
Zoe turned her head up to him. "Justin, look at me." He did seeing her eyes up close as they were but a mere few inches away. "Never be sorry to me. Your willy whacker did what any sensible penis does when a woman is extremely close; you got hard." Zoe said with a grin seeing Justin turn three shades of red in five seconds. She moved forward and gently kissed | null | [] |
him on the lips before pulling back. She turned away seeing the shock in his eyes and began to silently cry. Justin was stunned by the kiss but regained his sense and saw Zoe turned away.
"Zoe." Justin said with her not looking at him, she just sat there and didn't say a word to him or look at him. He stretched his arm out and pulled at her left hand which caught her attention and made her look at him. He saw tears streaming down her cheeks slowly from those precious eyes of hers. He pulled her in for a hug, "I'm sorry I made you upset."
"You didn't make me upset, I'm crying because I've fallen in love with... You." Zoe said as another tear made its way down her left cheek. "I'm just so messed up, falling in love with my brother." She said as more tears made their way down her cheeks collecting enough to drop onto her shirt.
"You're not messed up Zoe. It takes two to love." He said as he put two of his fingers up underneath her chin and pushing it up so she would look at him. They stared at one another for a minute as Justin wiped the tears away from her cheeks. He moved in towards her and pressed his lips to hers as he cocked his head as he moved his hand around to her low cut hair and felt it's softness as his fingers moved through it. Justin parted his lips and pressed his tongue lightly at her lips seeing if she would accept like a knock at a door. She parted allowing him to enter and she tasted him along with a little bit of Mountain Dew. He pulled at her shirt with his hand exposing her left shoulder and slowly moved away from their kiss and trailed his lips down to her neck and gently kissed it.
Zoe cried, only this time is was tears of love knowing she was accepted by Justin. She looked at his hair as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. "Justin!!" Zoe said as he bit her on the shoulder. "I love you Justin!" He moved his hands down to the hem of her shirt and began to lift it. Slowly he pulled it up to reveal her boobs still covered in her pink bra as it came over her head. She looked at Justin's eyes and could see the love, the lust, and the man she had wanted all along. She moved her hands to her back and unclasped the bra letting it fall in between their bodies. She looked at him and he looked back.
"Justin, I want to wait. I'm sorry. It's just I'm still waiting for the tests to come back and I wouldn't wanna do it on Lindsey's pullout couch." She said frowning.
"I understand Zoe, I just got carried away. But you are ever so beautiful that I wouldn't wanna look at another woman for the rest of my life." He said with a smile.
"You're always a suck up." Zoe replied laying back on the bed.
Justin followed suit and lay next to her as she covered her nipples with her hands. "I can't help but be a suck up with you; besides you are half naked next to me."
"Thanks, I love you." Zoe said as she rolled next to him and then pushed up to straddle him. She looked at him as she pressed herself up to leaned back. "Justin, I was approached a week ago by the District Attorney's Office. They asked me to consider a deal they wanted to offer him. Four years prison, Ten on parole and no trial."
"What did you say?" Justin asked while looking up at her body and to her face.
"I would think about it and I have. I'm going for the deal. I don't want a trial because I just want that to be behind me. I can't stand to go up on the stand and testify and I surely don't want you to have to do the same especially consider our newly formed relationship." Zoe said as she reached for his right hand and pulled it up to her chest.
"Okay, it's always your decision and I will respect it." Justin said and pulled her back down to embrace her in a hug. "Come on, let's get some rest."
The next day they were able to return to their apartment building with heat and gas restored on top of the power being turned back on. Zoe cleaned the fridge out considering no power for two days made pretty much everything spoiled. They were lucky as since the problem was deemed "caused by years of neglect by the building owner", all the tenants were given half off the rent for the next three months which helped Zoe and Justin with living expenses that they received from their trust funds.
Zoe contacted the DA's office and gave them the go ahead on the deal. They asked her to be present during the sentencing which they would schedule for the 5th of January. Zoe and Justin got back into the regular routine of going to Columbia only to let out for the Christmas and New Years break. Not much was said between them about their new relationship as they got busy with the everyday life that was around them.
Zoe came home from the final day of her class before the break to get the mail from the mail holder in the lobby. She saw the envelope from the Department of Health of the City of New York. She took it upstairs and went into the apartment to find Justin sitting on the couch looking as if he was dozing off but her opening the door awakened him.
"Hey Zoe." He said to her.
"Hey, how was your day?"
"Stellar! Only one week till Christmas." She said as she sat her book bag down and sat next to him holding the envelope. She held it out and just looked down at it.
"What's that?" Justin said to her.
"I'm guessing my tests results from the STD screening." She said unsure of what it would say. "Can you open it for me?" She turned and asked him.
"Together!" He said grabbing one half of it and began breaking the seal. Slowly they pulled the sheet of paper out and unfolded it.
Zoe began reading it out loud.
"Dear Ms. Zoe Redmond, on behalf of the Health Department of the City of New York, here are the results of your post trauma STD results." Zoe began looking down the list. "Negative, Negative, Negative, they are all Negative Justin." Zoe said shedding a tear from her left eye.
Justin hugged her tightly, "It's a good thing Zoe. A very good thing." He said as he kissed her cheek. She turned her body towards him and began kissing him on the lips.
"Yeah, it is because I was afraid he may have given me something." She then kissed him again slipping her tongue into his mouth and turning her body towards him and pushed him back down on the couch. She straddled him while they still were clothed. "You owe me a date!" She said pulling back from him.
"Okay! Where would you like to go?" Justin asked.
"You'll have to surprise me." Zoe said getting up.
"That I can do Zoe. I love you more than anything in the world sis." He said as she walked off towards the kitchen.
"I love you too pumpkin." She replied swaying her hips as she walked.
Zoe rode in a Taxi with Justin beside her as they headed down Broadway. Justin wouldn't tell her where they were going and kept it a surprise by having her wear a blindfold for the duration of the ride. It being Christmas Eve also brought excitement to her. Their true first date would hopefully be memorable. Justin was holding her hand as they continued to their destination. She couldn't help but feel beautiful as she was wearing a Violet colored Dress with her hair dyed a light shade of red with a bit of orange streaks.
"We are here!" Justin said softly to her announcing their arrival. He opened the door allowing the sounds of the street they were on to fill the cab. He grabbed her hand and helped her out of the cab. She stepped out of the cab feeling a slight cold breeze. "Okay, time for the reveal." Justin stepped behind her and began undoing the blindfold. It fell away from her face and she opened her eyes to a patio with tables and chairs with a sign over hanging it.
"Carmine's!" Zoe said out loud. Zoe has always loved Italian food. "Thank you!" Zoe said to him.
They walked in and Justin gave their name for the reservation that he made. They were taken to a booth in the back per Justin's request. Once they were seated, the waitress came over to take their drink order and asked if they would like Mozzarella Cheese Sticks and Marina sauce which they did order.
"I can't believe you brought me here Justin. I didn't want you to spend so much money on me for our first real date." Zoe said to him after the waitress left.
"It's no problem. It's our first date and it's also Christmas Eve Zoe." Justin replied then added, "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."
"I know Justin, still thank you for being... my everything." Zoe said with her eyes beginning to tear up. Justin moved his arm across the table and grabbed Zoe's left hand. He continued to hold it giving all the support she needed. "Thank you."
"I want Ravioli!" Zoe said.
"Deal." Justin replied.
They waited for the waitress to come back and ordered the Ravioli for two. They began talking about school and what they thought of Columbia so far.
"I want to know something Justin. If we do continue with our relationship, are you willing to lose everything to be with me?" Zoe asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, lose everything to be with me. What happens when people find out about us? One person already knows about us, but what if mom knew, our grandparents, and friends back home." Zoe said with a worried look in her eyes.
"I will admit the thought is worrying me, but it's something that is down the road. We are here, they are at home. We are going to be here for four years. It's enough time for us to explore our relationship and then decide what we are to the world. Brother and sister or a loving couple who are soul mates." Justin replied just as the waitress was coming with a tray towards their table.
"Here is your order." The waitress said to them as she put the plates on the table.
"Thank you" Justin said to the waitress as she began walking away. "I don't think I will have any room for dessert." Justin added looking at Zoe.
"Me neither." Zoe added looking at her plate filled to the brim.
They ate without saying anything but exchanging glances at one another while listening to the soft melodies of music that filled the restaurant. The rolls that came with their food disappeared one by one until they were gone. They slowly ate until they were full.
"Thank you for taking me out on this date." Zoe said rubbing her belly which was full.
A few minutes later their waitress came over to remove the plates from the table. "Would you like a menu for dessert?"
Justin looked at Zoe who shook her head to affirm no from her. "Thank you for the offer but we are filled up." Justin replied to her. She put the bill on the table and pushed it towards Justin seeing that this was most likely a date that they were on.
Justin grabbed the bill as she left and put his Credit card with it and sat it back down. A few minutes later and they were heading out the door. "Let's walk a little bit."
They walked up Broadway slowly block by block, even though it was very cold. Zoe was bundled up, but being in a dress allowed the cool crisp air to surround her legs. "Justin, I'm starting to get cold." Zoe said as they came to an entrance to the Subway.
"Okay, we'll take the Subway the rest of the way." Justin said and began walking with Zoe to the entrance. They wait for the next train while waiting on the bench. Zoe looked on as two women walked holding hands obviously that they were lovers. She turned to Justin and nudged him to look.
"They are cute aren't they?" Zoe asked of Justin and he looked where she was looking to the two beautiful blonde's who were sitting on a bench not too far away. Zoe turned to him and moved closer to him. She looked up to him and inched closer until her lips met his. She kissed him in the openness of the subway station, the first time they have ever been intimate in the public eye. She broke the kiss as the train entered the station and slowed to a stop. They got up and took the train to the 116th Street stop. They then made their way to their apartment building.
Justin opened the door letting Zoe walk in first. She took off her scarf and jacket before sitting down on the couch. Justin proceeded to join her and touched her left hand which was cold. "You're freezing."
"Yeah, but I'll be warm in no time."
"Why is that?" Justin asked.
Instead of responding, Zoe moved closer to Justin and pulled at his cheek and began to kiss him. She pushed further by opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out probing his lips. Justin got the message and opened up allowing her to take the lead. She pulled the straps of her dress to her side and let the straps fall off her shoulders. It fell revealing her breasts where her nipples were razor sharp. Justin grabbed her dress and pulled it lower to her waist. "No Bra!"
"Take me to bed!" Zoe said to Justin who wrapped his arms up under Zoe and picked her up. He shifted his right arm up her back to bring her closer to him. She leaned forward into him and gave him another kiss as he walked them down the hall towards her bed. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and went towards her bed. He sat on the edge of the bed still holding Zoe as they kissed.
Justin broke the kiss and looked at Zoe. "I won't be offended if you didn't want to do this. Don't let me pressure you into this."
"You're not Justin; I'm just giving you a very nice Christmas present." Zoe replied and pulled at his shirt and began lifting it up and over his head. She backed off the bed and stood up with her dress hanging on her waist. She pulled it up and over her head leaving her wearing just red silk panties and her shoes. She pushed on one side of the panties and they began to fall to the ground. She looked at Justin as he sat on the bed and could clearly see the meat in his pants growing.
"God, you're beautiful!" Justin said as Zoe began to walk towards him. She put her right hand out and pushed Justin back onto the bed and got up on it as well and put her knees on either side of him. She pulled at the button on his pants and undid it with a look of lust on her face.
"I want you out of these clothes." Zoe said and began tugging his pants down along with his underwear. She gasped when his cock sprang free, and once his pants and underwear were off, she moved up towards him. She began kissing him again, this time with a need, a desire for him.
She reached down with her right hand and took a hold of his cock, feeling how warm it was, how soft his skin was, how much she wanted it inside her. She began guiding him to her entrance, and once his cock made contact, she rubbed it around for a moment before she began sinking down upon him. Slowly the walls flexed to make room for him as he entered her, and she felt the walls of her pussy closing in as his cock head passed by. She finally bottomed out with him filling her completely.
She rested for a moment savoring the feeling of her brother, her twin, her un-denying true love. For the first time in their lives, they entered into a new realm. The realm of passion, lust and the warmth of a soul mate as Justin put his arms around her back pulling her into him as they lay joined for the first time. He slowly began thrusting his hips upwards as Zoe pushed off with one of hands and began riding Justin. She took a hold of his left hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed his hand before intertwining it with hers. Justin thrust harder which caused Zoe to moan as he just hit her cervix. "AH!! JUSTIN!" She said just as an immense orgasm came over her. Justin continued to thrust despite the constriction of her pussy around his cock.
He knew he was extremely close. "I'm close Zoe!"
"Cum in me!"
"But what I..." Justin began to rebut her but was cut off by Zoe as she opened her eyes and looked at Justin with his brown eyes before closing her eyes again.
"It's okay!"
With that Justin picked up his pace thrusting his hips into her harder and harder. He was buried deep within; still holding her hands he gripped them tighter than he thought possible as he unleashed volley after volley into her. Zoe felt it, the pulsing of Justin's shaft buried within her as Justin stopped thrusting. He finally eased his grip on her hands.
Zoe opened her eyes to see Justin with tears running down the side of his face. She eased forward and came to a rest on his chest and then notice she was crying as well. She still felt his cock within her but not as hard as he was just a mere minute ago.
"Justin, why are you crying?" Zoe asked with her head turned to the side.
"Because that was the best moment of my life. Being here with you and being together. I love you!" He said as he brought his arms up and around her holding her in a hug.
"I love you too! And yes, that was spectacular to say the least." Zoe replied.
They rested for a good bit before uncoupling so Justin could go use the bathroom. Zoe sat up against the headboard and looked at her hands. "Damn!" She looked as you could see where Justin was holding her hands as his finger nails had broken her skin in several places. A minute later and Justin walked back into the room. Zoe held up her hands and showed them to him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you Zoe. I'll get the hydrogen peroxide." He replied.
"No, I don't need it. Come here." She said to him. "You come lay down, I'll be back in a minute." Zoe said getting up and going towards the bathroom. She peed and brushed her teeth before heading back to her bed. She walked in to find Justin underneath the covers waiting for her. She slipped into the covers and rolled over to cuddle up next to Justin. She put her right hand on his chest feeling the subtle hair that dotted his chest.
"It's after midnight. Merry Christmas Justin, I love you." She said before kissing his chest just near the center between his man nipples.
"Merry Christmas, and yes I love you too Zoe." Justin replied as he kissed the top of her head. Slowly, they fell into a soft sleep comforted by the love they shared for one another.
Justin awakened to Zoe snoring softly. He found it funny as he's never heard her snore before. Even in sleep he found her beautiful and stunning. He found her new hair style added a new level of sexiness to her with it being short and dyed a reddish color. He had a bad case of morning wood as it was poking Zoe's left thigh. He looked over at the clock, "Zoe, Zoe!" He said softly into her ear.
"Hmmmm, let me sleep in." She moaned to him.
"We already have.. It's 11:30. We have to get a shower and dressed to go over to Matt's home." Justin replied pushing the covers up off of him. He got up off the bed and walked around towards the door with his stiff hard on. Zoe had opened her eyes when he began moving and then saw him come into view.
Zoe whistled seeing his bare ass walk towards the door. "Cute butt." Zoe said giggling.
"Not as cute as yours." Justin replied walking out.
Three hours later, they were both sitting at the table with Lindsay, Mike and Mark and their mother Pam. They all were eating a Christmas meal together. Zoe and Justin sat next to each other with Mike and Lindsay sitting across from them with Pam and Mark at the ends of the table.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make!" Mike said out loud and looked at Lindsay. "Lindsay and I are dating if any of you were wondering." Zoe looked at Lindsay who was beaming with Joy.
"We just started dating but I can say for sure that he and I are made for each other." Lindsay said.
"Congrats!" Zoe said smiling at Lindsay and looked over a Justin.
"Is it too early to start wedding talk?" Pam piped up and started laughing as everyone else began to laugh with the exception of Mike who was turning red.
"So anyway," Lindsay said after her laughing subsided, "Mike and I are going to Time's Square for the ball drop. Would anyone like to go with us? Zoe I know you want too." Lindsay said and looked at Zoe.
"Yeah I would, Justin would you go with us?" Zoe turned and looked at Justin.
He looked at her for a moment, "Yeah, it'll be our first time being in New York during New Year's."
"Alright, Pam and Mark what about you?" Lindsay asked.
"No, I'm too old for that kind of thing now." Pam said to them with a smile on her face.
"I thank you for the offer but my girlfriend and I are doing our own thing next weekend." Mark replied.
They finished eating and all went into the living room to watch the Giants play the Packers. Zoe stepped outside for a few minutes as she was getting hot. A few minutes later, Pam joined Zoe out on the porch. She looked over at Zoe who was standing next to the railing and looking out upon the neighborhood.
"You okay? You look like you're lost in your thoughts over there." Pam said to her.
Zoe turned and looked at Pam; she had tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what to do!" Pam came over to her and hugged her.
"Talk to me, tell me what is going on." Pam said holding her.
"Why must I be so screwed up." Zoe said while still crying.
"You may think your screwed up, but truth be told being screwed up, getting screwed, screwing people over is unfortunately a part of life." Pam said to her which made her giggly slightly.
"I love Justin!" Zoe said.
Pam held her and thought before responding. "If you mean to say that you love Justin or you are in love with Justin." Pam said.
Zoe waited a minute and then pulled back from the hug and looked at Pam. "The latter. Last night was our first time together. I don't want him to get hurt by me or for me. If people find out about us, we'll be damned by society for being together." Zoe said.
"You know, the first time we met I could tell who your heart belonged too. You didn't force yourself upon Justin and I'm pretty sure he didn't force you. Sometimes, we just can't help who we fall in love with. If you love him, be open with him and make choices together. Sex is just one aspect of a relationship, I could tell during dinner that you two are clearly more than a brother and sister, more than twins, but I didn't say anything." Pam said to her as she rubbed Zoe's shoulder. "Just take things one day at a time. One thing I learned by 9/11 happening is that tomorrow may not come, we take things for granted and don't say what we should be saying. Enjoy the time you have with people, especially those you love." Pam said and her eyes began to water. "Even after a decade I still shed tears when I talk or think about Jonathan."
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you cry." Zoe said. "But I do thank you for the advice."
"It's no problem kiddo. Let's go hang out with the others and watch the Giants get beat." Pam said to her with a smile.
"Alright, what's the score." Zoe said as they began walking to the door.
Zoe and Justin stood at the railing in Times Square with Lindsay and Mike a mere few feet away. Zoe looked up to the clock which showed three minutes and twenty seconds to midnight. Zoe was bundled up well as it was in the forties tonight. As the clock began the seconds countdown, she pulled Justin down to her to tell him "I love you, and I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."
He pulled her to him and hugged her briefly before releasing her as it reached the ten second mark with the ball almost to the bottom. He held Zoe's hand as the clock hit zero and the confetti and balloons began to fall into Times Square. Zoe was smiling and began to sing with the crowd. Justin was nudged by Mike who handed him his phone to take pictures. He began snapping them of Mike and Lindsay who were holding hands and then began to kiss as Justin took pictures. They stopped kissing and Justin handed his phone and Mike's back to him and told him to take pictures of him and Zoe.
Justin pulled Zoe to him and together began making faces side by side. Justin pulled Zoe to him and touched his forehead to hers. They stayed like that for a moment before Justin moved his head down allowing his nose to be connected with hers. He moved his hand up to hold her neck and slowly she tilted upward to meet his lips, they began kissing and continued blocking out anything but each other as their mouths parted right in Times Square on New Years. Both of their eyes were closed fully taking in the touch, the warmth, the cold of the moment before Zoe pulled back slowly. She looked up in to Justin's eyes as he opened them. A tear ran down her left cheek which caught the attention of Justin. He moved his hand up to her cheek and brushed it away. "I love you!" Justin said to her silently as it was so noisy with the music of Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World. She turned her head and looked at Mike who looked like he was about to pass out with Lindsay standing next to him smiley at the moment that she had witnessed.
Zoe moved towards Mike and Lindsay. She hugged Mike and whispered in his ear, "It's strange I know, but we love each other." She said and then kissed him on the cheek before moving to Lindsay and hugging her and then began taking selfie's together. Justin and Mike joined the girls and all took several groups pictures together celebrating the New Year.
Justin pushed open the door to the apartment with Zoe in front of him as they kissed fiercely as they walked in. He pushed the door shut behind them and reached out behind and turned the deadbolt. He looked at Zoe who was already shedding her clothes as they made their way to the couch. She pulled her sweater off and then grabbed for her shirt and pulled it off leaving her bra the only thing remaining except for her Jeans and panties.
Justin pushed her back making her land on the couch as he dropped to his knees and reached for her hips. He pulled her forward went for the button and zipper and undid them before reaching around to the side's and began tugging on them to pull them off. As he did that, Zoe pulled her bra off. He took her jeans and panties off and threw them towards the hallway. He moved up some and began kissing her again with lust, passion and the desire for her and only her. He began moving down making his way to her breasts. He sucked on the left for a few seconds before moving to the right and teased it biting lightly making her gasp slightly. He released it and slowly kissed his way down to her navel tonguing the little hole before trailing all the way to her pussy leaving a trail of saliva as evidence of his desire for her. He pushed her legs apart allowing him ample room to please her. He began by licking her clit slowly as he inserted two of his fingers into her. He slowly fingered her as he continued to ravish her clit with his tongue.
"OH! GAWD!! Justin, AH!" She said as he ramped up his fingering making her cum. Her fluids coated his fingers suddenly. "Stop, stop!!" She said to him as it was too much for her. He moved up and kissed her. "I'm sorry, it was just too much." She said after breaking the kiss.
"It's okay; I know I went to town there." He replied looking into her green eyes. She pushed him back to the other side of the couch and pulled on the button to his pants.
"You're overdressed!" Zoe said pushing the zipper down and pulled his pants down to his knees. He got the message and using his feet pulled the pants off the rest of the way. She grasped his cock and pumped him a few times while pushing her tits into his face letting him kiss them as she moved somewhat. She felt him getting harder until she couldn't wait anymore, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down on him hard, burying him into her. She eased up some before sinking back down and began rocking on his cock. She could feel every millimeter of his cock as it flexed its way into her. She leaned back arching her back applying more pressure to his pelvis. "Fuck me hard Justin." Zoe said to him.
He indeed did fuck her hard; he began pushing up off the couch with his pelvis crashing into her as she sank down on his cock. "I'm close Zoe!" Justin said as he continued to pummel her pussy. She leaned back into him as suddenly a wave hit her making her cum around Justin as he rammed into her. He began grunting as he fired off into her eight pulses of his cum. He still rocked her for a minute afterwards with her laying her head on his shoulder. He leaned her back to see her eyes closed.
"Zoe!" Justin said trying to wake her. He shook her for a few seconds before she opened her eyes. Justin was near a panic until she did open her eyes.
"That felt so great, I passed out from the fucking." Zoe said looking at Justin. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"You had me worried!" Justin replied.
"Happy New Year Justin! You have a wonderful loving sister and a sexy as girlfriend all in one. Can you carry me to the bedroom? My legs won't work after that pounding." Zoe said.
"You wanna go to sleep now considering its five A.M.?" Justin replied.
"Yeah, the best sleep you can get is after you've had a good fucking which I just did." She replied as Justin picked her up and walked to her bedroom.
A week later Zoe sat in the first row behind the prosecutor in the courtroom with Justin, Lindsay and Mike. Sitting at the defendants table was David Mclendon. He was about to stand and enter a plea of guilty. She looked at him with anger and hate for what he did to her. But instead of facing a trail and more trauma, she was willing to let him take a plea.
"Yes your Honor, I plead guilty to Rape and false imprisonment. I know what I did was wrong and that I need help." David said to the Judge.
"Very well, I sentence you to as agreed upon by the prosecutor and the victim to a sentence of four years in prison with ten years of supervised parole. You are to reside at the Woodbourne Correctional Facility for the next four years. Court adjourned." The judge said before getting up and leaving the room.
David looked at Zoe and then Justin. Detective Murray and Detective Fitzpatrick came up to David. "David Mclendon, you are under arrest for the rape of Christy Donaldson, Jessica Morton, and Holly Brewster. You have the right to remain silent..." Detective Murray said to him as they began walking to the door.
Zoe was shocked as he was walked out of the room. "Hey Ms. Redmond." Detective Fitzpatrick said. "I didn't get a chance to call you as we just got the results this morning. When David was arrested, his DNA was entered into the system and it came back with a hit to three other open cases. Suffice to say, he will be going away for a long time."
"Thank you!" Zoe said with tears in her eyes with Justin half hugging her as she walked off.
Zoe with Justin, Mike, and Lindsay walked out of the court house together as friends. Although one thing was certain, Zoe was not the same person she was when she came to New York City six months ago. Justin wasn't either by a long shot. Together, they braved the new world, the new relationship that had evolved between them, the twist and turns that come with life, one day at a time.
Part 3: Back at the Resort
Zoe and her mother looked at each other as Zoe finished telling her story. During the story, especially the trauma that Zoe faced Teresa was crying learning of the horrific experience. But she also had tears as Zoe told her of the passion that she felt for Justin.
"You should have called me when all of that happened Zoe, I'm your mother! And I do understand that you were worried that I would want you and Justin to come back home." Teresa said finishing off her sixth drink. "We should start walking back."
Zoe looked at her phone, seeing three texts from Justin and the time which was almost one a.m. They got up, leaving a tip on the table, and began to walk back to the room. They had a good fifteen minute walk ahead of them.
"So, you haven't said how you really feel about our relationship." Zoe said to her.
Teresa stopped walking which gained the attention of Zoe who also stopped and turned back to face her. "Zoe, seeing your children having sex in the middle of the night in a bed next to you and then finding out that they've been doing it for over a year isn't something that can sink in five minutes." She bit her lip choosing her next words carefully. "I will say this, you and Justin are adults in the eyes of the law, but above all else I love you both and even though it's not what I would want, you two will continue to be with each other regardless of what I were to say. I'm not condemning you and banishing you but I would like it if you two would seriously think about the consequences of your relationship. How far have you and Justin thought ahead?"
Zoe looked at her and thought for a moment. "We had planned on seeing where we were in our relationship when we graduate in a few years. But every day that passes, we grow even more connected, more passionate about one another. I mean, I don't wanna lose what we have with each other. We don't have all the answers and we have friends who help us and guide us and we want you to be a part of that group too mom." Zoe said.
"Come here." Teresa said holding her arms out. Zoe moved towards her and embraced her. "I love you and Justin, I need a little time to accept this but I won't lose you two. You're grown enough to make your own choices and I hope that you don't ever hurt each other." They broke the hug and looked at each other. "Let's get back to the room; your brother is probably worried."
They made it back to the room and as the door opened, saw Justin sitting in the chair watching the TV on mute. "Sorry we're coming in so late. Where's Lizzy?" Teresa said to Justin, as Zoe followed her in.
"Yeah it's late, Lizzy is sleeping." Justin said getting up and was surprised when his mother came over to him and hugged. She didn't say a word and just held onto him. Finally, she broke the hug.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom and get into bed." Teresa said to them before walking towards it. She disappeared into it and Justin looked at Zoe who was almost to him.
"Can I ask what that was about?" Justin said as she kissed him on the lips. She held the kiss for a minute before pulling back.
"She knows!" Zoe said.
"How!" Justin said more than a question with an expression of worry on his face.
"Let's just say, you shouldn't have sex in the middle of the night with your mother only seven feet away. She woke up during the storm and saw us. She and I talked, and I told her everything that happened." Zoe said with a tear beginning to form in her left eye. "She listened and said that she needs time to accept our choice to be together. We owe her that!" Just then, they heard the door to the bathroom open and their mother walked out towards the bed.
Justin whispered to Zoe, "What do we do?"
Zoe looked around at their mother who was getting in bed but made eye contact with Zoe. They held their eyes upon one another before they broke contact and Zoe looked back at Justin. "We take things one day at a time, and make the most of them that we can." Zoe said to him and hugged him.
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*Thanks to SlaveGirl70 for the help with editing. She suffered so you don't have to.
This is a romance in the shadow of betrayal and revenge.*
The star-filled Arizona sky was fixed in the windshield as the rest of the state raced past. There were no tail lights ahead and the nearest headlights had merged into a single point in the rearview mirror. Jack relished the clear views and long straight roads of desert driving. He knew that moonrise would soon mask the stars, so he peered over the steering wheel to take them in.
Ancient cinder cones approached on both sides of the road as his thoughts drifted to his now ex-wife. He flashed back to the afternoon he caught her in their bed with Peter. She said that it wasn't what it looked like and that she had done nothing wrong. She asked how he could not trust her after all these years and made it sound like the whole mess was his fault. Just thinking about it drove his blood pressure up and blocked the beauty of the night sky from his mind. He pushed the feelings of betrayal and anger aside, disengaged his mind, and simply drove.
Two dim tail lights emerged from the darkness at the roadside. One of the lights blinked, then blinked again. The deep yellow filament of a flashlight on its last gasp begged for his attention. He slowed to see a woman waving frantically as he passed. He stopped, then reversed to her car.
The woman ran to the passenger window. "Could you please help me?" she pleaded.
"I can't get the spare tire on. I'm sure it will be easy for you."
There was a desperation in her voice that Jack couldn't refuse. He backed his car behind hers so that his headlights lit the vacant rear passenger wheel well. Her car was an early Ford Falcon. It was in good shape for a car that was more than fifty years old, but apparently not in good enough shape.
Jack held the spare up to the studs. "This spare is from a different car, isn't it?"
"Is that a problem?" She looked over his shoulder as Jack showed her that the holes in the wheel were a half inch further apart than the studs on the brake drum.
He got his first look at her while she was illuminated by the headlights. She was wearing a vintage dress. Horn rimmed glasses framed her dark eyes, and deep red lipstick accented her lips. Her dark hair was styled like it belonged with her car and clothes in the early 1960s. The woman herself was young, probably in her mid twenties.
He looked up at her and said, "You need to put the good tire on the good wheel."
"My sister lives in Quartzsite, which is just down the road. Maybe I can do it there."
Jack checked his phone to find it had no signal. "We can't call her, but I can give you a ride if you want."
He turned off her car's parking lights while he waited for her to think. He made a habit of helping people. It was the right thing to do, and he liked the way it made him feel about himself.
She contemplated her situation. Jack was the only person that had stopped in the five hours she been at the roadside. His help was her only option.
"Please give me a lift." she said.
They put the flat, the spare and her bags in the back of his truck. Jack opened the passenger door and offered his hand to help her in.
"Please don't touch me," she said. She sat with her knees together and her hip pressed against the door. Her hands clutched her handbag, which she held tightly in her lap. She stared straight ahead.
"Where are you from?" Jack thought that maybe a conversation would help her relax.
"Chicago."
"Did you drive all the way from Chicago in that Falcon?"
"Yes."
After a couple more one-word answers he gave up on making conversation. They spent the next fifteen minutes listening to the sound of the road passing by.
Jack pulled off the highway at Quartzsite and into a truck stop for gas. "Do you want to give your sister a call?"
It was now after 11, she was at a truck stop in a strange town, and she was flat broke. Her mind grasped for options, but there were none; she'd been out of options since before she left Chicago. Desperation lead her to ask her sister for help and then her sister quit answering the phone. She didn't have to call to know her sister wouldn't answer now.
She dialed anyway, waited, then said, "She's not picking up."
In the light of the gas pumps Jack could see that her left eye was black and blue from a recent beating. There was a fading yellow bruise from an earlier beating on her right cheek. On her left arm was tattooed, "Fuck Yourself, Not Me" and on her right arm was, "Crucify Your Rapist."
She caught him looking and put her arms behind her back.
The signs of abuse made him even more sympathetic to her plight. "I can give you a ride to her house if you'd like."
Her sister lived in a double-wide about fifteen minutes south of town. She knocked on the door, but the lights were out and there was no answer.
Jack knocked on the trailer next door where an elderly snowbird was still watching TV. He asked if they knew anything about their neighbors.
"They moved out a few weeks ago. It's been a lot quieter since they left."
"Do you know where they went?"
"They didn't say. It's not like we were friendly, with those two fighting all the time."
There was no reason to stay, so they got back into Jack's truck and drove back into town.
Jack tried to figure out what he was going to do with this girl. He couldn't just dump her at the truck stop, and the town didn't look like a hotbed for social services. He pondered the tattoos on her arms and the hookers he'd seen on the street corners of Los Angeles. This girl was on a slippery slope that there was no easy way off.
He pulled into the McDonald's next to the truck stop.
"Do you want anything?" he asked.
She shook her head.
He bought two combos then joined her at a table. He ate a couple of bites of one burger then said, "I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought I was. Do you want this?" He pushed the tray with the other combo across the table.
She despised being patronised, but she was hungry and she knew he was trying to be kind. While eating, she studied her benefactor. He was in his late thirties. He was reasonably good looking and fairly fit. He wore a long sleeve shirt and cargo pants that must have come from the outdoor section of a sporting goods store. His truck was a well-worn SUV. It was packed for camping and was covered in dirt. She guessed he was on his way home from a camping trip, but who goes camping alone? She tried to figure what he would want for helping her. Even though he looked tame enough, he would want something, everyone wanted something.
After she finished eating he asked, "What's your plan?"
She used to have a plan. She was going to live with her sister for a couple of months, save some money, then move into an apartment of her own. Now she had a couple of bags of personal crap, a piece of shit car that was stranded twenty one miles east of town and two worthless tires. There was about $27 in her purse and some offensive tattoos on her arms.
"I think my only good option is to marry you."
He laughed. "I don't even know your name."
"I'm Cathryn," she said as she held out her hand.
Jack shook her hand and said, "I'm honored to be the one you'd like to resent for the rest of your life."
After they laughed he said, "Seriously, what are you going to do?"
"Do you mean tomorrow, or for the rest of my life?"
"Let's start with tonight. Where are you going to sleep?"
Her heart dropped at the question. It was getting late and it looked more and more like she was going to be sleeping with this stranger.
He went through a similar calculation. It was almost midnight. If he left now, it would be at least a quarter to four before he got home. He imagined himself staying awake by winding himself up with thoughts of his ex and his former friend, but he had suffered enough self abuse lately. He also felt obliged to help Cathryn. It wasn't that he owed her anything; it was that the task of helping her was only half done, and he needed to finish what he had started. She needed a place to sleep, so he needed to find a room.
There were only a few motels in town. The two they could see from the McDonald's had the 'No Vacancy' signs lit, but they went in to talk to one of the receptionists anyway.
Jack asked, "Do you know where we could get a room?"
"Sorry, we're full. The Gem Expo is this week, so everybody's full."
Jack searched the map on his phone for the closest town with a motel while the receptionist scrolled through something on her computer.
She said, "I have one room that might work. They checked out late, so housekeeping didn't clean it. I'll let you have it if you'll make the bed."
Jack said, "I guess we'll take it."
The receptionist checked them in then retrieved some sheets and towels. She gave the room keys to Jack and the towels and sheets to Cathryn.
Cathryn weighed the sheets, then asked, "How many beds are in the room?"
"Just one queen. Is that a problem?"
Cathryn gave Jack a panicked look.
Jack asked, "We're not married. Is there a cot one of us could sleep on?"
"I'm sorry, everything is out."
On the short walk from the lobby to the room Jack said, "Don't worry. I'll sleep on the sofa or the floor or something."
Cathryn wondered if this guy was for real. She knew there were lots of nice people in the world, but they never stopped on the highway after dark. She inspected the room then said, "We should both just sleep in the bed, but please don't touch me, alright?"
Jack consented. He crawled under the covers in his boxers and a t-shirt and was asleep moments later.
Cathryn wore a vintage nightgown that was sexy without being revealing. She laid under the covers and contemplated her financial situation, the whereabouts of her sister and the fate of her car. She went over everything she knew about Jack. Was he as nice as he seemed? He treated her like a damsel in distress, which was much better than being treated like the sleazy bitch she'd become in Chicago. She didn't want to be that person ever again.
The room heater gradually caught up with the chill in the room. Jack turned in his sleep and kicked off the covers as he rolled onto his back. A beam of moonlight slipped through a gap in the blinds to illuminate his erect penis poking through the gap in his boxers.
Cathryn flashed back to the last time she had seen a penis and the beating that had followed. Thoughts of her rape rose up from the grave she had tried to bury them in. She began to sweat, and her breathing became shallow as a wave of anxiety washed over her. She had to get out of the room. She quickly changed, grabbed her handbag and quietly closed the door.
Jack woke the next morning to find himself alone. Cathryn's luggage was still on the floor, her toiletries were still by the sink and her nightgown was draped over the chair. He slowly showered, shaved and dressed. He watched the local news from Phoenix and otherwise lingered in the room. He called the front desk for messages and checked the cash and cards in his wallet.
On his slow walk to breakfast he noticed that the Falcon's tires were still in the back of his truck. After breakfast he had the tires fixed and killed time in the motel room. At noon he loaded her stuff into his truck and checked out of the room. As he left, he asked the receptionist if she had seen a girl with offensive tattoos on her arms.
"No, but the police wanted to know if anyone was asking about a missing girl."
The police station was a sand-colored building in a sandy lot. Jack asked the officer behind the desk if he knew anything about Cathryn.
"Is that the girl with 'Fuck You' tattooed on her arm?"
"Yea, I suppose so."
"The judge thought she was a flight risk, so the bail is set pretty high."
Bail was just within reach of Jack's combined credit cards. "Holy crap. What are the charges?"
"Soliciting, possession of narcotics and resisting arrest."
Soliciting didn't fit with what Jack knew about Cathryn, but resisting arrest did. "What were the narcotics?"
"Pot. This isn't Colorado you know," said the cop.
Cathryn's mood was bleak. The crack-whore in the cell with her had provided a dismal foreshadowing of her future. She signed some paperwork and collected her handbag. She was surprised to see Jack, but happy he was still around.
They drove east to her car. She watched from inside his truck as he mounted the wheel, lowered the jack and put the tools in her trunk. She felt like she was crossing the finish line for a race that was long over. She got out of the truck and said, "We're wasting our time. I don't have enough money for gas and I don't have anywhere to go even if I did."
The sun was bright but the air was cool. Jack sat on his heels and rehashed what he had been thinking all morning. He said, "...and you don't trust me."
"No, it's not that I don't trust you. Your dick freed itself last night and I couldn't control my anxiety. I saw your erection and I had to get out of the room."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Can I stay with you until I get my feet on the ground?"
Jack was relieved; he was afraid she would ask for money. He needed to get the bail money back, and this way he could keep an eye on her. He filled her tank in Quartzsite, then she followed him to his apartment in Los Angeles.
His apartment was smaller and less homey than she expected. Packed moving boxes filled the living room. The walls were bare and the refrigerator was nearly empty. She took a shower, then a nap and woke to the smell of soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.
"What's the story with your apartment?"
"I've only been divorced a couple of months. I haven't had a chance to get my shit together."
"How long were you married?"
"Seven years. I guess she'd been having an affair for the last two, so they kind of sucked, but it took me a while to figure out why."
"Did you know the guy?"
"Yea, he was a friend of mine."
"How did you find out?"
"I suspected something was going on. The clues piled up until I caught them in bed. I didn't want it to be true, but it was."
Jack swallowed a spoonful of soup then asked, "What's your story?"
She held out her arms. "Does this give you any clues?"
Jack reached out and held her arms. He ran his finger over the word 'rapist', then asked, "How old were you?"
"Much too young."
"So, this is before the bruises?"
Cathryn nodded.
"Do you have any family other than your sister?"
Cathryn shook her head, and Jack stopped asking questions.
Cathryn got a job as a waitress at a diner with a retro theme. She showed up at the interview looking the part and was hired on the spot. She worked as many shifts as she could and socked the money away. Jack set her room up with the essentials and installed a lock on her door. She insisted she didn't need it, but gave him a peck on the cheek once he'd finished. She hung up some art, unpacked some boxes and tried to make the house more of a home. Their schedules didn't mesh well, but when their time off aligned he showed her what he could of LA. They visited Venice Beach and the Getty Museum, saw the Hollywood sign and walked the Walk of Stars.
Deep down she sensed her ascent up the hierarchy of needs. She no longer worried about where she would sleep or what she would eat, and she wasn't apprehensive about her safety. She was even beginning to feel like she belonged. The girls at the diner accepted her as one of their own, and Jack treated her like feral cat that he was patiently domesticating. She realized that it would be very easy to take advantage of Jack. He let her live rent-free, kept food in the cupboard and didn't ask a lot of questions. In Chicago she might have been greedy, but that didn't feel right here and now. The bitterness that had once consumed her was abating. It was almost like she was happy.
They returned to Quartzsite the day before her trial. Her attorney suggested she plead guilty to the possession charges and innocent to soliciting and resisting. He advised her to wear a short sleeve shirt and pray for mercy from the court.
Cathryn had taken care of the reservations and checked them into the motel.
Jack said, "Hey, this is the same room we had the last time."
"It is."
"But there's only one bed."
Cathryn smiled and said, "...and I only have one night. I could be locked up tomorrow."
After Jack put the luggage down Cathryn turned to face him and said, "How come you've never tried to kiss me?"
"You told me you didn't want me to touch you."
"That was the first night. It's been almost two months. You've had plenty of opportunities."
"Do you want the real reason?"
"Tell me."
"It would be cheating. When you kiss me I want it to be because you want to kiss me, not because you owe me. I want you to be an independent woman, self sufficient and master of your own destiny. I want you to kiss me because of who I am, not what I've done for you."
She reached up and kissed his lips. "Don't you want to be the white knight that rescues the damsel and falls in love."
He slid his fingers through her hair and said, "No one can rescue you, but you."
"You don't think you rescued me that night?"
"I got you out of a jam." Jack reached down and took her hand. He lifted her arm and lightly brushed her tattoos. "This is your prison. All I can do is stand outside and hope you find a way to me."
She kissed him again. Her tongue breached his lips as he pulled her body tightly to his.
She push him away. "What if I never completely escape from my prison?"
He kissed her forehead. "I don't think you will ever be completely free of the emotional scars. But I don't want you to resent me in five years or seven years."
She undid the top button of his shirt. "I'm not the only person in the room with emotional scars, and I'm not willing to wait until the scars are fully healed."
Jack smiled and kissed her. Their tongues mingled in her mouth and then mingled in his. He pulled away and asked, "What happened the last time we were together in this room?"
"I didn't know you, and I wasn't ready."
"Are you ready now?"
"Almost, but I have some rules. You can't do anything that reminds me of my rapist. I want you to lie on the bed and let me take control. Don't touch me unless I tell you to touch me. Don't speak unless I speak to you, and don't moan, whatever you do, don't moan."
"No moaning. Got it."
Cathryn slowly undid the second button on his shirt. "Why did you stop for me that night?"
"It was the right thing to do."
"Yes but hundreds of people sped past. Why did you stop?"
She undid the next button while she waited for him to answer.
"I think it's because the man I aspire to be would stop. He's never in a hurry. He makes time for people. He always stops."
She undid the last button and slid his shirt off and slipped her fingers through the hair on his chest. "It would probably be easier to aspire to be an astronaut or the president."
"Yea, sometimes I get totally fucked."
She hooked her thumbs into his pants and pushed them down. "Well, you are going to get totally fucked tonight, that's for sure."
"I really hope you're being literal."
"Of course I am," she said as she pushed him until he fell onto the bed.
While he lay naked on the bed, she undressed and then slowly put on vintage lingerie. The bra pushed her tits into tight bullets and the panties went almost up to her navel. She took her time securing dark stockings to a garter belt.
She held up her arms and turned around for him to see. "Do you like?"
"Very much."
She sauntered into the bathroom and returned with her deep red lipstick. She casually applied the lipstick while looking in a mirror where he could watch. She touched up her hair and then inspected herself in the mirror. Once she was satisfied she put on a pair of long black gloves.
She looked into his eyes while she touched her gloved index finger to the tip of his big toe. Her eyes held his as her finger glided down his foot and up his leg.
"I want you to tell me something." She paused while tightening her grip on his gaze. Her finger was inches away from his cock. "I want to know your kryptonite."
His cock inexplicably surged. Was this a game? It had started off serious, but now they were way off in uncharted territory.
"I'm not Superman." It was the best he could come up with.
"Every man has a kryptonite. I need to know yours."
He knew what she wanted, but he didn't want to give it to her. He froze.
She sat down on the bed and playfully touched the tip of his nose, "Don't you want to play?"
"I do want to play."
"So, tell me something about yourself that no one else knows."
"Like what?"
"Tell me why your wife left you."
"I thought we already talked about that."
"You told me how, but you didn't say why."
"She was having an affair. He offered something I couldn't. I don't know." He feigned ignorance.
"Tell me more."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you're closed. You stop at the side of the road, and you drive me all over the desert, you put me up in a motel, and you let me live in your house, but you don't share anything of yourself and you don't tell me why. I want to know why."
She grabbed his cock, shook it, then said, "Come on out Jack, I want to know the real you."
"That's what Tess said. She said she never knew the real me."
"Was Tess your wife?"
"Yes."
"Did you love her?"
"Of course."
"Why did you let her go?"
"By the time she left, I didn't have a choice."
"Did she fuck you?"
"Of course, we were married."
"No, not literally, figuratively. Did she fuck you?" She was no longer playing. She stopped and looked into his eyes while she waited for an answer.
"Yes, she fucked me."
"Have a lot of girls fucked you?"
"Please stop."
"Why do you let them fuck you?"
"Someday I'm going to meet a girl that isn't going to fuck me over. When I do, it will make it all worthwhile."
That was enough for Cathryn. She removed her panties and crawled on top of him.
She sat on him with her knees at his ribs and her feet at his hips. He tried to stroke her thigh with his hand, but she grabbed his wrist and said, "You need to be good," and she put his hand at the corner of the mattress.
She moved her hips forward and back, rubbing her bushy pussy up and down the length of his shaft. He began to move his hips in unison with hers, but she stopped him, "Be still. Don't do anything."
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his cock to masterbate.
Eventually, she bent over and kissed him on the lips. He could feel the residue of her heavy lipstick on his lips. She kissed his cheek, his neck and his nipple. She kissed his stomach, his navel and then she kissed his cock. A trail of red rings marked her path to his penis.
She asked, "Do you think it's better to give or receive oral sex?"
"That depends on whether I can move or not."
"That's a good point." She slid down the bed so that she could take his penis into her mouth.
Jack thought she would give him a blowjob, but she just moved her lips up and down his erection. After a few round trips his penis was bright pink from her lipstick..
"There," she said. "You no longer have an aggressive cock. Now you have a polite pink penis. Isn't it adorable?" She gave it a little kiss.
"I suppose," Jack was not happy about having his penis referred to as polite, but he guessed that a polite penis was not something that a rapist would have.
Polite or not, his penis was hard. She had no trouble sliding it inside of her. She slowly raised herself up off of him, then breached her vagina and gradually slid all the way down again.
Jack had a hard time keeping still. Her vagina was hot and wet. He wanted to drive himself into her, but he knew that wasn't what she needed. It was the first time he'd had sex with a woman other than his wife in years. He was surprised by the tightness of her youthful pussy, the varied contours of her vaginal canal, and the playfulness of her technique. They weren't just having sex, they were becoming intimate in a way he had never done before.
She looked down on him as she repeatedly impaled herself. She savored the penetration of her vagina, the transit of his cock and the serene satisfaction of her fullness. She delighted in the torture of his unbound restraint. He was doing his best to give her what she needed and he was doing nothing at all.
He looked up at her and wondered what her tits looked like underneath the bullet bra and if he would ever get to touch them. She looked down on him and traced a line on his chest with her finger. The line went down his stomach to the place where his cock disappeared into her vagina. Her finger made a small circle on her clitoris.
"Do you wish you could touch me?"
"You know I do."
"Well, maybe if you're a good boy you can touch me next time."
She slowly built of the intensity on her clit. Her eyes held his. "Do you like watching me?"
"It's my second favorite thing to do."
She smiled and continued to massage herself while she continued to rise and fall over him. He hated to see her satisfy herself in front of him, but knew that it was not his place to touch her.
"Don't you dare look away," she said. She wanted to watch him suffer through her orgasm, with him on the precipice of his own. He began to move a hand, but she stopped him with the shake of her head.
She continued to finger herself, while slowly riding up and down his cock with her firm, tight pussy. All the while he looked him in the eye. She came first, then she increased the frequency of her motion and he came soon after. She laid down beside him.
"Can I touch you now?"
"Put your arms around me and hold me close."
They laid in silence for a few moments, then she said, "That will give me something to live for while I'm in jail."
Jack considered what had happened. He had kept to his code for two months of living with her, then somehow failed spectacularly in one night. Was it a failure? If anything she now knew that she could trust him with a loaded penis.
Cathryn wore a vintage sleeveless dress to court the next morning. It was something that Jackie Onassis might have worn when she was still a Kennedy. She and her attorney left Jack in the gallery as they went before the judge, who happened to be a woman.
The police officer described how he had stopped Cathryn as she walked alone at night. He determined that she was soliciting based on her provocative tattoos. She resisted arrest and later the pot was found in her bag.
The judge studied Cathryn as the officer spoke. When he finished she said, "Let me see these tattoos." After examining Cathryn's arms she spoke quietly to her, then asked her attorney to join them at the bench. They spoke quietly for several minutes. Cathryn pointed Jack out and then they spoke some more.
The judge said, "Karl, did you read these tattoos before you made the arrest?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Please, read them again." As he did she asked, "Is it more likely that these would be on the arms of a prostitute or someone that had been brutally raped?"
Karl said, "I must have misread them your honor."
The Judge thanked the officer, then found Cathryn not guilty of soliciting and resisting arrest, but guilty of possession of marijuana. The judge called Jack up to the bench. "I understand that Cathryn is living with you."
"I let her stay in a spare room."
The judge nodded, then said, "I'd like to put her on probation, but I'd rather not force her to live in Arizona. Are you willing to report in to her parole officer for the next six months? He will want you to confirm Cathryn's whereabouts and activities on a weekly basis. This is a big commitment, can you do this for me?"
Cathryn gave him a hopeful look.
What was he going to say? He wasn't going to quit now after all the effort he had put into getting her to stand on her own two feet, so he did the only thing he could do and agreed to her terms.
There were several technical details that had to be sorted out regarding Jack's background, employment and financial situation. Once the court was satisfied that Jack had the means to take care of Cathryn they met the parole officer and sorted out the details of their new routine. It was late afternoon before they started home.
Cathryn closed the truck's door and smiled. "You're bound to me."
"I think it would be more accurate to say that you are bound to me."
She couldn't get over her change in fortune. Last night she thought she was be in jail; today she found out she has six more months with her white knight. As a bonus the sex was great. Not that he did anything spectacular, but he played by her rules and that was what she needed the most-at least for now.
Jack thought about the last two months as he drove. He couldn't identify a decision or choice that he had made that would have altered his current situation. Driving past Cathryn as she waved at the roadside was not an option. He helped people, that was just who he was. After that the dominos just seemed to fall. He couldn't abandon her at the gas station, at her sister's trailer, or at the police station. Now he had her for the next six months. Would six months become a year? Were they going to spend their lives together?
Jack looked over to see her gazing at him.
She said, "I can't believe how lucky I've been."
"I'm happy for you."
"Aren't you happy for us?"
"I'm happy, but I'm also worried that I can't be the person you need."
"I don't understand."
He lightly touched her arm and said, "I think you do."
The silence of their drive was interrupted by a phone call.
"Hello." Jack answered on the trucks bluetooth.
"Hi Jack, it's Mary."
Jack and Mary exchanged pleasantries. Cathryn was able to glean that Mary had been a mutual friend of Jack and his ex. She was having a party and wanted Jack to come, even though Tess and Peter would both be there.
Mary said, "I haven't heard back from you, so I wanted to follow up."
Cathryn's eyes lit, she nodded vigorously and silently mouthed the words, "Let's go."
Jack shook his head.
Mary continued, "Tess promises she'll be good. She really wants to see you."
Cathryn took control by speaking directly into the bluetooth, "Can he bring a date?"
"Is there someone with you?"
Jack shook his head at Cathryn while he said, "Yea, we're just driving in from Arizona." Mary was going to have a field day sharing that with the girls.
"I didn't realize you were seeing anyone."
"We're living together," Cathryn inserted herself again.
Jack winced at the thought of the shit storm Cathryn was creating.
Mary was a bit flustered, "By all means, bring your date."
After a few more pleasantries the call ended.
"Oh crap, what have you done?" He really didn't want to see Tess.
Cathryn studied the side of Jack's face as he drove. "What's up with your ex-wife?"
The question made Jack uncomfortable. "I really don't want to talk about my ex." They listened to the radio for the rest of the ride.
Then next day Cathryn scoured vintage clothing shops to find the right outfit for Mary's party. She returned with something Audrey Hepburn might have worn in Roman Holiday. It had the long sleeves she needed, but was short enough to show off her legs. She'd found matching heels that were high enough to shape her calves without drawing attention away from her legs. She topped it off with a matching hat and a pair of white gloves. She roped Jack into a retro suit with a thin tie and they drove off together in her Falcon ready to travel through space and time to conquer Jack's friends.
By the time they arrived the party was in full swing. Cathryn hooked her arm through Jack's and let him escort her in. She straightened her plumb perfect posture and imitated the walk she had seen in her favorite Hepburn films. The only thing missing was a long cigarette holder.
The party was in a barroom. Twenty or so small tables surrounded the bar. A few empty tables were cast into quiet corners. Most of the people were standing and talking. Some couples sat at tables and a group sat at the bar. The lights were dim and lively music played.
Jack recognized about half the faces. He realized that most of those he recognized had known about Tess's affair long before he did. He felt his confidence drain away.
"Look at me and smile," Cathryn said.
As he did his best to smile she said, "Is there a single woman in this room that you would rather be with? Take your time and look around."
Jack saw Tess, Mary and a few other acquaintances. A couple that he vaguely remembered stopped and said hello. He waved to a few other friends then lead Cathryn to the bar as he continued to scan the room.
"Well?"
"Everyone is looking at you." he said. There was no mystery why, she looked fantastic.
"Only one person in here matters to me."
This time he gave her a real smile.
While Jack waited in line at the bar a young buck introduced himself to Cathryn. He complimented her outfit and made small talk about the lameness of the party. Once he established a beachhead, three friends joined him. They chatted, laughed and tried to outdo one another in stories of hijinks and adventure. Cathryn encouraged them with eye contact, smiles, and laughter. By the time Jack returned with the drinks the group had grown to become the center of the party, at least for the younger crowd.
Jack held the drinks over his head as he waded into the group surrounding Cathryn. He collected some dirty looks from the eager stallions he displaced, but Cathryn pulled him in. The conversation hopped from fashion to mixed drinks to social media. Jack surfaced for air when the group began exchanging usernames on each of the endless social media applications.
Tess descended upon him the instant he emerged from the group. As usual, she was overdressed. She wore a steel gray suit that left most of her long legs exposed. Her silver hair was parted on the side and precision cut to align with her strong jaw. Her ears, neck and wrists were adorned with diamonds. Her meticulous smile appeared warm and calculating at the same time. She scolded him for not keeping in touch and said that there was something very important that they needed to discuss. She took his hand a led him to a table tucked in a secluded corner.
Tess sat facing him with her legs crossed. She made certain that her seat blocked his exit. She delicately took his hand, placed it on her knee and traced the veins with her index finger. She settled into her soft coo of a voice, "It's nice to see you again."
Jack couldn't understand why his cock got hard every time she used this voice. Was he nothing more than a tool for her to use? He shifted in his seat and tried to prepare himself for her impending assault.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" she asked. Her blue eyes insisted that he respond.
"It's always nice to see you. How's Peter these days?" He tried to exert some control over the conversation.
"Peter is Peter. He will never be you." Her head tipped gently to the side as she spoke.
Jack marveled at her ability to play into his deep-seated desire to please her.
She squeezed his hand between hers and said, "I need to talk to you. Can you please help me out?"
She had asked for help. Jack could no more refuse than fly.
"You know I didn't mean to hurt you, don't you?"
"How can you say that? You had an affair. How much more hurtful can you get?"
She squeezed his hand, then slid her hand up his arm. The hand then dropped from his arm down to his leg. She looked into his eyes and said, "You know I did it for you."
Jack was confused. Her touch was distracting and her words didn't make sense.
"You have to admit that our marriage had gotten a little stale." She pushed her hand up his leg, testing the limits of his cock, but not touching it. "Don't get me wrong, you were always good, but we could have been better. I realized that some men, men like you, are unhappy in conventional relationships. You need more. You need to be the white knight, battling to save your princess."
"You thought I wanted to fight for you?"
"Of course I did, but you let me down."
Jack just looked at her.
"You were my valiant prince. You always came to my rescue, but just when I needed you most you weren't there."
Somehow her affair was his fault, and she was disappointed in him. He was overcome by an instinctive urge to flee but he was hemmed in. Tess sensed his panic and soothed him with her hands and calmed him with her voice. Her soft touch and smooth voice opened his mind to her strange, twisted logic.
"Jack, I want you back. Everything I did, I did for you. I thought it would make you happy."
"But, how could you think that I wanted you to be with someone else?"
"Jack, you practically forced me into it! I know you knew about it from the beginning and I also know that you liked it."
Jack shook his head, it simply wasn't true. Even though he knew that she was warping reality, she knew exactly how to bend his will and shake his resolve. He could feel his will begin to crumble.
"I miss you, and I need you. Won't you please come back?"
Jack feared that he was lost. In a few moments he would be back under her spell.
Cathryn had watched Tess lead Jack away. She ruled out direct intervention. Her two month relationship was no match for seven years of marriage, no matter how ugly the divorce had been. She decided that the best defence was a good offence and found Peter, who was alone at the bar.
Peter was a big guy. He was about Jack's age, but he had at least four inches and fifty pounds on him. He dressed in navy blue slacks and sports jacket. His hair was freshly cut and his cologne was generously applied.
Cathryn stood close enough to be inescapable, but did not look his way. The barkeep delivered Peter's drink, took her order for a Manhattan and departed.
"What is a sophisticated woman like yourself doing with this mob of youngsters?" He waved an arm in the direction of her group.
She gave an enticing smile and asked, "Who should I be associating with?"
"You need someone with some experience and maturity. Someone with a gentle hand that can guide and caress you."
"Wow, it sounds like I could really learn something from you." She turned her shoulders to face him, engaged his eyes and made him the center of her universe.
"Indeed you could."
"Do you mind if I record this? It sounds like it is going to be good." She held up her phone to catch his response.
"By all means. You should record this so that my wisdom can be preserved and cherished."
"You were saying..."
"Oh yes, of course, I was saying that a beautiful sophisticated woman like yourself should be associating with someone like me. Rather than bring you to a dull as dishwater gathering such as this, I would whisk you away to the farthest stretches of the Earth. We would dine on the finest delicacies and drink the most superb wine." He brought a pointed finger to his chest and said, "I would show you how to live."
"...and sex, would we have sex?"
"Oh, my dear, sex with me is unparalleled. These young men would do nothing more than bounce around on top of you. I would show you the joy and pleasure of sensual lovemaking. Once you have sex with me you will never want to have sex with anyone else."
Cathryn almost felt sorry for this poor pompous ass, but she kept recording anyway.
Tess felt no pity at all. She wanted Jack under her thumb and she was going to have Jack under her thumb. She stroked the side of his face and waited for his will to yield. He was born to be exploited and she was born to exploit him. There was nothing anyone could do about it.
A loud eruption of hoots and hollers broke Tess's train of thought. She looked out into the bar to see what the people were watching, but no one was watching the TVs. All of the young people were looking down at their phones. Would they ever live in the real world?
She turned back to Jack who was also looking at his phone. She was about to lash out at him when Mary interrupted.
"Tess, you'd better get Peter away from that girl."
Mary lead Tess to the bar.
Jack followed the instructions that Cathryn had texted and headed straight for her car.
"What the hell happened?" Jack asked as they drove out of the parking lot.
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
Jack hung his head. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh, I know what happened. I just want the details."
"What do you think happened?"
"She held your hand and walked you to a quiet place. She softly stroked your arm, hand and face while she made it seem like she'd never done anything to hurt you. You believed her even though you knew better. Then she asked you to do something for her. It was probably something degrading, something that you would never do with a clear head. But with her touching you, staring into your eyes and purring into your ear you were completely powerless to say no."
Jack wondered how she knew so much.
"That's textbook male manipulation. Every sleazy bitch in town knows how to do it."
"I'm so fucking pathetic."
"No, you're not pathetic. You had your defenses all set. You weren't going to the party. You didn't even reply to her invitation. I was the one that made you go. It was my fault."
She continued, "The thing you don't seem to understand is that you are genetically programmed to help people, particularly women. Once people like Tess realize that, they will take advantage of you again and again. It's like you have a handicap, except with the right woman it's a blessing."
Jack meekly smiled. "At least there's hope."
"There's more than hope. You can be that person you want to be. You just can't be it with her."
The passing streetlights created deep shadows that moved across her face as she drove. Only her dark eyes and deep-red lipstick held constant. Somehow Cathryn was becoming more attractive with each passing day. Jack wondered how it was possible that the girl at the truckstop could be so beautiful; was it the clothes or something deeper that had changed?
Jack had just laid down in bed when he heard Cathryn called from her bedroom.
"Jack, could you come here please."
She was sitting up in her bed, wearing the vintage nightgown he had seen before. She patted the bed and said, "Sit down here next to me."
He arranged his boxers so that he wouldn't be exposed as he sat.
She took his hand in hers and examined it. She touched a scar near his wrist with her index finger, then traced a tendon down to the end of his finger. "I want you to help me understand what is going on. Can you please help me?"
"Of course."
She smiled as she turned his hand over and examined his palm. "I saw Tess in action today, but I didn't get why she wanted to talk to you. Can you please tell me?"
"Please don't ask that."
"Oh, Jack, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." Cathryn had known he would be easy to manipulate, but it wasn't until she had seen Tess's merciless onslaught that she realized how strong her hold was on him. Cathryn resolved to break Tess's hold with a little manipulation of her own.
"Please, please don't."
"Won't you please help me?" Cathryn purred. Her voice was as smooth as silk. She knew that he would help. He had no choice.
She softly rubbed her hand on his. Her eyes were focused on his hand, but she was paying attention to every movement his body made.
"I don't see how this is going to help." Jack's cock surged up through the gap in his boxers. He tried to readjust himself, but she wouldn't let go of his hand.
"It's alright. Your cock is supposed to get hard." Cathryn appealed to a base desire of his subconscious. She touched his hand, his arm and his face. She nurtured his erection by touching everything but the erection itself.
Jack felt like he was lost in a stormy ocean of emotion. Waves of desire crashed over him. He wanted to please her, but was appalled at the same time. Cathryn was manipulating him just like Tess did. He had thought he could trust her, but he was no longer certain.
"Your cock got hard today at the party didn't it?"
He was silent.
"It's okay, just tell me that your cock got hard." She brush a stray hair from his face.
The sensation of her fingers on his face caused his cock to surge again.
"My cock was hard. My cock gets hard every time she touches me."
Cathryn smiled, "That's a good boy. Now tell me what you talked about."
Jack was silent.
"You're not helping me Jack. You said you would help me. Tell me what she wanted." Her hand made an excursion up his leg.
He continued to resist her gentle persuasion.
"Oh, Jack, I'm only doing this for you." She continued to caress his leg.
Jack did not want to expose any of this to Cathryn, but she was impossible for him to deny. He could feel anxiety building within himself as he said, "She wanted me back."
"But she has Peter now. I don't understand."
"She thought I wanted her to have another lover. She said she did it to make me happy." A bolt of panic struck him as the words left his mouth. His stomach wrapped itself into a knot and his whole body began to sweat. He stood up and said, "I can't do this. You have to go."
"What?"
"I can't do this." The panic rapidly subsided and his will began to bu | null | [] |
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"Of course you can."
"I won't be tooled like this, and the only way I know how to prevent it is to stay away from people that take advantage of me. You have to leave."
"Tonight?"
"No, you can find a place tomorrow." He went back into his room and closed the door.
Cathryn couldn't believe she'd been so stupid. She should have known that he would be pissed off about being manipulated and she knew that his only defence was to push her away. It was exactly what he'd done with Tess. Now she'd fucked everything up. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The next morning Jack couldn't look her in the eye. They navigated around the toaster and coffee maker like strangers at a breakfast bar.
Cathryn was tempted to apologize, but thought it would sound like she was being manipulative. She said, "Do I need to go back to Arizona, or will you still support me?"
Jack considered the question. It didn't sound like manipulation, and she needed to know. He said, "I'll support you." It was what he had committed to do, but he still felt like a sucker.
She moved in with one of the other girls from work later that day.
A couple of days later Tess knocked at the door. She burst in as Jack answered.
"Would you mind reining in your bitch?" She spit the words at him. She was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Her hair was a mess and she wasn't wearing any makeup. He had never seen her look so disheveled.
"Good morning to you too."
"Don't give me that shit. Where is the little cunt?" Tess stormed around Jack's apartment.
"What's going on?"
"Oh, like you don't know."
"Please humor me." He maximized politeness to contrast her rudeness.
"That little bitch of yours is posting six-second video clips of Peter making an ass of himself all over the internet. She started at the party and refuses to stop. I'm going to rip her fucking head off when I get my hands on her."
That explained the rapid exit from Mary's party. Jack laughed, "It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."
"Fuck you. I would have thought that you of all people would have been sympathetic to public humiliation."
"You're horrible. It's time for you to leave." With that he pushed her out the door and said, "Give Peter my best."
She stumbled onto the grass and shouted, "Fuck you asshole!"
Jack looked down on her spread out on the grass. "You really are a sleazy bitch. How did I miss that?" The expression on her face revealed that she knew he was gone for good. He closed the door without a second look.
That evening Jack found the videos online. Humiliating was an understatement. It was bad enough that Peter was cheating on Tess and trying to bird dog Jack's girl for a second time, but he was completely oblivious to what was going on. He interpreted Cathryn's mordant smile as encouraging and he boorishly insulted everyone and everything in sight. But the saddest part was that the videos captured the real Peter.
The thought of Peter being humiliated brought a smile to Jack's face. Of course, Tess would be humiliated by association. He wondered how long it would be before Tess had someone new, and then he decided he didn't care.
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"I think mister lonely heart at table 12 is in love with you," said the new waitress.
Cathryn replied, "I should be so lucky."
"He's there every morning, and he only sits at your tables. I think he's got the hots for you." she sang in an unrecognizable melody.
Every morning Jack was there to check up on her, just like he said he would. Every morning he was there reminding her of something that could have been. Every morning she prayed for a second chance.
The morning rush had died down so she took the seat across from him. "More coffee?"
"No, thanks."
"What time do you want to leave tomorrow morning?" It was the end of her probation and the probation officer wanted to see her in person. In two days they would no longer be bound, and she would probably never see him again.
He picked her up at 10. She looked as nice as he'd ever seen her. A white sweater covered her arms and a short skirt let her legs show. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks." She was consciously as perky and attractive as she could possibly be.
They listened to the radio for the first hour, then Cathryn's phone rang and she turned down the music to take the call. She chatted for a few minutes with a boy that wanted to take her out. She was polite, but noncommittal. It wasn't five minutes before her phone rang again and she had a similar conversation with a different boy.
"You're popular now."
"I guess so. It's funny, it wasn't that long ago I couldn't get anyone, including my own sister, to pick up the phone. Now attractive guys call me day and night."
Jack gave a hollow smile, "You've come a long way."
They rode in silence for a few minutes before her phone rang a third time. This time she turned it off.
"Do you remember the conversation we had in the car after we saw last saw the judge? You were worried that you couldn't be the man I needed."
"I remember."
"Well, you were there for me. I wish I could have been there for you."
"Why would you need to be there for me? I'm the white knight. I don't need to be rescued."
"You know that's not true."
Jack drove in silence. He wanted to leave his problems buried.
Cathryn thought for a few moments. Today was her last chance, she had to make it count. She'd spent that last couple of months trying to figure out a way to address their relationship. Despite that, she was here winging it on the last day. "Tell me what happened Jack. I thought we were doing so well. We were a team at the party, but I made one mistake, one well intentioned mistake, and wham! goodbye, so long forever. Was it that horrible that I played with you? You seemed to like it when Tess did it."
Jack didn't want to have this conversation. He said, "I think I'd rather talk about your rape."
"No, you don't get to say that. I wear my rape on my arms. Whatever happened to you is buried. All I see are the consequences."
He failed to reply before she continued, "How long am I going to have to wait for you to find your way out of your prison? It will take forever if you fail to acknowledge you're in a prison."
He caught the reference to their earlier conversation, and he knew what she was driving at, but he didn't know how to answer.
"Would it really be that objectionable for me to help you?"
"I don't need your help."
"Oh right, you were doing great with Tess at the party. You'd be wrapped around her finger right now if I hadn't slimed Peter."
He knew she was right. "But you were just going to take her place."
"No, I wasn't. I just wanted to know what was going on. I just wanted to know you better. I wanted to be intimate with you."
She continued, "You could look for a thousand years and never find someone that feels the way I do about you. If you have any feelings for me at all you have to let me in." She laid her cards on the table. It was a gamble, but she figured she had nothing to lose.
Jack knew that he had feelings for her. He was surprised at how lonely he had been after she left. How did she leave such a big hole in his life after only a few months? He replayed their conversation in his mind. She hadn't touched him, asked for his help, given him big doe eyes, or spoke in a soft voice. If anything she sounded a little desperate and shrill.
He said, "You really did slime Peter. Tess kicked him out; she's got some new guy that no one likes now."
"I kind of felt sorry for Peter. He was just a pawn that we all used."
"You probably did him a favor."
Cathryn nodded; he probably was better off.
"Were you as effective with your own revenge?"
Tess didn't like to discuss anything to do with her rape, but she answered in the spirit of shared intimacy, "Well, no. He died from prostate cancer a few years ago."
Jack was sorry he asked. He shut up and drove.
When they got to Quartzsite they checked into the same room at the same motel they had stayed in before. They walked hand in hand from the motel to the best restaurant in town, which was really a bar that served decent food. Jack picked the quietest table and ordered their best bottle of red wine. He was implicitly giving her what she asked for, and he hoped he wouldn't regret it.
The waiter poured the wine, took their order then left them alone.
She raised wine glass and said, "Tomorrow you will be free of me, and I will be an independent, self sufficient woman. Here's to independence."
Jack touched his glass to hers with a tinge of melancholy resting in his gut.
"I will also finally be able to kiss you," she said with a broad smile.
"To lots and lots of kisses," said Jack with another clink of their glasses.
Cathryn clasped her hands at the edge of the table. She spoke directly, with no detectable emotion. "Do you want to tell me here, or do you want to wait until we get back to the motel room?"
Their table was secluded enough to have a private conversation. "We might as well get it over with." Jack refilled his glass then downed it in one gulp.
"I wasn't totally honest with you. After I found Tess and Peter in bed, she raced after me and caught me before I could leave. She cooed in that voice of hers, and stroked my head, arms and hands. She told me how precious I was to her, how much she loved me and that she couldn't make it through life without my help. Some part of me knew it was all bullshit, but there was another part that wanted to believe her. I stayed, like the schmuck that I am."
"The first time I caught them I'd surprised them by coming home early. The second time she wanted to be caught. She didn't even ask Peter to leave. She just looked at me from underneath him and said that she would be done in a moment and that she had something important she wanted to talk about."
Cathryn didn't want to hear the rest, but she was transfixed by Jack's gruesome tale.
"She was naked when she came out of the bedroom. She reached down, touched my cock through my pants and said that she knew I would be hard. She said that my cock told the truth and nothing I could say would change the truth. She said that I had to stay with her because it was who I am and nothing would change that. She made me kiss her and fuck her. I could smell him and taste him all over her and it happened night after night. I put up with it for a couple of months and then I moved out. A few months later we got divorced."
"She raped you."
"No, it's not like I couldn't just get up and leave."
"That's exactly what you couldn't do. You were powerless and she took advantage of you. That's rape in anybody's book."
Jack refused to accept that he'd been raped. "No, I was just weak. I let her do it."
"You sound just like a rape victim. You were raped."
Jack paused for a moment. He didn't accept that he'd been raped, so he pressed on with his explanation, "Anyway, back to you. You called me into your room and told me where to sit, just as she would have done. You touched me the way she would have touched me, and you softly cooed, just the way she did. It took me back to her in bed with him, asking me to clean up his mess. I was overwhelmed by anxiety. I just had to push you away. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? I am so sorry!"
The waitress interrupted their apologies with Jalapeno Poppers.
Jack put a full pepper into his mouth hoping the pain would be a distraction.
Cathryn thought about telling him that arousal during rape was common, that there were both psychological and physical aspects to rape, and that most male rape victims were erect during the act. But it wasn't where the conversation needed to go.
She said, "I regret asking you to tell me this."
Jack could feel the anxiety drain, "Now you know my kryptonite."
"Yes I do." She also had a much deeper appreciation of the white knight who had cared for her that night.
From there the conversation took a lighter track. Over dinner they discussed her work at the diner, an issue with the starter on the Falcon and some home improvements Jack hoped to get done.
On the way out Jack picked up another bottle of wine for the motel room. He put his arm around her and said, "I have one more thing that I want to say. Up until the night I found you, I thought about Tess sixty times an hour. Since that night, it's been you I think of."
With this Cathryn was certain she had him back. She was ecstatic.
Jack opened the door to let them in. He hadn't taken two steps into the room before she tackled him on the bed. She rolled, so that he was on top, and looked up into his eyes. "Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?"
"Ah, yes. The eternal question, what to do with a fair maiden lying on your bed. Centuries of scholars have pondered this very question." They exchanged smiles, then he touched his tongue to her lips and traced the arc of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.
He kissed an eyebrow, then traced the ridge of her nose with the tip of his. She felt his hot breath on her face and smelled the Jalapenos from dinner.
"You're trying to torture me, aren't you?"
"After all you've put me through, I think you deserve it."
She slid his shirt up over his head, then strained to kiss his neck.
He sat up and straddled her. "Are there any rules tonight?"
She started to say, 'no', but stopped herself. "Just one. I want you to touch every part of my body with every part of your body."
Jack laughed, "That could get a little awkward."
"Well, you asked."
"So, it's my fault."
"Of course, you're the guy. Everything is always your fault."
He pondered her request as he unbuttoned her sweater. "I'm going to start with the tip of my nose."
"An excellent choice." she said as she slid her arms out of the sweater's sleeves.
He sat behind her and reached around to unbutton her blouse. He slowly undid the buttons as his nose pressed against the back of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin. She arched her back to amplify the sensation as he slowly breathed. In then out. Each breath seemed to last for ever. The button's defense held much longer than she expected as his breathing marked the passing time. In then out. She could feel the blood flowing to the organs between her legs and the lubricants building up. With each breath she became more and more aroused. In then out. When the last button fell he gently slid her blouse down the length of her arms.
She thought, 'at last!' and hoped he would roll her over and take her, but he turned his attention to her bra.
He touched the tip of his nose to the vertebrae in her neck as his fingers navigated the hooks of her bra. In then out. Deep breaths through his nostrils tickled the fine hairs on her back while the pull and tug at her bra began to excite her breasts. In then out. The hooks frustrated his fingers as they blindly uncoupled the closure. In then out. Eventually, her bra went slack, and he slowly slid it off.
She wasn't going to be able to handle this. She was wet and engorged, and he still had his pants on. She wanted his cock hard inside her. She wanted to feel the fullness, the motion and the pressure. She wanted the pounding of his pelvis against hers. A shiver ran down her spine, causing a wave of tension in her vulva. She reached back and placed her hand on the crotch of his pants. His cock was rock hard. She forced him up undid his pants and ripped them off, taking his boxers as well.
He smiled as he stood at the bedside, taking in a good look at her taut tits. After gazing at her for what seemed like eternity he asked, "Would you like some wine?"
He poured wine into the motel's disposable plastic water cups. She took the cup in one hand and his balls in the other. A healthy mouthful of wine was followed by tug at his testicals and a healthy mouthful of cock. She road her lips as far down his cock as she could and then back up.
He parried her assault. He slid his dick out of her mouth and kneeled down in front of her. His face was level with hers and their noses lightly touched. Their eyes were much too close to focus. In then out. His breath washed over her face. He thought about her tattoos and bruises she had on the night they met. He dragged the back of his fingernails down both sides of her face and wondered it she had ever experienced sex with compassion and affection. In then out. He recalled his voluntary restraint the first time they had sex and concluded that it was unlikely.
He said, "This isn't a porn movie or work of fiction with an eight inch dick and F cup tits." Puffs of air splashed off her face as he spoke. "This is just you and I, exploring each other's bodies. We will come, there is no doubt about it, but relax. Let it settle on us like a sunrise rather than trying to force it to happen."
"You're driving me crazy. I'm a fucking hair's breadth from orgasm and all you'll do is breathe on me." She stood up and took off her skirt and panties. He tried to stand but, before he could, she pushed him onto the floor. She jumped on top of him and pierced her soaking vagina with his rigid penis. His cock's transit was frictionless. She ground her pelvic bone against his then extracted his penis and pierced herself again, driving her clit hard onto him. She did it again and again, rushing headlong into a glorious climax.
Jack realized that he was fighting a losing battle, so he began thrusting upwards into her, matching her verve with a vigor of his own. His hands grabbed her tight ass and he pulled at her to amplify the thrusts. In a matter of a half dozen thrusts she let out a lusty wail that was undoubtedly audible in the adjacent rooms.
She stopped thrusting and lowered herself all the way down, taking his full length inside of her. She began to move her hips in a circular pattern. "Talk to me."
He looked up at her as he assembled his thoughts. "Let's get on the bed."
"Not like that, I mean sexy talk."
"No, seriously, my back hurts. Let's get on the bed."
She laid down on the bed with her legs spread. He climbed on top of her and inserted himself into her. His back was arched and his hands were at her shoulders.
He said, "I've been looking for you for a long time." His hips moved slowly as he spoke. His penis glided effortlessly in and out. "I even gave up and married the wrong woman."
Her eyes closed.
"I can't tell you how many times I've put it all on the line for a woman, only to be totally fucked."
This was better than the 'fuck me harder' sex talk that she was expecting. She slowly pushed her hips into his and waited for him to continue.
"I vowed that I would never let it happen again. Never again would I let a woman into my heart. Never again would I play the sucker. Never again would I be totally fucked."
She opened her eyes to watch the unfolding confession. She grabbed his back with her hands and pulled herself up and onto his cock.
"And then there you were on the highway, and I had no choice but to stop."
He closed his eyes and drove his shaft deep into her vagina. A shiver ran down his spine and he did it again.
"I had no choice but to help you."
His hands dug deep into the sheets as his hips pressed down upon her. She responded by pulling her hips up into his.
"There was nothing I could do."
They pummeled at each other's pelvic bones while sliding effortlessly at each other's genitalia. She could feel the pressure building again.
He said, "Please don't fuck me."
His head dropped so that he could suck a nipple into his mouth. He nibbled at it with lip-covered teeth, then he sucked as much into his mouth as he could while an errant hand massaged the other breast. Her tits were firm and filled with youth.
She grabbed clumps of hair and held his head tightly to her. Her back arched and chest expanded to push more of her tit into his mouth.
She said, "Oh, but I'm going to."
Terror struck Jack. He thought she knew better than to tease about this.
She rolled over on top of him, firmly holding his gaze with hers. She said, "I'm going to fuck you every day, and you are going to fuck me."
Jack's fear of being fucked mixed with the ecstasy of their intercourse, his anxiety about his past relationships and the reassurance of her body next to his. Was she deliberately torturing him or did she have some other motive?
"You are going to spend the rest of your life vulnerable to me."
His pulse raced as she compelled his cock to plumb the depths of her warm, wet socket. In then out, again and again.
"You will be intimate with me."
His fear was displaced by the rush of an impending orgasm.
"You'll need me."
His cock was a slave to the beck and call of her cunt. He had no choice but to drive it fully and completely into her.
"You'll have me."
She was relentless in her persuasion.
"Love me."
His spine began to shiver as the orgasm built inside of him.
"That's the way it has to be."
His cock released with a tsunami of semen surging inside of her. His body shuddered then went slack.
He thought about what had just happened. She was right. He couldn't spend the rest of his life cowering from women. She would probably hurt him, but he didn't think she would do anything he couldn't handle.
Her face dropped to his and her lips drenched him in kisses. She laid on her side while draping an arm over his chest.
He picked up the arm and examined the tattoo.
"I hate my tattoos"
He ran his finger along her arm, "This one says, 'I don't love myself so you will never love me' and the other one says, 'I'm stuck in the past'. I think of them as the rough spots. Rough spots aren't shiny or smooth, but they do have one advantage, they are where the adhesive holds the strongest." He wrapped his hand around it and held fast.
She kissed his cheek. "Well, they're no longer accurate, but if that's where the glue sticks I'm going to keep them."
The next morning found them with her parole officer. They chatted briefly and then he had her sign a few papers. After only a few minutes he said, "Congratulations, your parole has been served."
As they got in his truck she asked, "Can we go to the spot where we first met?"
"Of course," Jack said as he headed east. It was a beautiful fall day in the desert. The cool morning air was all but gone as the midday heat began to build. Jack drove with his elbow out the window - the way it was done in the days before automotive air conditioning. He crossed the median and brought the truck to a halt facing the cinder cones.
Cathryn stood next to him as she snapped picture after picture of the two of them. In a few days she would change her profile picture to one of her kissing Jack on the cheek as he grinned like a love-struck sap. Her status would read 'Attached' and the picture's caption would read, 'The luckiest spot on Earth is 21 miles east of Quartzsite.' | null | [] |
*This is the last of the "Best Friends" series. I recommend you read "Best Friends 2" in the TOYS section before reading this story first. If you wish to add "chaining" to your sexual repertoire, I strongly recommend that you research the subject thoroughly before attempting it! Enjoy! – IluvAnal*
"Shit!" I swore to myself when the dogs began loudly announcing that someone was coming up the drive.
Four hours previous, I had kissed my wife, Ellen, goodbye as she and some friends were leaving for a four-day golf trip. The minute she left, I stripped and got to work painting the dining room.
I got down from the ladder, put on a pair of jockey shorts and made my way to the living room to see who had arrived. I peeked out through the blinds and saw Sarah, Ellen's best friend, getting ready to ring the doorbell. Ellen had told me that Sarah might drop by to pick up some Yoga tapes. I walked around to the other door and let her in.
"Hey George, did you get any paint on the walls?" She was obviously referring my paint-encrusted torso.
"That's why I paint naked, better than ruining clothes." I was walking to the kitchen and Sarah was following.
"Ellen was going to leave some Yoga videos out for me."
"They're on the kitchen table. She didn't think you'd be by until tomorrow. You want a cup of coffee?"
"Please. I had some errands to run, figured I swing by today. Don't let me stop you from your painting."
"I won't. You know where everything is. Fix yourself a cup and join me in the dining room." With that I left the kitchen, removed the boxers and ascended the ladder. I thought nothing of exposing myself to Sarah, she had seen me naked many times before.
"You're getting there." She said, when she entered the room. "Ellen has been talking about painting this room for a year."
"I figured this was a good day to get it done. As soon as this lousy weather breaks, I'll be spending most of my time in the gardens." I dipped the brush in the paint can and turned my back to Sarah and began painting the border between the wall and ceiling.
"What the hell is that sticking out of your ass!" She asked when she saw the chrome-plated chain link sticking out of me. The rest of the chain, two feet total, was buried deep in my bowel.
"A chain." I answered nonchalantly. Sarah had seen and placed all kinds of objects in my ass. I didn't think this was any big deal.
"A chain? What an ass slut you are!"
"That's me!" I said, proudly, dipping the brush again. "Haven't you ever played with chain before?"
"Can't say as though I have."
"You don't know what you've been missing."
"I can't believe Ellen goes along with it."
"Not in her ass, but she loves it in her vagina. I put it in her and start to play. Just as she starts to come, I pull it out. Sends her right into orbit. When I get this job done, I am going to jack off and when I come, I'll pull it out. It's the best orgasm you can have- alone."
Sarah snickered. "What a pervert you are."
"Don't knock it until you try it."
I expected Sarah to finish her coffee and leave, but she was still there long after the cup was dry. We chatted and she told me about her new boyfriend. After the string of losers she has had, this one seemed to be a decent guy that treated her well. I was glad that she finally had the opportunity to be happy, but since he had entered her life, Sarah didn't come over and play with us anymore.
Two hours after she had arrived, I put the last bit of paint on the wall. I stood back and surveyed the room. "What do you think?"
"Looks good. Ellen will be pleased," Sarah said.
"I'm ready for a cocktail. You want anything?" I asked while putting the cover on the paint can and collecting the brushes and rollers for cleaning.
"What do you have?"
"Wine, beer or rum."
"Wine sounds fine."
"Help yourself and pour one for me, too, while I clean this stuff up."
Sarah grabbed a bottle out of the closet and poured a couple of glasses. I was cleaning the brushes at the sink. She walked up behind be and gave the chain in my ass a playful tug.
I stiffened- for two reasons. First, it took a great deal of effort to keep the chain in place, I was afraid that any manipulation would cause a "chain reaction" and it would fall out before I was ready. The other thing was that I was certain that Ellen would be upset (no, down right pissed) if she knew that Sarah was playing with my ass while she was absent.
"I hope Gary likes ass play as much as you."
"You don't know?"
"I haven't let him screw me yet. And I don't want to scar him away. But, I'm so horny I'm about ready to crawl out of my skin. Seeing that chain sticking out of your ass hasn't helped either. I still can't believe Ellen goes along with you. I've known her for twenty years and I didn't think she had a kinky bone in her body."
"I hate to tell you how long we had that strapn before she would use it on me. Now, she loves it. It was the same with the chain."
Sarah drained the last few drops of wine from her glass. "Mind if I have another?"
"Help yourself."
She poured another glass, then out of the blue asked, "So, when were you planning to jerk off?"
"Whenever. I was going to reward myself for finishing the painting." I poured another glass for myself.
"Well, the painting's done." The implication of her sentence was obvious.
"You want to watch?" I knew the answer.
"Isn't more fun to have somebody else pull it out?" Well, I thought I knew the answer. She didn't want to just watch, but she wanted to participate.
"I don't think Ellen would approve. Do you?"
"Probably not." Sarah replied sadly. "But, I won't tell if you don't."
We sat and drank in silence for a few minutes. The conversation had given me a raging hardn and the testosterone and wine began to impair my judgment. "Why not." I finally said.
Sarah's blue eyes brightened.
We went into the living room, I laid down upon a towel and raised my knees so that Sarah had access to the exposed end of the chain. She took a seat between my legs.
"Ok, now how do we do this?" She asked.
I took my pole in my fist and slowly began to stroke. "When I say 'Now', you pull the chain. Pull it all out in one motion." With that, I closed my eyes and began to concentrate on what I was doing.
As the pending orgasm began to build in my balls and prostate, I increased the pumping of my prick. I felt something touch the sensitive head of my dick, but I was too close to release to investigate. My hand was moving faster and I soon felt the unmistakable touch of a tongue on my shaft and soon my hand was bumping into a pair of lips that were working my shaft in unison with my hand.
"Now!" I yelled, as the first of my semen began coursing it's way to the outside.
On command, Sarah pulled the length of chain out of my anus. My sphincter clamped down on each emerging link. Stream after stream of my cum erupted from my cock and into the woman's mouth. My hips bounced uncontrollably, forcing my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. By the time the effects of the orgasm had worn off, Sarah had masterfully gleaned every drop of semen from my shaft.
A few moments later, the full realization of what had just transpired came to me. We had definitely crossed the line.
As if reading my mind, Sarah looked at me. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist." There was nothing more to say. What was done, was done.
"It felt wonderful." I said, finally. "Thank you."
Sarah held up the slippery chain that she had pulled out of my ass. "I can't believe you have all of this in there."
"The one I use on Ellen is twice that long." I failed to mention that two feet of it was all I could ever fit in her.
"Really!" She said. "I've got to go to the bathroom." She got up and went upstairs.
I got up, poured another glass of wine and began to pick up the drop cloth from the dining room floor, all the while, trying to shake the pang of guilt I felt.
In the amount of time Sarah had been in the bathroom, I had managed to remove all of the protective masking tape from the woodwork, picked up the drop cloths and had taken the ladder out to the garage. When I got back into the house, Sarah was standing in the dining room, stark naked, holding the four foot length of chain, the tube of KY Jelly and an empty enema bottle. She had gotten into our "toy" chest.
I stood speechless at the sight. For a woman that had just turned fifty, she still looked mighty fine. Noticeably absent from the last time I had seen her naked, was the large, hairy bush that once covered her pubis.
She was the one to break the silence. "I know what you are thinking, but I'm horny and this may be the last time you get a chance to teach me the chain trick." She was right about that. If Ellen found out about this, it would be last time I would have a chance to breathe!
"What the hell. You know what will happen if Ellen ever finds out about this?"
"Believe me, I know! But, I am certainly not going to be the one to tell her."
I nodded. "Very well. Go into the living room. I'll be there in a minute." I took the empty enema bottle from her to throw in the trash. "I take it you want the works."
Sarah smiled. She had a lustful look in her eyes.
I went into the kitchen and got everything I would need- a towel, a large, plastic garbage bag and a bowl. Sarah was lying on the carpeted floor on her back.
"Pick up your butt." I ordered. When she complied I laid the bag on the floor and covered it with the towel.
"Why the plastic?" She asked.
"You'll see." I said making the rest of the preparations.
The secret to making "chaining" a pleasurable experience is making certain that there are no sharp mill marks and using plenty of lube. I took the chain, placed it in the bowl and squeezed half a tube of the KY on it. I then "stirred" the mixture until a thick layer of lubricant covered every inch of the chain.
"Are you ready?" I asked. Sarah nodded. "OK, roll over and stick your ass in the air."
When Sarah was situated, I stuck a finger in the bowl and covered it with a generous amount of the jelly. I then slowly inserted the finger into the woman's tight pucker. Her body resisted, at first, but my finger soon found it's way in- enticing a moan of pleasure. When my finger was able to move about freely, I placed another finger in along side and buried both to their full length. Within a few moments, I was aggressively screwing Sarah's ass with the two fingers-much to her delight.
I withdrew the fingers grabbed one end of the chain and inserted the first 1/4-inch thick link. Inserting chain into either the anus or vagina needs to be done very carefully to prevent pinching. I compressed the second link into the first and pushed it in. The process was continued, link by link, until I had a foot of chain inserted Sarah's greedy ass. In the position she was in, the weight of the chain kept it straight, so that it tickled the sides of the colon for it's entire length. When you insert the chain while lying on your back, on the other hand, it has a tendency to "ball up" (my preference as it puts pressure on the prostate).
I allowed Sarah to get used to the feeling, gave her three hard, open-handed spanks that elicited a screech of surprise and pleasure. I instructed her to roll over. Without the cover of hair, her bald pussy showed its arousal. Her vaginal lips were a bright pink, fully engorged and very wet. I dipped a couple of fingers in the bowl and inserted them into her wet snatch. Sarah bucked her hips to meet the invaders. I twisted my hand and rubbed my fingertips along the roof of her vagina until they found the little nubs that denoted her G-spot and gently stroked the spot. This was more for future reference than arousal. Based on her reaction, it probably would have taken only a few moments of this stimulation to send her over the edge, but for the moment, that was not my goal.
Once I was confident that I could instantly relocate her spot when the need arose, I made certain that she was well lubricated, took the other end of the chain and repeated the slow, careful process of inserting the chain- link, by slimy, silvery link past her swollen, glistening lips.
I know that the old axiom "Tiny woman, cunt as big as a bucket" doesn't hold true for all tiny woman, but it certainly applied to Sarah. When we watched the video of her and I sharing a cucumber, I was amazed at the ease with which she had impaled herself the enormous vegetable. So when I had crammed the first two feet of chain (Ellen's limit) in her vagina, I was not surprised when she rocked her hips back and the ball of chain rolled further back into her abyss, giving me room for the last remaining foot.
I studied the scene before me for a few moments. Here was a tiny, naked woman laid out on her back, knees up, her cunt full of almost three pounds of metal, a stretch of chain connecting the ball in her pussy and the other foot of chain in her ass. It was a heavenly sight and my recently drained cock was taking notice and coming back to life.
"How's that feel?" I asked.
"Wonderful," Sarah mewed. She was rubbing her right breast and pinching her nipple.
"Whenever you are ready, you can begin rubbing your clit." The words had no more escaped my lips, when her finger went to work.
"Easy, not too fast." I coached. I was watching for all of the signals that would tell me when to make my move.
She was gently rocking her pelvis, enjoying the feeling of the weight rolling around in her cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she began to increase the rhythm of her finger on her clitoris. As soon as I saw the muscles in her thigh tighten, I plunged my finger along side the chain and put the fingertip directly on her G-spot and applied pressure. My other hand grabbed the section of chain that connected the buried ends.
As soon as the first orgasmic contraction began, I pulled my finger from her G-spot, held the chain at her anus and pulled with a fluid motion, making sure that the end of chain in her ass emerged at the same time as the other end came out of her gaping snatch.
The impact of the move was instant. Her entire body tensed and heaved, an un-human scream came from her mouth (it's origin was from the very depths the chain just occupied), the walls of her vagina contracted with enough force to eject it's contents of KY and natural fluids all over her legs and my chest. Then she lost bladder control sending a forceful stream of urine all over both of us and the towel. We were a mess.
I sat between her legs and marveled at the enormity of her orgasm as it slowed from its violent beginning to more the subtle muscle twitches that gave the appearance that she was shivering. The sight, smell and sound had an arousing effect on me. I noticed my raging hardn and the puddle of pre-cum that was growing under it. Sarah was already a mess, so I decided to add to it. I raised myself onto my knees and aiming my dick at her bald mound, began masturbating. It didn't take long before I was adding my own fluids to hers, but she never noticed. When I was done, I took the palm of my hand and mixed my semen with her vaginal fluids and urine, smearing it all over her mound, belly and legs. I took my thumb and gave her clit a couple of gentle flicks, causing her to scream and squirt again.
I got up, went to the bathroom and got a wet wash cloth to clean Sarah up a bit. Previous experience with a perfectly executed "chaining" told me that she wasn't going to be moving for a while.
I wiped her up the best I could, replaced the wet towel under her with a dry one, covered her still quivering mass with a blanket and went to the shower.
"Are you alright?" Sarah hadn't moved in the ten minutes it took for me to clean up.
Her eyes fluttered open. "I'm still coming." She replied blissfully.
I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her drift back to Nirvana. It was getting late and I was getting hungry, so I decided to cut up veggies and cheese for an omelet, but I would wait to cook it until she was up and about.
Sarah had been sleeping off her orgasm for nearly an hour. I was about to go try to wake her when I heard her pad into the kitchen wrapped in the blanket.
"How are you feeling?"
"Wonderful! I think I am still coming." She said groggily. "If I had known about that trick thirty years ago, I would have never gotten married."
"I'm going to cook up an omelet. Why don't you go take a shower and we'll eat."
"No thanks. I think I'll get dressed and go home. That towel was still dry."
"Different towel." I went and retrieved the sodden towel from the laundry and showed it to her."
"All that came out of me?" She said, surprised.
"Ellen always squirts when we do that, but never like you did. You pissed all over me, too!" I left out the fact that I added a little to the mix.
"You should have video taped it, because I don't remember a thing." Sarah turned and left the kitchen. I went about cooking my dinner. I was eating when she finished dressing, thanked me and left. It wasn't until I was cleaning up the dishes, that I realized that she had forgotten the Yoga videos.
I was getting ready for bed, when the phone rang.
"I totally forgot about the videos," It was Sarah.
"They're still on the table, come get them whenever you want." I replied.
"Can I get that chain at any hardware store?" I smiled at her question.
"Yes. But if you like, I'll pick up a section for you and clean it up. I have to go to the store tomorrow anyway. Five feet will cost you about ten bucks."
"If you don't mind. Susan's car is in the shop, so I have to pick her up after work tomorrow afternoon. We'll swing by around six. If that's OK with you?"
Susan is Sarah's twenty-four year old daughter. I smiled. "I'll be home by 4:30, so, any time."
"Good night."
As soon as I hung up the phone, I dug out the video camera and plugged the battery charger in. I missed one opportunity for a good video. I wasn't going to miss another. It looked like Ellen wasn't the only one that would be hitting the "links" tomorrow. | Best Friends Ch. 03 | [
"finally sarah",
"sarah ellen",
"wine began",
"past swollen",
"enema bottle",
"time chance",
"sticking ass",
"length chain",
"tiny woman",
"finger side"
] |
The first story arc of Derrick's saga, "It was supposed to be about incest," concludes with a big-ass random ball out in the middle of Laurel University's Fitzhurst Football Stadium. No incest for poor Derrick, but hopefully his new buddy can fill in the gaps. Yes, this chapter continues with one more part after Derrick and Reoren take off in search of Riley and her buxom buddy. Please enjoy.
I got back to Bill's pad; Bill was gone. I opened the suitcase to find the suit, took one look at it, zipped it back up, and took off.
*Knock knock knock...*
"Derrick? Derrick! I'm so glad to see you!" Salamandy was indeed a sight for sore eyes, and my penis, over-worked as it was in a day's time, responded to her tight embrace when she pulled me into her house. "What're you doing here?"
"Need to get dressed, thought I'd come get help from someone that knows about these sorts of things. What're *you* doing here? I thought your dad booted your sweet ass out."
She played it off and led me by the hand to the front stairs. "Nah, he just said I needed to work of some steam. Most everyone is gone, so he's having me look after the little ones."
"Is my lady home?"
"Nope. Come upstairs."
She pulled me into a large room at the end of the upstairs hall. There was a single bed; but for the arrangements, it looked like two different fashion senses were going into the decorations. Over on the marbled oak vanity were two different jewelry boxes, each with a bust laced with an exquisite silver necklace, one with a name reading "Tiffany", the other saying "Prudence".
"Are we supposed to be in here?"
"My room got taken over and they're gone, so they won't mind." I was suddenly reminded of the old Salamandy, who didn't seem to think other people ever minded her. "Take your suit out."
Time was a factor, so I obediently dumped the heavy case onto the bed and unzipped it. Sally began pulling shit out left and right; her eyes were lighting up like so many lights laced within and without that very house. "Danny's work?"
"Yup."
"Who're you taking?"
"Don't know yet," I teased. "That is, don't know whom I'll be *leaving* with." She jabbed me in the gut. "You know that girl I lived with before you and I took off?"
"Oh yeah, her. Her?"
"Yup."
"Ouch."
"Ouch? What ouch?" But she was too busy sorting out clothes. "Sally, *what* ouch?"
"Probably nothing, but it's possible that she's not going to be wearing one of Melody's dresses."
"And?"
"This is a Danny-boy suit, the finest money can't buy, and a purple one at that. No, not the color, the dress code. It takes a Melody dress to make a Danny suit shine, you know what I mean?"
"No."
"Too late anyway. Let's get to work; get these clothes off."
This was either turning into a very interesting week, or my life was making a change for the better to be hearing that phrase every day. I worked my upper parts off, but like Melody, Sally was going straight for the belt. With her expertise, my flaccid penis was once again free to breathe the free air.
"I've missed this," she hummed, bending down to kiss it as soon as it came into the light. "I've missed *you*." She kissed me on the lips, and I couldn't help but kiss her back. "I can't wait for the party. Unless... you and this girl, you're getting serious? This dance is a pretty big deal."
"No way would I forget about you, and I *am* coming to your party. It just may be that I bring a date for you to play with."
Her look of nervous apprehension turned into a wicked grin, and we shared a full, deep kiss from there, letting our bodies sing together in pleasure. Suddenly it was just her and me again, lost out in the wilderness, two people alone in the world.
But getting back to business, she was very helpful in helping me get into the confusing piece of eveningwear. It was no simple three-piece suit, to be sure. Undershirts, underpants, socks with garters, tails on the coat, decorative studs in the buttonholes, and the bow tie was a nightmare that I'd've been absolutely sunk with had it not been for sweet Sally.
Throughout dressing me, she never let my cock get covered, pulling it straight through the fly in the silk boxer shorts, buttoning the trousers around it without zipping, and keeping the cummerbund out of the way. She kept rubbing up against me as well, constantly telling me how good I looked in the suit, better with every piece she fit on me. Last was the white gloves that matched the tie, and but for my cock sticking out, I was pretty spick'n'span.
She buttoned my coat closed, then ran her fingers down the frill of my white shirt and dipped them under my cummerbund to pull me close to her. We kissed yet again, pent-up from half an hour of flirting but not quite touching productively. Her fingers circled at last around my cock, and she sank to her knees to take me into her heavenly mouth.
Again, I wanted to speak up, say that I was saving myself, but she seemed to have the same thing in mind. "When I'm done with this dick," she said, "you'll be leaking so much precum through your pants, it'll stain her dress so she can't wear it anymore. You'll make her pussy so wet, you'll be smelling it on her garter well into the next year."
What the hell is a garter on a woman, and what did *I*care what it smelled like after the dance was over?
The shine in her dark hair caught the light from the lamp, making her dazzle as her head bobbed up and down on me. "I want you to grind this dick into her all through the dance, make her pussy scream for only you," she demanded. "Then once you get her home, plow her hard all night long. Make her learn what this dick does to women. Matter of fact..."
She turned around and backed into me. With my hands automatically on her hips, I was boring into her skirt like practice for tonight. My eyes shut with the sensation, then I felt bare skin on my dick. Looking down, I saw her skirt had been pushed out of the way, and my cock was sliding through the crevice of her bare ass.
"Whoever this girl is, when you first drag her down by the hair to make her suck you off, she'll know you *always* stink of woman, and by the time the night is through, you'll be stinking of *her*. She'll never come so hard in her life."
She looked like she was thoroughly enjoying fantasizing about me with another woman, especially with it being her pussy that was soaking my cock. In fact, I'm not entirely sure it wasn't getting all over my new pants.
She leaned up and rested her head on my shoulder with her back arched, making her ass press illegally hard against my dick. I could feel her heartbeat throbbing into my aching veins. "Have you fucked her yet?" she asked, almost pleading for an answer.
My hands slid up from her waist into her shirt to cup her delicious breasts that I'd been longing to hold for so long. "No," I whispered gently into her ear, which I gave a few short licks with my watering tongue. "Tonight'll be our first night. In fact, I'm not even sure if I'll get lucky tonight."
"You will," she hissed back, grinding the entire length of my cock with long, delicious strokes. "If you follow my advice, her pussy will be aching for you like mine is." She kissed me, or I kissed her; it's hard to tell. We both went for each other so suddenly, her taking a deep dive on my cock, me pinching down harder than I knew she could stand on her nipples. "God, I can't wait for my party," she moaned. "I want you so bad, Derrick. Fuck her hard tonight, okay? For me?"
"I will," I said somewhat more calmly than reason should have allowed.
"After that, don't come until it's my turn, okay? Wait until you sleep with me?"
"I was trying to do that for tonight, but see how well *that* turned out," I chuckled, and she bit me on the lip.
"But you haven't come," she said, grinding dangerously high on my cock, threatening to impale herself on me, "not yet."
Phew, she didn't notice.
"But wait..." Oh shit. "Your cock smelled. You fucked someone today, didn't you?"
"What's it to you?" I challenged, lightly stroking her sides in a way I knew could make her come if I did it long enough. She shivered, but still she ground back on me.
"Who'd you fuck, Derrick? Did she soak your cock like I'm doing? Did she beg for it, or did you have to flirt with her until she couldn't stand it anymore?"
"Melody," I said in a soft voice.
"Bullshit."
"I came in her twice just this morning alone," I insisted, still speaking softly, calmly.
"There's just no way," she claimed, but her eyes were forced shut in pleasure; I could tell she was getting the forbidden picture in her head. She honestly didn't believe it was possible, but she *wanted* to believe.
"She dried me out so much, I thought there was no way I was gonna get it up for tonight, but seeing you..." I kissed the sheen of sweat on her neck as I talked her up, "I can't remember *ever* being this turned on in my life. If I blow now, I think I'll put a hole in the ceiling."
"I don't know if *I* can go without coming until the party," she cried. "Even past tonight, as soon as you leave, as soon as I try to take a shower, the water alone's gonna make me come. If you call me tonight after you put her to sleep, your voice will bring me off." She was almost in tears, unable to take what both of us wanted, our flesh touching but not interlocking.
"Let me hold you over with something special then," I offered.
"Yeah? What's that?"
"Something Melody showed me."
"You're so full of shit." But she let me turn her chin ever so gently just like I did with Melody, and I initiated the sweetest, most aching, heartfelt kiss I'd ever kissed in my life. Sally didn't know what hit her; her body, so proactive, was suddenly melting in my arms, and I had to hold her up just so she didn't fall into a puddle on the floor.
Her pussy still knew what to do, though now I swear I could taste each inch of it that creeped up the length of my cock, feel the lips parting around my shaft, coating me in their sweet cream. Felt it seeking out the head of my cock, tasting the drop of fluid it found there before rubbing its way back down, soaking my balls in her fragrance.
Her pussy rolled up again, leaving its sticky imprint behind, and it stayed when it reached my cockhead, searching for it. In a matter of seconds she got frustrated; she reached for it, pulled it towards herself just a micron, and her pussy claimed me. Slowly and deliberately she sucked my cock up inside of her, betraying the promise we had just made.
She kept kissing me like nothing was happening, as though it were someone else's hips that were grinding against my fine suit, crushing my cock in its exquisite grip. In her mind, she was still teasing me. But when I pushed forward just the faintest push, she moaned deep from her throat, feeling my cock tease her cervix. It was like that for several delicious minutes, us still kissing with all our hearts, her pussy gently flexing around my pulsating cock, sharing our heartbeats.
"Tell me the truth," she gasped quietly. "You weren't *really* with Aunt Mellie, were you?"
"It was one of the scariest experiences of my life, but one of the best. Do you feel it?" I thrust into her gently, touching her tenderly.
"Mmm... *I feel it*..."
"She* taught me that."
She had heard enough; with a sigh to make you cry, she fell forward, catching herself on the edge of the bed and bracing herself. I took my queue in the next heartbeat, taking hold of her hips and pumping myself into her pussy with slow, delicious, unbelievable strokes. Each plunge into her quivering depths was a new miracle that I had to see to believe, and the sight of myself disappearing inside this girl I had come to adore so much was heart-wrenching.
But it was pulling out that we shared the full pleasures of sex, sending shocks of pleasure throughout our weakened systems. Each time I drew out, she let loose a soft moan of delight, and each thrust in, I crushed myself into her sweet ass.
I noticed her adorable little butthole, and suddenly I wanted to step this entire experience up a few notches, but even thinking about it made me lose control. If seeing my cock hiding itself in her pussy was something, what would it be like to sneak it up her backside? My knees shook, and my gentle thrusts got faster and faster as the vision stimulated my brain, and without warning, a monstrous climax was upon me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
"I love you, Mandy," I whispered into her ear as I collapsed onto her, leaving us both beaten and exhausted on the bed.
"W-what?" I knew how important her name was to her, how only members of her family were allowed to address her so. My cock shuddered, and cum shot out into her, and before she could really think about what I said, her own orgasm betrayed her and made her shake every bit as badly as me.
We were both helplessly lying there, letting our bodies spasm out of control, my seed filling her while my hips involuntarily pushed in to accent my surprise climax. And then comes the fucking interruption.
"What're you doing in my room. *Who are you?* Mandy? Get your boyfriend and get out of here!"
I'll just skip forward, shall I?
Tiffany walking in on Sally and me making love wasn't really the highlight of my afternoon. Odd, that. Had I not considered it to be making love, I'd've probably asked her to join in. Anyways, I'd finally done up my fly, grabbed my top hat (who the fuck wears top hats any more?), and disappeared out the door.
There was the most beautiful sweetheart carriage waiting, driven by none other than Melody, dressed in a tight-fitting blue dress. "Took you long enough," she grinned. "Hop in."
Hop in I did, and we chattered as the single large horse trotted us down any number of streets on our way to Reoren's house. I know, normally these lovey-dovey stories start from the girl's perspective with the guy just showing up at the door with his suit and his horse-drawn carriage and his...
"Holy shit; I didn't get her any flowers," I cursed, smacking myself in the face.
"Relax, would you? You'll do just fine." She reached behind her to pull out a small sprig of mistletoe.
"That* is no flower," I protested.
"Tuck it up behind her ear; she'll love it."
"How do *you* know?"
Like I was saying, the story's supposed to start with the guy showing up at the girl's house. But *my* story is no romance. Sure, I'd just had two very relaxing romps with two rather enjoyable women, but that's about as tame as it possibly gets with me. You ought to know that by now. Anyways...
I was about to ask Melody how she knew where she was going, but like always, it took me about one more second to remind myself that those clever little watches Garden people had had maps in them as well as directories.
Reo seemed to be expecting us. Indeed, the noise of us arriving precluded her to leap out of the house, shouting, "Hi, Miss Mellie! Hi, Derrick!" Damn. I had wanted to pinch some shock value into the carriage. Take her breath away when I led her outside with my hands over her eyes, you know?
But first, what a vision was before me. She did a small pirouette, flashing enticing white stockings through the high cut in her dress and revealing tiny heeled slippers. The entire get-up was lined in the usual poofy white fluff of Christmas, including, unfortunately, the bust of her dress, which encircled straplessly around her chest. Atop it all, she had long, white gloves to match mine and a fur stole with more poofy whiteness. Don't get me wrong; I loved the thing, I just wish her chest didn't have all that fluffy stuff on it. I wanted to see me some... not that *she* had any, but I like to look at a woman's chest, you know?
We embraced for joy once I got out the carriage, but Melody let out a punctuated cough. Upon getting my attention, she shut her eyes and inclined her head, then looked pointedly at my date. Oh yeah. I backed up, took Reo's hand, and bowed steeply, kissing her hand to go with it. She in turn curtsied most elegantly with her flowing dress pooling about her feet. I opened the back door to the carriage, but Melody coughed again.
"What now?" I asked in exasperation, making Reo giggle. "Oh, right, flower." I then slid the sprig of mistletoe over Reo's ear, and damn if the little sharp green leaves and red berries didn't match perfectly. Did I forget to mention she had a Santa hat on? She had a Santa hat on. On with the show.
I helped her into the carriage (finally), and Melody drove us off the scenic way through the town. Let me tell you, loyal audience, it was getting dark just then, and the Christmas lights were just coming on all through the neighborhood. Melody had slipped a bottle of champagne in, so the three of us sipped away while we trounced through town in the most enchanting setting. Wowzers, and this coming from a rather skeptical guy.
We got to the stadium, which was on the west end of town, not very close at all to the university. People were arriving by the trainload, and in as fine attire as we two. We parted from Melody quite fondly, Reo saying to her, "Thanks for the dress." Damn. Wait until Sally hears.
When we got inside, we were transported to a magical kingdom of enchantment. Live snowdeer (a new breed; don't ask), ponies, and Huskys tramped freely through the natural playing grass, ready to chew up anything the guests were done snacking on (including the edible plates).
Huge pillars were set up to support great ropes of colorful, blinking Christmas lights, and they were mounted with four burning torches each, providing all the light and warmth for the entire event (except for the waiting area). Miles of tables filled with delicious delights, and waiters carrying trays of bubbling or frothing beverages and retrieve them again when they were empty. Women in beautiful gowns and men in dark suits and hats, green and red as far as the eye could see. My own lid was green, in case I left that part out, matching me up with Reo's red.
Reo was as enchanted with the whole ordeal as I was, but as far as I was concerned, the whole thing paled in comparison to the stars in her eyes. And there were stars, too. Looking up, we could see the stars starting to peek out of their hidey-holes for the night. I heard back to a time where vehicle pollution got so bad, you couldn't see stars anymore. Fuck that shit.
Being in a rather sappy mood, I was overwhelmed with the desire to give Reo such a kiss as I had given Melody and Sally, but she was first to act, citing, "Music! Let's go!"
Deep into the fray, there was a group of musicians playing classical twists on Christmas songs. If I wasn't mistaken, I recognized a few key people from the Garden that I had met earlier, including the two red-haired doctors, the wives that were headmistress and lawyer, and the boring psychiatrist.
Before I could even ask her to dance, some fresh fucker was already between us. "May I have this dance?" he asked quite abruptly. "That is, if your card is free...?"
He was looking to Reo's right hand, and damn if I didn't notice earlier that there was a little card dangling from it along with a small tube. Looked like a tube of lipstick. "Your name, sir?" she asked most politely, and rather than let him spin her around, she wrote his name down on the little card, then excused herself so she and I could have our go.
"Okay, what?" I asked, confused.
"It's a dance card, silly," she giggled. A guy wants to dance, I write his name down. Throughout the night, I go through the list."
"And what do *I* do? Watch from the snack table?"
She giggled again and buried her face into my chest so that we could spin silently and enjoy the music. The song ended in good time, and the guy was quick to find her again to take her up on her offer. For myself, I went off to find an arm of my own to entertain.
Actually, I was quite glad for the break. While I was looking forward to spending a pleasant evening with Reo, I liked the idea of dancing with whomever I wanted. Now that I looked around a bit, there were easily over a hundred people moving with the music, people of all ages. All I had to do was wander about and pluck one from the tree. What a wonderful night this was about to be. Absolutely nothing could...
"Derrick Gains, as I live and breathe."
You've *got* to be kidding me.
I turned around to see the one thing that could, as always, make or break more than just one meager day. There, putting Reo's simple white number to shame, was Elizabeth Rebecca Gains, my dear sister, the very one I had been hoping to avoid for a good long time.
Her legs weren't showing out of any cuts in her gown nor her arms hidden in sleeves, but there was a generous helping of cleavage (when did she get those?), bare shoulders, and heart-breaking ringlets that I've never seen her wear before. Her dark colors brought out the brightness of her blue eyes, and her body covered from the chest down drew eyes right to the only skin that was showing from beneath the black fur stole crossed neatly around her neck: her breasts. If she'd've been carrying a feather, I would've fallen flat on my back if she got anywhere near me with it.
"Good to see you again," she said when she approached. Nice to hear, sure, but the look on her face said otherwise. She was caught in something between a glare and a wicked smile. She curtsied to me; and not able to be rude in public, I bowed to her, and she took her place in my circle so that I'd dance with her.
She owned me with her eyes as we slowly spun to some rendition concerning a horse with antlers. Her eyes were scrutinizing every part of me, but I could look nowhere but at her eyes. "You look good," she said matterf-factly. "Smell good, too."
"You too," I answered, though slightly heavier of breath than I expected.
For a while, we just danced to the music. It was almost normal; except that deep down, I knew how she felt about me. And deep down, my body was crying for hers.
With the length of the song, she pulled ever closer to me, even shooing a man away when he tried to interject for the song's change. It was getting dangerous how close we were getting, and when I felt the whisper of the material in her dress put pressure on my pants, I backed off, but she only pulled in closer. I gave in, letting her pull herself against my hardness.
For myself, her chest was locked tight against mine, letting me see her enhanced cleavage right below my eyes. Hers were looking back at me, and with her coy smile, I took the liberty of looking down at her chest as much as I pleased. I also couldn't stop myself from stroking her back ever so softly, rubbing her bare shoulder, even going so far as to push a stray ringlet out of her face and over her ear.
I felt her tender body responding to my touch. However she felt, I knew she was enjoying being near me. "I'm glad to see your feelings for your sister haven't changed," she said in a new voice, a softer voice. "In fact..." Her hand unexpectedly retreated to my crotch, which she rubbed heartily for several seconds before sucking her gloved finger into her mouth with relish, "You probably haven't changed at all, have you?"
More than anything, I wanted to take her home where we both made our legal addresses and show her how much I loved her. Show her in a way that would make her body ache with pleasure, even make her pregnant.
Fuck, I shouldn't've thought that. Becky caught me with a look of farff pleasure, and her gaze went cold. "Still the same old dog," she said, her voice still seductive. "I warned Reo not to come anywhere near you, and now look at you. Who's this all over you, huh? Do you even know her name?"
Now I was getting pissed, which is a hard thing to do when your sister is rubbing herself all over your erection. "What makes you think it's not her?" I insisted.
"Because I was there with her all day, trying to convince her to leave you alone while she waited for you."
Damn. Caught. "Look, no one ever..."
"Of course, no one *ever* assumes she's going to tame the great Derrick of the North, why even bother?" She was furious now, but she was keeping her composure, not attracting the slightest bit of attention. "Try to explain that to her, but she doesn't want to hear it. So since it's not going to come as any surprise..."
Oh god, my sister is reaching down my pants, clutching my cock through my shorts. Stroking it quite vigorously. What do I even have time to think about? "Becky, what the hell are you doing?" I clutched her tightly to myself to conceal her hand from our fellow dancers.
She was belligerent and insistent, and fuck help me if it didn't feel the most wonderful feeling I'd felt in any number of months, including any number of forbidden fantasies that I'd been lucky enough to carry out. None of them, and I mean not even close, did they compare to Becky stroking my cock. Even through my pants I could feel the delicacy of her fingers, wrapped in black lace as they were. How did she get so good?
Everything in me that resisted, everything that wanted space from her, everything that felt for nice girls like Reo and Mandy, none of it stopped me. I could've pulled her away, but instead I pulled her closer so she could continue clandestinely. I was even clutching tightly to her shoulders, grunting into her hair. My sister, that promised herself to me. Becky, who fucked around and got surrounded by boys she didn't know that didn't care about her who could go from horny to pissed in a heartbeat, if only they had hearts. Becky, who was spread like a whore, accepting man after man...
No! Control yourself, idiot. Don't think of them, don't think of yourself in their position, giving her what she never knew she was missing. Don't think of showing her what Mandy and Melody had just gotten, what Reo was about to get, how your own flesh and blood would be the best lover you'd ever have in your...
"Becky*..."
She was immune to my pleading. With my resistance, she stroked me harder; and after I whispered her name, she was more ruthless than ever: "Come for your little sister, Derrick. It's what you always wanted, isn't it?"
For the... what, fifth? fourth? time that day, I blew off; and my thunder, it was the best feeling ever to let go right in my shorts, dressed in my finest, and by the hand of my dream girl of all people. For the moment, she was sighing alongside me, enjoying the forbidden pleasure just as much as I was. The smell of her hair alone, I...
"Don't worry, she'll find out what kind of man you *really* are," she hissed, "and she'll recover. Then you can go fuck yourself and all your little girlfriends for the rest of your god-forsaken existence for all I care. She'll always have me and her brother, and the three of us will get along just fine without you."
She slipped her hand out of my pants and stared into my eyes, and I felt like I was seeing her clearly for the first time. No, seeing something else. Something I hadn't seen since...
"It's your turn, big brother," she smiled, turning around.
"My* turn?"
"I'm not the only one who gets to play." Her ass was tipped up and pressing into my dick, which was still painfully hard despite the immense relief that came with what'll probably be my favorite orgasm ever at that point. She rubbed her dressed-up little butt against me, and it was heaven all over, only this time I couldn't shake the feeling that my sister was leading both of us down a path that would leave us both miserable wrecks.
But despite how good she looked, squirming against me to the rhythm of the music, how her developing breasts were thrusting out of her beautiful dress for the world to see, I just couldn't play any further part of it. Even if it was what I wanted, it just wasn't what I wanted.
I backed off her at last, just in time for her to skip a sigh of pleasure. Just in time, too. The musicians were taking a break, and couples were thinning out.
"Well, maybe next time," she said with a more frustrated sigh. Again, she had captured my eyes with hers, and now my face in her hands. She drew me down to her, and I became stiff. Ha ha, no, not my penis. Well, yes, my penis, but my back more importantly. "Don't flatter yourself," she insisted. "Dance policy: If a lady enjoys the dance, she kisses the gentleman on the cheek."
She looked rather elated to be so on top of things compared to my painful ignorance. Just as she said, she gave me one on the cheek, pressing extra hard from side to side with her lips. Odd behavior.
Finished, she pulled back, but only an inch. Her breathing was heavier than I thought; mine too. Her eyes were searching for something. I can only guess what she saw in mine, but somewhere in hers, I saw hope, and not hope for the future *she* was tending towards.
For better or for worse, she kissed me, for real this time, full and hard on the lips. This time, my body and mind were the same in choosing to kiss her back; for in that moment, I saw my old sister again, the one that loved me and trusted me. The sister I used to love to spend time with, the one that I felt like I could do anything with, do anything *to*.
Then there was this new sister, some cold-hearted hellion living in my precious sister's shell. This woman who wanted to tease me, to taunt me into submission, to strip away everything wonderful in my life, this woman who I couldn't help but want even if she killed me, and not just because she looked like my wonderful sister.
I felt so liberated, kissing my sister like this in public for all to see. Even though she was wearing her "disguise" of little makeup, hair out of her face, and dressed elegantly, there was still the chance we could be recognized, and I didn't care. I didn't care that people would surely notice that we were kissing so deeply, that I was feeling up her breasts and her ass, when we were supposed to be parting and seeking new partners.
Funny, seeing as I was so determined only minutes earlier that no one saw her hand down my pants. It just didn't matter. I could die happy no matter what happened that night, for I'd not missed the opportunity to grope her in that enticing dress, such a rare sight for her in her true beauty.
Our lips parted, making me feel more empty inside than... too many emotions. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I really do miss you, Derrick."
We parted, and she was off for different pastures. Over her shoulder, as though some switch had been flicked, she said, "Thanks for the dance."
Well, isn't that just the suck. *Now* what's gonna cheer me... oomph!
"Derrick!" squealed a certain someone who crashed into me with unhindered delight. And here I was still caught up in seeing whether anyone had noticed the "rich" behavior or if I could disappear off to the lavatory to mop up the rather discomfiting wetness in my pants.
"Riley?" It was my little buddy, the girl who needed advice on pleasing a woman, the one that came to visit me at the bar every day this week. "Isn't this a college party? Aren't you still in high school?"
"Cry got us dates, and we already ditched them." Her arms were flung around my neck and the music had already restarted.
"Forgive me; you said she was busy this weekend."
"Getting me a dress, the sly fox. And the eight-minute dates."
"Smart girl. Sounds like a keeper after all, neh?"
She smiled gleefully. For a girl as made-up as she was, her teeth seemed her brightest and best feature. Should've been a cheerleader. "What's her name?"
Huh? "What's *whose* name?"
She touched my cheek, right where Becky had... waitaminute... She turned her own cheek, and there was a big fat splotch of lipstick in the shape of a kiss. Wait, no, there were *two*.
I caught on and stopped looking stupid. "Fast night?"
"Only seven hours left," she smirked. "Got to make the most of it." That does it. All I'd be able to think about the rest of the night was this giddy little highschooler sneaking into the grownup dance to get as many women as possible to kiss her on the cheek. Each of them spinning her around on the dance grass with her arms thrown around their necks, her smiling up at them with that adorable expression just like she was doing to me.
I have to admit, I loved the smile on her face, a smile I had helped her get. And to feel her dancing with me, so refreshing. I don't know how, but she managed to cheer me up in no time at all. "Yeah, to hell with it."
"Beg pardon?"
"Nothing. Dance with me."
"Love to."
As we danced, my worries melted away. As pretty as the environs were, I couldn't help but gaze into the little treasure's eyes, enjoying her beauty, untroubled by this bullshit I was encumbered in. The fuzzy beasts with their pronged heads would waddle past us, jingling of sleigh bells. The Huskys would be in near pursuit with innocently wicked looks on their faces until someone distracted them with food.
"I want to ask a favor," she said, stroking my cheek lovingly. Wait, lovingly? And what was with that look she was giving me?
"Anything for my little buddy."
"That's what I like to hear," she giggled. Then she stopped moving and gave me a very direct stare. "I want us to have a threesome."
Well, replace my heart with a bullfrog and shove it down my throat.
"Umm... you w- you want a... seriously?"
And just like that, she didn't look so confident anymore. I can tell from having seen quite a few girls sweep the floor with their eyes. "Come on; we're both just dating, you and I... Cry says I'm missing out on not having a guy, but I don't want someone creepy, you know? I want *you*."
I was more aware of her moving with me now. Her small, sensitive body was soft and warm, and it fit perfectly in my hands and against my body, moved perfectly with me. Could I imagine taking *her* to bed? Her, who was unknown to man, who wanted a simple girlfriend to marry after they both graduated high school? Did I dare be the first to show her the life-altering flesh of man?
"I know we're just friends; heck, we just met, but I know you're... *experienced*, and I don't want to feel like a total... Derrick? You there?"
The musicians saved my by ending their number. "I gotta go piddles; I'll see you laters, alright?"
She smiled a sad smile of defeat, but she gave me a big kiss on the cheek all the same, thanking me for the dance. Two trophies so far, and seven hours to go. Sounds fun.
I went back to the exit where the toilets lived, and since the stadium wasn't serving thousands of people, I got through the line to turlet fairly quickly. I spent a rather long time in front of the mirror after I cleaned my crotch out, and I wasn't sure I liked what I saw. Two large lipstick marks were good for the ego, but how I had gotten them was questionable. Worse still was that neither of them belonged to my date. I know she and I aren't getting married or anything, but shouldn't this night be about me and her?
Stupid serious thoughts. If I was gonna be all noble, I shouldn't've been here at all; Sally was sitting around her father's house doing nothing but getting into fights with her arch-rival Tiffany and cleaning up after the youngsters of the house and their messy friends. Riley was a pure girl that didn't need my influence and Reo obviously had my sister taking better care of her than I ever could. Enough's enough.
I took me to the snack tables to settle my angry stomach, and I found the fare to be quite delicious. I watched the tail go by just like the old days, only it wasn't so fun without my boys to back me up as usual. I wondered what Bill were doing, or Sam or Dree. I wondered where Ivy had disappeared to with her two cute sisters, or what Sadie... Sadie? Wasn't I... where was Bill when... this is too confusing.
Then I thought about my Salamandy, of course. *My* Salamandy. My *Mandy*. I wonder what Sam'd think of that. I wonder what *she'd* think of that. Would she like a guy like me having a crush on her? She does like me, doesn't she? I hope so. I don't know why, but I think I'd feel like killing myself if she didn't. But then, I used to feel like that about Becky, didn't I? Oh well. Time to worry about the now.
"Hey, stranger."
To what do my wondering eyes and all that poetic bullshit?
"Garnet?"
"In the flesh as white as the Christmas snow. Dance?"
Once again, I was spinning on the floor. Only I don't know how good a partner I was being, filled as I was with serious thoughts.
"Are you gonna ask me what I'm doing here?" she asked.
Right, she lives in California. I hadn't seen her since the beginning of summer after Becky and I got ourselves kicked out. "Oh, right. Sorry. Umm... it's nice to see you again."
"Thanks for noticing," she grinned. "But seriously, what's with you? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"My sister, yeah."
"And I'm guessing that's a bad thing. You know how bad I feel for not finding you guys a match." She's a real estate agent for those of you not caught up. She and her husband worked with Becky and me to find a place. Didn't work, but that didn't stop me from fucking her in an alcove of the garden in the big hotel up north.
"We found a good place together. In fact, I'm here with the landlady."
"Which shade is she?" she asked, looking at my cheek decorations.
"She didn't know the rules for our first dance, which is unfortunate. With all the attention she's getting in her dress, might not have any lipstick left for me. What *are* you doing here, anyways?"
"Mom and Dad are playing in the band and Mom's singing. We decided to come along and get the kids out."
"That's nice."
On we danced. It was nice, being with her again. By all rights I should've been elated, but now that Riley was gone, her cheerfulness left with her. Garnet wasn't slow to notice, sweet woman that she is. "You know, if you wanna feel better, you can kiss me if you like."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. A little kissing never hurt, and it's great for cheering a person up."
I couldn't help but take her up on her offer. We shared several long moments of letting our lips and noses rub together, and I felt the most sweeping sense of elation coming out of her. I decided to just shut my eyes and let my lips take over for me, but it was Becky I was kissing as soon as there was no face to prove me wrong.
I began kissing her more aggressively right away. I don't know whether I was losing control of my fantasy or if I was trying to get her out of my head, but she met me halfway, allowing my tongue to ravage hers far too early into such a sweet kiss.
She withdrew with a pleased smile. "That was wonderful," she said. "But I'm gonna go ahead and say you seeing your sister wasn't the highlight of your day."
"Do you have any brothers?"
"Just one, but we didn't grow up knowing about each other." I blinked at her stupidly for an obscene amount of time. "Hey," she interrupted, "if you're not gonna talk to me, then kiss me." I shrugged, and on we kissed.
"Do you guys run into problems?" I asked.
"Actually, you'll laugh, but we became lovers."
"You did? How? Why?"
"I was raised with my mom and dad, and Roan was with his mom. We went to school together, and we started dating without anyone telling us what was going on."
"Oh, different moms. I get it."
"We ended up living close by, but they never told us they knew each other."
"When *did* they tell you?"
"We were pregnant before they told us. It wouldn't've mattered to me anyways."
"So there's no secret sister program hidden away in there, making you behave strangely to him?"
"We goof off, but that's just love. I goof off with my parents."
"So you have no idea what being a sister is like?"
"None at all; sorry. Unless you're trying to sleep with yours, that is," she laughed. I didn't. "Oh. I see. I take it she didn't like that idea?"
"Yeah." I was short on words now that someone finally wanted to talk to me about it. Bummer.
"Hey!"
"Huh?"
"I said, kiss me if you're not gonna talk."
"But it was just..."
She cut off my blathering with her words, and from then on, each new word was spoken with our lips still touching. "I'll leave you alone about, just tell me you didn't straight-up tell her you thought she was foxy or some nonsense."
"Actually, I *never* told her. A friend's sister found out I *said* I had *a crush* on her, that's it."
"So explain to her that you don't want to?"
"That's just it. I *do* want to." She cut me off to take a kissing break, kissing deeply at my admission of my lust for my sister. Her hand went down to feel my pants; to see whether I was turning myself on or if she was, I couldn't guess. She seemed hungrier. Thinking of me with Becky was turning her on too.
"Have you actually talked to her about it?" She'd stopped teasing my leg and was rubbing my cock openly with the palm of her hand.
"I don't mean to be a wet blanket, Garnet, but things just got all out of hand. There was this big fight; I think I really stepped on her toes big time."
"Well, you know your own business best, I suppose. As long as you care for her, truly and dearly, and not just for sex, then that's all that matters."
"But I do! I love her!"
"A little louder, maybe? But don't tell me, tell her."
"If I can find her again..."
"Good luck," she concluded, kissing me on the cheek, adding to my collection.
That really threw me for one. A seemingly normal woman and her equally red-haired husband were actually brother and sister; and by the sound of it, they had kids, too. I entertained the idea that it wasn't her brother she married, but she called him "Roan," and the guy who introduced herself as her husband said his name was "Rubious Roanoak." Ruby, garnet. Eden, North Carolina; Roanoak Rapids, North Carolina. It all fit.
Wow. Married. Here I had never heard of a brother and sister hooking up until spring of that year, now there were siblings that were married couples. The possibilities seemed endless when I allowed myself to think about them, but for what? Becky hates me now.
88
Given my choices, I decided to linger around the dancing grass. I wanted to bump into my date, but instead, I caught sight of Becky surrounded by men and an even wider circle around her was formed by jealous women. I decided to try the delicious snack bar again rather than watch her flirt with anything that stared at her chest rather than her face.
I sampled the many types of bubbly available, and it was working wonders on my mood. And did I ever need it. As for Garnet's idea, she was right: Kissing had done me a world of good. The more I kissed her, the less she resembled my sister in my mind. It made me remember the time we had sex, but then I started wondering what it'd be like to have sex with Becky, even more so to marry her, and then I'm back to square one.
You know how sometimes you need an angel in the works to fix things for you? It was like that then as I stood there between the fat goose on bread and the black fish eggs on toast. I had Riley to help me out before, and then Garnet, but I was alone again, and I confess I needed more moral support.
Matter of fact, Riley showed up *again*. She was snuggled up with someone obscenely attractive (big surprise there, given the town we were in) in a way that makes it hard to tell who starts where.
It was time for a change. A new, more direct Derrick Gains. One that wasn't butter for his abusive sister to melt.
I walked right up and introduce myself with my lips on Riley's neck without waiting for her to untwine herself from whoever it was she had latched on to. Given how our last conversation ended, I thought it might be the encouragement she needed to make her feel like I had taken considerable consideration of her request. She parted from her partner with a noisy lip-smacking (love it when girls do that of their own accord) and turned to face me. "Hey, you!"
I got another kiss hello, followed by one from her girl mate, to whom I had yet to be introduced.
"This him?" she asked.
"Derrick, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Crisis. Cry, this is Derrick, the guy from the bar."
"He's gorgeous, just like you said." I got another affectionate kiss from Crisis, who sent the adorable Riley off to enjoy the party so she and I could talk business.
"That's an interesting dress," I said from our turning spot on the dancing green.
She did a spin for me, and indeed, "Crisis Upon Us" was written down the bias of her shimmery little dress, which wasn't quite as glorified as what Reoren, Becky, and Riley were wearing. Come to think of it, Garnet's was lower-profile as well, little more than a stone-red tube covering her from breasts to knees. "We cheerleaders made our own dresses," she explained, "and we all put our names on them."
"Righteous. What's your *name* name?"
She shrugged ignorantly; we began to dance. "She told you, right?"
"You mean about the *nudge nudge*?" She nodded. "I barely know her, man. Aren't the two of you getting on just fine?"
"I thought it'd help her relax, you know? She's really afraid of boys."
"And you're not?"
She shrugged. "I* think it's okay to have sex, but she's pretty weird about the idea, like she's only allowed to try anything unconventional once she gets into college. You've been around; do *you* think it's a good idea?"
"I think a person should be able to get down how she likes," I philosophied, "but *I* never had no three-ways when I was in high school. I mean, you still live with your parents, right?"
"But *you* don't, college boy," she said with an enticing smile.
"I actually didn't get back into college this semester," I explained warily. What had Riley told her? "I was on a trip with the kids to Romania or somewhere; Riley and me met about eight seconds after I got back."
"Anyways, Ry's a really sweet girl, and I don't want her to get hurt. I think that if she didn't end up with me, she'd probably wanna hook up with *you*, but you don't strike me as the settling type. Would *you* be happy, dating just her?"
I cast an eye off in the direction the little girl had gone. "I donno. I'm beginning to doubt my old ways now that I've been around the block a few times."
"But Ry, she hasn't done all that yet. If it's with *you*, she'll be able to do it once, and you're already friends, so you're just being there for her in that sense, and she can keep being gay if she wants."
"What about you?"
"Me, I've had enough dick to where I don't need to complain about it for a few months, and her pussy is *sooo* soft."
I couldn't help but grin appreciatively.
"Besides," she purred, "I never said anything about swearing off dick, and neither did she. It just so happens that we ended up together and neither of us carry that equipment. But *you* do. Just call this our lucky day."
"Lucky day, call it? Yours, not mine?"
"From where *I'm* standing, yeah. I mean, seriously. Ry, she *really* cares about me. She puts more effort into one date than any guy has ever put into the entire month I put up with him. I want to keep her around, you know? With your help, neither of us have to go cock-free, and no disastrous strain on our relationship. She made sure to point out you were dating someone, you know."
"I hope it doesn't turn you off to be contradicted by a male peer, but I think you'll find *I'm* the lucky one. I never guessed you'd be so beautiful, and I never once hoped Riley would be able to see anything but your eyes in her future or her bed."
"Two scrumptious high school girls, yours for the night, no attachments, with probable returns? How about it, stud? When's the last time you had virgin blood on that dick of yours?"
Now I was getting interested. "You mean you haven't popped her yet?"
"I don't get to finger her much; not her pussy, anyway," she smiled slyly, "she said she wanted to wait a while to see if a strapping older man came along. Call it my fault for telling her there's nothing like having your hymen broken by a man's prick." She squeezed down on my cock just like everyone else I danced with that night. Jeeze. I mean, I'm not complaining or anything. Yay women.
"You've been dating for all of five days...?"
"I know, right? I thought we were gonna get tea or something like girls do together, but she took me to the burger place, got me all fat, then took me straight to bed. Made me come like... Well, *you* know, you've been so helpful to her... to *us*."
I was still thinking of something clever to say, or perhaps an answer for her, but she interrupted me with one of those reckless, hot cheerleader kisses. Me, I was never much for cheerleaders back when I was in high school, but it was nice to know they weren't getting any older as I got on in life.
The exciting young girl left me in peace after giving me the required kiss on the cheek just above her girlfriend's mark, telling me they were getting a room in a few hours and that they'd be waiting.
I still had plenty of nothing to do, so I wandered about freely, having a game of "who would I fuck?" There were girls that attracted plenty of attention, there were guys as well, and I amused myself walking through the grass seeing everyone interact. I was beginning to miss my boys at this point, though. "Who would I fuck" wasn't the same game without them or a mighty pint of delicious pale. Or dark; I'm more in the mood for dark by moonlight.
A few girls pulled me aside for a dance, and dance we did. I wrote my name on their card; they got more lipstick on my face. Actually, no matter what my mood was, I couldn't shake the desire to get my cock inside of one of these well-dressed ladies. Guess Becky was right: some things never change.
I found Reo again at last, her dance card as packed with names as my face was with lipstick. She glued herself to me to hear all about my night, though I didn't bother asking her about any of the men she'd danced with. When someone approached her with claim to her hand, she gave them about two minutes each, keeping me always nearby. It was on one of those excursions that I noticed a certain spot on her neck, just below her ear. A *dark* spot. Lipstick. I knew that shade, too.
"I see you ran into my sister," I said, my mood involuntarily darkening.
"Yeah, she told me you were up to your old tricks again tonight," she said casually, draping her arms over my neck for yet another dance. I imagine her feet must've been getting rather tired by then; she couldn't've taken a break yet with so many scribbles covering the small folded card dangling from her wrist.
"I'd say 'same old Beck,' but this is rather new behavior on her part, in my defense."
"Whatever; I already told both of you I can make my own decisions. What do you want to do? You know, when the dance is over...?" What, indeed. What fragile relationship I'd begun with her was quickly spiraling into something more, and I could feel her waiting for me to take that step with her.
It was at least two hours later after we'd sat and chatted for a while and I'd gotten some more drink in her before I started talking to her about what I "might" like to do that night. I made a point of scaring all the men away that approached so as not to be interrupted, and I think she liked the idea of me being protective of her.
"I was hoping we could make it a quiet night, just the two of us," I said warmly.
"I'd like that." And indeed, a smile was quickly infecting her face.
"Only..."
She groaned; she was expecting bad news, it seemed. "Not your sister again..."
"No, nothing like that. I've got this friend, and she told her girlfriend about me, and..."
"Girlfriend?"
"Yeah. I didn't get around explaining to them that I wasn't leaving without my date before they took off."
"Leaving? Date? I'm sorry; what are you trying to say?"
"They invited me to spend the night with them. They know I came with a date, but..." I looked into her eyes in a surge of sincerity, "...I didn't make it clear I wasn't leaving without her."
"Derrick... That's just a misunderstanding; are they still here? Maybe we could... all go to dinner or something?"
I took her hands in mine, still looking her in the eye. We naturally squared off, sharing a rather interesting, if awkward moment. Here I'd just offered her a most wonderful night (more according to her own imagination than my promises), and now she was prompting me to chase after two grade-school dorsal fins with her hunting them by my side, trading in her dolphin whistle for a set of shark's teeth. I don't think I've ever been so touched.
"It may be too late."
"See, that's your thing," she huffed, rolling her eyes and grabbing me by the hand, "you give up too easily. Let's go."
"One more dance."
I twirled twirled Reo, her eyes alight with laughter, mouth stretched into the largest smile I'd ever seen on her face. "Look Derrick, it's snowing," she said with an enchanting glow. We both looked up, and snowflakes lightly frosted our faces.
She stuck out her tongue to taste the frozen water, and for a moment I could see her as a child; naive, wondering, and very lovely. I drew her closer and kissed her softly. | 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar Ch. 02 | [
"formal",
"dance"
] |
Dizz, the Stripper By Sci the Cheetah
Dizz nervously stepped out onto the dance floor. It was his first day as a male stripper and there were some very hot guys in the audience just waiting to watch him dance. He took a deep breath and stepped out onto the dance floor. He had practiced the dance dozens of times. He smiled as the music started to play and he began to dance.
The guys in the audience began to hoot and holler as he danced. He couldn't help but giggle as he heard them. They loved his slender cheetah body. All he wore as he danced was a pair of shiny briefs.
He giggled as he began to give a leopard in the front row a nice view of his crotch. The man murred happily and began to reach out. Dizz giggled and nodded, letting the guy know that he could touch. He purred as the guy touched him and blushed when he realized that Dizz wasn't anywhere close to horny with his huge package.
Dizz backed away and continued with his dance. He gave a few more costumers a nice view of his ass and they rewarded him with $1s, $10s, and $100s. Finally, the music ended and he gave the audience a wink before he went back stage to count his profits.
"You were great out there," his boss said. "You're a natural out there and the costumers love you."
Dizz couldn't help but blush as he heard his boss. He then noticed a small card within the pile of money. He picked it up and looked at it.
"If you want to make some extra money, Come to the Lucky Duck Hotel at 2AM."
Dizz smiled. He loved making money. And making a bit of extra money was even better. Dizz giggled happily as he read over the card again.
"It seems you have an admirer. That's very good for your first day," his boss said.
Dizz was due for another show at one and then he would be off. The cheetah looked at the clock on the wall. 11:30P.M. He sighed. He still had an hour and a half before his next show.
Dizz went back to his room and noticed that he had a missed call on his cell phone. He then jumped back as his phone began to ring.
"Hi, Hun...Yes, I'm still at work...I won't be home for another few hours...Yes, I'm sure this job is worth it...I've already made $562 dollars in...uh...tips...Yes, I'm serious. Now, I'm just on break. I'll be home around three...I love you, too, Hun. I'll see you when I get home."
Dizz sighed as he closed his cell phone and set it down on the dresser. He then put on some normal clothing and went out in the crowd to watch Trixie, a male fox who dressed like a vixen. He was a senior stripper and a lot of people came to see him. It was Trixie who had gotten him this job in the first place.
Dizz sighed as he watched the fox prance across the stage. He was sure that at least fifteen of the guys that were watching the fox were going to paw off to him later on. He then wondered how many people would paw off to him. He knew that there had to be a few guys at least.
Dizz giggled as he looked at the business card again and read it over. He was very excited about it. He couldn't believe that he had gotten a private invitation on his first night.
After Trixie was done, Dizz went back stage to prepare for his next show. He was a lot more relaxed as he got ready for his second show.
"The first show is always the hardest," Trixie said to the cheetah, causing him to turn around. "Isn't it, B...Dizz?"
Dizz smiled. "Yeah. Thanks for getting me the job though. I really appreciate it."
"A cute cheetah like yourself? How could I not get you this job?" the fox said. "After your show, you wanna grab something to eat?"
Dizz giggled. "Actually, I have a private invitation."
"Did you tell the skunk?"
"No...it would only worry him. Especially since he doesn't know what I do."
"That's understandable. I don't tell the lion anything so I don't worry him, either."
Dizz looked back at the clock. 12:15. "I'm gonna take a bit of a nap," the cheetah said. "Can you wake me up ten minutes before I have to go on?"
"Sure thing, kitty."
Dizz yawned as he laid back in his chair and dozed off.
"Kitty...Kitty...KITTY!"
Dizz practically jumped out of his skin as he woke to a yelling fox. He yawned and looked at the clock. 12:45. "Thanks for waking me," he said before he began to get to strip out of his normal clothing and getting into his sexy shiny red briefs.
"Now I see how you got a private invitation, Kitty. Very sexy," the fox teased.
Dizz giggled and stuck his tongue out at the fox, which surprised him by taking the tongue into his mouth as he was pulled into a kiss. They stood there kissing for about a minute and a half before pulling away.
"Don't you know you're not supposed to kiss a whore?" Dizz joked.
Trixie laughed as he heard this. "That would be true, except that that rule doesn't apply to whores."
Dizz giggled. "Alright, now out, I need to finish getting ready and your sexiness is very distracting.
Trixie laughed as he was pushed out of Dizz's dressing room. The cheetah came out a few minutes later, looking pampered and fresh.
Dizz purred happily as he came off of the stage. He had made at least another $200. He went back to his dressing room and counted the money until 11:45. He then left and made his way to the Lucky Duck Hotel.
"Excuse me. I'm supposed to meet someone here," he said to the person at the front desk.
The receptionist giggled. "That guy was right. You are cute," she said before giving him a key to room 1431. Dizz looked around a bit before heading to the elevator.
'Man...the people that go to that club must all be rich,' he thought to himself as he rode up the elevator. It stopped on floor 14 and he got out. He walked down the hall. 1427...1429...1431. There it was. He nervously fumbled with the key as he put it in the slot and unlocked the door.
"Don't be shy. Come on in," he heard a voice say from inside. The cheetah nervously stepped inside and closed the door. It was the leopard from earlier.
Dizz blushed. "I-I came, sir. I'm here for your pleasure."
The leopard smiled as he took off his suit jacket and tie. "I'm really glad you came. I have a thing for spots you know."
Dizz blushed further. "R-Really? Did you enjoy my show?"
"Was it your first time? You seemed a little nervous. But other than that, you seemed to be really good. I'm assuming Dizz is just your striper name. Would you like me to keep calling you that?"
"Yes, please. I like to keep my stripper life and my personal life separate."
"I understand. You can call me Mike," the leopard said as he took off his shirt.
Dizz murred as he noticed how beautiful the leopard actually was. "I'll be happy to serve you tonight, Mike."
Mike smiled at the cheetah. "Come finish undressing me," the leopard said.
Dizz obeyed as he got on the floor and undid Mike's belt and pants, taking them off of the leopard and setting them with the rest of his suit. He then went back to the leopard and slowly slid off the feline's underwear.
"That's a good boy. Now strip for me," Mike said. It was obvious that Dizz was not the first whore that he had invited over for some attention, but Dizz loved it anyways.
He stood there and slowly pulled off his shirt to tease Mike. He wiggled his rump at the leopard while he slid off his pants and revealed his shiny red briefs. He heard Mike murr behind him and he giggled. "Like what you see?"
"Very much. Now show me some more."
Dizz smiled before he took off his underwear. "What would you like me to do next?"
"Start by sucking me off," the leopard commanded.
Dizz smiled as he got on his knees and licked at the tip of the cock before he pulled the entire length into his maw and began to suck on it. Mike began to rub his head and murr as Dizz sucked on his length.
"That's enough. I want to fuck you," Mike said to the cheetah after a short amount of time.
Dizz blushed as he took the cock out of his maw and got on the bed on all fours. It wasn't long before he felt his tail being lifted up and a cock being pushed into his tail hole, causing him to moan out in pleasure. The two began to pant and moan as Mike began to pump in and out of Dizz's tail hole.
Dizz gasped as he felt Mike reach around and grab onto his cock. "Oh, you're so big," he heard Mike whisper into his ear, causing him to blush.
"M-My mate tells me that all the time," Dizz said.
"Darn...I guess I wasn't quick enough to get you for myself," Mike said as he started to thrust harder in and out of the tail hole.
"Me and my skunk have been mates since high school," Dizz said.
Mike smiled and licked the back of Dizz's head. "That's very sweet. But right now, you're rump is mine," he said as he began to thrust in and out of the tight tail hole. He may not have been a virgin, but he didn't get fucked a lot. Him being submissive was a rare sight. Of course, right now he was Dizz and not his regular self.
"Damn...I'm guessing your skunk is the one who wears the dress," Mike said between moans.
"When I want a little role play," Dizz joked. He then gasped and moaned out as he came onto the bed.
It wasn't long after that that he felt a warm liquid jet up his tail hole.
"That was great. Thank you, Dizz," Mike said. He then pulled out of the tight rump.
The cheetah quickly ran into the bathroom and cleaned up.
"What's the rush?" Mike asked.
"I promised the skunk I would be home by three. It's 2:35."
"Well, I hope that I might buy your services again sometime."
Dizz smiled as he came out of the bathroom looking fresh and cleaned up. "Perhaps, if the price is right. Now, I really need to get paid and get out of here," Dizz said as he began to get dressed again.
Mike smiled. "I put $1000 dollars on the dresser with your clothes. You were definitely worth it."
"That's a lot of money."
"Like I said, you were worth it," Mike said, giving him a wink. Dizz finished getting dressed and collected up his money.
"Thursday," Dizz said as he headed for the door.
"What's on Thursday?" Mike asked.
"The next time I work. I won't be able to do another private show like this, but you can come and see me perform again at least."
"I'll be there," Mike said.
The cheetah tiptoed into the apartment and into the bedroom, trying not to wake the skunk.
"Did you have fun at work?" Sam asked.
Brent smiled. "Yes, I did. What did you do while I was gone?"
"I went to a gay strip club," Sam said.
Brent's heart stopped for a second. "R-Really?"
"You seemed so natural on the stage. But you'll have to give me a private show sometime," Sam said.
"H-How did you find out?" Brent asked.
"Well, I just decided to visit the strip club randomly and then I saw you on stage and I just laughed. The 'tips' you were making finally made sense. How much did you make?"
"$1,849."
"That'll definitely help pay for some college classes," Sam said before kissing his mate.
"You don't mind that I'm a whore?" Brent asked.
"Not at all. I had considered it once myself, but I just don't have the body for it."
"Are you crazy? I'd love to work with you on stage."
Sam laughed and the two of them cuddled before falling asleep.
Yes, I did a side story to the High School series. Sam and Brent are now in college and a young cheetah shows off his body to get some cash to help pay for schooling. | Dizz, the Striper by Sci the cheetah | [
"Cheetah",
"Fox",
"Gay",
"Leopard",
"M/M",
"Skunk"
] |
DISCLAIMER: This story contains homosexual love between an adult and an underage male. If these things do not appeal to you or if you are underage according to your area's laws, please stop reading now. The author is not responsible for anything that may happen because of reading this story or your feelings of the content.
If you are legal and this type of story appeals to you, then please, continue reading.
Sixam (c) Me Razor (c) My Mate Enix (c) His Player (cameo(
Sixam's Razor III: A Little Exercise By: Sixam
While Razor kept nuzzling his new friend, finding it nice to finally get to nuzzle someone so freely, the young fox spoke up.
"So what do you want to do now that we have seen the gorge? It is still early. Want to go back home and do something? Or we could go back to the lagoon if you still want to watch me swim. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it."
When Sixam said to go back to the house and do something, his mind went to the gutter due to what they were discussing earlier. He smiled at the smaller male slightly and when he heard the suggestion of watching him swim, Razor closed his eyes to think. Was swimming a good idea for the boy? Right now with his sore rear? Deciding against it, he got up slowly. "I can watch you swim another time. So maybe we should head back to the house."
"To the house it is." He got off the rock and started to walk, slowly at first so Razor could catch up with him and so that they could walk together. "So what do you want to do when we get back home? Anything special you had on mind?" Sixam asked.
Following closely then by his side, Razor thought silently for a moment. "Well...it depends on what you think is special, but mostly I think you just need rest and light exercise for now."
"Ok then. I guess I could use..." the fox yawned and stretched, "...a little rest and relaxation." He looked at Razor quizzically, "What kind of light exercise?" he asked as they approached the house
"Things like...stretching. Mainly stuff that won't hurt you but will help you recover." The larger male said smiling slightly as they headed into the house.
Sixam stepped inside and closed the door behind them. "So where do you want to do this stretching?" he asked, "And what kind of stretching?"
Razor blinked a bit and sat down. "Er...well...I don't know. Like this I guess." He stretched the way he did that morning.
Sixam sat down next to Razor and mimicked his movements. Trying to make conversation, he asked, "So where do you come from?" He wanted to find out more about his new companion but he did not know what to ask.
The werewolf watched him and smiled slightly but when he was asked where he came from, he looked up, thinking about it for a moment. "Well...I used to be in pack...but they were killed." He looked away. "I did have a place to stay but took a stroll to see the world."
The red and white male looked down. "I'm sorry to hear that about your pack." He then looked at Razor, "I'm glad your stroll brought you here." He grinned sheepishly.
Looking at the teen and nodding slowly, Razor said, "So am I." He smiled slightly and then rolled onto his back, padding the air as if taking a playful run.
Sixam giggled a little bit when he saw Razor roll onto his back and start to pad the air. "Do you want me to do that as well?" he asked with a little laugh.
Razor grinned and nodded, panting happily as his tail was brushing the ground. "Yes...It's a good exercise, and it doesn't put pressure on anything really.
Sixam giggled some more before rolling onto his back and started mimicking the actions of the older male again. "This is fun, "he said with a giggle.
Watching the boy, his ears twitched when he heard him giggle. He smiled and just kept padding the air cheerfully, nodding. "Yes...plus it's good practice for when you do go for a run since your muscles are use to it."
Sixam thought for a moment. "Yes, I guess it is good practice for the muscles. To tell the truth, I don't do that much exercising. I mean I walk and I swim, but that is about it. I guess that's why I'm so scrawny."
"Well, I'll have to stick around and help you buff up a little," grinning and looking to him, "Swimming is good. It's pretty hard so it takes a lot of strength, but get the hang of it and it can be very useful." He rolled onto his side, looking at his small companion, just smiling slightly.
"Well I hope you do stick around." He smiled back at Razor. "I'm not an Olympic swimmer but I can hold my own...at the very least I won't drown." He laughed a little at his comment. "So am I to keep doing this or are we done for now?"
"That's good to know, you fall in the water you won't drown." He closed his eyes slowly. You don't need to keep doing that. Take a break if you want."
Sixam stopped padding the air and lay panting for a bit. He then looked at the older male with his eyes closed and got an idea that might surprise the werewolf. He slowly and quietly rolled over and crawled over to Razor. Once he was close, he licked him on the cheek and waited for a reaction.
Razor's eyes shot open when he was licked. Looking at the fox, he blinked and smiled softly, blushing under his fur a little. "What was that for? Not that I didn't enjoy it."
Sixam smiled at his new friend. "I just felt like doing it. I don't know why. So is there anything that you would like to do now? I'm kind of bored. We've had breakfast, been to the gorge and done some exercise. Hmm...what else can we do?"
The older male smiled slightly. "Well...um..." he was unsure on if they should go again or if that was where Sixam was leaning towards. "We can do anything you want. Just name it."
"I keep telling you that you are the guest. I'll do whatever you would like to do. Although, if it were up to me...I would like to do more of what we did yesterday." He smiled at Razor but he knew he was blushing.
"I'm not use to being a guest." He laughed before rolling onto his stomach and nuzzled the young male. "If that's what you want, I'd be more than happy to try it again." He said licking Sixam's cheek tentatively.
"It is what I want to do. I want to do it very much." He giggled as his cheek was licked.
Razor smiled as Sixam said it was what he wanted to do. That smile turned into a grin as he heard the fox giggle, finding it irresistible.
Sixam continued, "So do you want to stay here or should we move to the bedroom?"
Looking around when he was asked where they should do it, he looked around slowly. "Er...well...I guess the bed would be a better idea since you can sleep in it and it should be comfy. Plus it saves crawling up the stairs afterwards or lying on the floor." He smiled softly.
Sixam stood up. "So what are we waiting for? Let's go." he said with his tail wagging slightly. "Come on." He started walking toward the stairs. "I can't do it without you, you know."
Getting up quickly, he followed him chuckling. "Actually you kinda could, but I'm sure it would only be half as fun." Grinning, he lowered his head and ran under the boy, forcing him onto his shoulders. He bolted up the stairs he slowed once he reached the top and let Sixam down. "Lead the way. His tail was wagging around he was panting slightly just from being in a damned good mood.
"Well that's one way to get up the stairs. Kind of like my own personal elevator." Sixam smiled. He led the way to their bedroom, giggling a bit to himself at the thought of sharing it with Razor.
"Yes...I'm an elevator now," Razor said laughing.
Sixam entered their room and sat on the bed before getting a sheepish look on his face. "Umm...ok. Now what? I'm still new at this."
Jumping on the bed and nuzzling the boy with his tail waving, Razor thought for a moment. "Well..." not wanting to be too forward, "you have to get comfy." Shifting his eyes slightly, he added, "Unless you want to try and ride me." He looked at Sixam and started to blush under his fur."
Cocking his head, Sixam looked at the older male puzzled, "What do you mean by try and ride you?"
Razor cleared his throat and slowly lowered himself down. "Basically you're in control. Instead of me being on top, like last time, you get to be on top and chose how far it goes in and how fast and so on...it was just an option though." He smiled weakly.
"I don't really know what I'm doing. We can try that later. I think for now, you should be in control." He looked at Razor deeply. "So you said I have to get comfy?" He scooted back and lay down. "Is this good?"
Smiling as he watched, he walked over slowly and stood over the boy once he had scooted back. "Looks it." Leaning down he licked at the boy's chest gently, not going to rush things since that could be dangerous.
"That feels good," Sixam said barely audible.
Razor smirked, just catching it and nodding. He licked further down the boy's chest, his paws moving up a little and resting on Sixam's arms. Sixam closed his eyes and murred, his foxhood starting to come out of his sheath. He wanted this to go faster but knew that Razor was experienced and knew what was best. Razor's eyes scanned the new arrival to their little party and licked as the pink surprise gently, barely noticing his own 'lipstick' poking its way out of his sheath.
The teen took in a sharp breath as he felt Razor's tongue on his member quite unexpectedly because his eyes were closed. With that little tease, his member has halfway out of his sheath, as if saying 'give me more and I'll come out.'
Letting off a low, seductive growl, Razor eased his tongue over the teasing pink mass as it was inviting him to do more. Closing his eyes for a moment, he just enjoyed the taste and smells of his new lover and made his pleased state quite clear with the waving of his brushy tail.
Sixam opened his eyes when he heard the growl to see the older canine's tail wagging. "Somebody looks happy," Sixam said as his length unsheathed all the way.
Nodding as he looked at the fully erect mass of the fox, the larger male smirked, "Yes, somebody DOES look happy. He chuckled softly and licked up the whole mass, his breath warm but heavy. He then moved his attention down and started to lick at Sixam's rear once again.
Sixam laughed a little when he realized Razor was talking about him when he saw that he was fully erect. This caused Razor to smirk as he found the laughing cute. When his rear was licked, the fox moaned and got goose bumps. He was greatly enjoying this more so than last time and he said so.
"This feels a lot better than last time now that I'm not scared."
The larger male nodded and slowly licked up farther, once again tending to the fox's balls, growling softly as he was dying to take the boy...again. He closed his eyes and growled softly, "Well...ready for us to move on to the next step?" he asked, nuzzling the boy's lap gently and smiling softly.
Sixam replied with a simple nod and "Yes."
The werewolf smiled and crawled up slowly, licking the boy's chest and then his neck. Sixam murred as he was licked. Slowly, Razor started pressing his wolfen mass against the fox's puckered hole. As the teen felt the large member at his hole, he braced himself for what he knew was coming next. After waiting a moment, the larger male began to push himself forward, entering his new lover. Sixam groaned in pain as he was entered. It did not hurt as much as last time, but it still hurt.
Feeling himself enter Sixam, he closed his eyes tight, letting off a low, deep growl. The fox in turn grunted as he tried to relax and take Razor in fully. When he heard the growl from his new mate, a small wave of terror flowed though him but tried to push that out. He knew, or at least thought, that Razor would never do anything to hurt him.
The werewolf's tail stopped moving and as soon as he felt that enough had been inserted into the young fox, he stayed still for a moment, allowing him to get use to the intrusion. With this stop of action, the boy was happy for the break. It wasn't as tough as the first time but he was still not use to Razor's mass.
Razor started to lick and nip at Sixam's neck. When he did this, the smaller male put his arms around Razor's neck, trying to either pull Razor down or pull himself up to be closer to him. Razor then began to bite very gently at the large fox ears, letting off a calm murr. With his ears being bitten slightly, the younger of the two, yipped a little but calmed down when he heard the tranquil murring. Being held close to the smaller male, Razor allowed himself to be pressed against the other, secretly liking the closeness.
Sixam wanted to stay like this forever. Having someone that loved him physically made him happy. He started to cry and buried his face in Razor's shoulder so the older male would not know.
Once he felt that the boy had calmed down enough, he slowly started moving his mass in and out of the tight recesses he had once again found himself in. But stopped nibbling when he heard the yelp, thinking he had hurt the boy. As the fox buried his face in Razor's chest, the werewolf breathed calmly, keeping his movements slow and steady. He rubbed the side of his head against the top of the boy's. That was when he heard the fox's gentle weeping.
Stopping, Razor looked down at Sixam, "Am I hurting you?"
Sixam looked up at Razor with tears in his eyes. "No, you're not hurting me. I'm just really happy. I'm happy that I met you and I'm happy that you love me. It's really nice to have someone here with me, that's all." Sixam gave a weak smile.
Blushing at the word 'love,' Razor nodded. "Happy tears?" he asked, nuzzling the boy's neck as he started to slowly move himself back and forth once again.
"Yes. Happy tears." Sixam said as he closed eyes and continued to hang on to Razor, moaning a bit every now and then.
He nodded again and licked at the fox's cheeks softly to lap up the tears, his thrusting getting slightly deeper as he did so but still kept his pace steady, for now.
Sixam grunted a bit as Razor's pace picked up speed. Then something entered his mind...something that the werewolf had said the day before. 'Doggy-style.' He wanted to try that since he had already had it on his back. "Wait. Wait." He said softly but in a serious tone.
Once he was told to wait, Razor stopped and looked down to Sixam, blinking and speaking just as softly, "Is something wrong?" He seriously didn't want to hurt or upset the boy.
"No...not really. I just want to try something you mentioned yesterday. You called it 'doggy-style.' I want to try that." He looked up at Razor with that look that only children can do when they are trying to get their way.
"Umm...doggy-style? I...er...can get a little carried away when doing it that way." He looked into the pleading eyes. "Are you sure you want to try it?" Since Sixam's eyes did not change, he nodded slowly and eased himself out of the boy.
Sixam grunted a little as Razor pulled out of him and let go of his neck. "Yes...I'm sure. I want to do this. I want to try everything that I can."
"You ...have to get onto all fours...and then...I can mount you." He blushed slightly at the thought of what they were about to do. His heart began pounding at the idea of doing it the way he found most natural. He was still a little wary though, he knew that he could lose himself a lot easier if they did it this way, but it was Sixam's choice. "I'll try to be gentle..." he said smiling softly to the young fox, waiting for him to move or signal that he had changed his mind.
Sixam giggled slightly at the word 'mount' as he began to get into position. He hesitated once heard the were would say that he would try to be gentle. He wondered just how rough it could get and if he should back out. He pushed the thought about not doing it out of his mind. He wanted to try this, even if it got rough. Suddenly he realized that he had just stopped where he was and must have seemed hesitant to Razor.
He smiled weakly and got on his paws and knees. "Ok, I think I'm ready," he said with a wavering voice.
Razor watched the boy, noticing his halt in movement. Once he spoke, he could tell the difference in Sixam's voice. He didn't want to force the boy, but at the same time, he did not want to scare the fox into never allowing him to do this again. Smiling, he moved closer, licking up the young fox's rear and soon crept over him. He placed his paws on Sixam's stomach and shuffled closer.
Pressing the pink tip of his wolfen member against the boy's rear, he leaned in slowly to where his nose was by Sixam's ear. "When you're ready, I'll enter you again," he said, licking at his cheek softly.
Sixam took a deep breath and prepare himself. He knew it would still hurt but not as much because Razor was just in him a few moments before. He asked himself one more time if this was really what he wanted to do and he decided it was. With one more breath, he said "Ok. I'm ready."
Razor nodded slowly once the boy announced that he was ready. He pushed his mass forward and back into the depths it was occupying moments before. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek against Sixam's gently and waited for the boy to adjust to him, know he would still need to.
Sixam grunted a bit as Razor entered his hole for a third time now. The pain wasn't as bad this time. "I must be getting use to it,' he thought happily but was still thankful that the larger male waited.
Once the werewolf felt that he had waited enough, he started to ease his lower region forward and then back slowly, the tops of his fingers pressing on the lower part of the young canine's sides, just above his hips. He wasn't pressing too hard, just enough to stabilize the boy a little as he started moving.
As Razor gripped his sides, the teen thought, 'This isn't so bad. What was I worried about?'
With his cheek still pressed against Sixam's, he started to thrust a little faster into the fox. His paws moved slightly, his fingertips placed against the lower part of the young fur's stomach. Closing his eyes, he pulled Sixam ever so slightly closer to him, making him enter the young, red and white canine a little more. Holding him firmly, he kept a steady pace as his tail beat about and circle round slightly. He started breathing a little heavier, his tongue hanging out of his mouth slightly for a moment before he realized what he was doing and pulled it back into his mouth. He wanted to keep his control here and not give into his more animal side, even though he was mostly as animal.
Sixam started to moan as Razor picked up speed and started to press into his prostate more. He still didn't see how this could get rough. He was extremely enjoying this. The pleasure was great. He began to start panting.
Shutting his eyes tighter as he started thrusting harder, he held the boy firmly in place as he slowly started to lean his head back, his tail clearly showing his enjoyment. He started panting heavily as he was now going faster and harder than he had done with the boy before.
Sixam moaned and groaned loudly as Razor's pace picked up speed and started thrusting hard and fast, more than he had ever felt before. As Razor continued to assault his prostate, he began to feel an orgasm coming. He panted in complete ecstasy as his lover continued to move in and out of him quickly.
Still panting, Razor shook his head slowly. Pulling himself closer to the boy, he started letting off quiet whines rooted in deep pleasure. Before he knew what had happened, his knot worked its way into Sixam's rear causing the fox to yelp. Now locked, the werewolf started whining louder with each of his thrusts into the boy, every movement bringing closer and closer to his own explosion. "I..." Holding back and gritting his teeth, he focused on making his mate cum first. He licked up in-between the fox's shoulders slowly.
Sixam couldn't hold out any longer. The act of being tied with his mate and the sensual licks that he was getting pushed him over the edge and he had has third orgasm within 24 hours. He let off a loud moan as he rode the wave of intense pleasure.
Hearing the foxboy moan loudly, Razor kept his eyes closed tight. Easing his paw down Sixam's now messy boyhood and balls slowly, he rubbed there for a moment, trying to stay calm. He soon moved his paw back to the boy's stomach to join the other, pressing them both against his mid-section. He then increased his speed and got slightly harder in thrusting. It was not enough to injure or hurt either of them, but it was now out of pure animal lust... His panting matched his thrusting as he brought himself closer with each of his movements in and out of the tight hole he was still occupying. His body temperature was increasing because of his physical workout, and the normal sex-blush wasn't helping him either. He started letting off whines every not and then, it was clear that he was about to cum.
Razor started whining louder and longer as his animal passion took over. His wolfhood was throbbing, ready to burst. Thrusting hard and fast, he shook his head quickly as he felt himself building a little too fast. Taking deep breaths, he threw his head back, maw open, and let off a loud howl as he hit a climax. Razor's cream soon filled the boy's insides as the wolf's sounds of pleasure echoed around the room and hallway. He slowed down dramatically after that until his thrust all but stopped and his paws dropped down to the bed to hold himself up. He then started to ease himself out of the boy only to find himself stuck. His eyes widened and he looked down at Sixam, trying to pull out again. "Umm...we got a problem.
Sixam felt the tug at his sphincter and knew what had happened. He didn't know much about sex but he did know a bit about the canine body. He looked over his shoulder at Razor. "Uh...yeah...it seems you've tied into me," he looked away and blushed a little, "I don' mind really. I like being close to you. Why don't we just lie down and wait for you to shrink?"
Razor blushed under his fur as he listened to the boy speak and started to smile. He thought he would get in trouble for it. He nodded and lied down slowly, as he was attached to the fox, and nuzzled the boy, resting with him. "This is kinda nice." he said murring as he started to relax more and more. Almost ready to go to sleep, he just held his new mate and murred softly.
Murring as he was nuzzled, the teen said, "Yes. This is very nice." He was happy to be with Razor and the fact that they were connected made it even better. As he closed his eyes, he heard a familiar voice calling from downstairs.
The cheetah entered the house with some groceries as he did every so often. "Hey, Six! Are you here?" he called out, thinking he might be swimming or at the gorge.
Sixam's heart started to race. "Oh no! Not now. Why did he have to come now?"
Hearing someone enter the house, the werewolf's ears swiveled about a little before pointing back. He looked down at Sixam. The boy was obviously getting worried and clearly knew who it was. He looked towards the door, not sure what to do. There were still stuck together so there was no use in trying to move or hide. Looking back to Sixam, he just shook his head and sighed, resting it back down over the boy's shoulder. It was clear he was exhausted, to exhausted to even worry. He whispered to the boy calmly, "Don't worry, you won't get in trouble. I'll make it look like I did this and there was nothing you could do."
Sixam looked over his shoulder and shook his head. "I won't let you do that. This was something I asked for. Plus Enix is pretty laidback. I'm sure if I just explain everything to him, he would be okay with it. I hope. He had known Enix since he was eight. They were close, like brothers. They had shared so many secrets. He hoped Enix could keep another one.
Razor nodded and closed his eyes, understanding to a certain extent. He just lied there, smiling slightly. "If he's not, what then?" Slowly he opens his eyes and looks at Sixam before starting to groom the fur on his shoulder tentatively.
The twenty-yearld cheetah placed the groceries in the kitchen and proceeded to head upstairs to Sixam's bedroom. He thought the boy might have gotten sick because of the previous days of rain. He thought that he had heard whispering and an unfamiliar voice. When he got to the room, he saw why. He stood in the doorway looking at the two canines, not saying a thing.
Sniffing the air, the werewolf looked towards the feline, looking him up and down slowly before turning to his mate, "What now?"
The fox gave his friend a sheepish grin, "Umm...Hiya Enix."
Waiting for the cheetah to answer, Razor just nuzzled the young male's cheek. Since he knew the feline and probably knew how he would react to the new male in the room. He yawned slightly with a silent whine at the end and shook his head trying to wake himself up. He was tired because of what they had done and because he really hadn't slept yet, but he wouldn't sleep while Enix was there.
Enix nodded slightly and asked, "Umm...what are you doing?"
Sixam looked at him innocently. "We were...uh...having sex and kind of got stuck." He grinned sheepishly. "You're not mad or anything are you? And...and please don't tell my parents."
Looking towards Enix as Sixam and then back to his red furred lover as he said about them being stuck. "Yeah...stuck."
Enix looked at the boy for a moment before smiling. "No...I'm not mad. Why would I be? What you do is your business. And you should know by now that I can keep a secret. Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" he motioned to Razor.
The fox was relieved to hear the spotted feline's words. "Enix, this is Razor, my new mate I guess you would say. Razor, this is Enix, a family friend and one time babysitter who now like a brother."
Looking back to Enix as they were introduced, he nodded slowly and weakly smiled. "Hi. I'd get up and shake your paw but...you know." Resting his head down, he smiled. "At least we're comfy."
"Well, since the two of you are 'tied up' at the moment, sort to speak," he chuckled, "I'll just talk to you later. I brought you some stuff, Six. Since there will be two eating here now, I'll being some more soon." He nodded at Razor, "Well it was nice meeting you Razor. Sorry to have barged in on you like this." Then he looked Sixam squarely in the eyes, "We'll talk about this later." And he left.
Sixam called out behind him, "Thanks for stopping by Enix and thanks for the food."
Once the feline had left, the werewolf lied his head back down, rubbing his cheek against Sixam's gently, feeling content and happy but also tired sine he'd kinda let loose.
Sixam murred softly as Razor rubbed cheeks with him. He was very content now. He closed his eyes and relaxed, relived that Enix took that well. He started to drift off to sleep. "I love you, Razor," he muttered in his tired state.
Razor eyes went wide and he flushed at the statement. He wasn't sure how to react. He just lied his head down against the fox's and slowly closed his eyes.
Breathing a sigh of contentment, Sixam fell asleep.
Making sure he didn't crush the boy, Razor got comfy and drifted to sleep.
YAY! Chapter III. There is still more, but once again, I would like some feedback. Send your comments and thoughts to Sixam (dot) Canoscan (at) yahoo (dot) com. Yet again... I hope you have enjoyed this as much as we have. Ciao. | Sixam's Razor III: A Little Exercise by Sixam | [
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"Yeah hon, how ya doing?" I ask.
"Okay, but I'm calling to see how you're doing." Beth says."
"I'm doing okay, just getting up." I'm lying now, and I feel Becky stir next to me. I'm glancing at her and staring at the nipple rings, damn, those things amaze me.
"So I was gonna come over, is that okay?" She asks.
"Maybe later, I've got a few things to do this morning. What time is it anyway?"
"About nine thirty," she answers, sounding disappointed.
"Why don't you come over about noon?" I ask.
"Okay, hey, is Beck up yet?" Beth asks.
"I don't know; I don't think so." And the question ticks me off, but I say nothing about it.
"Well, when she does, would you have her call me?" She says.
"Sure, as soon as I see her, I'll have her call." Now I'm uncomfortable with the lies and want to hang up.
"Thanks," Beth says, then finishes with "Bye."
I hang up the phone and Beck rolls over to face me. She is awake.
"So dear sir, are you protecting this maidens' honor, by not telling Beth I was right here?"
I look at her amused, but go with the genre.
"My dear Madame, are you the young queen, or are you still the princess?" I ask quietly.
"I'm the princess; I've not yet become queen." She replies, lowering her eyes. God she does look innocent I think, actually, she looks fifteen years old like that and I'm dumbstruck.
"Well, until you do, become queen I mean; I'll protect your honor from being tarnished by anyone. That includes the maiden Bethany." I finish.
She giggles, and then gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"And has this knight ever had a royal worship him?" She asks, keeping that coy look in her eye.
"I think not," I reply.
Then without another word, she slides down the bed, engulfs me and within seconds I'm as hard as any saber ever used in the middle ages. I'm in bliss here and when I get through with what she was going after, she holds me longer than any woman has ever held me like that. Finally, she releases my cock and heads back up the bed to my arms.
She kisses me on the cheek, and then suggests we take a shower. I'm for that and we head into the bathroom. Now it's almost a repeat of earlier, she's washing me, taking her time, and then I wash her. When that's all done, she turns around and takes advantage of my height and her lithe body and good strength. She encircles my neck, pulls herself up until her legs go around my waist, holds herself up with one hand, she then uses the other to take my surprisingly hard-again dick and impales herself.
I can not believe that within a few minutes of my cumming, she's got me hard again. She doesn't move at first, just uses some mysterious muscles in there to milk me like a soft velvet glove. Within minutes though I've got to move and as I do she throws her head back and arching her back goes vocal. Now I've had a lot of experience with sex, and I've cum at the same time as my partner, but I've never had one pull me with her scream right to it. Her head slumps against my shoulder, holds on tight with her arms, and removes her legs from around my waist. Slowly, ever so slowly she lowers her feet to the shower, kisses me, and shuts the water off.
We leave the shower, I grab a towel, throw one to her and as I dry off I walk back into the bedroom. A minute later, she comes out, naked as the day she was born. I watch as she removes the nipple rings, puts them in her purse, then grabs her panties, puts them on and follows with her jeans. I'm mesmerized, and don't know why. Then she picks up her sweater, faces me fully, naked from the waist up and slowly pulls her sweater on without ever taking her eyes off me. She glances down, slips into her shoes and then says, "You gonna get dressed or what."
I recover from my trance and go about getting dressed. When I finally pulled my boots on and turned around, she's gone.
I walk down the hall, turn into the kitchen and she's standing with the refrigerator door open. The coffee is beginning to brew, so she's already taken care of that.
"Want bacon and eggs?" She asks.
"That sounds good. And while you do that, I've gotta go out and feed the horses. Won't take but a few minutes. Okay?"
"Sure," she says without looking at me.
"Oh, and you're supposed to call Beth." I remind her. She nods her head.
I go out the back door and head to the stables. Looks like it's going to be nice day weather wise, but that's probably all it's going to be. With Beth coming over, it really wouldn't matter if the sun was shining or not. We're going to have a storm, and that storm has nothing to do with the weather.
My thoughts turn to Becky and now that I'm away from her, breathing fresh air and thinking a little clearer, I smell trouble. Mentally, going back to the bedroom I think about the conversation we'd had and it hits me. Jesus Christ, would she take the "princess or queen" thing to think I'm proposing marriage. Shit, that's not what I meant, but can clearly see how she could have taken it that way.
I'm feeding the mares, notice the bucket outside the bin, and realize Beth had fed last night. I wonder if she came into the house, then doubted it. Becky's car is in the driveway and my truck is missing from the garage, I just hope Beth didn't come in.
My mind wanders back to Becky. I'm troubled now; I'm thinking this is not what she or I need. So she had a crush on me once, maybe still feels strongly about that, but how fair is that to her? In ten years I'll be depending on doctors and meds, maybe even Viagra to keep me on an even keel. Ten years from then who knows what? I mean she'd be in her mid fifties; I'd probably be in a wheel chair and then what? I smoke for Christ sakes that will probably change a lot of things in the next couple of years not ten or fifteen.
What about kids? Becky should have kids, and I sure as hell don't want kids at my age. Net, net, this is a bad move all around. Well, there's more reality I think as I slam the stable door shut and head to the house, my head somewhere around my ankles.
Walking into the house I'm hit with the sweet smell of bacon, see eggs sizzling in the pan, and the toast pops up just as I close the door. Looking at the table I see my plate already has hash browns on it and a glass of tomato juice sitting there too. God this girl did pay attention when she lived with us; she'd just made my favorite breakfast.
"Hungry?" She asks looking up as she takes the eggs out of the skillet.
"Famished." I say and go to sit down.
She brings the rest of the breakfast to the table, fills my plate, and then hers, before she finally sits down.
"Reality huh?" She asks, looking at me with hurt in her eyes, and something else. Scared; she's scared right now, and I'm thinking she can read minds. I start turning red with embarrassment, she's figured out what I was thinking while I was outside. How? Hell, I don't know how, call it woman's intuition, but she knows as surely as if I'd said it.
"What do you mean?" I ask, feigning innocence, but I'm as good at wearing that as I am humility and I know she knows that too.
"Never mind, just eat before it gets cold," she says icily.
We do, and before you know it, the foods gone and I'm feeling like a cigarette. I offer her one and she takes it, leaning to the flame I offer her.
"Wanna go for a horse ride?" I ask, and have no idea why I've done so.
"We have time before Beth gets here?"
"Sure, and if we're not back, she'll wait." I reply.
So we clear the table, stack the dishes in the sink, and head outside. As we go into the stable, Becky heads to the tack room and starts pulling on a pair of boots. I look at her symmetry again, and my heart wavers a moment. God, to be with something like that for the rest of my life I'm thinking. How could that be a bad thing? I push the thought away from my mind.
Twenty minutes later, we're headed out the back field fence and into open country. We ride, easy with each other's company, but neither of us is talking until she breaks the silence.
"So what's got you so deep in thought Phil?" She asks, looking at me.
"I dunno, a hundred things I 'spose."
"And am I any one of those?" She asks, staring at me hard.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you are."
"Good things or bad things?" She continues to stare.
"Becky, I don't know, I really don't. I wouldn't classify you in any 'bad' thoughts, maybe sad, I don't know." I reply.
"Why sad?" She asks.
"Cause you are so young. Hell honey, there's twenty plus years between us, you've got your whole life ahead of you, I don't. What about kids? You probably want to have kids, and to be honest, I sure as hell don't." I explain, looking directly into her eyes.
"That's it. You're older and don't want to have kids?" She asks surprised.
"Well, there's more I suppose, but those are the biggest ones." I respond.
"Wow, that's pretty simplistic Phil, does it matter how I feel about it?" She asks.
"Well of course, I'm thinking about you, you're the reason I am thinking this way. Becky I could so easily fall in love with you forever, but how fair is that to you?" I ask.
"Does it have anything to do with what others will think?"
"No, not really." I'm a bit stunned by that but hold my tongue.
"It wouldn't make any difference to you that I'd suddenly be Bethany's step-mom if we got hooked up?" Becky asks.
"Well, I don't think so. I hadn't thought about that. It's the age and kids, really it is Beck." I finish, but looking at her I know she knows I'm lying. Hell that is an issue. What would people think?
"Get off your horse Phil." She says flatly.
"What?" I ask; having no idea what this is about.
"Get off your fucking horse Phil." She says mean as a snake.
I dismount and as I come around the left side, Becky who's still mounted up to the right of my horse, leans down, grabs my horse's reins, wheels, and takes off. I'm no where near ready for this maneuver and I stand there dumbfounded as I realize I've got about two miles to walk to get back to the ranch. Shit!
When I finally arrive back at the stables, Becky is nowhere to be seen, and there stands Bethany, grooming my horse, Becky's horse is already unsaddled and back in her stall.
"Long walk?" Beth inquires.
"Yes. What the hell was that all about?" I ask, mad as hell.
"Dad, let's forget for a moment what's between us. I gotta tell you, you've hurt Becky more than you'll ever know. I can't believe what you said to her."
"Hurt her, Jesus Christ Beth, I was being honest."
"She told you how she felt about you, and all she's been through?"
"Yes she told me all of it," I say.
"No dad, she didn't tell you everything." Beth says flatly.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Look, go in, get a cup of coffee, and let me get your horse done. We've got a lot of talking to do, and actually I don't care if we settle the issue between us, right now, I don't give a fuck about that." She says uncharacteristically.
So, I did. I go to the house, pour a cup of coffee, go to the cupboard, put a shot of brandy in it, and as I light my cigarette realize that my hands are shaking.
Goddamn it, life wasn't so complicated forty eight hours ago. I was trying to get over my wife's death for heaven's sake, and this, well, this sucks, big time.
A few minutes later, Beth comes into the house and grabs a cup of coffee for herself. She stirs the creamer into it and comes over to the table where I'm sitting.
"Okay dad, as I pull into the drive way I see her leading your horse on a dead run headed to the stable. I figure you've been hurt or something so I run out to meet her as she slides to a stop. She's almost hysterical by then, which makes me believe you really are hurt, but as I keep asking her, she keeps saying no, you're walking home. After a minute or so, she calms down long enough to tell me what she'd told you last night, about her dad, her feelings towards you, the whole bit. Okay, you won't talk about what you and Becky did last night and I respect that, but she made it very clear that for a few hours last night she had realized her long held dream of telling you how she felt. Not only did she get to tell you, she actually got to show you how much she loved you. Those were her words. She also said, she was 'on cloud nine', until you came in from feeding the horses. She knew you were having second thoughts then, but went riding in the hopes she was wrong. On the ride, she realized she wasn't and you were already getting cold feet."
"Cold feet? Jesus Christ Bethany, I'm not having cold feet, I'm being practical. She's your age for Christ's sake! Life doesn't work that way. Autumn/Spring marriages are a mistake, I've seen it before." I'm a little pissed right now.
"Didn't she call you this morning?" I ask.
"No, I waited for her to, but the first I talked to her was out by the stable." Beth answers, and then continues, "Practical? You call love being practical? When did that start? Beth asks.
"When reality hit me this morning." I answer.
"Tell me, goddamn it, tell me what practical is all about." She slams her fist on the table.
"I'm middle aged, she's young, she'll want kids, I sure as hell don't." I blurt out.
"So you'll fuck her, but won't marry her. That's sweet, I know a lot of young men that would do the same thing, I thought you were a bit above that you prick! Becky can't HAVE kids!" She screams at me. It's then that I reacted in a way so uncharacteristic of me, I was shocked.
I slapped her. I reached across the table, swung as I stood up and slapped her across her face. I dunno it wasn't just what she'd said; 'cause I really WAS a prick. It was a combination of being with two women, so different on one hand, and so very much alike on the other. One was my daughter, I'd actually fucked my own daughter and I was sick about it. I'd made love to Becky and I loved it as it happened. I guess I felt trapped. Trapped by what Beth had done, and very much on the spot by what Becky had said. Now I find out Beck can't have kids, and I'm stupefied again.
Beth's reaction caught me off guard too. She slapped me back. Well, that's not true, she didn't slap me, she cold cocked me. Her fist was doubled up, she connected with my jaw and I dropped like a ton of bricks. If that wasn't bad enough, she calmly walks over and kicks me square in the balls for the coup de grace.
She does that, then she drops to her knees, pulls me to her and crying hysterically tells me how sorry she is. I'm trying to pry my eyeballs from the back of my skull, holding my balls and wondering what's coming now.
During the next thirty minutes, I recover; go back to sitting in my chair. Beth keeps the coffee coming and we're not speaking during the whole time.
Finally after what seemed like hours, but as I said was only thirty minutes, Beth finally sits back in her chair, across from me. She's idly stirring her coffee but still not talking.
"You know what dad?" Beth asked.
"What now?" I ask.
"This is so fucked."
"What is?" I'm looking at her steadily.
"This whole thing about you and me, this thing about you and Becky, I don't get it."
"What don't you get?"
"Was the sex good between you and her?" She asks.
"I'm not talking about that Beth, and you know it." I respond.
"Okay, was it good between you and me?" She asks now, and I really don't want to talk about that either and say so.
"That's not fair, actually that's unfair as hell. What is sex to you then?" She changes her tactic.
"It's about love, with someone you love, someone you care about." I reply.
"Do you love either one of us?" She asks.
"I love you both, differently I suppose, but I do love you both." I answer.
"What's masturbation?" She suddenly asks.
"What? I'd rather not have this conversation Beth, really I wouldn't."
"Well we're having it goddamn it, and we're having it now, so answer the fucking question." She says defiantly, as my jaw throbs and balls ache remembering that just a bit ago I pissed her off, and didn't want to go down that road again..
"Masturbation is a tool I suppose for those who choose to use it." I reply a bit hesitantly.
"Do you?" She inquires.
"Masturbate? Well, is that really important? Why do you need to know that?"
"I'm asking the questions here dad, you just answer." She's pretty adamant now.
"Okay, I do, so what?"
"I've already said, I'm asking the questions, and I kind of figured you did. My question is who do you think about when you do?" She says; arms folded across her chest.
"Well, I don't know, I think you already know about my feelings for Nancy, so I suppose it's her when I do." I answer.
"Is she the only one? I find that a little hard to believe."
"Well no, there are others, actually, Becky has come to mind on more than one occasion, especially when I was drinking so much and Becky stayed here awhile with you and I. Hell, you both moved back in for that month or so." I said as honestly as I could.
"What about me? Ever go there with me?" She asks.
I hang my head 'cause she's hit a chord, and I really didn't want to hear that tune played.
"You do, don't you?" She asked, and not being surprised by it.
"Yes, well I have I guess." I say.
"You GUESS? You fucking guess? What kind of an answer is that?" Now she's mad.
"Okay Bethany, I do, I mean I have, yes you've come to mind at times. What do you want me to say?" I'm looking her right in the eyes now.
"So which is better, the fantasy or the reality?" She asks, much subdued.
"The reality is of course. Actually I..." and I pause.
"What? Actually you what dad?" She stares back at me.
"Well actually Beth, I've never thought about what we really did the other night, I guess I fantasized about your breasts mainly, how they'd feel, that sort of thing."
"So the answer is the reality was better than the fantasy." She says.
"Well of course it was; it was mind blowing, to say the least. That is of course, until I found out who it was." I finish.
"And what exactly made it so bad when you found out?" She's going to press this to the end, I know that now.
"It's the whole incest thing Beth, it's wrong, it's a bit sick and twisted, I dunno." Look what Becky went through, look how she's suffered because of that." I say and now I can't look her in the eyes.
"Dad," she starts. "Look at me dad. Do I look like I suffered because of what happened? I'm thirty five years old for Christ sake, not a fifteen/sixteen year old kid that got forced into some perverted shit with a drunk dad who couldn't keep his hands off me. I WANTED that to happen, I LOVED it when it did, and I want MORE whenever it's offered." She finished, and the honest look in her eye tells me she's serious as a heart attack.
"When Beck's dad killed himself, there were rumors at school. Kids hear their parents talk and everybody knew he hung in the bars and screwed anything he could get his hands on. Now Becky, she denies it all those years, because she really felt way down deep it was in some way her own fault he did that to her. She knows now it wasn't, but back then it was pretty hard on her. She always thought if she'd just run away and not left the note, her dad wouldn't have shot himself, and maybe even gotten help. But I gotta ask you, don't you feel what happened between us is on a different level? Do you think I'm gonna get all twisted up and shitty over us?" She says.
"Probably not Beth, but that doesn't make it right. It just doesn't seem right, I dunno, I can't even think about it right now."
"Well look at these dad," she says and opens her blouse. I'm staring at those beauties again, and this time in broad daylight. Jesus Christ she has a pair of tits like I've never seen. Even carrying two children those puppies are standing there like erect buildings. I drop my eyes hoping their magnetism will release me, but not before I notice the nipple rings are missing.
"I offer these when you want them, and anything else attached to me. I'm not ashamed, and I think the reality is much better than the fantasy, so there you have it about me."
"You," she continues, and pulls her blouse shut, "you have to figure out not only what to do about me, you gotta figure out what to do about Becky, 'cause that woman loves you beyond reason, and to be honest dad, you couldn't find a better woman to be in your life. Now think of that, she finishes, gets up, and walks out the door, slamming it as she goes.
I gotta be honest here, she really didn't have to slam it that hard, but she did and I jumped a foot when the shock wave hit.
So I sit there for about ten minutes, my mind going all sorts of crazy ways, and then head to the cupboard, pull down the brandy again, and splash some in my cup. But you know what? Even as I add the coffee I know I can't go down this road, so after one sip, I step to the sink and pour it out. Looking out the window I'm a bit surprised to see Beth's car still here. She hasn't left, and I have no idea where she is. I walk back to the living room, lie on the couch, and get lost in thought. I thought I was thinking, but if the truth were known, I fell asleep. It was a troubled sleep to say the least and at some points I'm fucking Bethany with Becky cheering us on, and at others' I'm slamming Becky with Bethany screaming encouragement. Weird, but when I wake up about four hours later, I'm bathed in sweat and shakin' like a dog shittin' peach seeds.
Getting off the couch I go back to the window and I'm relieved to see Beth's car is gone. I go out the back door and head to the stables. Little early for feeding, but I want to get it done before dark. Damn, I never did muck any of the stalls out today I think, but then excuse myself from doing it til tomorrow; at least I'm still in charge of the fucking horses. A bit later, chores done, I head back to the house and looking through the garage door, I'm surprised to see my truck in there. I know Beth took care of that, but who helped her; I have no idea.
Walking back into the house I see my keys hung up on the hook, and on the table is a note I'd not seen before. It's from Beth and it says to call her when I wake up. I go to the phone and do exactly that.
"Hey hon." I say.
"How ya feeling?" She asks.
"Okay I guess." Which isn't a lie, I'm just guessing here, 'cause I don't know exactly how I am feeling.
"Want some company?" She asks, and my hackles come up.
"I dunno hon, hadn't thought about it. I guess we could talk." I reply as calmly as I can.
"Naw, I don't want to talk anymore dad. If you want company, I'll come over, if you wanna talk about this shit, call someone else." She says, and then finishes with, "You tell me."
"Please come over." I whisper, and right then I fall forever across the line.
The phone goes dead and I go back to the living room. Why I'm so damn tired is beyond me, but I lay down on the couch, and after throwing my arm over my face, I drift off. Don't know how long I dozed, but suddenly Beth's tugging at my arm telling me to get up.
"Let's just go to bed dad." She says and I dutifully get off the couch and follow her. Funny part about this is, neither of us says a word, now I'll grant ya, we talked a lot about it later, but right then, we just went back to the bedroom, got out of our clothes, and got into bed.
I did notice the nipple rings were back in and I remember realizing that when these girls thought sex was in the air, the rings were on, any other time, they weren't. But I didn't say anything to her about that little observation, I just pulled her to me, and she spooned in like she'd lived there before.
I did put my right arm under hers and grasp her breast. Didn't touch the ring, just held her boob, and marveled at its size, firmness, and warmth. Then I was dead to the world, and I have no idea how long I slept til my erection woke me up, poking and sniffing around her ass and panting to get into something. I guess that would wake most men up, and I was feeling pretty good when that happened. As the fog completely cleared my head I realized he wasn't up on his own, he had someone's fingers wrapped around him stroking him to his current frenzied state.
The back of Beth's left leg was firmly pressed against the front of my left leg, and her right leg was bent at the knee and pulled up so that her leg was almost to her belly. She was opening herself up, pistoning my friend with her fist, and getting ready to haul him into one of those warm tunnels she had opened. Turned out it was her cunt she chose first, and as she tugged him forward, I helped propel him home.
Then the magic, the warmth; the fuck-my-eyesut movements that go on for a few moments until she said, "No! Hold on a second." She pulls forward, unplugging my friend, and he's a little pissed about that, to which I agree; one shouldn't treat friends like that. But she quickly rolls over on her back, spreads her legs, and pulls me atop her. I'm home again in a second and breathing easier at the feeling.
Now she pulls my face to hers and we kiss. I mean we kiss like we've been marooned on an island away from the opposite sex for six or seven years. She takes in a deep breath as I start to establish a rhythm until we both arch, hold our breath, see stars together and cum like gangbusters.
This woman's a sexual athlete at her peak, and why I recognize that with awe at this particular time instead of having the feelings of guilt run into my heart, is beyond me. But I do it gladly as I kiss her softly and then roll to the side and bring her with me.
"I love you ya know." She says simply.
"And I you, above all else, I love you." There, simply given; simply said. We're both off in our own little worlds thinking thoughts, holding each other as tightly as we can and eventually doze off peacefully. I enter that never-never land that, for whatever reason tonight, is a peaceful place with lovely bird noises and the sound of a small brook running near by. I sleep the sleep of the dead, and am happy to be there.
*To Be Continued...* | How Did You Know? Ch. 04 | [
"reality fantasy",
"dad beth",
"beth asks",
"love simply",
"door head",
"cold feet",
"beth car",
"minutes beth",
"waist slowly",
"christ sake"
] |
The hunt for a male delicacy Copyright of Nintendo, Game Freak and anyone I do not know Character are mine (Delete341)
Two females were hunting for a rare treat. The weavile and ninetales were talking. They had a winter agreement that was done for a few winters. The weavile got to stay in the ninetales' den. They tag-teamed for hunting game in the winter. First they needed a female in heat. They found a frostlass and toyed with her. They wanted her scent as a cover. Neither female was in season so that was the best time for their hunt. The weavile spoke, "Now Kate. I want my share first this year and you get his milk." The ninetales replied, "That will be your winter fee this year but, I want the shaft too. Listen, Judy. I want my delicacy and we will be sticky afterwards and need some private time to clean up. You did bring the stones this year, right?" Kate replied, "I did they are in a bag from the last prize right here. Why?" "You see, when males evolve they regrow 'their berries' and I want earrings this year as a snack later." A few hours of walking they found their prey. A male pansage and the cover scent worked. He was interested in the ninetales. The ninetales acted in heat and he wanted to make her a mother. Kate grabbed him and flipped him on his back. Her tales cover her real goal. She licked his sheath and he was erect in no time. She was a hot fire type and he was a grass type. He was playing with her vulva slit. She was enjoying it and was liking his actions. She was sucking his shaft and he was about to ejaculate when Judy came in and faced Kate. Judy opened her mouth and was chewing on his nuts. Soon his scrotum was bleeding but, he was so interested in his lust he took little notice. His shaft was throbbing and he felt a pain. Judy pulled his fruit tight and ripped them off. His was so close to blowing a load and the ninetales turned and looked at him. They denied his final baby juice. "Why. They never grow back." He asked. Kate told him, "I have a stone here and you get them back right now." She used the leaf stone and he evolved; still, erect into a simisage. His new fruit was free from his removed sack. Judy kept them warm and Kate was finishing the blow job. He was about to give a shot of semen when she started to bite down harder. Soon he was panting and blood dripping from his shaft. She was cooking his penis in her mouth and cauterizing the wound when she felt his release all over her face. He was screaming in a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Judy held his milk makers tight and Kate bit the spermatic cords. Judy took some vines and tied what was left still on his nuts and gave the new earrings to Kate and helped put them on. He was weak as Kate said chewing his 'male hood', "Thanks for the treat and the earrings." Then, she moved his severed penis in her mouth to continue eating. He looked at his gear and, all gone. Judy turned around and was hungry but a new male was in their sight and they traded places.
The simisage was in pain and terror. His gear would never come back. Next to him was a male luxray.
The luxray said, "They never harm me. I am a dud from birth, but they need me for heat. They do not want to be mothers anymore. It is a sad story but you are too afraid to move so listen, well. The ninetales had a loving mate who cared for her until his other female found out and harmed him. The ninetales was sad and angry so, she left her den and found the other female's den and she was not there. Her male young were, and the ninetales was angry. She grabbed each young male and ripped their penis off. Then, she ripped their sack and mutilated the precious jewel inside. She fixed all of them and hurt the females by holding them hostage at her den. The mother found her and the ninetales killed her slowly by pulling her eyes out and her tail off. She was eaten alive. The pups had to watch and soon they accepted the ninetales as their new mother. Just be glad they did not kill you if you hurry a ditto can repair your damage but, be quick and quiet she kills all ditto's in her territory." The simisage was passed out and the luxray carried him into a cave and locked him in chains. The simisage woke up and saw three other males and the luxray outside. He looked down and his gear was still gone but it was sealed with wax. "You all belong to me now and I will have a ditto restore your 'male hood' for life servitude for me. I am her king and if you decline the offer you are for sale. Choose quickly." The luxray said. "You tricked us! We took your word and you are a slave dealer!" The simisage yelled. The luxray spoke again, "Because of him you are all for sale and you are not getting restored except the lucario who paid in full for his freedom. Thank the new cage member for that." The lucario was freed and had his gear restored. He had pledged life servitude to save his sick mother as payment. She was treated and healed. His new role was the personal servant to the luxray. The luxray was the king of the forest and he had no ability to have pups so, the lucario was his next best thing. The lucario was quick to figure it out but his lust was still a challenge. He had several male slaves below is rank to satisfy his lust. If he fathered children, he would lose his new pair and penis. He wanted females but, it was a real risk. If he became a father and was not the valley leader he was not safe. Only the leader of the group got to fathers. It was a rule only for nobility. Savants were higher rank than slaves. Slave and servants were both owned but servants had some rights. They could father children if the master gave them permission. Some could earn their freedom by doing dangerous tasks that slave were not trusted like spying on other nobility and deliver messages. The slaves were not trusted with those tasks. They were castrated and no means of pleasuring females. Female slaves were valued for breeding and house work. Female servants were guards for the unmated quarters for noble females. It was a bit strange to most of the pokémon population. The luxray asked the lucario, "I never got your name what do I call you?" "Seven. Master." The lucario replied. The luxray smirked and asked, "Seven? Why did your mother name you?" "No master. My father was not creative and named all males by order of hatching and only named females. My mother had no choice as she was rased that way." Seven told him. "It is near heat and I have two females coming in for so, do not speak to them. You know them because they took your first set." The luxray told his servant. A few hours later the bell rang for the door and Seven opened the door and shook in fear. It was the weavile and ninetales who took his first set. He swallowed his fear and guided her and a ninetales to his master. His master greeted them and said to his servant, "Pick any three females in my service and you can have them for the week." The lucario received the permission paperwork and he had over thirty to choose from. He was allowed to pick only female slaves to breed with. He picked his first in his head. His master knew this; all his female slaves were locked up during heat away from any males. Seven read the permission and his children were not the mothers' or his but their master's children and were free after one year of servitude for him. The luxray could not support or sell them as property. The ninetales named 'Kate' would not allow this; she was adamant about this. She possessed half valley from her old mate. She defended her territory from others and was vary aggressive about it. She viewed the children of servants and slaves did not deserve to be property all their lives. She was once a slave's daughter as a vulpix. She spent years serving her master until she killed him and picked a mate to run with. She ran with him until he won half the valley and she settled down in her large permeant den. Seven saw his choices and picked numbers 32, 15, 25. Number 32 was his favorite. He lusted for her and she had the same feeling for him. She was a quilava and his best friend. She was a female that gave live birth and that is why he was safe to have sex with her. She wanted children that were with a male that she picked. Usually she had males that paid for her body for a week. She was his first real friend who fell into sickness and captured. She was bought at a low price due to her sickness that she had just recovered. She was the food server and he kept their relationship quiet. He had mated with her before when she was not in heat. Number 15 was a miltank who job was nursing live born children. She laid eggs and clients paid extra for her. She had to provide milk for everyone. She was an older slave who served her master's father and raised him. The luxray gave her more freedom and choice. She rarely was forced into sex. She was considered old and near barren. The nanny of the slaves she hated being a slave but her current master was better than her last three owners. He treated her much better. In her masters' mind she was family. Number 25 was an egg-laying banette who was young and could make lots of eggs. She was near dead by a reaper absol who chained her to a lake and was pulling her under. Seven pulled her out of the water when she worked in the fields. She was his second best choice. She was the most experienced lover there. She hated males and Seven wanted her to save her. He wanted a little privacy and she could guard the door. She could toy with the others for all he cared. She ran from a storm that killed her mother. She was captured and dragged into a harem. She was hard to brake and males raped her several times a day for months and she did not brake or plea. She killed two and was deemed unsuitable for sexual services. She was purchased as joke and given to her current master. She was the ambassador to 'Kate' and had to live in a tower never touched by anyone. She worked in the fields in the summer and the furnace in the winter. Seven wanted to have all of them in the tower. First he had his favorite number 32 and she loved him, he had a whole week without his master needing him for anything. He got all three females better food and drinks. It was a light dinner and heavy drinking. Seven kissed his favorite and he was erect and she was in serous heat. He had her on the floor as the others watched. He was pent up and inexperienced. Free males mated all the time but owned males did not. Most were former males and a few still had their equipment attached. He kissed her passionately and was playing with her vaginal slit with his paw. She was hot and he started to enter her and use his seed properly. She was moaning and he was about to burst and held back. She really wanted his penis to calm her estrous. She held her release until she gave way and her body signaled him and he had a full knot and released in her. They were stuck together for an hour and when he pulled out he was fatigued. Number 25 wanted him and pressed her ice cold body against him. Inside she was warming up and touched his sanative shaft. He looked confused as she played with him. She waved her rear end in front of him and was teasing. He wanted to play with her last and she did not. Number 15 was the one he wanted second and he danced with her as the others watched as the miltank swayed her hips and he was ready for her. He entered her during the dance and was thrusting in her as she started to pant. She fell down and he was pumping in her. She gave in and he filled her with semen. She pulled out and he still had his knot was still stiff. He grabbed number 25 and began to play with her. She wanted sex badly and he entered quickly and he was a tough fit. His knot just fit and he was stuck. He was on the bed and she was on top. He was panting and filled her with his seed. It took an hour for him to deflate enough to come out. All four crashed on the bed and relaxed. It was like being free and that was rare for them. In the morning number 32 got some food for them and all three females did not have to work for this week and came into a morning romp that Seven was in the middle of. She put the food on a table and joined in. She squeezed his jewels and that got his attention when she was twisting his sack. He pushed her back and kissed her. This broke the entertainment and they ate. Afterward he had all three again. Soon he was empty of semen and needed some rest. The door opened and there was a special request 'Kate' wanted. She wanted his milk for her breakfast and the other females were specious. "I got my meal from him and I wanted to try some spunk filled male milk. No real harm will come of him." Kate told them. They heard the rumors about her and Seven told them what she did to him. Number 25 got a bowl out and was giving him a 'paw job' he woke up to this and released a clear stream of semen. Kate was surprised until number 32 told her what the previous night had. He was scared to see Kate and the two others held him down as Kate left the room and he locked the door. He drank some water and ate some fruit. He needed to eat healthy for him to make more sperm. That day was spent sleeping and that night was full of sex. It was the third day and number 32 had her heat dissipated and she read his permission. To her dismay it was not her child but, her masters. She felt that was unfair but she was property and had no choice. She was going to have Seven pups and he loved her. The other two mated that day but 32 decided to look outside of the tower and knew freedom was over the mountain. Number 15 told her, "Over the mountain is a cruel master and even our children would never be free. Her they have one year in servitude then they are free. Slavery is a fact of life here and having a kind master is the best you can get. Most masters use their slave is battle as expendables but field work is not your lifestyle. When our master passes on Seven will claim the throne and he will make you his queen, he told me that once and he does love you. Running now is a vary bad idea, many do and find harsher masters and the punishment is severe." Number 32 was her identification but Seven knew her real name, it was Lisa. He only called her real name during sex. She had to stay there and the week went fast as twelve eggs and one pregnant female were special. Very few were allowed to have children for financial reasons and population control. Too many pokémon in the valley would bring in further trouble. Slavery was a huge business outside the valley and many free pokémon were slaves who ran and the valley was safe if they defended it. On the other side of the valley there was a port and many wealthy guilds were there and they outlawed selling slaves in the port. The valley was prime territory and many battles were opposing armies of slaves and fighters. Everyone had to fight to protect the valley. Months past and the master of all of them was near death and freed Seven to be the new master. Seven freed number 32 and she was near labor. She was free when she gave birth to four males. Two cyndaquil and two riolu. She also had a daughter riolu. She was free and got to name them all. Number 15 got to retire and 25 was still owned but she was a servant now. Seven need some new solders to protect the valley and allow all the females to breed to create a new army to conquer the bridge and tunnel from another noble who killed his father. Seven was part of a revolt and his father was a leader. He taught his some how to fight a war. Sevens' father was impaled as a death sentence. Seven and his mother ran into the valley to stay alive. | The hunt for a male delicacy by delete341 | [
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"Castration",
"Cock And Balls Torture",
"Cooking",
"Fanfiction",
"Forest",
"Genital Vore",
"Knot",
"Lucario",
"Luxray",
"M/F",
"Ninetales",
"Non-Anthro",
"Penectomy",
"Pokemon",
"Quilava",
"Seduction",
"Sex",
"Slavery",
"Straight",
"Vaginal",
"Weavile"
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Surprisingly, no one working with them on a daily basis really seemed to notice it, despite how unlikely that was. Perhaps they were all just glad to be rid of the major problem of warehouse-filling boob sizes and were glad to ignore something that was, by all objective measurements, downright minor in comparison; as long as there were no more explosions, the researchers were more than happy to move on and not think too hard about it, even when they unequivocally caught the two women openly discussing the subject… purely in hypotheticals, of course. Neither Linda nor Beth were ready to break through that polite fiction they had set up for themselves, that their talks about growing sizes and being bigger were anything other than just “dreams” or “maybes”, as opposed to something that was very much taking place in front of their eyes; part of them feared that if they drew attention to it and made it “real”, for lack of a better word, then not only would they make it worse somehow, but attract the attention of Rivtech and its ever-present corporate oversight. And going back to what they had just left behind was the last thing they wanted to do.
So they talked about it, pretending as if it was just a hypothetical, even as their discussions grew increasingly more detailed and carried with them snippets from events that actually took place in their daily life, bits and pieces that wouldn’t make sense in a purely theoretical scenario but which they insisted on pretending was only there for the sake of setting up an example. They talked at length about what they would do if Linda ever managed to develop the ability to control her size, what would happen if her size ever fluctuated without her control, always speaking towards the future and never quite managing to discuss things in the present tense… not even when their close physical proximity inevitably resulted in Beth becoming intimately acquainted with a bust that was clearly bigger than it had been before they began talking, her eyes half-lidded as she maneuvered herself to get on top of that gorgeous panda she was happy to call her partner.
Linda, for her part, would be lying if she said she didn’t want to talk about it in more realistic terms, but found that approaching the subject from this odd, almost self-denying angle was far more fun than it really should be. It was like a form of roleplay, where both her and Beth acted like they were in those comics they used to like perusing through, as if their lives had turned into the first few foreplay pages before the expansion and growth kicked in; it tickled a few of her buttons, she wasn’t about to deny that, and as the days went on and her control over her bust size grew more powerful, it felt like the perfect complement to this new, unexplained ability of hers, because it too was becoming hard to deny.
If initially it was something that just happened whether or not Linda really wanted it to, as the days passed and the effects became more and more noticeable, the panda found herself capable of, if not outright telling her body when to start and stop, at least have it speed up or slow down, usually enough to lead into a size she felt like experimenting with. Some more time and this would eventually lead to a much finer control, until, with some effort, Linda was able to outright initiate a growth spurt and get it to brake just enough to stop on its own… until she could put an end to it without having to resort to a slowdown period. It all took some time, of course, but given that the two of them were stuck in observation and Rivtech wasn’t about to let them go any time soon, there really wasn’t much else that could be done apart from the standard exercise routine. Besides, with Beth there, it served as a motivator to try and get her life back on track on her terms, no one else’s; if she wanted bigger tits, she’d get them.
This worried Rue, to some extent, who felt it was technically her job to put an end to this self-exploration, yet couldn’t really bring herself to talk it out with either the panda gal or the human half of the couple, for fear that she might just trip up and say or do something that would completely ruin the trust they had built with one another. Knowing just how difficult the trek had been for the two test subjects, the doctor had no intention of spoiling their fun, especially if it was controllable, nor did she want to sour their relationship by letting the two young women think that she herself had been some kind of corporate stooge all along; Rue’s intentions were nothing if not genuine, because even if Rivtech could take an extended walk into the ocean and not turn back around, Linda’s condition was still wildly unpredictable, potentially unstable, and definitely hazardous to both their health and the safety of others.
What if they had another growth spurt like the one that started everything and led to her being put in charge of the project? Or worse, what if this new explosion of growth never stopped, or Linda decided to consciously keep it going for so long that it became self-sustaining? She couldn’t feasibly be brought back into company custody every time something half-bad happened, so control was paramount.
And yet, despite being both fully aware of this and seriously concerned by the implications of Linda being able to control her bust size at will, Rue really couldn’t find it in her to try and stop them. She’d watch the couple through the security cameras on occasion, just to make sure everything was still above board, and just the sight of those two finally being happy and content was… a bit too much to bear. Perhaps she had become emotionally invested and should discharge herself from the project for the sake of integrity and ethical standards; in fact, that was very likely to be true, and each second she spent not distancing herself corrupted the results further. But these weren’t lab rats that Rivtech was playing with, they were people, they were two young lovers who just wanted to get back on with their lives and try to experience something resembling normalcy after months of a company-imposed hell resulting from a freak genetic storm. For Rue to want to prolong observation past the necessary point, or worse, keep Linda and Beth in custody for further examination, would be for her to betray the trust she had built with those two; worse yet, and after reading through the gene-scans provided by the labs, it would probably be completely useless as well.
The results were nonsensical, and yet they were absolutely correct, with no machine defects or sample contamination found. Against all odds, and in defiance of any sort of basic scientific logic, Linda’s genetic code had somehow repaired itself, or something else entirely had swooped in, fixed it for her, then left the premises before it could be identified or leave behind any evidence to its existence. Rather than the serious damage that had been present all throughout the research project, most of the panda’s DNA strands presented only slightly above-average deterioration, and as the tests continued and the days turned into weeks, this sliver of difference grew slimmer still until, somehow, Linda stabilized.
It was utterly inexplicable, and almost made Rue decide to force the couple to remain for longer so they could run more tests, but as the additional batteries continued to give her the exact same results, again and again, the doctor had to admit defeat; running more exams would just tell her what she already knew, and as infuriating as that was, it could only mean that the answer to her dilemma had to lie elsewhere, in the literal encyclopedias’ worth of data they had stored on who knew how many external hard drives by that point.
Being told that they were to be released to the wider world was perhaps the happiest day in Beth and Linda’s life, far eclipsing anything they had already experienced together. Once Rue stepped into their living quarters and broke the news, looking oddly exhausted and listless, the young couple felt like jumping to their feet and screaming their heads off in sheer glee, deciding to hold it in for the sake of decorum instead… at least until such a point as they were alone, with the good doctor flinching and jumping in reflex the moment she closed the door behind her on her way out.
For the two former test subjects, this was it, this was the end of it; no more exams, no more time wasted going through data points they already knew about, no more wondering about whether or not they’d ever go back to a regular life. Two more weeks and it would be over, at least until they had to report in a month afterwards for a physical check-up; in the meantime, they could get their life back on track, find new jobs, draw up new plans, and decide on what to do together.
This was perhaps the most important part of it all. They’d gone into this turbulent mess as two separate creatures with an undeniable attraction for one another, but over the course of everything that had happened, they had grown too close to ever be separated; hell, given what they had to deal with, the two of them were convinced that anything the real world could throw at them would be peanuts compared to some of the worst days they spent dealing with Linda’s unique issue. Taxation, house ownership, running a work shift? Those were nothing compared to the simple fact that, at the end of the day, the two of them were there for one another, waiting to fall into one another’s arms and sleep away the night in their mutual warmth. No more walls separating them, no more cameras to reveal their more intimate moments to prying eyes; just themselves, alone, in their home, and absolutely nothing else.
And with Linda’s control over her own size becoming far greater with each passing day, the two of them began to explore the option of simply… talking about it. Discussing it in the present tense, like it was something that was just normal, as opposed to a potential disaster in the making; no need to stress out over something that didn’t happen, after all, so why should they be worrying about what might go wrong when it didn’t go wrong? Clearly, if Linda’s body was going to undergo another growthsplosion, then it wouldn’t be shrinking back to sizes that were just as small as the ones it started off as, and if it was going to go out of control, then Linda herself wouldn’t fully capable of ordering it around, adding and removing cup sizes at will. Granted, it did leave her significantly more tired than before, not to mention in serious need of a snack afterwards, but what mattered was that it was controllable; and being controllable, it meant the two of them could figure out plenty of ways to keep it under control, even under the worst of circumstances, no Rivtech, medication or therapy required.
It was a brand new life they were building for themselves, and one they were eager to get on with as soon as possible. As much as they appreciated Rue and everything she did for them, it was time to move on and do something different after such a long time stuck under Rivtech’s control. So, with each passing day that brought them closer to release, Linda and Beth went through the motions with just a little bit more enthusiasm, and yet a little bit less precision or care. They were going to leave. They were going to be free.
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Sorry guys, I have no excuse. This chapter should be five times longer with how long I took to get it to you. I apologize profusely for the wait.
Disclaimer: Read the other ones damn you
Sorry again guys! :(
Chapter 5: The Epsilon
The spade-shaped single-bridge of the Alakandor was in good repair. No longer gleaming, its original metallic coldness had long been replaced with a warmer and more comfortable feeling. The forward screen was displaying the view in front of the ship, the star field blocked only by the blue-green marble that was the Earth. Slowly, Atlas made a motion towards one of the terminals. "This console will let you access the antenna array," he informed. "You can relay off of one of the satellites and hack the facility's system's from here."
Beta looked at Atlas, and then up at Alpha with unease on his face. The pure white fox nodded his head, "Go on Beta. We cannot free our brother without their help. We might even find a way around their security; even rescue Epsilon."
The thinner, more intellectual fox nodded, his ears flicking as his red-brown paws rubbed together slowly. Approaching the console, he watched characters scrawl down the screen, and shook his head. "At least it's not some cryptic 22nd century algorithm.." he mused to himself, before his fingers started dancing across the panel laid before him.
Mathieu stared down at the table quietly, his ears drooping as his love sat across from him. Alraune, his curly hair tied up, watched him with worried eyes; he knew something was wrong.
"Mathieu... Are you okay?" the human queried, his left hand tiptoeing across the table and sliding around the Husky's. They shared a quiet look, and the husky's melancholy face changed dramatically. He had been almost angry before, but now he simply longed in silence for direction.
"Aura... I'm almost scared of what we're gonna find. Those brothers... they... there's something about them..." he muttered, sighing softly as he let his eyes dash upward and watch the face of his human, his love.
The man moved slowly to the other side of the table, dragging the chair up beside his love and pulling the husky into his arms. His face was comforting as he spoke confidently to his boyfriend, "I see it too, feel it even... something isn't right with them... But they're being helpful, so we shouldn't worry too much. Not yet at least."
"What if they betray us? What if they've got abilities like Axis had? They... remind me a lot of him..." sighed the husky, his ears falling as he turned his eyes away again. "What if they used dad's DNA to MacGyver a group of clones?" came the final addition.
"You're jumping to conclusions, Mathieu," was Alraune's dry riposte, his finger sliding 'neath the husky's muzzle to turn his eyes back up. "Until we know what's going on, we can't just blindly act," furthered the man with a frown. "Once we've got access to their computers we'll know what we have to do..."
There was a lapse of silence; uncomfortable noiselessness between the two lovers as they shared a gaze with an almost electric defiance in it. A look between them that carried every word they needed to say, and every thought they wanted to share. Their eyes were carrying a conversation in silence without the aid of a mental medium; without the aid of a neural link or telepathy.
Alraune pulled his husky closer, rubbing his cheek against Mathieu's. As the human's lips came close to the husky's aural canal, the primate spoke soft and gentle. "You know, I'm in love with you... Mathieu," he admitted quietly against the Sirian's furred ear. "Let me be here for you," he added with a lover's warm hold.
Mati's ears flicked and his hands wrapped around behind Aura. The world seemed to fall away slowly, like layers of an onion. First the sound of the people cut out, and then the people themselves faded away. The walls slowly fell, and all that was left was Alraune, the man he loved with all of his heart. "You are... always have been," he said, letting the words brush the man's cheek.
Alraune smirked and closed his eyes, just letting his arms stay like that. Slowly he stood and took hold of the Sirian's hips. The pilot picked Mati up, bridal style. He walked almost dazedly out of the mess hall, still lost from the people around him. He did notice Daemon in the corridors, who informed the pair; "We're going to try to hack the system again in a couple minutes. Atlas wants you two to head to the bridge." As the merc spoke he shifted his weight, standing crookedly with paw to hip almost as if he were scrutinizing the pair.
Golden furred Blaze bobbed his head in time to his music, played through a set of 'headphones' if you could call them that. Tiny buds of machinery thrummed out an ancient rock beat throwing back to the heady days of Earth's rich musical history. He sang along, silently, as he set about his work for the day.
"Taz, doll," came a feminine voice from across the way, and the Lyrii popped open his eyes and looked up and over to her. Very much like a deer in headlights, the man raised an eyebrow and twitched his ear. "Taz, I just sent you over a stack of mail. Filter them for our *dear* governor," sirened the she-wolf before she turned back to her own work.
"Right, M'iella!" his reply came, and he sat up to let his eyes dash through the words. Interplanetary commerce didn't have currency, but here on Sirius one still had to work to earn their way. It wasn't even money, as much as credit, redeemable points that could be used for necessities. It was essential in getting Sirius back together again after the war, so that people wouldn't be a needless drain on resources.
It was all carefully regulated by the governor, an instated official who approved large expenditures of resources. "No... no..." sighed the Lyrii, reading over one proposal. "Too much a triviality; auto-reply," he tapped the screen and sent the message to the mailroom. Opening another he nodded. "He'll want to look at this one at least," he affirmed to himself, sending it through to the governor's mailbox.
It was his job, right now. Boring, but it brought him in what he needed to survive. His 'husband' was off trying to find the Crag; his Son was in the Academy. He had to support himself and his daughter as best he could, and so he worked.
Back within the facility that housed Epsilon, a startled technician began to hastily and frantically type at his keys. "Sir!" called the man, "there is a malicious user in the system. Recommend aggressive hacking countermeasures."
His commander, his seasoned face creased with years of military service, nodded an affirmation and spoke, "Negative. Determine the point of origin."
The man at the keys nodded and began to tap at the controls.
Beta grinned to himself, as he saw their attempts to stop him. "Third line breached. I think I can tap into their surveillance now but I need more time to access the database," voiced the savant Sirian. "Bringing up a live feed, main screen," he added.
The forward screen did, in fact, show the interior of the facility. Many tens of cameras fed them visual information, from what looked like a break room full of technicians to seemingly unoccupied chambers with strange, cylindrical machines. Something caught Jasyn's eye, and he called out to the regular crewman assigned to ship operations.
"Bring up camera 32" he spoke quickly, his eyes widening as he watched the screen. Just as Alraune and Mathieu stepped onto the bridge the requested panel enlarged until it took up half the screen. Jasyn's breath hitched, and Atlas' eye widened in awe; both eyebrows raised high. Mathieu twisted his body and fell to his knees from Alraune's arms, stumbling forward mere moments later to support himself on the captain's chair.
The human stepped in slowly, eyes wide and jaw agape as he and every other pair of the rebels-cum-mercenaries' eyes. Mathieu was speechless as he looked to his love when the man had finally reached him. The man looked as if he'd seen a ghost, and by and by he could have said he had.
Atlas looked at Daemon, his mate's reaction no less aghast at the sight on the main screen. He was almost disgusted at the array of machinery and wires; but most affected was Jasyn... for Jasyn looked at Axis, suspended in a cylinder with conduits and wires attached variously to his body. His markings had faded, and the face was covered in a breather mask; but that face, that perfect face that Jasyn saw when his eyes closed, unchanged from the first time he awoke with him, was Axis.
The remaining brothers-Alpha, Gamma, and Delta-stepped down beside Jasyn, their eyes less wide but still awed, and looked at the peaceful figure.
"Your Axis?" spoke Alpha, letting his eyes regard the wolf to his right. Jasyn shook, visibly rattled with barely constrained anger.
The wolf's eyes clouded, he swallowed a breath, and his fists clenched tightly, as he allowed the growl to leave him. "Bastards... Human bastards!" he rasped, his voice gaining strength as he did. He didn't seem to even perceive the outside world anymore. A tear rimmed each eye, followed by another and another; Jasyn had not cried in waking for Axis in a very long time. His sleep brought forth tears, but when he was awake, he could not fathom shedding a tear any more; he easily shed them now, staring at what was taken from him.
The technicians input several commands in tandem, blocking attempts from this interfering user, but their biggest threat was much smaller than they had seen. "The user seems to have been trying to delete sensitive files. We've managed to block him, and we've isolated his access to a city in the Americas, Sir."
"Excellent work, continue to monitor the situation," smiled the commander, his pins gleaming as he turned from the computer room. Alarms were beginning to silence, and he welcomed the cessation of the noise.
Their best efforts would have fallen short, through the maligns' misdirection. Even the subtle blips of brain activity had been unseen.
The Sirian kit began to laugh quietly, and then more maniacally as he routed their fourth, and fifth walls. "I have access; their database is being torrented through seventeen different satellites; coming in through all antennas on the ship. We'll have all of their files in three," he said in triumph.
"Great work, notify me the moment they're done," said Atlas, his eyes straying to the view screen and the lifeless body of his younger brother.
"I'm notifying you, Cap'n. I meant three seconds," grinned the cocky little fox as he slid out of the chair. "Their systems won't be able to track us, hell the transmission wouldn't have even registered on conventional sensors. I don't think we'll have any trouble for awhile..." he added.
"I want every file related to this Epsilon sent to the briefing room. I'm about ready to find out what the hell is going on," ordered Atlas, his ears twitching agitatedly. He turned simply and left the bridge for the briefing room.
Slowly Daemon followed, along with the strange foxes from the Facility. Jasyn stared quietly for moments more, Mathieu nearby but so far away. The pair were held transfixed by their beloved dead.
'He looks so... peaceful...' thought Jasyn silently. 'He almost looks like he's asleep, like he'll wake up and kiss me any moment. Wake me from this awful dream..." were his added thoughts, before he forced his eyes from the screen and followed the others into the briefing room.
Aura and Mati were speechless, the younger on the verge of tears while the older slowly wrapped an arm around him. Why the husky had imprinted such a strong bond with the fox was well beyond the human-for as he knew it the two had only seen each other for a few months before their separation. The fact that was important was that the fox was important to his love, and he would do everything inside his power to help Axis find his much-deserved rest.
The human had to pull a bit, but eventually every Levi by birth, marriage and adoption that had taken asylum within the Alakandor had made way to the Briefing room to pore over the files that had been acquired. The brothers--Alpha through Delta--had joined them in hopes of finding a way of freeing their brother from the humans' grip.
The claustrophobic room was packed with people-seated and standing-looking over mountains of text and pictures. They had each taken up a console or handheld of some sort; logbooks, experiment notes; the working record of every activity within that facility from the mundane to the obscene.
They had been searching for more than an hour, but the group had been opening dead-end doors. The logs all detailed highly illegal activities, weapons research by way of genetic manipulation. There was the occasional failed attempt at merging machine with mammal, but often the subjects were kidnapped.
Jasyn's resolve was waning slowly; he had begun to doubt they were going to find anything relevant in these cobwebbed data files.
"Got another bit of proof here, nothin' about him though." Jasyn rolled his shoulders as he told them this, tossing the handheld to the ground with a cry of frustration. "By the time we look through this all we're gonna be old men!" came his distressed voice in a bare whisper.
The little device crashed to the ground, clattering and beeping its annoyance. It was built to survive, but that didn't stop it from being triggered by the impacts as it bounced, then skidded to a halt at the toe of Mati's boot.
The husky looked down at it, growling slightly as he looked back up at Jasyn. "Do you mind? I'm not here for target practice," the husky warned, leaning down to pick up the small piece of technology. As his paw passed over the surface it brushed another three buttons; passing it to Jasyn produced another pair of noises, before the silence of before was restored. Mathieu stood back against the wall, looking partway out the viewport as he tapped away at the little device.
Jasyn grumbled quietly, looking up at Mati with those ice-cold eyes. He sighed and pulled the screen back up. "Sorry," put forward the wolf, looking down at the handheld again with a distressed sound. The combination of button presses had opened another file, had sent Jasyn halfway through the logs, into a chunk of decadeld text.
'Subjects progressing rapidly...' read the wolf, skimming the base information. 'Accelerated growth... Gene splicing...' he mouthed silently, and his voice spoke up again as he read the next few lines:
"The raw genetic material we recently acquired is showing promise. We are transferring the source subject to the main facility for safety."
Another chunk of text from a few days later caught his attention, but Atlas looked up as the wolf began to speak. He spoke in his rasp, hope carried on his lips.
"The subject appears to be recovering from his extensive damage. I recommend that we prepare a cold-storage cell to prevent our source from blowing us apart." Jasyn grumbled softly and as he spoke, more ears turned to him. "The physical trauma to his brain has severed connections required for control and memory; thankfully we can scan the patterns and recreate the connections."
"Where are you getting this Jay?" asked Daemon, tapping through his directory. "Give me a time frame," he added, flicking his tail in agitation, almost excitement.
"Genetic 176, time frame..." Jasyn blinked and stared at the date for two moments, not speaking as he tried to piece the numbers together. "August Twenty-Third, Twenty-Two Thirty-Six," he muttered, looking up at Mathieu.
"Homecoming..." muttered the husky, glancing back up at Alraune. "That was the same week the fleet returned from the liberation, well some of the fleet," he added, glancing back over at the brothers.
"It's not concrete yet, but it's a start. Once we've got everything we'll send it through to the Earth Government an-" Commanded Atlas, but he hadn't the time to finish.
"Hell no Atlas, no way we're gonna do that. They'll do two things: Shit. Fuck. All. We've already figured out where this damn place is..." came a whisper and a growl. "We should take a few walkers down there, I *know* you have a couple custom jobs on this rust-bucket."
"We could be in and out in less than an hour, babe," admitted Daemon, passing a glance up at his love. "Depending on how long it takes to thaw him out..." he added nervously, looking around quietly.
Mathieu looked up and blinked a few times. "Come on Atlas, he's your brother. We can take a doctor down and we'll get him out of there..." suggested the husky hopefully.
They all looked at Atlas, his stoic features showing their age fully. The Fox was silent for almost too long, before he turned to regard Jasyn. "Don't call my ship a rust-bucket, wolf. Figure out that facility's layout and give me a plan. I'll inform you of my decision at earliest convenience."
Jasyn gawked a bit at the cold regard, and felt anger at Atlas' detached response. He hadn't a chance to respond before Alpha's voice spoke up. "That just won't be good enough, Atlas..." he said, breathing a sigh under his tongue. "That's our brother you're talking ab-"
"No. If that's *my* brother you're talking about; I'm the one in charge here." Atlas voice was bitter as he stared down the other white fox. His ears turning back angrily as he stood, he added, "and if it's all right with you. I'll decide how, if, and when this ship expends resources in some gods-forsaken attempt at a rescue. Do we understand each other?"
"Listen to you! Don't you care?" Delta slammed his hands on the table as he threw his accusation, knocking over a cup of water and dousing a surprised Alraune. "If you honestly believe that's your brother, why are you so hesitant?" he demanded.
"If that's your brother then that's my *father*, Atlas!" growled Mathieu, reinforcing the fox's argument as he and Jasyn spoke in tandem.
"My bonded mate!" repeated the wolf as a moment of silence spread across the room. "Atlas! If there's any chance that that poor fox *is* Axis--my Axis, my beloved--then I am going to do anything in my power to free him."
"Don't you think I know that Jasyn? Mathieu? That cannot be Axis, we all know he's dead!" shouted the fox sourly, countering Delta's slam on the table. "And as for *you* lot, keep yourselves in line or I'll turn you in. As long as you are on my ship, you will obey my orders."
"Then we'll be taking our leave if-" started Alpha, turning towards the door.
"Fine," grinned Atlas, standing upright and crossing his arms. "Dame, escort these men to the shuttle bay. Take shuttle three," he instructed, and the wolfox stood and nodded towards the door.
"If you'll excuse me," Jasyn said, standing and slipping out before the brothers even had chance at leaving. He was obviously angry, and despite Atlas' few attempts to halt him the wolf had his own agenda.
Jasyn crossed the bridge without a word and pulled a personal communicator from his right jacket pocket. Fitting the device into his ears and around his neck, he stopped in one of the three lifts. Using the keypad, the lift moved down a deck as he began to speak for the device.
"Hello, Flight regulation?" he asked, having set the connection as he was putting it on.
"This is the Earth Branch of the Trian Flight Regulation, how may we help you today?" asked a woman on the other end. Jasyn made way to his room as he spoke.
"I'd like to know the most recent flight plan of the Freebird Phoenix; Corona Custom," he asked formally.
"I'm sorry sir, Private flight plans are confide-" she began.
"Confidential from the general public," Jasyn finished. "Check the safe list for a Jasyn Emitt, Sirian, lot number four-eight-delta, one-nine-seven-three-sierra," he added with impatience, rounding the corner to his room but drawing a couple odd looks.
"It'll take a moment Mr. Emitt," she said cordially.
There were a few beeps from the other end, and Jasyn took the break in conversation to begin packing his things.
"Code accepted. The Phoenix is en-route to Sol. Arrival is slated for between twelve and fourteen hundred hours Torontonian. Would you like me to book you a seat on a shuttle?"
"No, thank you," the wolf sighed, looking around the room. He had left a few things here over the years; Atlas had always kept an eye on it all. As he looked around the room he recognized nothing he could not live without, the room was as if he hadn't been there except for the bedding.
The wolf shook his head as he turned around, turning out the lights as he crossed the threshold into the corridor again. "Comm., get me Mathieu," he spoke again, beginning his trek towards the hangar.
As he neared the hangar, Jasyn caught sight of Daemon and the brothers. He stepped quickly over to them and pulled Alpha aside as the rest of them were shooed away. Gamma was already in the shuttle bay, sitting on one of the wings lost in thought as the others entered.
"Get down from there," Daemon said, looking up at the fox. "Please," he timidly tacked on.
The red-tail slid down off the wing and landed lightly on the deck just as Alpha rejoined the group.
"What was that about?" asked Beta, twitching ears as he tilted his head in the slightest confusion.
"We've got plans later. Can we leave now? If I spend another minute on this ship I'm going to kill someone," admitted Alpha with a bit of a democratic sigh.
The Shuttle and the MPN left for the surface and through Jasyn and the brother's suggestion they managed to convince Daemon to set them down in one of the lesser-populated regions. He was quick to leave once his charges had been delivered, and that left Jasyn and the brothers alone on the surface.
They were in a wide field that had been reclaimed as 'natural' land, tall grasses bordered a rather apparent and what looked to be many years old tree line. There was some memorial plaque somewhere nearby about the people who had 'fixed' the land, but that wasn't really important for the Sirian group, as they began to walk from Jasyn's MPN to the trees.
They walked a short distance, still within clear view of the big, crouching walker but under the trees to shade them. Jasyn checked a chronometer--almost exactly like a watch--that was stowed in a pocket on his flight vest.
"Perfect..." said the wolf in a silent grin as the five took seat against a rock wall. The midday sun was high as they sat beneath a canopy of golding leaves. There was a magic quality to those golden rays, and Jasyn was happy to let it wash over him.
"Thank you for trying, Jasyn," Alpha was happy to say, though it was all over him that he would have rather had support. "We'll get Epsilon out some how..."
"I'm not done yet. If your Epsilon is my Axis then we've got a target in common, and that also means we've got some friends in common too..." the greyfur smirked slyly. His eyes closed slowly as he inhaled the warm air, just waiting for the brothers' reply.
"And I take it that's why we're sitting here," Delta's voice calm and in even meter. "... when I'd rather be blowing apart that place." As he finished that he flexed a paw and a small wisp of violet glowing energy fizzled above it, the fur around the paw shifting in a sudden, unnatural wind.
Jasyn glanced up and in a tone of slight annoyance at such a showy gesture said, "You know, you just caused a hurricane in Africa, a Tsunami along the coast of Novafornia and made a pet cat shed four strands of hair."
"What the hell are you talking about?" spoke the fox as he crushed the glowing, searing wisp. Turning his body towards Jasyn, the wolf saw just how muscular Delta was compared to his brothers. He could still easily outfight the Sirian Fox in a pure show of muscle, but he wasn't going to take that chance right now.
"Never heard of the Butterfly Effect, then?" the wolf shrugged, looking back down towards the rest of the scenery that lay beyond the field. Several tall hills to the east and a lake a ways off.
"Calm down, Sparky. We're only going to be sitting here another hour at most. It's not like the Phoenix to be late on a delivery, her Captain is big on keeping promises," a raspy Jayse affirmed, showing off his canines.
"But will she help us?" questioned the sceptical Gamma, his body twisted a bit as he started to stretch his lean muscles.
"How do you know that I'm talking about a woman?" Jasyn's smirk broke and he looked over at the stretching fox, those strange eyes looking back. It brought a pang of distress to the wolf's spirit just to see white fur stretching like that, but it was not the time for that.
As Gamma shrugged his shoulders in a roll and an answer, he looked up and made a neutral sound. "I got a feeling, that's all," brushed off the fox simply, truthfully not caring.
And the wolf just let it be at that, after giving a small nod. "Well... I was."
Yes, you've all met this character before, this new captain person. You're gonna laugh at me.
Anyway; love it? Hate it? Tell me about it!
If you're reading this five weeks from June 6 08 and there isn't another chapter up yet, COMMENT and I MIGHT get back to work... I'm lazy like that :D
Anyway; I'm just finishing up a big publishing thing and I'm coming in to a stretch of a little free time. I'm HOPING Sirius will take a primary thought to me.
Anyways, Lots of loves!
With All Fondness WhiteArcticFox | Sirius: Book Three - Project EPSILON: Chapter 5: The Epsilon by WhiteArcticFox | [
"Alien",
"Character Development",
"Fox",
"Gay Relationships",
"Human",
"Husky",
"Mild Romance",
"Plot Development",
"Sci-Fi",
"Wolf"
] |
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- Don't normally do author's notes, but ... I have to ... for this one. To explain: this episode takes place entirely in the mirror universe (and, therefore, is quite dark). This is not the regular Luminous universe ... not the regular Luminous crew and ... all. It's a look at the mirror side. As we learned through the character of Pyro (who comes from the mirror side), mirror Adelaide was ... well, evil, and killed Field ... when he got her pregnant. Which is a polar opposite to what happened in OUR Luminous universe. I wanted to delve a bit into the mirror side ... show a slice of it. There's enough material here to make several episodes set in the mirror universe, detailing mirror Luminous' turmoil and ultimate destruction, but I ... I'll have to see ... what kind of reception this particular plot-line gets ...
Anyway, I wanted to explore these characters ... that I love ... and invert them. How would they have turned out under different circumstances? Different social, environmental pressures? What if Field's faith, after all his struggles, didn't grow stronger ... what if it got weaker ... and what if Adelaide had decided to free-wield her mental powers ... instead of keeping them properly in check ... et cetera ... anyway, this is a lot darker than I normally write, yeah. Bit different. But the mirror universe IS dark, and ... I wanted to see if I could successfully peek into it ... but don't worry! The regular Luminous universe ... will be back in the next episode! With romance and ... continued plot-threads and all! Oh, and time-frame: this episode takes place a few weeks before "Little Emotional Feelers" ...
"Why didn't you tell him you were in heat?"
A breath. A hot, short breath. "I didn't ... " She closed her eyes. Teeth gritting. Tilting her head ... slightly to the right. "I didn't fucking," she hissed (a whispering hiss), "know." And her eyes opened. And she looked to him. "Fix it."
"Fix it?" Kodiak's eyes widened a bit. "What do you mean? It's done, Adelaide. It's done. You ... you done," he said, in a mock drawl, "got yourself knocked up."
The pink-furred bat closed her eyes. Swallowed. Shook her head. No, no ... no ... not happening. "Fucking mouse!" she growled, launching from her sit on the bio-bed ... and stalking to the wall. Pausing. Breasts heaving. She whirled around, stalking back to the bio-bed. But not sitting. She leaned forward, as if nauseous.
"Take a few breaths," the rabbit whispered.
"Shut up."
"No," was his steadfast response. "No ... it's not to my benefit," he told her ... " ... to have you go to pieces."
She looked up at him. At his body. His fur. His long, slender rabbit's feet. His puffy tail. His waggling ears. "I have better toys," was her baited response.
"But none with longer-lasting batteries," was the doctor's even-keel response. "I don't think this is a toy," he whispered, dangerously close to her ear, "that you want to lose ... "
Adelaide swallowed.
"Now," Kodiak whispered, standing up straight (and backing off a step or two ... for safety precautions). "Now, pull yourself together."
"I'm pregnant," the bat whispered. "Fix it ... fix it ... "
"I don't have the proper equipment," he said quietly, "to safely ... end it. Not unless we go to a star-base. There's a medical facility on Deep Space ... "
"No." A shake of the head. And she returned to a sit on the bio-bed. "No." A pause. A breath. "The wolves run that station. They may be prey, but ... they hold grudges. Long," she whispered, "grudges."
"It wasn't my idea to steal their food and energy reserves ... "
"No, it was mine ... and it got us this far, didn't it? I," she stressed, "have gotten us this far. That bloody squirrel ... " She trailed. Shaking her head. "He was weak. Everyone is weak."
"Except you?" asked Kodiak. Humoring her.
"Yes," was her whisper.
"And, now," he told her, "you're with child. And that makes you ... "
" ... weaker than anyone on this ship." Her eyes held a pulsing fear. A dawning realization. This was a burden. A very, very unwelcome burden. A liability. Being pregnant? On this ship? Oh, a liability ... it would hinder her, and open her flank for attack. Dammit.
"What are you going to do?" Kodiak asked.
"You're not telling anyone about this," Adelaide whispered, turning to look at him. Showing her teeth. "Not a SOUL. Got it?"
"Cross my heart," was the rabbit's response. And he smiled.
Adelaide didn't. She glared. Coldly.
And the rabbit's smile faded. His heart skipped a beat. "What ... what are ... "
"I can cause," she promised silkily, leaning toward him, paws on his arms. She squeezed on his arms with her paws. Digging her claws into his fur. "I can give great pleasure," he whispered ... right into his ear. "But I can inflict great pain."
"Ow ... ow," the rabbit whimpered pitifully. "Please ... Adelaide ... "
Her mind wormed through his. Digging through all his memories. The worst ones. The scariest ones. The terrors. Digging them up and forcing him to relive them ... and using her powers to weave through his mind, pressing the points of pain. Giving him actual (physical) pain. "My ... my ... "
"Your wrist feels like it's broken ... huh? Poor fur ... "
"Make it stop ... Adelaide!" The rabbit squealed.
And, with a satisfied nod, she made it stop. And ... flitted once more through his mind.
"Ah ... ah!" The rabbit suddenly arched, eyes shutting.
"Feels good?" she cooed. Stroking his chest.
"Oh ... w-wow ... "
And the bat tilted her head. And cut the sensation.
Kodiak panted, reeling ... from the pain ... and the pleasure.
"You may have batteries that I need ... but I'm in control here," she assured. "And don't you forget it."
"I won't," the rabbit said weakly. With a beaten-down submission.
"Louder."
"I won't," he assured, voice shaking.
"Good," she said quietly. Nodding. And standing again, pacing. "Good ... " She took a deep breath. "Now ... how are we going to fix this?"
"Um ... " The doctor was afraid. Afraid of what to say. Afraid of failing her. His eyes darted.
"Don't you have pills? Can't you just ... dissolve it?"
The rabbit almost winced at her sheer disregard for life. At the living soul inside her ... days old, but ... alive, and ... a child, and ... the bat's utter coldness. It was an inconvenience. She wanted it gone. And was taking no personal responsibility for the baby's inception. No, it wasn't her fault. Couldn't be. It must be Field's. Fucking mouse, she'd said. She blamed Field ... even though she, as she'd just intimated ... was always the one in control. So, how had this ... escaped her mental net? Could it be that the seducer ... had been seduced? Had Field caused her to let her guard down for just a minute ... had ... what ...
"I suggest you stay away from that path," Adelaide whispered, "of thought." She was reading his mind. Against his will. In his head. "And focus on my problem. Which is also YOUR problem," she assured. "And the problem of every fur on this ship."
"Well, I don't know ... what you want me to do. You're going to have to carry it ... "
"It's too big a risk!"
"Adelaide, I don't know what to tell you!"
"Field ... this is Field's fault. Damn mouse!" She spread her wings, and ... lowered them. Huffing. "I'm going to kill him."
"What?" The doctor's eyes went wide.
"I'm going," she said, looking up, her pink eyes ... eerily red. " ... to kill him."
"What? Why? Adelaide ... "
She slashed her paw through the empty air.
The rabbit whimpered, gaping for air.
"Do NOT ... question me." Another swipe of her paw. Restoring the rabbit's ability to breathe.
The rabbit's heart pounded, pounded ... with fear.
"He did this to me."
"He's your mate," Kodiak rasped.
A scornful laugh. "He's the captain's mouse. He simpers to whoever's in power."
"But ... you mated him ... officially. You ... "
"I needed a fur to drape across my arm at functionaries. I needed an informant ... someone the rest of the crew trusted. Someone who ... could be my ears. I need him, but ... this betrayal," she said, shaking her head in disgust. "No, he'll have to pay."
"Well ... I'm not ... this isn't on my paws. I won't kill for you!"
Adelaide slowly looked to him. "Oh, you would," she whispered. "Believe me ... you would. But not now. No, Field is ... mine," she whispered. Licking her lips. "The mouse is mine. I will deal with him. But I need to cover it."
"Cover it?"
"The mice are close to the squirrels. Neither group appreciated me ... taking control of the ship. The only reason the mice don't rebel is because Field is my first officer."
"That's part of why ... you mated with him? To keep the mice at bay?"
"It's served its purpose."
"But, if you kill him ... Adelaide ... "
"Justice must be served," she said. With cold conviction. "Violence. It's the first option. It's the predatory way." Her eyes burned like a dying sun. Her body ... her pink fur, and her curves, and her winged arms ... her angular, swept-back ears, and her short, rudder-like tail. And her fangs. And her blunt muzzle. She was like a fallen angel. One of the Devil's consorts. Like ... " ... a demon?" she asked aloud. And laughed. Harshly. Right at the rabbit's face. "You always give the best compliments." A toothy grin.
Kodiak swallowed.
"I need a poison," Adelaide continued, pacing again. "A poison that will ... mimic the symptoms of a natural disease. I need to make it look like he died of natural causes. And ... if the guise fails, I need to make it look like ... some other fur did it. It can't be traced back to me."
"I'll see what I have." The rabbit, shaky on his foot-paws, went to his cabinets. He kept a large array of poisons. And used them more often ... than was admissible. "Mm ... I mean, I think I have something. You gonna put it in his food?" The rabbit couldn't believe he was talking about this. Killing Field. Field was ... a lost soul. A lonely mouse ... wracked with anxiety issues. Wracked with mental compulsions. But he ... was empathic. Was very skilled at listening. At absorbing and giving emotions. And his eagerness ... in bed ... was matched by no one. The gentle innocence he gave, and ... the earnestness ... he was quietly seductive. He was slender, was on the effeminate side ... but, oh, so eager to please! Many a fur on the ship would admit to ... having had their best orgasm by him ...
After all, Field was a captain's mouse. It was his JOB ... to please. His job ... to simper to authority. He was weak. The mouse wasn't able to defend himself. And in a cutthroat universe, the only way to survive was to latch to those in power. To those who COULD defend him. The mouse had been Wren's mouse ... and when Field had intuitively seen the shifting winds, he'd ... jumped over to Adelaide's side. Had betrayed Wren. Watched as Wren was thrown into the brig (where he'd been for months ... emaciated, little food or water ... the lights on at all hours) ... Field had betrayed Wren to join Adelaide. Out of fear. Out of knowing ... that she was more powerful. Always, he went for power ... he gave his body, his soul ... in exchange for safety. Oh, such safety ... at such a price.
The mouse was to be pitied. Maybe, in another universe, he would've turned out differently. Maybe, if he'd been nurtured, truly loved ... he wouldn't have resorted to this life. But he had. And ... he'd made the mistake of, once joining Adelaide's side, once becoming her mate (for display purposes ... for it was common knowledge that Adelaide spread her legs for half the ship ... she used sex as a tool, as a weapon ... milking pleasure from other furs ... and gaining their loyalty in return ... always getting what she wanted, and giving everyone else JUST enough pleasure ... to leave them begging for more ... her fangs, her teeth, her mating milk ... it was like a drug; everyone wanted it ... and she rationed it out ... to ensure they wouldn't kill her) ...
But once Field had become her mate, he'd fallen for her. In love. For the first time in his life, he ... loved ... he loved her. And why? Who could love such a creature? Who could love a demon?
But Field was so taken with her ... he only yiffed with her. He knew she yiffed around, but he only yiffed with her. Anyway, even if he'd WANTED to yiff with other furs on the ship, he couldn't. A captain's mouse wasn't allowed. Adelaide wouldn't allow it.
The mouse stayed in their quarters. When he wasn't there, he was latching onto Adelaide's side ... following her around. Speaking in broken little whispers. Tail dragging behind him ... like a dead snake.
And, now, Adelaide was going to kill him. And why?
Because her heat had come early, without warning ... and SHE hadn't slowed down enough to realize it. Because SHE had seduced a lonely, willing Field into a sweaty midnight fuck. Because SHE had gotten pregnant because of it. Because SHE didn't want to deal with the consequences of having created a new life.
Oh, this was ALL Field's field. Oh, fucking mouse!
And Kodiak couldn't stop her. No one could. But the rabbit knew ... that the mouse's death would unleash a horrible chain reaction that could very well end up killing them all. This ship was on its way to Hell. They were all ... on their way to Hell.
And Adelaide's actions would only shorten the trip.
The doors swished open.
Field looked up. Having been languishing on the couch. Sitting, he sniffed the air. Nose going ... sniff-twitch. And ears swiveling. The mouse wore a short, frayed pair of shorts ... nothing more.
"I'm back," Adelaide whispered, silkily ... slinking into the shadows of their quarters (which were ALWAYS dim ... the lights always dimmed). The door shut behind her, barricading them in. Just the two of them.
"You were gone a long time."
"I was busy." She never told him what she did ... or WHO she did ... the mouse had latent telepathic powers. The only other fur on this ship who had telepathy, but his abilities were weaker. Were triggered into activity the first time they'd yiffed ...
The mouse felt at her with his feelers ...
... and she violently shoved them back.
Field blinked, physically twitching from the action. Squeaking in pain.
"You never learn," she whispered. "Do you?" She padded toward him. Her foot-paws bare. She often padded around the ship in bare foot-paws. It was her damn ship. Why not? "You never learn ... but ... better for me, I guess," she said quietly. "I do enjoy," she purred, "teaching you, Field, how to behave ... "
The mouse swallowed. Something was wrong ... something was ALWAYS wrong, true, but ... she radiated more danger than usual. The mouse's nose sniffed. Sniffed. Mice were the most prey-like of prey. He could SMELL ... emotions. Vaguely. He could tell ... he had a healthy survival instinct.
"I've got a secret to tell you," she whispered, standing over him.
"W-what?" he stammered, unable to look at her eyes.
She put a paw on his chin. Steered his gaze toward hers. "Not yet ... not yet, Field." A sigh. And she unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down. They slid down her thighs. Fell to her ankles. She wore black panties. Which didn't hide all that much ... and she eyed Field. Still standing.
The mouse nodded. He knew what to do ...
The panties were slid down ... to her ankles. And she stepped out of the clothing, and slumping her shoulders and arms back, allowing her unbuttoned shirt to slide off ... to the floor. She wore no bra.
The mouse's pupils were fully dilated.
"That looks ... so cute," she admitted (of his eyes). "Wonder why that happens ... "
"Just a ... natural response." He took his shorts off ... bare, now, with her. Fur a simple honey-tan. Born, pink and naked, in a field ... in a litter of four. A humble, rural mouse ... somehow swept into a space-faring life. Through a series of bad decisions ... and to escape the warfare back home. The bat born in the clouds. In one the bats' cloud cities ...
"Natural," Adelaide echoed, "response. Yes ... natural ... there are natural responses," she said, "to all things. We're furs. We're animals. We respond to things ... as nature dictates. Why try to associate any moral or religious standards? Mm? Why put anything in the way of such feral purity. We're predators, Field." She spoke ... with such whispers. Such slickness. And she pushed the mouse to his back ... on the couch.
Field swallowed.
"I know you like to eat my pussy," she whispered, "with me ... on my back. But I don't wanna be on my back today. YOU ... will be on your back. I'll straddle your muzzle. And I'm not getting off," she promised, "until I feel what I want to feel. So, make it good, huh?"
"I ... okay ... " Further words cut off ... as she, legs spread, knees on the cushions, straddled his muzzle. Pussy right at his nose. At his lips. The mouse had a bit of trouble breathing ... her entire weight was pressing down on him.
A muffled squeak ...
Adelaide closed her eyes. Felt the gentle, probing tongue ... worm between her folds, to the pinkest of pinks. The most delicate parts of her. Field had a mediocre tongue. He couldn't get it all that far out of his muzzle. It was limited in its versatility. But he made up for that ... with his patience. With his gentle care. His tongue poked, wormed ... as best as it could. He tried to hard to please her ...
... and it worked. He pleased her, but ... she never let him know it. Never told him ... that he was doing a good job. Never said she loved him. She just ... made him do it. Let him do it. Over and over. Day after day. The mouse was a total sub. Was one of those touchy, emotional ... needy types. He didn't just want physical intimacy ... he NEEDED it. So desperate ... for it. That he'd become a captain's mouse ... to ensure he could have it. Having been burned at love so many times, and ... oh, how had he come to this?
How had it come to this?
A total sub, the mouse. And though he'd been involved with Wren (the squirrel ... another male ... back when Wren was captain), the mouse's greatest weakness ... was pussy. He loved giving femmes oral. Loved being submissive to femmes ... loved, during intercourse, to be on his back. To be ridden. To be ... submissive to a femme. Oh, he would gladly top Adelaide ... loved that ... but, at his heart, he was most comfortable as a sub.
And Adelaide was a VERY dominant personality. She used ... oh, she used furs. And Field's demeanor practically screamed out, "Use me!" The mouse had no sense of self-worth. No sense of confidence.
Field was the perfect toy.
Field ... was a perfect mess.
"Uh ... God ... " Adelaide, starting to gyrate her hips on his muzzle, moaned out.
Field's ears, already flushed with blood, with arousal ... burned hotter ... with anger. The mouse still clung to the shreds of his faith. The shreds of the faith he was daily betraying. To helplessly hear his mate purposely, pleasurably moaning the Lord's name in vain ... was like a little dagger in his heart ...
... and Adelaide knew it. And gave a toothy grin ... and did it again. "Oh ... ooh ... oh, God, Field ... oh, God, yes ... "
The mouse hated himself ... pussy juices covered his nose and lips. He licked at her like a dehydrated dog ... he couldn't stop. His lust and need was too high. He couldn't make himself stop. It felt TOO good ...
... and she wouldn't let him stop.
The fur on her groin was shorter than on the rest of her. And a more delicate shade of pink. And the fur, right around her vulva ... was softer than velvet. Her fur was soft all over, but ... that spot ...
"Huh ... uh ... " The bat continued her gyrations. Continued riding the mouse's muzzle.
Field was pressed for breath. Every inhale ... was a DEEP whiff of her. Her scent. Her juices. Her ... oh ... her ... and the heat of it. And the musk of it, and ... he was sweating. She was sweating, too, and ...
"Oh ... oh ... "
The mouse's eyes were closed. Forced ... to a shut. He couldn't keep them open. He greedily coated every millimeter of her labia with his saliva. He nibbled on her clit with his wet, loosened lips ...
Adelaide arched, spreading her winged arms ... throwing her head back.
Fluid dripped from her vagina ... and the mouse moved to it, trying to stick his tongue in the opening. Trying to worm his tongue inside. But his tongue wasn't long enough. Wasn't versatile enough to push into the muscular tunnel ...
And Adelaide laughed. Through her pleasure, she laughed at his failed attempt ... at his weak tongue.
Field's eyes, though closed, welled with tears ... and yet ... he didn't stop. He didn't stop pleasuring her. It was giving him too much pleasure, and ... he had so little of it in his life, and ...
... she came. "Uh ... mm, mmm ... huh!" Spasms of pleasure ... rippling ... oh ... pleasure ...
Field squeaked, heart hammering, feeling liable to suffocate ... as her vagina squirted his nose and lips. And he lustily drank of her. His mousey penis so stiff, starting to twitch ... drunk on her scent, and ... " ... oh ... mm ... oh ... oh ... "
Adelaide, huffing, swallowing, left her straddle ... went between the mouse's legs. On her knees, panting, and ... fingering herself (wetting a finger), and ... fishing her slick finger for the mouse's tail-base. Bypassing it. Poking at his puckered tail-hole. Slipping her finger in.
Field squeaked in surprise ... she hadn't done that before ...
The finger was immediately ... pumping in and out ...
The mouse raised and spread his legs ... not even knowing he was doing it. It was instinct ... natural instinct ... his tail wormed about in such a trusting, lazy fashion. Feeling so good ...
Just as it was natural instinct for him to squeal in pleasure ... as she gave him head. With a finger pressed to his prostate from the inside ...
Just as it was instinct for him to spread his legs wider ... as her muzzle retracted ... moving to nibble on his tight, furry sac, the orbs inside swollen with seed. Adelaide withdrew her finger from his rump, and used the paw ... to knead those balls. Rolling them about. Huffing, eying them ... instinct ... instinct ... the only punishment she could bestow upon him ... in retaliation for what he'd done ... was to make sure he couldn't do it again.
Instinct ... to bite!
Field, seconds from orgasm, was denied ... the pleasure died. He yelped in pain. In fear. The pleasured haze, the ... everything ... everything bursting. Popping. Brought to a sickening fore. And he heard her voice in his head. Heard her voice ... saying ... remember how I told you I couldn't suck blood? Well ... I lied ... but it's not your blood, Field ... that I'm going to suck dry ...
The mouse writhed ... trying to get away, but she was holding him down. Her fangs embedded in his furry sac. In those swollen orbs. Needle-like fangs, which (moments ago) the mouse had dreamed would ... soon be releasing mating milk into his blood ... those fangs ... she was sucking his seed from the source. All his sperm. A messy task ...
... but one she seemed to relish.
Field weakly twitched, like a mouse bitten by a snake ... was she really a bat? She was more a snake ... she had no soul ...
Adelaide sucked his seed ... every bit of it. Leaving his sac a deflated, bloody ... painful mess. Leaving his penis limp, and his legs weakly spread ... no feeling, now, in his lower body. While sucking him dry, she'd ... released some kind of poison into him, too. What ... what kind of creature was she?
And the bat withdrew, sighing ... " ... mm ... " A sigh. "Really tastes good ... " And a cold stare. "You got me pregnant, you ... fucking ... idiot." She quivered in rage, on all fours over him. The bite below ... had been lethal. The pain he was in, and the blood he was spilling ... and her claws digging into his arms, and her mind inflicting such pain on him ... that he was near passing out. Yet couldn't pass out. She wouldn't let him. "How could you do that?"
"I ... I ... you ... " The realization ... she was with child. His ... and ... his heart broke. He sobbed.
"Oh, just shut up!" Her eyes watered. "Look what you made me do! Look what you did to me!"
Field cried, twitching, eyes seeing ... red. Was it blood? Was there blood in his eyes? He squeaked in terror, convulsing ... pussy, his greatest weakness, had been her bait. He'd walked into her clutches ... lured by candy. He'd been dead the moment she'd walked through that door. The moment he'd started covering his weaknesses ... by hiding in the shadows of the furs in power. The moment he'd started striking dangerous bargains: yiff for protection. Oh, so many mistakes ... but none bigger than falling in love with her. It had blinded him to ... this inevitable end.
"Dammit. Damn you!" Adelaide cursed. She, in her rage, had killed Field ... without poison. The doctor's poison was in her clothing. She hadn't ... used it ... she'd simply done the deed with her own weapons. With her mind. With her teeth. Instinct.
The mice on the ship ... would soon find out.
Adelaide quivered, and ... as Field lay dying, lay weakening ... she got off him, and ... slowly walked the length of her quarters. Naked. Slipping into the shower. Into the warm streams of water.
She was Adelaide.
She had single-pawed ... wrested control of this ship from the squirrels.
Luminous was heading into unknown space, low on supplies, and ... it needed a captain. SHE ... was that captain. A pregnant one. A murderous one.
Mice were no match for her.
Field was a mouse ... and she'd ... well, she'd ...
The bat quivered, closing her eyes, sinking to her haunches. The water running over her. Once, long ago, the hunted ... she was now the huntress. There was no turning back.
No remorse. No remorse, she chanted to herself.
And she stood again. Resolute.
Water dripping from her ears and muzzle and fangs.
She would own this day. | Now the Huntress by Squirrel | [
"Bat",
"Character Development",
"Dark",
"M/F",
"Mouse",
"Oral",
"Sci-Fi",
"Violence"
] |
*How little you really need*
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup
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*And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn't realize I hadn't copied the authors' name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to who ever you are.
Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.
Yes, it jumps around too much.
Yes, it's in the wrong category.
Yes, it's too long.
Yes, it's too short.
Yes, this is stupid shit.
And, yes, I suck.
And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.
If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.
ENJOY!*
I was idling down the street in Willtown Estates, admiring all the lovely homes. Three and four car garages, immaculate lawns and shrubs. Man what a life! Pull into my clean spacious garage and pick a little speck of something off my Porsche in the next slot, glancing at her Mercedes to see if she put any more door dings in it at the club.
Walking into the house to find my scotch and soda waiting for me along with my three newspapers to peruse while Gloria made dinner before Jackie gets home. Watching Jackie come in from the garage, her perfectly toned legs, hips swinging and tits bouncing. They better bounce for what I paid to turn those saggy B's to a nice healthy D!
I get a quick air smooch before she trots up to the bedroom to change into her workout clothes. Not that she actually worked out at home, but they did look good on her. Skin tight and leaving nothing to the imagination. Snug against her shaved and waxed pussy. Clinging to her D cup tits showing off the outline of her areola and firm nipples standing out just waiting to be played with.
Well that was on days the kids had after school activities. But even when they were scheduled home all she did was throw a sweatshirt over it. Coming and sitting beside me so I could let my hands roam her tightly covered body. Feeling her nipples harden under my fingers, the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy before we ran upstairs for a quick romp before supper.
Taking her up to the bedroom and bending her over that old table. It didn't match ANYTHING we had for décor, but it had two very special features. Well three actually. First it was the right height to bend her over and put her pussy at just the right height to pound her. Second it was a traditional four legged affair so the little loops of rope on the far legs to tie her wrists with were out of sight.
Mmmmmm, but the third was the whole reason Jackie bought it. It split in the middle to add leaves. Not that we had any to add to it, no what she added to it was so much better for her. You see in addition to being tied down to it, Jackie liked to be handled and abused a little, especially when I was pounding her pussy. Jackie was a slut of the first class.
When we got to the bedroom she would pull that table open a bit, just enough to lay across and squeeze her hanging tits into the opening, reach across to the far edge, then turn her head, "Do it."
That's when she turned from a prissy society woman to a real slut. I would drop my slacks and boxers and step to the other side of the table to tie her wrists, hearing her sigh and watch her ass wiggle as I did. My next preparation for her was to take a pair of her cum soaked panties from the day before and stuff them in her mouth to keep her screams quiet, and Jackie was quite the screamer if her mouth wasn't full.
By this point she was wet enough she was soaking through her panties and probably through her workout clothes in anticipation. I would step behind her, yank them down to her thighs hard, and sink in her pussy in one stroke and just stand there feeling her tremble around me. She would make a little noise when I gripped the far side table edge in anticipation.
Then when I thought she was on the edge I would pull out and ram in hard and deep. Driving hard enough to slap her ass... and mash her tits between the open halves of the table. Over and over and over feeling her cum under me from the very first stroke, driving in hard enough that some times I thought it was a wonder I didn't pop the silicone in her tits open, but that's what she wanted, hard and deep.
If she had been bad and did too much shopping I would pull out suddenly and tie her ankles then finish in her ass, just fucking my little slut until she passed out.
When I had enough I would slide a huge dildo in her pussy and pull her panties and tights up before untying her. Jackie would go through the rest of the evening with that dildo in her pussy, always sticking out enough that she had to sit partially on one hip to keep it from pressing up hard against her cervix.
Mmmmmm, sitting down to a lovely meal with her on one hip unless I nodded to her and she would slowly rotate to sit flat. Panting a bit as that dildo pressed up into her until she came doing her best not to make a sound then rotate back to one hip.
Dinners were generally without the kids as they were busy at one friends or another. They were getting big, Janice was in fifth grade now, or was it sixth? David was starting Junior High, but was into art instead of something that would provide him with a real job. Maybe I should have a talk with him again...
After dinner, and after Gloria had went home assuming the kids were at friends, Jackie would strip and sit on the floor beside my chair and suckle my cock while I read the financials or we would retire to our bedroom if the kids were home. When I patted her head she would get to her knees and suck me down while I watcher her undulating ass and dildo filled pussy in the mirror across from us. If the kids were gone she would do a strip tease in the middle of the living room before sucking me down.
Working my cock with her mouth and lips, getting herself all worked up until she had to reach between her legs and fuck her pussy with that dildo knowing it would get me off which would in turn set her off again still screaming around my cock.
When she had the strength she would stand and get her panties she wore that day and pull the dildo from her pussy using them to wipe it and her pussy clean of her cum, sometimes leaving them stuffed up her pussy for a while to absorb it all. They would go into the baggie beside the bedroom table for tomorrows round and then the slut was done for the day and the socialite was back. Naked, but back.
That was three years ago in the fall of 2008.
Then the bottom dropped out. You see I was a developer. I would buy ( finance ) a big chunk of land and start in, put in streets and all the utilities and then build a few houses, sell them, take that profit and build and sell a few more. The first few I did were just a corner lot compared to Willtown Estates, only fifteen or twenty homes.
Willtown Estates was going to be my big one, my next to last one. The profits from this would pay for the next one outright before I even broke ground so it would be all profit to retire on before I was forty. I had almost twenty people working for me when I started it. Then the slide started.
I was fifteen homes away from the break even when the first one happened. A buyer back out, his loan had been turned down. Well it wasn't like it hadn't happened before on other projects. I know there were some rumors, but those only affected other developers, the little guys. I sluffed it off and gave the big speech to my sales people and a month later we had resold that lot and two more. Only thirteen to go to the break even... that was as close as I would ever get.
It became a series of comedic situations to anyone but me. One property owner defaulted half way through construction and the contractors filed liens against the house and the development. Money was paid to lawyers to get us clear but it was money spent. An excavating contractor hit a gas line. Not a big deal but it shut the development down for most of the day, and then we discovered he had let his insurance lapse so we were on the hook since we hired him.
People stopped looking at my exclusive development, instead asking about properties at half the price or less. We laughed at it the first few times, then eventually started thinking about how we could do something like that just to keep things going. But by the time we had that revelation it was too far gone.
I started selling things, her Mercedes, she have to do with just the BMW. My Porsche, the land for the next development didn't even sell for what I originally paid for it but I was able to clear the loan at least. When my lease came do on my Lexus I let it go and bought its five year old twin and had it detailed. It was close, but I no longer volunteered to take anyone anyplace so they would see the interior and realize what I had, or more like what I didn't have.
When we had to let Gloria go Jackie had a fit, she was not going to cook, it was beneath her to do servants work. She had did that when we first got married and I was expected to take care of her now.
Several fights later she moved back home and Daddy took great pleasure in walking the divorce papers down to the courthouse himself. A few months of a bitter screaming clawing divorce and she had the house in town and the kids, I had the plot out in the country that we had planned on building our dream retirement home. Fifteen acres of tree covered hillside and a bit of the crest.
I scraped by for six more months sleeping on my office couch and letting body after body go trying to make enough to eat and pay alimony until the bank finally called the note. I had my five year old car, no home, and no future. A few months later I sold my old Lexus and bought an old military truck that had a camper in the back and drove it out to the dream plot.
It was painful all the memories flooding back, we had looked at several pieces, finally deciding on this one because of the view and the little stream running to one side. I toughed it out and got the camper off the back of the truck and down on the ground for my new home.
I tried several things, but was barely making enough to put diesel in the truck and propane for the stove and water heater, much less afford to eat. I don't think I had eaten so much soup and noodles in my life before that. Hamburger became like eating out at Ruth Chris!
I wound up at a temp agency sitting and waiting for day help call outs. And most of the people were looking for young strong backs, not thirty eight year old developer washouts. And when I did get work it was almost more than I could bear. Many a day I drove back out to my little clearing and contemplated suicide.
But slowly things became easier. I wasn't as strong as some of the young bucks, but I worked smart not hard and knew my way around. Winding up working as day labor for the same construction crew for most of my second summer after the divorce. I didn't go climbing around like a monkey with an air nailer, but I was pretty good at framing up walls and making up headers. And after all those years of developing properties I knew screw ups in the prints when I saw them so I was kept on.
I also stayed after doing a little pick up when the rest of the guys wanted to scramble and head for the bar. You had to have extra money to go to the bar. I had to have money this winter for FOOD! Picking up on the job site got me scraps of lumber I could burn to cook my supper and heat some water to wash with when I ran out of propane three days before payday.
I probably would have frozen to death that following winter if it hadn't been for cell phones. My little piece of hillside turned out to be a pretty good spot for a tower. We haggled a bit on price and then I let them have it, I would back down on the price on a minimal corner if they did two things. First when they put the access road in for the tower they had to put the little off shoot in for my camping area, and second, they drop in a fifty amp service off their meter for when I wanted to go camping in my RV.
They were over joyed. In the long run I lost out on some money, but I had a secure place to park and power I didn't have to worry about. With my rescued space heater being able to reserve my propane for water heating and the occasional cooking was a big relief, if you could call heating soup and noodles cooking that is.
That's also when I started collecting more than scraps of lumber. It started off with a few pallets to break up and burn in my make shift fire ring, then became more. I not sure what I was planning on, but just because a board had a twist or a curve didn't mean it couldn't be used. I went from part of the construction crew to also being the clean up guy.
Anything close to useable or burnable went home with me instead of the dumpster. I had several pallets laid out and sheets of plastic over what I had saved. Little trim boards on this one, planks on those two, partial sheets of plywood or OSB on the next two. Brick and cinderblock were stacked to one side. Another had boxes of bits and pieces. I had this thought of building a little cabin or something. There was also the stacks of empty pallets, both useable and firewood quality. Even the bad ones made a decent wind break for my little corner fire pit.
And then things changed. Our next series of homes was in... Willtown Estates. Except it wasn't called that anymore, it was now Pinewood. I was driving in and out of what used to be my home area, right past my old house. Jackie no longer lived there, some young couple was out playing with their kids, but it did give me a hollow feeling even as I kept plodding along.
Harry, the boss, asked me what was up, but I just put it off to being near the end of the building season. We had these four houses to get closed in before the weather changed and then that would probably be it until spring. But I kept on putting one foot in front of the other picking up what ever scraps I could right to the end. Saying good bye to Harry for the season and being reminded to look him up come spring.
Evidentially I did well enough to get the attention of the current developer. At first I thought he recognized me, he was the second guy I let go when the slide happened. But three years and plenty of physical labor had changed me. I wasn't the jolly fellow I used to be and forty pounds lighter to boot.
He offered me a job for a few months after the shells were closed in, cleaning up as they were finished out. It looked like I'd have work until mid December at least.
"And I'll give you and extra two hundred cash if you can do something with that piece of shit," pointing to the trailer covered in a 'Now Developing' sign with his ugly mug on one end.
I felt like I had been gut punched. I remembered getting that trailer, having it all painted up with an artists rendition of what my Willtown would look like. I just nodded and told him I'd do my best.
So every day I would make a late morning run through the houses being worked on to see what kind of mess I would have later. I also began working with a young man who looked like he was just getting started. Short and kind of skinny and pretty shy running around in the skid steer cleaning up the streets and driveways, shaving and sloping the yards in preparation for the landscapers. Even putting the forks on and helping me lift some heavy stuff up to the dumpster. We were acquaintances, but not much more.
Now I loved the first few weeks, the mechanical contractors were first in. I saved every decent screw and nail I found as well as every scrap of copper. Sometimes it was just little one inch pieces cut at the outlet boxes, but it all added up. That was my first quick run when they all left in the afternoon before anybody had a smart idea to make the same rounds.
Then it was back to getting the bits and pieces that really needed to go out to the dumpsters, sweeping and shoveling this and that before taking the 'useable' pieces out to my truck and calling it a day waiving to Perry on my way out.
The other nice part of shifting to this stage was meeting the delivery drivers, and eventually I found one willing to give me a hand moving the trailer. Well sort of.
At first he wanted to just get authorization to cut it up and haul it away, but in talking with him he let it slip he was needing bits and pieces to do some repairs on one he had sitting on the ground getting it up where he could move it around if need be. We came to an understanding. I would get him some cash for moving it from the developer and he could have it if I got the one he had sitting on the ground.
You see my sign trailer was just that, a regular trailer that couldn't pass DOT inspection so it was only usable as moveable storage. But what he had on the ground was an old refrigerated trailer. Something that would hold HEAT in the winter!
While all this was transpiring something else was happening. I noticed that Perry was spending a lot of time on the job site, more than I knew dufus would pay for. He just said he was keeping an eye on things and I let it go until I came in earlier than usual one morning. There was Perry's crew cab parked at the end of a cul-de-sac, and as I drove closer I saw Perry climbing from the back seat to the front.
"Fuck..." I knew that situation. I slept in my car for many weeks until I came across this truck and the camper.
I tried to engage him in a little more conversation from that point on, but didn't get much more than a few extra words before he was off to his next project. I got him to share a sandwich a few times when he looked starved and even left a few extra bottles of fruit punch drink and things where I knew he'd find them. It wasn't much but I knew what it meant in his situation. And he didn't seem to be the type of guy to actually accept it if I offered it direct.
I had really intended to find out more, but with the delivery of my 'new' refrigerated trailer I had other projects.
Now it wasn't like I was flush with cash, but with all my saved lumber and such I was able to block off most of the old refer unit hole and fit in a small window. It had a cracked pane, but it was free. Half a dozen mismatched and slightly damaged cabinets and a piece of a cracked counter top and I had a little 'kitchen'.
Of course it was almost pitch black in there with only one window and hotter than hell in the afternoon, but I was damn proud of myself!
Two more damaged windows and half a dozen partial tubes of silicone later and I at least had some cross breeze. Fitting a regular door and half of a French door across the end about eight feet in and I had it enclosed and still had an outside place to sit out of the weather. I spent a bit of my meager cell tower money and bought a small window air conditioner and now it was even bearable.
Heat would be a rocket stove one of the guys showed me how to make and even did the little bit of welding for me.
Things were starting to get a bit cooler, and it looked like Perry was still sleeping in his car but I couldn't get much out of him. That was until I was working on a Saturday catching up from taking Friday off for some work on my new 'house'. I had to get a bed frame and mattress. The bed frame came from the thrift store, but the mattress took several stops to find one even remotely serviceable that was still in my budget.
Friday night I slept in my new home on a huge regular mattress for the first time in years, I felt like a king.
Saturday I was going along cleaning up and getting ready for the cabinet and carpet people Monday when I thought I heard water running like we had a burst pipe.
I traced it to the basement and was coming down the stars to the utility room when it stopped. I took the last two steps to the utility room door and turned in.
There was a screech and a grabbing of a towel, "Oh shit, sorry." I turned and went back upstairs. Perry wasn't a he, he was a SHE! Short, petite, stocky even. A slight build and what looked like an A cup chest from the little I saw of it before it was covered with a towel.
I went back to sweeping and shoveling trying to get the image of a petite naked woman out of my mind. This coming Christmas would be four years since I had had a woman and I was about to cum in my pants!
I heard a noise behind me and there was Perry standing there with his arms crossed and hair still slightly damp. Fuck, HER arms crossed.
I looked at her now noticing the bit of feminine lines she did so well to hide, then went back to sweeping.
"Are you going to say anything," she said slowly.
"About?" looking back at her.
She nodded back toward the stairs.
I shrugged, "You're not the first, won't be the last. Few gallons of water never broke anyone. Hell I fill my barrels every other week so what the hell. I've been where you are." I chuckled to myself, "Probably aren't that far off from you truth be told."
I looked at her a bit trying to take in the body I had saw earlier then saw her face, "Sorry, I'm just trying to reconcile what I see now to the lovely lady I saw getting out of the shower." I stumbled through. I wanted to look at her but she would probably think me some kind of pervert. "Well sorry," and went back to work.
We didn't say much after that, and I only once heard water running a little over a week later. I just kept on working, giving her a little smile when she came upstairs and headed out to her truck when she finished.
We did chat a little more, contemplating the end of our part of the project in a few months. We'd even 'grill' a few hot dogs over a wood fire if we worked Saturday.
We sat near the fire enjoying the warmth on a calm sunny but cool afternoon, "So how did you get into this line of work Perry?"
She tipped her head back looking at the trees, "Well I guess you could say I was born into it. Dad did most of the excavating and road work for this development. When the original owner went under we did what we could to stay a float."
"You're old man Taylor's daughter?"
She smiled a little, "Yeah, you knew him?"
"Oh yeah, he was my go to guy for almost eight years." She looked at me like she was trying to recognize me. I put my hand out, "I guess we've never actually been introduced, Sean Williams."
Perry looked at me a moment then her eyes went wide, "Sean Williams, as in... Willtown Estates Sean Williams?"
I chuckled, "the one and only."
She just looked at me a bit, "Wow. So what happened?"
"Same thing that happened to everybody else. Clinton and the Dems pushed the CRA further than it should have been and things crashed when their big ideals caught up with everybody else's pocket book. The wife left me when things got hard and went back to daddy. By the time I bottomed out it really was the bottom. Been working my way up ever since. How's your dad doing by the way?"
A cloud came over her face, "Um, he passed away June 2009. A stroke in his sleep."
"Ah shit, I didn't know. Sorry." I remembered her mom passing away shortly after Alex had started working for my developments.
We sat there in silence a bit more, "So did you keep the company going then?"
She snorted, "Yeah right. How many developers are going to hire a girl for excavation and road work? I managed to keep the skid steer, an excavator, and a back hoe."
"Well at least you've got something to work with."
She snorted again, "They might as well be toys. My big truck is down and unless I can scrape up enough to get it fixed I'm going to loose a water line contract because I can't get them to the sight."
We sipped our drinks a bit in silence.
"Um, Perry. I could pull them for you."
"With what?" she said a bit sarcastically.
"My duce and a half has a Pintle hitch. It would be about max load and we'd have to go slow, but we could do it."
"I couldn't ask you to do that."
"Perry, your old man got me out of more binds than I can count. Just think of it as returning the favor."
"You're sure about this?"
I just shrugged, "Why not. When do you have to have them there?"
"I need to get the project done by the end of next week or I'm out."
"So tomorrow?"
She grinned, a really nice smile. "You got a deal." I even got a nice hug out of it, good thing she let me go before my hard cock ripped through her pants. Those little mounds I had forgotten about on her chest had me hard in an instant.
She had me giddy even if she was almost twenty years younger. I stopped on the way home at the Country Buffet and had steak! It might have only been sirloin, but it was STEAK!
The next morning I popped up quick not even bothering with coffee on my way out and met Perry at her dad's old place. Not much left, and a large portion of the yard with other equipment in it. I looked around a little at what looked like drilling equipment not road equipment, "Who's stuff is that?"
Perry sighed and confirmed my suspicion, "The new owner is a drilling company. They rent me a corner back to keep my stuff."
"Oh," was all I could think to say.
We hooked the trailer and got the back hoe loaded, I kept looking at her trying to put my finger on what was different, and then it hit me, MAKEUP! It wasn't much, but she actually looked like a girl!
We took it slow, and even with a quick trip back it was after sunset before we unhooked back at the main yard.
"You want to stop and grab a bite, my treat?"
"I'd love to Sean, but I have to get back. Maybe another time?"
"Okay," I did my best to hide my disappointment.
"Thanks again," I got another hug and I thought maybe a bit of a peck on the cheek. My imagination said above the smell of diesel I got a hint of perfume, either that or some nice shampoo.
The next week she did what she had to do here, then booked it as soon as she could to her other project. She was looking a bit harried Monday and Tuesday, but better Wednesday and Thursday. Friday morning Perry asked if I could pick up the back hoe after work.
We finished here as quick as possible and scooted over to the site, she already had it up on the trailer ready to pull out. Another slow run back to the yard running out of daylight the last half hour but luckily no cops to pull us over.
"So how about running out and grabbing a bite?"
Perry smiled at me, "I'd love to but I can't."
"Oh... okay..." I turned to head for my truck. I can take a hint.
I felt a hand on my shoulder turning me back to her, "No it's not like that Sean. The weekends are the only time I get to see Dane."
I just shrugged, "None of my business."
Perry smiled at me again, "Sean, Dane is my son."
I just looked at this little thing in front of me, I must have had quite the stupid look from her expression. "You're not old enough to have kids."
That got a BIG grin and a finger shaking at me, "You're terrible. Can we do it during the week some time?"
I smiled back at her, "That we can."
I got another hug, and even though I knew it was coming, those little mounds pressed into me was excruciating heaven.
Well it was going to be a project weekend anyway. I had bartered some lumber and a couple of windows to a guy that could weld, so this weekend I was going to install the water jacket on the rocket stove. If plans went right I would have wood fired hot water Saturday evening.
Well that was the plan anyway. The heat exchanger for the stove went on in half an hour and another half an hour to shorten the flue and get things sealed back up. Six hours later and I had the heat exchanger for the water plumbed... almost. At seven o'clock at night I discovered I was one fitting off. I had a male instead of a female.
I went out to the camper to take what I hoped would be my last quickie shower. The camper only had a seven gallon water heater. Even turned all the way up it was still a wet down and shut the water off, lather up and rinse then shut the water down again to shampoo then rinse quick before I ran out of hot water.
An hour in to town and back on Sunday morning and fifteen minutes later it was assembled. Another hour to fill and test the system and it was making hot water. That was the start of my move from the camper to the trailer. I had been sleeping in the trailer on my big bed, but my shower, fridge, and water system were still tied to the camper.
The rest of the day was spent transferring the pump and little pressure tank to the trailer. I had an old grill hooked to a hundred pound propane cylinder to cook on already set up. The next few weeks would be stripping the appliances from the camper and making my new kitchen in the trailer. The toilet would have to stay with the dump tank making the camper and overgrown porta potty, but that couldn't be helped right now.
True to her word Perry and I went out for supper Wednesday after work. We did it up fancy, a double, fries, and even large frosties!
"So you have a son. Is he out of diapers yet?"
Perry gasped and grinned, "Dane will turn four in May."
I just looked at her, "NO WAY!" I just had to stare, "You can't be more than what twenty, maybe twenty one?"
Perry rolled her eyes, "I'm twenty nine I'll have you know."
I just had to look at her and try to take that in. Such a petite pretty woman and she was twenty nine? Only ten years between us. "So why only weekends?"
"He stays with my grandmother."
"And you live out of your truck?" Perry stopped and looked at me like she had been gut punched. "Oh I'm not judging. I lived out of my car for three months before I traded for my truck. Would have loved to have had the back seat of a crew cab."
She relaxed a bit, "But I would probably have had to roll down the window to stick my feet out though."
Perry snorted and took another bite. We chatted a bit more before we called it a night. She was headed back to her truck to park somewhere and me to my trailer.
Halloween weekend we quit early making it a three day weekend. Perry was looking forward to taking Dane trick or treating Friday night. I was a bit concerned with the forecast to be wet and cold but she was just beaming with joy at the prospect of taking him out.
Monday Perry was all grins even if she was fighting off the beginnings of a cold. Sniffles and a few cough's, but manageable. But getting caught in a cold downpour Wednesday mid day and she was just dragging.
Perry was walking to her truck with her wet jacket pulled tight around her looking like death warmed over. I pulled up beside her, "Get in."
"What for?"
"You're not sleeping in that unheated truck tonight."
"But I can't..."
I just stared at her, "Get in."
She sighed, "Okay, let me grab a few things." She hobbled to her truck and grabbed a small duffle then climbed up into the cab like a creaky old man. She was still wet, but at least the cab was warm for the ride home.
Perry was intrigued by my setup, a bit wide eyed even in her chilled state. I stoked the stove back up to as hot as I could stand and told her to get out of her wet clothes pointing to the shower. She grabbed a few things and changed, coming back out in an old long sweat shirt.
Even a few feet from the stove she was still shivering. I put a hand to her forehead and she was plenty warm. A can of soup later and she was about out of it. I laid her out on the bed and pulled the covers over her doing my best not to look at her bare legs and how far up her top rode, she objected a little, but a few breaths later and she was out.
I kicked back on my lawn chair with feet to the fire keeping an eye on her. She was tossing and turning. She got hot and kicked all the covers off, then a little later she was bundled up shivering. Then back to sprawled out kicking her covers off making me gasp at her little pink thong covering her smooth pussy. Her top pulled up to just under her little mounds making me want to stoke the fir | How Little You Really Need | [
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Perry was back and forth a bit more, then she was sweating like she had a thousand pin holes in her, tossing and turning mumbling something about a Charlie. Pulling her top off and still sweating like terrible. All I could do was stare at her beautiful body, a little petite figure that looked so delectable.
But I couldn't take any more, and neither could she, she was burning up. I did the only thing I could thing of, I stripped down and picked her limp body up and carried her to the shower. Feeling her fight me as the warm water probably felt like ice water to her.
Oh fuck this is not good. Holding a naked wet woman squirming against me and I was hard as titanium. Feeling her nubs going back and forth across my chest as her pussy went back and forth across my cock and I couldn't take it. I held her tight and just came between us.
Fuck I'm glad she's out of it. I let us separate enough to let my cum rinse from between us. Holding her as I slowly turned the water cooler and cooler until I couldn't take it any more.
Drying her off as best as I could and slipped one of my shirts on her and slipped her back into bed. I had to use my t-shirts for a towel since I used my one and only for Perry then slipped back into my lawn chair. Perry dozed off and I did also.
I woke to a bit of noise seeing Perry rolling under the covers then looking at me, "Um Sean, how did I get in your shirt?"
I dropped my head, I couldn't look at her. "Your fever spiked. The only thing I could think of was to cool you off in the shower."
"So we didn't..."
My head came up to look at her, "NO!" Well you didn't, but I yi yiii...
Perry just smiled, tipping her head forward to smell my shirt, then got out to stand with her butt closer to the stove, the shirt tails barely coving her pussy. That pussy that was up against my cock last night in the shower. I kicked my head back as my cock grew in my shorts, Fuck don't let her see me like this.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, I opened my eyes to see her grinning beside me, "Bathroom?"
I nodded toward the door, "Pee bucket by the door or toilet in the camper."
Perry went back to her duffel and pulled out some stuff. I glanced and nearly came in my pants as she pulled a little white thong up her legs giving me a bit of a view of her ass before the shirt tails dropped back down. Imagining those same cheeks as she pulled her jeans up under my shirt. Gasping and trying to stifle a groan when she dropped my shirt and stood there bare backed as she put her bra and then work shirt on.
Perry leaned over beside my ear and whispered, "You know this isn't fair. You've had me naked twice now and I haven't even gotten a hint of your pecker." If I move I'm going to cum in my pants.
Perry headed out to the camper and I stepped to the pee bucket. I got two strokes and had to almost bend in half to hit it as hard as I came, barely getting zipped up and catching my breath before Perry came back in as I was making coffee. A couple of scrambled eggs and we headed to work, a few hours late but nothing critical.
Perry didn't say a lot on the way in, just glancing at me a few times. Work was a little more interesting, we chatted a bit more. A little more friendly than we had started out at, not hiding her femininity as much. She didn't plaster on the makeup, but I thought I saw a hint of eye liner or something.
And we did take a few more evenings out after work, the last few even doing regular restaurants instead of fast food. But the last one, WOW! We decided to do it up Thursday night and meet at Country Buffet. I almost didn't recognize Perry. She had gotten all dirty at work but we brushed off and headed out. But when she came through the door the dirty work shirt was gone and a nice tank top was in its place letting a little bit lace peak through.
We talked but I didn't really hear any of it looking at her across from me. She was still a bit scruffy from work, but DAMN she cleaned up nice. I was on cloud nine when she took my hand walking back out to the trucks. I decided to take a chance.
"Perry, it's getting pretty cold out there. You can camp out at my place if you want to."
Perry looked at me a bit, "You sure about that?"
I just shrugged, "It's warmer than camping out in your truck."
She got a little grin, "Okay." She followed me over and grabbed her duffel taking a closer look at the place now that she was feeling better.
We kicked back drinking our high octane cool aid. "So who's Charlie?" I asked in a lull in the conversation.
Perry froze.
"You were saying something in your fever, didn't sound nice."
She took a sip of her cool aid, "He's Dane's father."
"And he's not in the picture?"
Perry snorted, "Not even close. He talked me into not putting him on the birth certificate and to wait on getting married. Three weeks after Dane's first birthday he left for work and never came back. Took most of our savings with him."
"Sorry..." we sat there a bit more listening to the fire hiss and crackle.
"You have kids?"
"Two, a boy and a girl," I said with a smile.
There was a bit of a pause, "You never say anything about them."
I shrugged, "They went with their mom. They were addicted to the good life like she was." I took a deep breath, "No, that's not quite accurate. I wasn't a dad, just the provider. I was so involved in the business that I wasn't involved in their life. I had it all planned out to retire after the next development. But that would have put them into high school and beyond before I pulled away from the business."
We sat there a bit more.
"So do I get to take my shower by myself tonight?" from her giggle I must have had quite the expression.
"I'll go get some more wood."
I went out to my pile of scrap two by fours and brought an arm load up to my overhang to split for the rocket stove. My first trip back in and Perry was still in the shower, her shadow on the curtain. I took my time with the second with the memory of her profile rinsing her hair out burned into my memory.
When I got back in she was drying her hair, her t-shirt up enough to let her thong show between her cheeks. I turned to the sink to rinse this mornings dishes. By the time I had that accomplished she was bending over her duffel pulling something out, all I saw was the stripe up between her cheeks.
I turned to my milk crate stack to pull out some shorts and stripped to mine to get in the shower. I almost stripped down completely but barely caught myself as I started to pull them down and then back up quickly hearing a giggle behind me. "Don't let me stop you."
I slipped into the shower and dropped my shorts and threw them over the top of the curtain at Perry making her laugh. I was going to stroke a load thinking about her but remembered her silhouette that I watched from outside. I did at least try and face the wall to keep the profile of my hard aching cock standing out from being on display.
I did my best to tuck my cock up under my elastic instead of standing out to poke anything I get near when I got out.
Now the one thing about not having a TV or even a radio in here you have two things to do when it gets dark. Watch the fire or go to bed. And in my situation either of those meant ALONE.
I crawled in debating on inviting Perry to share my bed, it was a king after all, but that could be a bit awkward. But it wasn't as quiet as usual. Yes there were the usual creaks and groans of the trailer with the faint rustling of the wind accompanying the crackle of the stove, but add to that the breathing of another body moving and creaking in the lawn chair. I tossed and turned a bit waking up with every creak of the chair. "Perry?" I asked softly.
"Mmmm."
"Would you rather sleep in the bed?"
"I won't kick you out of your own bed."
"No I meant with me."
"Um..."
"No not like that. I can stay on my side."
"Well..."
"You'll be safe, I promise."
She laid there moving and turning a bit, then finally gave in, "Oh okay."
I felt her move the covers and the bed shift as she laid down sighing.
I rolled over on my side to put my back to her, falling asleep to Perry's soft breathing. I did wake up sometime in the night, I had rolled to my back and had a soft little tit in my hand. FUCK! I had to get up and stroke one out in the pee bucket to be able to get back to sleep. I thought I heard a little snicker when I crawled back in but I couldn't be sure.
FUCK! I woke facing Perry, my hand on her bare belly, looking down at her thinly covered pussy, her little nubs standing up nicely with a decent nipple bump under her top keeping my attention. Her breathing changed so I rolled away and out of bed pulling my jeans on to contain my hard on.
I made coffee and started the eggs and she did it again. But this time she didn't have one of my shirts on, she had one of hers. She already had her thong on, but she pealed her t-shirt off leaving her entire back bare but turned slightly letting me see a bit of the side of her tit as she slipped her bra on getting her hands in the cups to get her tits settled in. Turning sideways more showing her lace covered tit as she reached for her work shirt. Stepping into her jeans and getting them situated just right before she zipped up.
I was wishing she wasn't here so I could just stand outside and stroke one out with the vision I just had.
We each crawled into our respective vehicles and headed to work. I had a really shitty day, but I still grinned remembering waking up with her tit in my hand, her bare belly under my hand, remembering holding her wet naked body in the shower.
This is going to be a LONG weekend.
I hit the home store on the way home to grab a piece of conduit and the thrift store for a few more towels, a few sheets, and another pillow. One sheet as a spare for the bed and two sheets for a divider curtain.
Well since it was a cool weekend it was a laundry weekend. I had my high dollar washer working, my hands. Wash and rinse in the sink, run them through an old wringer then hang them above the stove to dry. I had to crack windows the humidity was getting so high.
OH FUCK! I was stripping my sheets off for the next round and found it. Perry had left her t-shirt she slept in on the bed. I shouldn't, I really shouldn't... oh damn she smells good. Imagining it was her skin I was smelling instead of her t-shirt. Imagining it was her pussy I was smelling on the hem. I didn't wash it, just folded it and laid it on my pillow after making the bed.
WOW! I never thought I'd see that again, two pillows on my bed.
I looked around and realized what I was missing, or more accurately what I was missing if I planned on having female guests. I got back in the truck and made the rounds around the backside of the thrift stores.
The afternoon started out on a high note. I found a love seat with just a small tear I could cover and another lawn chair by the dumpster. Four stops later I found a small dresser and a mirror with a cracked corner. On the last stop I found three table lamps. They didn't match but what the hell.
I was in a good mood from my luck so I stopped in Wal-Mart and looked at the TV's. With everyone switching to blue ray I found a couple on clearance and picked up a little TV / DVD combo for under a hundred dollars. I went through seven decks of cards last winter listening to the radio.
I threw the tarp over my treasures in the back of the truck and took my new toy inside. I didn't have an antenna, but the free Red Box rental with the new TV kept me entertained for a few hours. I watched it twice wishing I had thought to buy a little popcorn. I couldn't tell you the last time I had sat a watched a movie.
Sunday was the transformation day. The law chair went out to the overhang with the other 'new' one and the love seat and lamps came in. The dresser and mirror was a pain in the ass by myself, but I got them in place and moved my things from my milk crates to the drawers, leaving two of the left side ones slightly open and empty.
Perry was in a good mood Monday, and we made plans for our regular Wednesday evening dinner.
She was running a little behind needing to make a stop and when she peeled her coat off I nearly had a heart attack. She wasn't wearing her work shirt, or even one of her tank tops. This was a scoop neck top with a little frilly edge. All I could do was stare.
"I take it you approve?"
I managed to tear my eyes away from her figure and look her in the eyes and utter the most intelligent thing I could, "Uh huh."
We had a nice meal, and I was just getting used to seeing her in it when the next bomb dropped. "Um Sean, I think I know the answer to this, but do you have any plans for Thanksgiving?"
I looked at her wondering where this was going. "Nothing in particular, just piddling around the house. always something to do in that big old mansion."
Perry smiled at that, "Well if you could see your way to tearing yourself lose would you care to join us for Thanksgiving dinner?"
"Us?"
"Me, Dane, and Grandma."
"What would I need to bring?"
Perry smiled, "Nothing, just yourself."
"Well I should bring something. I could stop and pick up a pie or something."
"Oh god forbid you bring store bought stuff into granny's kitchen. She's bad enough with cereal and crackers for Dane."
I chuckled making me thing of Gloria. "Something to drink?"
"Only if you want it. We're not really drinkers, and with money the way it is..."
"I understand. I used to be quite the social drinker, but that went the way of everything else too."
"So that's a yes?"
"I'm not sure what I have to wear."
Perry smiled, "Just clean shirt and pants. Any other excuses?"
I grinned, "Okay, I'll be there." she gave me the address when we walked out to the trucks. She started toward her truck, then skipped back to me, gave me a quick peck on my cheeks then scurried to hers and pulled out.
I drove home with a smile, remembering her just getting close enough to me that when she kissed me I felt her nipples just briefly against me. I was thinking about what I could do to get her to stay with me more. I had hinted at her to come home with me a few times, but Perry had not been back since that night. I still slept with her t-shirt next to my pillow every night.
I drove up the next morning not really sure what to expect. If dinner the other night was a heart attack, this was a massive stroke. Perry was in a dress! "SON OF A BITCH!"
Perry giggled, "Get in here dufus and close the door." I stumbled in the door and Perry took my coat, more like took it off me I couldn't stop looking at her. A light yellow dress with a low ruffled neck line and stopping well short of her knees. She grinned at my grinning at her.
Dane was a wonderful well behaved young man. Yes he was a little ball of energy and had tons of questions. Grandma Sarah got her questions in every so often. There wasn't that many, but they were rather... pointed.
I guess I passed what ever test because the questions got further and further apart as she tried to stuff more and more food in me. It was rather embarrassing actually. After three years of eating only what I needed and or could afford instead of what I wanted I was stuffed half way through the meal and had to just sit and nibble.
And then she brought out the PIE! Oh man it had been longer than I could remember having good home made pie and I had no room.
"We'll just save it for later."
"Later?"
"Well yeah, sit and watch the games and have some later," Sarah said.
I looked at Perry, she just grinned and shrugged. I had been ambushed. I tried to help with dishes, but they shooed me out of the kitchen and was told to go watch the game with Dane. I hadn't watched a football game any where but a bar nursing one drink in longer than I would care to admit.
Now Dane was only four, but he loved football. We sat, well I did anyway. Dane sat and jumped and danced and cheered... for both teams. Somewhere around the end of the first quarter the turkey started to take effect. He was up beside me running out of energy and I pulled him over and put him under my arm, he was asleep before the second quarter began.
Perry came in and checked on us, taking Dane off to bed for his nap. When they finished the dishes Perry curled up in his place. I had her beside me, my arm over her shoulder, hand hovering mid air just inches from that tit I had cupped the other night. Glancing down at her dress working its way up her thigh a bit and gazing further up to see a nice bit of white lace down her dress.
A little before half time and she tipped her head onto my shoulder, I could smell her shampoo and perfume.
When the half time show was over we settled back in with our pie, barely finishing it before Dane woke back up. I was totally stuffed again and was barely able to stay awake, in fact I didn't and dozed off sometime during the last part of the third quarter, waking to find Dane cheering something and my arm around Perry's neck having gotten a better grip on her. I had my hand laying on the side of her tit, the feel of the lace texture under her dress making me think about her laying with me again. I had to make another trip to the bathroom.
After that game it was time to stuff me again. This time I ate my pie first. Dane loved that idea and Grandma chuckled and shook her finger at him, I gave him a grin and thumbs up. Perry just groaned and rolled her eyes.
When the late games started Dane was drug off protesting about bath and bed while I was still here.
"You can see him in the morning. Maybe we'll go to the park or something," Perry said.
"Or the zoo?"
"Or maybe the zoo, now it's bath and bed time."
He zipped off for his bath with Perry following him. Grandma Sarah sat down and sighed taking a load off. "I wish I had half his energy."
I chuckled, "You and me both. He seems like a good boy."
"He is, he has his moments like any little boy, but Perry has done a good job with him."
I smiled, "She can be a force to recon with."
Sarah grinned, "Yeah, she's got a bit of her father in her that's for sure. She tells me you knew my Alex."
I sighed, "Yeah, back in another life he did a fair amount of work for me."
The inquisition was interrupted with Perry coming back, "He's out cold," sighing and plopping down beside me. We chatted a bit about this and that then the girls decided to top me off, I was presented with a HUGE piece of German Chocolate cake.
"You two are trying to split me in two." I took a bite and it was delicious, closing my eyes and savoring it for as long as I could.
Perry snickered, "Is it working?"
We watched a bit more of the late game, but I was looking at her more than the TV.
"Don't you want to watch the game?"
"I'm not a big football fan like I used to be. It's okay to watch but I can take it or leave it."
"How about a movie then?"
I just shrugged and she hopped up and bent over a cabinet, her dress riding up a little showing those smooth thighs, she knew I was looking. She popped the DVD in and then motioned me to get up off the couch. In a moment she had the hide-a-bed out and we were reclined back watching 'The Shootist'.
Some time later I woke up as Perry was climbing back into bed. I rolled up enough to empty my pockets so I wouldn't spill my change all over in the night and laid back down facing the edge of the bed.
The clock said 12:05 and I was facing the middle of the bed with Perry spooned in front of me and my hand cupping her tit separated by a thin layer of material. I slowly slid my hand down to her belly as I rolled back a bit to keep my growing hard on from pressing against her back praying she was asleep enough not to notice.
No such luck, her hand was coming down to grab mine. WHAT THE FUCK? Perry was bringing my hand back up to her tit then reached back between us and situated my cock in the crease of her ass as she scooted back against me then put her hand on mine on her tit.
I tried to roll away a little, "Lay still before I crawl up and sleep on top of you." I rolled back against her and gave her tit a little squeeze as I pulled her back against me. "Mmmmm," was the only response.
I woke to a sensation I couldn't remember the last time I had felt it. A warm soft woman curled up against my side. Her head and hand on my chest, her leg kicked up across my crotch.
Her leg was moving and I was getting hard, "Oh you do like me."
I groaned, she snickered and rolled out of bed. Perry flashed me her thong split ass before pulling her robe on and heading for the kitchen. I slipped my shirt on and moved as fast as I could for the bathroom. I managed six strokes before loosing it, two more than last night.
I managed coffee and toast while Dane was a whirl wind, Perry had agreed to take him to the zoo and I was being drafted to come along, you just can't say no to a kid like him. Perry seemed very pleased with herself.
We put his car seat in my truck and I found a strap to hold it in, old military trucks do not have seat belts. Perry seemed quite pleased she had to sit in the middle next to me.
He was just as energetic there as he was at home, evidentially this was a semi regular treat. He knew exactly where he wanted to go and when. He was normally allowed two shows that you had to pay to get into, but with winter settling in they were closed for the season. We wandered a bit, he squealed when I put him up on my shoulders to see the polar bears over the rest of the crowd, and I left him up there a bit as we strolled before heading home for lunch.
He had burned out at the zoo, ten minutes on the road and he was out in his seat.
"Thanks for coming with us Sean."
I grinned, "I had a wonderful time. I couldn't tell you the last time I went to the zoo, and Dane was a blast."
"Yeah, I was a bit surprised. He doesn't usually take to strangers."
We pulled in and Dane was getting himself out of his seat all by himself and racing to the house. I took his seat out and slipped it back into Grandma Sarah's car. I stepped to Perry. "Thanks for inviting me over, I had a wonderful time."
"You're leaving?" she said with a bit of a frown.
"I don't want to intrude on the time you get with Dane."
She brightened a little with that, "Well at least come grab a bite before you leave."
I grabbed my belly and groaned, "You two are just trying to fatten me up before you butcher me."
Perry swatted at me grinning then took my arm and led me to the house. It looked like it had been assumed, Sarah had plates out for all of us. I had my sandwich and was half way through my pie when the phone rang. Sarah answered it and then called Perry to the phone.
"SHIT!" I heard her exclaim softly, looking over to see Sarah scowl at her. She shrugged and finished her conversation then came back to the table and put her head in her hands.
I took my last bite of pie, "Bad?"
"I didn't get the bid," she said to the table.
"Oh."
She turned her head to me, "It was going to be the lot rent to store the equipment."
"They won't let you slide a month?"
"I'm already two behind."
"Oh," I grabbed a roll and spread some butter on it. "Well why don't you park them at my place for a while?"
Perry snorted, "Where? On top of all your pallets?"
I smiled, "Perry, I have fifteen acres, that's just the clearing by the road."
She looked at me as her eyes went wide, "Really?"
I just shrugged, "We'd probably have to consolidate things a bit to squeeze them in. If I had a chain saw we could clear a few trees, but I think we could make them fit."
"You're serious?"
"Sure. It's not like I'm going to be adding to my treasures much this year, so what the heck."
"I'd need to do something pretty quick."
"How about we go take a look when you're done fattening me up."
Dane and Sarah laughed, Perry did eventually.
"Can I go Mom?"
"Not this time honey, this is work stuff."
"Oh man!"
I ruffled his hair, "Maybe later once we get things settled, okay?"
"YESSS!"
We headed out to the trucks, "How about we swing by the yard so I can get an idea of what you have? Maybe even snag the skid loader in case we need it?"
We walked through what she had, "Damn, this is a lot more than I realized. You said you had the three pieces of equipment, I didn't realize you had all this other stuff."
Perry looked a bit dejected, "Changing your mind?"
"On the contrary, thinking of all the things we could do with it. You've got a lot of attachments for just three pieces of equipment."
Perry grinned, "When Dad was in full swing this lot was almost overflowing. I sold off the big equipment but hung on to all this just in case."
"Some of it looks like it hasn't been used in a while, does it all work?"
"Most of it. some needs minor repair, others are for spare parts. You still want me to bring it over?"
I grinned, "On one condition."
"What's that?" she asked a bit guarded.
"No more sleeping in your truck."
Perry turned to me and put her arms around my waist. "And just where would I be sleeping?" grinning up at me.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead, "I think I could come up with something."
Perry put her hand behind my neck and pulled me down, "Good answer," she said softly before kissing me. Not a quick peck like last time, just a nice soft gentle kiss.
We loaded the forks and brush cutter on the trailer before she pulled the skid steer on and chained everything down. I just watched in awe as this little petite woman hopped around doing what had to be done putting any man I knew to shame. I had to push the speed limit a little driving home to keep her from running into the back of my truck, she was in a bit of a hurry.
We hopped into my truck to make the rounds. "So the property starts just outside the gate for the West boundary. This access road runs just inside the North line." We kept chugging up the road to the top coming up beside the chain link around the tower base.
"Oh wow!"
"Not a bad view huh?"
Yeah," she said softly looking out over the valley.
Bits and pieces showing through the gaps, one of the suburbs laid out off in the distance. Kind of reminded me of what I used to do. What I had planned for my future way back when...
"And the ridge is yours too?" bringing me out of my funk.
"Yeah, and a little over the other side. The south line is about five hundred feet or so over just past the stream."
"A stream, up here?"
"There's a little spring about three quarters of the way up the hill along that side that feeds it. That was part of the reason we... that is... I mean..."
Perry turned her back to me and backed up to me pulling my arms around her. "Yeah," was all she said, but it said it all.
We stood there looking out over the valley for a while. I was really enjoying the feel of Perry in my arms against me.
"So what were the original plans?"
"Well back when I wasn't worried about money," she chuckled, "we were going to build the house up here near the top. We were debating on keeping it below the ridge or getting high enough to have the view over the top."
"And now?"
"Well I don't think we're going to be building a five thousand square foot monstrosity do you?"
I felt her chuckle, "Not likely."
"So what would you do?" I asked Perry.
"Not sure, I like the idea of being up high for the view, but that would depend on so many other things."
"Like?"
"Well the lay of the land to start. It can be shaped and moved if need be but it would be easier if you didn't have to. Then there is the utilities and sewer to consider."
"Mmmm, well power is underground just this side of the road up to the transformer, and for all the rock I would bet sewer up here would be lagoon not leach. The water is all the way down the hill and across the road."
"What about the spring?"
"What about it."
"Why not use that for water?"
"You can do that?"
I heard her groan as she put her head back against my chest, "Yes."
"Okay. So should we go back down and actually do what we came here for?"
"It's either that or move things around to get my stuff over here."
"Huh?" Perry turned and gave me a nice kiss then hopped back into the truck. OH!
We did go back down and unload the skid steer and attachments. We were shuffling and consolidating and I was really surprised at what I had acquired over the last two years. It was just lots of bits and pieces, but it sure added up.
Our next load from the yard was a few more attachments and the back hoe, that let us load and unload on either end. The next two loads were strictly attachments loaded and unloaded by chain with the excavator being the last load just before sunset.
"You staying for supper?" I asked with a grin.
"What are my choices?"
"Oh you know, just the usual endless menu. I have soup, stew, or noodles."
"Stew sounds good."
I put my elbow out and she took it grinning as I led her to the house.
"You've been busy!" she exclaimed as she saw my additions. "You expecting someone?"
I just shrugged, "When you stayed that first night I realized I wasn't prepared for guests."
Perry grinned, "But there's still only one bed."
I grinned back, "Yup."
We sat and ate stew watching TV. I could only pick up a few locals on my home made antenna, but it was better than nothing.
"You staying tonight?"
Perry grinned, "I thought that was a condition of keeping my stuff here."
I grinned even harder, "That it was. You want to take a shower while I rinse the dishes?"
"Okay," she chirped. Perry ran out to her truck for her duffel and teased me stripping down for her shower stepping in in her little bra and thong, tossing them at me from inside. I couldn't help it, I brought them to my nose to inhale her scent. A heady mix of sweat and Perry.
The shower shut off and a minute later I turned hearing the shower curtain being pulled back, BIG MISTAKE.
Perry stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel drying her hair with another. "Your turn." She sat back down on the couch, her towel opening up along her leg almost enough to...
"Okay," I said with a little groan trying not to cum in my pants. I stepped to the dresser and grabbed a clean pair of boxers and stripped to mine before stepping into the shower. I started lathering down and couldn't help it, I grabbed my aching cock and got three strokes in before shooting all over the wall remembering her stepping out of the shower naked the first time I saw her. At least I wouldn't be stabbing everything in sight when I got out.
When I shut the water off it was strangely silent like I was alone again. When I came out of the shower I found out why. Perry was in bed already, all the lights off except for the little one in the kitchen. I was standing there looking at her bare shoulders.
"Um Sean."
"Huh?"
"You're over dressed," and pulled the covers back to reveal her naked body.
I just stared at the vision before me, "damn" was all I could say as my hard on came back with a vengeance.
"Well?"
I just stared at her, I couldn't tear my eyes away. She looked down at my hard on tenting my boxers. "Oh," I dropped my boxers once I managed to get them past my hard on, Perry giggling at my predicament. I slid in beside her lightly putting my hand on her waist as she covered us back up. "Are you sure about this?"
Perry put her hand behind my neck and pulled me down to her. Our first real kiss. Not a quick peck, or even a decent kiss out in public. This was a kiss while exploring each other. Feeling her hands moving on my chest while I brought mine up to hers. Her gasp into my mouth when I cupped her tit and took her hard nipple between my fingers.
Hearing her sigh in my ear as I kissed along her jaw to her ear lobe working my way to her chest. Perry's little cry as I took her nipple in my lips, wrapping her arms around my head holding me tight and quivering. I hoped it was a nice little orgasm.
Getting her to release my head and kissing across to her other tit, her sigh and groan as I took her other nipple feeling it get even harder between my lips. Suckling like I | null | [] |
was trying to drink her in taking as much of her tit in my mouth as I could. releasing it to begin to kiss my way down her belly.
Perry caught my head and tipped it up, "Later," she panted.
I slid back up her body and lightly kissed her as the tip of my cock bumped her pussy. "I'm not going to last long."
"Me either," as she reached down and brought my cock to her lips. Lifting me up and down wetting me with her juices leaving me centered on her opening.
I slid partially into her having to stop to keep from popping, pulling back and arching up to be able to keep kissing Perry as I sunk fully into her. I tipped my head back arching the other way plastering her to me, "Fuuuuccckkkkk." I was quivering and gritting my teeth on the edge of cumming in her.
If I hadn't met Dane you couldn't convince me this woman had ever had children, she was TIGHT! I was moving a little trying to hold off when Perry screamed and wrapped her legs around me. That was it, I pulled back one last time and was unloading even as I drove into her. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders and roaring as I filled her. Barely holding myself up on my elbows to keep from crushing her before pulling both of us over onto my back.
We laid there a bit as my cock softened slipping from Perry, her soft body sprawled across me. I grabbed something from beside the bed and tried to tuck it between her legs. Perry rolled enough to pull it between her legs and dropped back to my chest.
As hot and sweaty as we were I didn't want her to move. Stroking her soft back and ass cheek as our sweat almost glued us to each other. Tipping my head up enough to kiss her forehead was all the energy I had.
We finally rolled off the bed and Perry hobbled to the pee bucket and gave me a dirty look, "You need a real bathroom," she scowled as she hovered over the bucket.
"That takes a leach field or lagoon." She looked at the shower with a raised eyebrow. I just shrugged, "Sink and shower run to a grey water gravel pit. And with both of us here that could be pushed to the limit."
Perry just groaned, "Guess what your first project is?"
"Well I was going to say we can't afford it, but I know someone with the right toys to put it in."
It was tight with our regular work season coming to an end, and if it hadn't been for my monthly cell tower money we wouldn't have done it. We got the smallest tank we could get and just enough pipe for one long lateral fastening the tee and end cap with screws so we could add to it later if need be. But we were now officially living in a home. No more camper or out house needed.
We didn't do a whole lot the next two weeks with our regular work other than the little septic setup with the short days. But that did leave a WHOLE lot of time in the evenings to explore things inside.
I learned that I could nibble on her neck and shoulders all day long and she would really enjoy it, but if I nibbled on the outside slope of her tits I had a wild woman on my hands. And licking the crease of her hip and leg right below her hip bone got her flowing and ready for me to lick clean. And oh was she sweet. I could lay there and lick her until she passed out, and I tried that as many times as possible.
Spreading her juicy pussy, nibbling on her lips as I took tentative licks into her core. Drinking and feasting as Perry moans and sighs, feeling her legs come around me as I get her close. Sliding my fingers up in her as I nibble on her clit sending her over the edge.
But I have to be careful how much I tease that little minx, she takes great pleasure in returning the favor. Laying with her head on my belly and just flicking the head of my cock with her tongue. Taking just the head of my cock in her mouth as she strokes my cock or plays with my balls. Working and stroking and sucking.
Leaning over to suck me down against the back of her mouth every so often, then opening her mouth and slowly taking me in pressing me to the back as she hums and licks my cock. And when I fell like I can't take it any more it's like she seems to know I'm on the edge and leans over and just stars fucking my cock with her throat. Jamming me hard until I roar and let loose, grabbing her ass as I arch up and fill her belly.
We were cuddling on the couch watching a Christmas movie, neither of us having put any clothes on for three days. Perry was softly stroking my firm cock as I cupped and played with her little tits. "Dane keeps bugging me about coming over."
I lifted my hand enough to tip her head and give her a quick peck, "Well we won't be able to run around like this when he's here."
Her mouth dropped open, "YA THINK?!"
I grinned back at her, "When would you want to bring him over?"
She got a soft smile, "You don't mind?"
"Well we're not exactly set up for him on a permanent basis yet."
"Yet?"
"Well I figured some where along the way we'd have to set something up for him, but I'm not sure how or where just yet."
"We?"
I just smiled and shrugged. Perry grinned and bit her lip then let my cock flop back against my belly. She lifted a leg to straddle me and planted her pussy firmly on me letting her wet lips slide on either side of me.
"You're sure about this?"
"I'm sure I want to try if you do."
Perry stiffened, "Try..."
I pulled her down on top of me skin to skin, "If the last few years have taught me anything it is that nothing is guaranteed." She inhaled deep, "Having said that I really want us to succeed. I just hope an old man can keep up with the babe that's stolen my heart."
Perry pulled up to her elbows, the tips of her nipples just grazing my chest hair. She looked into my eyes searching for something, then sighed and got this little grin. "I'm not giving it back until you fork over mine."
I smiled back at her and slid one hand to her ass to cup it as I brought the other to the back of her neck to pull her back down. "Not happenin'" I whispered just before I kissed her.
Perry melted against my chest again interlocking her arms behind my neck, we kissed and held each other close for an eternity before she broke it lifting up and grinning at me. The grin turned to a groan as she snaked her little hand down between us and lifted me enough for her to sink back and take me in to the root.
Hearing Perry's breath catch when she got me in just the right place in her pussy, feeling her quiver as she took her pleasure. Seeing her try to egg me on and telling her to cum around me and the total release on her face as she came hard and collapsed on my chest again. Deep panting turning to slow shallow breaths as she fell asleep on me as my still hard cock was buried in her aching to cum and yet not wanting to so I could stay buried in her velvet pussy.
My little movements in her pussy enjoying her around me making her sigh in her sleep and then coming awake and getting me to roll over on top of her. Lifting her legs and catching her knees behind her elbows and cupping her little tits. "Fuck me..." her only words. And the grin on her face when I couldn't take it and jack hammered into her filling her with a roar and collapsing down on her barely remember to catch myself with my elbows to keep from crushing her.
I rolled to my back gasping for air, reaching across to cup her tit and Perry putting her hand on mine. "It's not even Christmas yet and that's the second best present I've ever had."
Perry's hand tightened on mine, "Second? What was the first?"
"When the kids were born..."
Perry's hand relaxed, "Yeah..." she rolled over against me, all energy to get up and take a shower forgot about as we drifted off.
Over the next few weeks we made the rounds to the various thrift stores, finally coming up with a bed for Dane and a desk for Perry, all in one. It was one of those things the college dorms use that have a desk on the bottom with a bunk up top. Dane was thrilled to spend a few nights every so often, telling his grandma he was going to summer camp. Seems it was something he remembered from a movie with bunk beds. I just grinned and didn't argue about it being the middle of winter.
The three of us spent the few days before Christmas in my trailer and taking walks around the property. Dane having a ball following various animal tracks while Perry and I scouted a place for a house. We settled on a place near the top about mid way between the side property lines where it flattened out a bit before resuming its rise to the peak. A place where the back would be built into the hill side.
Christmas morning at her grandmothers was one of the most special I can remember, only a few little presents for Dane, but all of us together. It was the sign of my life turning around.
Come February I got a letter from a bankruptcy court and then from a new cell tower management company. They had to renegotiate the tower contracts. This time I got a company to rep me and they got me almost four times what I had been getting. The tower company bitched about my RV electric so we told them to leave it in place for a year max to give me a chance to get mine in and they relented.
Perry also got a call from a builder to prep a sight when another contractor was a no show, and since I wasn't working yet I tagged along to help out. Turns out he was one of the guys I had used in the past and was surprised to see me in the excavating business.
"Nope, I work for her," putting my thumb over my shoulder at Perry going to town with the excavator. I hopped back in the truck to dump what she had loaded when I got the whistle and a look, he just grinned at my jumping at her beck and call. At lunch break I introduced her to Vince and informed him she was old man Taylor's daughter. He raised an eyebrow and then started asking her questions. By the end of the day they had an agreement for several more projects. We splurged and took Dane and her grandmother out to the Country Buffet. She took him home with her so we could have the night to ourselves to celebrate.
I never did go back to full time work for the construction company, Perry and I worked too well together. I did still do clean up for material though, can't beat free.
As soon as the weather dried up enough we traded a little excavating for borrowing some concrete forms and set the foundation for our first storage container. One end ground level and the other dock high to be able to back the big truck right up. Two months later we did the second one forty feet over. The following month we did the water from the stream to a cistern and then the septic lagoon.
September we splurged and bought both of the fifty three foot containers and had them set. It about drained us but we had the cell tower money coming in to cover the basics. And after a little coaxing and begging we had a bit of a house raising party the weekend after Halloween. Some grilling and beer got us a few guys and a high loader to finish in half a day what would have taken me and Perry several weeks. It was only the truss joists and decking with a tarp cover, but it gave us an out of the weather area to work on equipment and store more material.
The year had been good to us, we had actually been able to set some money back and buy a few pieces of equipment expanding our scope of work and there fore our income.
I will admit that I hid something from Perry that fall, about four hundred dollars worth, but she would get it back, I hoped...
Thanksgiving at Grandma Sarah's was wonderful, a house full of aromas and good people. We even had both turkey and ham!
Christmas... I was in knots and doing my best not to show it, but I wasn't succeeding, Sarah kept looking at me, and twice asked what was bothering me. I made some excuse, but it was clear she wasn't buying it.
We sat back as Dane distributed our presents, each of us buying a few little things for each other as well as the 'extras' from Santa for Dane.
"Hey Dane, you missed one."
"Where?" I pointed to the lower branches at a small wrapped box hanging from one next to a decoration. Here it goes for all the marbles.
Dane, his ever energetic self, ran back to the tree hoping it was for him. "It says for Mom."
"From who?" Perry asked, Dane just shrugged and handed her the little box.
Perry took it and inspected it like it was going to spring open and bite her, a little shake didn't reveal anything so she slooooly took the lid off. Her eyes went wide when she saw the jewelry box inside and took it out slowly looking between me and the box.
"Come on Mom, open it!"
Sarah laughed and Perry gasped, then slowly cracked the cover.
She was going to put her hand to her mouth, but I grabbed it in mine as I slipped to one knee, "Perry Taylor, will you marry me?"
Her lips and hands were trembling like she was going to drop it so I took the box from her hand and put the ring at the tip of her finger waiting on her answer.
"Yes," she squeaked out nodding her head and crying.
I slipped the ring up her finger and kissed her hand, Perry dropped to the floor in front of me and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long hard kiss.
"EEWWWWWWW!"
We broke the kiss long enough to see Dane with his hands over his eyes but peeking between his fingers. I turned Perry back to me and kissed her again dropping my far hand to her ass to give it a nice little squeeze.
"GRANDMA! Make them stop." Sarah took him to the kitchen for another piece of pie.
We held each other and kissed some more. "Hey Perry."
She gave me a quick peck, "Hmm?"
"Can we sit back up on the couch, my knees are killing me?"
Perry laughed and pulled me to my feet then pushed me to the couch and hopped on my lap straddling me, "Better?"
"Getting there," as I pulled her close to resume that kiss but with her chest tight into mine this time.
We managed to tone it down enough for Dane to come back in and watch TV with us, Sarah grinning like her face would split.
I got up later at half time to make a bathroom run and got one of the best Christmas presents I could have even imagined. I was just coming back down the hall and as I rounded the corner to come back in the room...
"Mom?"
"Hmmm?"
"Does this mean Sean is going to be my Dad?"
"Would you like that?" looking at me over Dane's shoulder.
"Uh huh."
Perry smiled, "Me too," she said softly.
Dane did a fist pump, "YESSSS."
My eyes started watering bad, there sure is a lot of dust in the air tonight.
All through winter we bought lumber with part of my cell tower money. A bundle of two by fours here, some more truss joists there, a bundle of T&G decking every once in a while. By mid February we had most of the material and were just waiting on warmer weather to get started, planning on how to keep things covered between work times. With a little bit of luck we would have the last of the sheet goods and other bits and pieces by the time we got to the roof later this summer.
We were sitting down for a few sandwiches for lunch debating on trying to get started this weekend and figuring out what size tarps we were going to need.
"What house?" Vince asked coming up beside us.
"Ours," I told him.
"Ours?"
"Ours!" Perry responded raising her hand to show him her engagement ring and then leaned over for a quick kiss.
Vince grinned, "Well congratulations! So what are you building?"
We started off giving him the basics, setting the two shipping containers and the trusses and decking last fall. Building up supplies over the winter and then to the dilemma of when to start and having to keep it covered to keep the raw wood protected.
"How big?"
"Not very, thirty by forty and two stories, the second cut back a bit to look out over the great room."
"How bad is the floor plan?"
I had to chuckle, I had thrown him some real wild ones back when I was developing. "Pretty plain and simple. Second floor is the master suite, two bedrooms, and a bath slash laundry between them. Main floor is living room, kitchen, bathroom and small office with a big open great room."
"That doesn't sound too bad."
"Nope, just going to take us a while to put it together."
"US?" looking between me and Perry.
Perry grinned, "Evenings and weekends are the plan. We'd be living in a cracker box if we had to pay to have it built."
Vince just shook his head and we chatted a bit more about the lot we were working on for him and some changes in the next one. He got up to walk away then turned back, "So when's the big day?" he asked with a grin.
Perry softly punched my shoulder, "Soon as the house is livable. Mister old fashioned said he'd have to be able to carry me over the threshold on our wedding night."
Vince just kicked his head back laughing as he walked away.
We got back to work, abet with a few stops for quick kisses every once in a while.
Perry and I started in framing walls that weekend, laying them out on the deck and sheeting them then starting on the next one piling them up to be ready to stand them up when we had enough put together. Over the next two weeks we had most of the first floor walls done and I had talked to Vince on Wednesday about borrowing his wall jacks to stand a few of the long ones up that weekend when Perry came storming out of the porta patty.
"You son of a bitch, you couldn't wait could you?"
Perry was on a decent run so I ducked around the truck to stay ahead of her. "What? What did I do?"
"You know god damn well what you did."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I yelled back over my shoulder on my second trip around the truck amidst Vince's guys cheering her on.
Then the little minx cheated, she turned around the other way and flattened me into a pile of dirt to a round of applause. Perry landed on my waist holding my arms above my head, then sat back up and reached into her pocket pulling out a little white stick.
"You did it up good old man," then she grinned at me, "I'm pregnant."
"You're... you mean?" I glanced at the little plus sign on the stick and then back at her grinning face, "REALLY!"
Perry nodded her head still grinning.
"YAAAHHOOOOOO!" I pulled her down for a good kiss, even reaching back to squeeze her ass. She tried to pull back when the guys started whistling and cat calling but I held her tight.
"Who's got the fire hose for these two?" Vince called out. I gave him a raspberry then kissed Perry again.
Perry let me sit up so I kissed her again, "I love you," taking her jaw in my hand and kissing her again.
"I love you too... Dad."
That got more laughs from the crew.
We managed to get dusted off amongst lots of back slaps and hugs and congratulations from the guys. I was on cloud nine the rest of the day, and we took Dane and Sarah out for a nice meal and broke the news to them. Both were overjoyed and soon had half the restaurant cheering for us. I could only smile and kiss her...me... a dad... again!
Vince told me Thursday morning he would need the wall jacks Friday and would drop them off Saturday morning so we were all set, plenty of tarps and ropes to cover what we could get put up.
Saturday morning at the crack of dawn we were invaded. There was a knock on the door and I slipped my pants on to get the jacks from Vince and about fell on my ass when I opened the door. There was Vince with a big grin on his face... and about a dozen trucks pulled in behind him.
"Bout time you two get out of bed, you can't get her any more pregnant than she already is you know."
I must have had quite the look on my face from his expression.
"Go put some clothes on, grab your plans, and meet us up there." he turned back to the guys and pointed up the access road.
I scrambled back inside and started pulling my shirt on, "What's up Sean?" Perry asked with a bit of concern.
"Vince is here."
"Yeah."
"With all three crews," I said trying to button my shirt up while watching her pull the covers down to seduce me into coming back to bed.
"WHAT?!" Perry jumped out of bed making me smile at her bare ass jiggling. She pulled on a shirt and jeans not bothering with her thong or bra and we headed up the hill to the house.
We got up there as the guys were getting out compressors and uncoiling air hoses. Looking around a bit dumb founded, "What... what are you guys doing here?" I asked.
They gathered around Vince, "Well we took a vote. Now we could do all the traditional things for you guys, bachelor party, bachelorette party, bridal shower, baby shower, all that kind of stuff. Or we could do what we do best and put your shell up."
I just stood there staring at Vince, then scanned his crew all smiling at us. Perry just covered her mouth trying not to cry and backed into me.
"Well give me the plans and let's see what you have."
I held them out still a bit stunned, Vince took them grinning at us and laid them out on my pile of walls.
He looked them over and then called us to him making a few suggestions on some changes. Once he explained them they made a lot of sense and then the crews went to work. The tarps were pulled and my walls were being stood up. Vince was chalk lining things while Perry and I scrambled to get the forks on the skid steer and move the piles of lumber out from under the decking and up to the top side still a bit stunned.
Seventeen guys were peeling off lumber and laying out walls almost before I set the pile down.
Excuse me, fifteen guys and two of the best, most talented, female framers, no scratch that, framers period. That got me a grin. They were like ants at a picnic, I kept bringing lumber around and Perry ran to the store for burgers and hot dogs. It wasn't much but it was the least we could do.
By the time we broke for lunch at eleven they had all the first floor walls up and had started setting the joists for the second floor. We'd both been around build sites before, but with three crews it was going up like magic. By afternoon break the second floor joists were set and the decking on. Vince was laying out the upstairs walls and the crews were starting to assemble them.
Sally came over to us, "Where's the rest of your lumber? We're short on two by fours and several ceiling joists."
I had to gulp and look between her and Vince. "We uh, we hadn't bought any more yet."
"Oh... windows and doors?"
"Just what's downstairs. We didn't plan on getting to this stage for quite a while."
"Okay, I'll check and see what we can do."
Sally went down stairs to our 'shop' area, then called us down to explain what we had planned for the windows. Luckily our plan was fairly generic and several of the windows we had for the first floor would fit in the holes on the second. The two that we didn't have they would three quarter cut the panels letting me finish the last of the cut from the inside to pop the windows in. The holes already cut on the main floor would have to be plasticed until I got windows in them but they would be on the ground floor.
By the end of the day we were four ceiling joists short and several stub walls, but it was mainly whole. We pulled the big tarps over and thanked each and every one of them profusely. They had saved us several months of time in getting the shell up.
For as busy as the day had been we just walked the house hand in hand in awe. We had done little bits here and there for many months, and here was our house with the shell three quarter completed. We could visualize where things would go, how we would lay out the bedrooms. We could look out the windows and see the valley below.
We splurged and went to IHOP for endless pancakes to celebrate. If it hadn't been quite as chilly Perry would have spread her blanket and slept in our new bedroom that night.
We woke to a nice sunny morning, a bit earlier than our usual for a Sunday. Grinning at each other and talking about the house when we heard a big truck go roaring up the access road.
"They working on the cell tower?" Perry asked.
"On a Sunday?" I headed for my shirt and pants hearing more trucks go up the road.
I had just stepped out the door with Perry a few feet behind me and I dropped to the edge of the deck and just sat there. One of Vince's big trucks just went by with four bundles of plywood on the back. I was just starting to get some strength in my legs when one of the guys came up the road in the big high loader with the wide work platform on the forks.
I pulled Perry to me and we hugged and cried. Yes I'll admit it, we just cried a bit, then pulled ourselves together and walked hand in hand up the hill.
The tarp was being pulled off as the last few things from yesterday were being finished. The high loader was lifting a few pieces of plywood up for a temporary deck to do the roof rafters, followed by several long boards.
We came up behind Vince and I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around grinning. "Vince, I don't have the money to pay you for this lumber."
His grin never faltered, "Pay me when you can, or take it off my bill."
I didn't know what to say, neither did Perry, she just reached up and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Vince looked at me grinning, "Don't you even think about it," pointing a finger at me. I gave him a big hug anyway. Sally and Valerie yelled down 'hubba hubba.'
By early afternoon we had a mostly dried in shell. It was just a layer of felt on the roof, but it would keep most of the rain out until I could get some shingles on in a few weeks. Vince would loan me the compressor and nailer when I got to them.
We waited until Wednesday to tell Dane and Sarah about the house, with plans to stay in town Friday night and come out Saturday to show it to them. Dane wanted to go right that minute even in the dark and begged us to head right back out Friday evening when we got home.
We tortured Dane Saturday morning. We stayed in bed for a while, then took our time with breakfast and showers. He was literally dragging Perry by the hand out to the truck and pestering Sarah to hurry up and get in.
Sarah gasped a little seeing my semi trailer house for the first time, but it was my turn when we came to the top. There was our house with almost a dozen guys crawling on it and Spanish music blaring to the hills.
Dane was out the door as soon as I stopped with Sarah following and trying to control him. I just sat there and stared.
"Sean," Perry asked, "who are those guys?"
"That's José and his crew..."
"Did you..." I looked at her and shook my head. "How did they..." all I could do was shrug.
We got out of the truck slowly, walking to the house with my arm around Perry's shoulder. We made it half way when a short robust woman came at us with arms out letting loose a string of Spanish faster than any one I had ever heard before.
I was pulled down for a big hug and a kiss on each cheek, then it was open arms to Perry and the same for her as José came up behind his mother grinning.
"Mister Sean, so good to see you after all this time," sticking his had out for what I know would be a nice firm shake.
"José, how..."
He grinned never letting go of my hand, "Mister Vince told me you were getting married, to a real woman."
Perry grinned and his mother said something in Spanish and he responded. "And we can't have el bebé sleeping in the trailer now can we?"
There was another string of Spanish and she stepped back a little and held Perry's arms wide. "When are you due?" José translated.
"Late November."
José translated back and then one of the guys yelled something down from the roof and he turned to take care of it and Perry was drug off by his mother to walk the house.
I caught up with him after he took care of the problem, "José, How can you do this?"
"You no worry Mister Sean. I used all my extra grays."
I looked at him in awe. José would hang onto all his extra shingle bundles in his four main colors, piling them up until he had a healthy stash and then find a deserving family to re-roof their house. They had some color variations being from different lots, but they were good shingles.
"I should pay you something for all this. I don't know what to say."
José grinned and nodded to the ladies, "Say you won't tell them the top row and ridge caps will be black."
I couldn't speak, every word stuck in my throat. I pulled him to me with one hand and gave him the biggest hug I could. When I found my voice, "I'll say each and every one of you is invited to the wedding."
By two that afternoon we had a fully dried in shell. We walked and talked with Dane and Sarah until almost sunset. When we came back out the front we found Sarah just staring off over the valley, strangely quiet that evening taking them home.
With just a few words we decided to add one more room next to the downstairs bathroom... for when Sarah came to stay. By mutual consent, we pulled the mattress from the camper and all the blankets we had and slept in our bedroom in the new house that night.
Over the next few months we got our power connected, our bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen completed enough that after our wedding on the front lawn with all our friends in attendance I could carry Perry up the stairs and over the threshold.
The only small fly in the ointment was something that didn't happen. I invited Jackie and the kids to the wedding, but they had a ski trip planned and couldn't change the reservation. Where do you go skiing in the middle of the summer?
It was the first part of September, Dane was staying with his grandmother giving us a night alone. A night alone with Perry spread out on the blanket on the front deck in all her naked pregnant glory. My face wet with her juices as I look over her swollen belly seeing her now slightly larger tits rising and falling. I could see her grin even if she didn't raise her head, "You don't think you're done yet do you?"
I got to my knees and slipped between her spread knees, sliding in to her waiting pussy bottoming out as my belly met hers. "You getting fat woman."
Perry's head came up with a gasp and then a grin, "Fuck me before you keel over old man." She dug her heels in my ass and pulled me in even deeper. I did as told and just enjoyed my wife's tight pussy watching her tits jiggle as I did. Going in and out making her gasp and then scream to the hills in her third orgasm of the evening.
"You hormones are going to kill me..." I gasped as I rolled to her side sliding my hand across her tight belly.
We laid there a bit then Perry turned and rolled on top of me, "Well then I better do it up right." Perry settled with her belly in my chest and her tits in mine licking and sucking my cock back to life.
I tried to lift my head to her pussy but her belly held her just high enough to keep her out of reach. I blew into her spread lips making her jump, "This isn't fair."
"Mmmmmm," Perry hummed around my firming cock then sat up with a pop letting her pussy settle momentarily to my face. I got a few licks in before she hopped up with more energy than should be allowed and spun around to hover over my now aching cock. "Well maybe this will make up for it."
Perry reached down, raised me up enough to sink down and envelope me again. Perry rode me to her finish, I think I dribbled a little in her but I'm not sure as my consciousness drifted away...
I was flexing my hand to get some circulation back in it while I watched the nurse cut the umbilical cord. She brought him up to Perry to nurse. "What's his name?"
I turned my head to answer but Perry beat me to it, "Sean Michael Williams Junior."
I almost fell over on her looking her in the eye. She crooked her finger and puckered up. I leaned over to give her a kiss, totally shocked at naming him after me.
Perry grinned up at my reaction and whispered, "I still want a girl next time..."
*Thank you for reading my stories, and an additional disclaimer if you don't mind.
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It was always a great day when the two of them got to lounge about and do nothing of substance when, far in the distance, the hustle and bustle of a city in panic about the sudden appearance of a giantess made for the best background noise. As was normally the case, Emily had taken the opportunity to get as far away from the actual city center as possible, walking over to an unoccupied section of the countryside a few miles out, where there was just enough undeveloped land that she could lie down and pretend like she wasn’t big enough to be seen from orbit with a naked eye, even as just a big, furry splodge on the ground. After the little surprise she sprung on Kitty back at the park, the gigantic cat had taken it upon herself to keep giving her mate the best ride of his life, which wasn’t exactly difficult considering said mate was trapped in between a pair of breasts that, even at her immense size, looked quite large on her; and by quite large, she of course meant they were very much big enough to hang below her waist and still block her vision at the same time. Honestly, it was a wonder that she could even walk at all, but when one could transform at will into that sort of colossal, monstrously gorgeous form, the laws of physics just took one look and opted not to get involved; hence why her hands were very busy pressing against the sides of her breasts and smushing them together to ensure that Kitty, still safely inside the confines of her by-now-city-sized cleavage, could appreciate what it was like to experience literal heaven. At least initially; she had more plans for him after she got bored moving him around like that, but it was good entertainment for at least a couple of hours, enough that, when she finally fished her partner out after trying to grab him for ten minutes, the poor thing’s eyes had glazed over and he could barely put words together, being too busy drooling over what he’d just experienced.
This was good, this was exactly what she expected of him, it meant he was primed for more; or, at least, that’s what Emily liked to assumed, it was oddly hard to know what was on Kitty’s mind when he stopped talking out of arousal overdose, though given he was still hard, that had to mean he was liking where things were going, right? Honestly, she didn’t even need to do to much, just drop the guy on one of her nipples and watch as he hugged that thing like it was a skyscraper-sized body pillow, giggling like an idiot and repeating the words “big” and “more” over and over again to no one in particular. Emily enjoyed that about him; no matter how massive she became, he always liked to push her to be larger, even past the point where he could produce coherent thoughts on his own… and she was happy to oblige, but not like that; she had to pick him up again, hold him high enough that the winds knocked some sense back into him, at least enough that he could actually understand what he was looking at: his Emily, his precious kitten, letting loose her growth powers and allowing her breasts to fill so much that they practically buried her underneath their heft, leaving only her face and devious little smile to tell him that the two were only just starting. Needless to say, his reaction to this was quite… visceral. If only he could grow as much as she could, then the local geography would be a lot flatter. And a lot more flooded as well, all things considered.
Still, he couldn’t, which meant that Emily had to pick up the slack for the both of them. At their size difference, it was difficult for her to really think of anything that didn’t involve abusing said difference for all it worth; after all, she had near-perfect control over her body, so it was perfectly legitimate for her to do something such as, say, poke out her tongue, slowly lower Kitty onto it, then using a single fingertip to flatten him against it, allowing him to hold onto its rough surface as it was slowly pulled back into her mouth. There was no desire for consumption there; rather, Emily was merely going to run that tongue over the top part of her mouth while her partner was still clinging on for dear life, giving him an experience that was, if nothing else, unique; he’d been dropping hints about it for months, so why not take the opportunity to give him exactly what he wanted and even more? After a few good passes, the Kitty that was left on Emily’s tongue was not the same one that had just been there a few moments prior; this one had completely lost the ability to produce any sound other than a low, groaning moan, had blown his load a couple of times, and was so worn out that he couldn’t even beg for his partner to become even bigger for him. He was so worn out, in fact, that he deserved a nice, refreshing bath, and Emily knew exactly where and how to give him one.
As much as she’d made her tits too big for her to move anymore (even giantesses had limits after all), she hadn’t yet made them so colossal that she couldn’t reach her nipples, and given how those mounds were not only huge, but also stuffed to the brim with cream, there was really nothing stopping her from exploiting that to her heart’s content. As biology wasn’t really a concern anymore, nothing stood in the way of her gently dropping Kitty onto the very tip of her index finger yet again, turning it over, and then very slowly pressing it into one of her leaky, milk-stained buds, her whole body shivering in response once her digit breached the surface of it and plunged into the depths of her milk-makers. It was a little something for the both of them, as Emily didn’t usually play with herself in that manner; she could only hope that Kitty held on tight to her finger, because after a few seconds of slowly using it to caress and massage the interior of her nipple bud, she wasn’t really doing it slowly any longer. In fact, one might be excused for thinking that a tornado had begin to kick up around her, but no, that was just her breath, coming in short bursts as the giantess began to nearly hyperventilate once one of her most sensitive sweet spots was given the type of stimulation that it craved for. It didn’t occur to her that she might be setting herself up for disaster by the end of it, nor that giving her teats a reason to leak even harder might have some repercussions for Kitty, but that was fine, because it didn’t occur to Kitty either; his partner was so massive that all he really had to do was grab onto a tuft of fur on her finger and enjoy the ride, his nostrils filled with both the sweet smell of the oceans of milk he was so close to and the warm atmosphere of the inside of Emily’s body. It was truly a dream come true, especially once the bigger kitten had the bright idea to start going faster and now both of them were quickly headed to a climax; really, if anything, Kitty was just glad that Emily was also enjoying it, because was already spent, and anything else that happened that day was nothing short of a bonus.
As for the giant cat, her mind stopped being concerned about the little one for the five minutes it took for her to reach a peak using only her index finger and one of her breasts, after which the tiny ones below, near where her legs were, suddenly had to contend with a small flood after her nethers gushed with her femcum. It was an interesting experience, achieving orgasm without actually touching herself down there, and one that she Emily was very keen on repeating the next time she allowed herself to grow as massive as she had; in fact, it seemed to even have a knockn effect on her size in general… or at least that of her tits, because she didn’t recall them being that heavy even after she gave them a size boost to tease her partner even further. Breast growth as a result of milking herself to climax? Yes please!
She had the goofiest smile stuck on her face after this realization, and it took an almost ludicrous amount of time before she remembered why exactly it had happened, after which Emily went through a small panic before bringing her hand close to her face and carefully checking where her mate had just been holding on to, hoping that she hadn’t left him in there of all places; she breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Kitty was still present, albeit completely drenched in her cream and looking like his coat had been painted white. Relieved that her partner was safe and sound, something within Emily clicked yet again; it was as if the simple confirmation that Kitty was fine had opened the floodgates, released her from every self-imposed limitation she ever had, because clearly, if her mate could withstand that sort of punishment and come out the other end perfectly fine and probably begging for more (it being hard to hear at those distances), then surely she could afford to go a little bit more wild in her self-ministrations. After all, she was already big enough to cover a substantial portion of the countryside, and her breasts were only growing even larger by the minute now that she bothered to notice it; apparently, stimulating her own nipples like that had quite the effect on her milkiness, which had been seemingly boosted to such ridiculous levels that she could see her mounds expanding in every direction faster than she could control them. This would’ve normally been a problem, but at that moment in time, it instead presented an opportunity: if they were getting so big, then clearly she didn’t need to shrink them… she just had to make the rest of her big enough to compensate for it!
It obviously made no sense to anyone but her and Kitty, but frankly, they were the only people that mattered at that point; given that the latter was still firmly stuck to the tip of the former’s finger, Emily was content in simply carrying on with what had to be done, because it did have to be done. There was no turning back around now, no stopping in the middle of a process that could only carry inexorably onwards; she had to go through with it, had to find out what it was like to experience a growthsplosion as a result of a climax, because if there was one thing she had never tried before, it was reaching orgasm and then completely letting go of the many binds she kept on her growth powers, all while Kitty basked in the warmth and softness of her folds, drowning in her juices as she achieved greater heights than ever before. Just the thought of it alone was enough to get her to blush heavily, enough to have her body rumble menacingly as it began to pack on mass from seemingly nowhere; the arousal she felt from imagining herself at those sizes was itself serving as a means of getting there, with the giantess’ body taking up more and more space the longer she allowed herself to fantasize about it, even before she brought the hand with Kitty on it to her most sensitive areas down below. And once she did, well…
It was hard to tell just how much she grew in the one instant where her fingers first met her nethers for the first time that day, but what Emily did know was that the amount of air she displaced was so high, and done so quickly, that the ensuing shockwave managed to flatten trees for several miles around, and the moan that escaped from her lips reverberated and echoed through the air until everyone in the whole damned country could hear it, and that was just the first impact! The deeper she went, the more she allowed herself to break through the curtain of awkwardness that came with the knowledge that she was doing this in front of, well, everyone that bothered to look up from the ground, the more powerful the growth spurts became, even as her body became increasingly disproportionate, despite her best efforts to the contrary. Sure, her torso was growing outwards at an astounding rate, enough that she wouldn’t even be able to fit on her home city if it was ten times bigger a couple of times over, but even those dimensions were dwarfed by the absolutely titanic pair of breasts attached to her, big enough that her nipples were already grazing the higher levels of the atmosphere and gushing cream with such strength that it was hitting escape velocity and firing off into interstellar space. Down below, her butt had gotten in on the fun as well, with her cheeks quickly reaching a point where they could compete with her bust for size; at the very least, the sudden explosive growth was enough to pull her up from being smothered by her own bust, even if she was still completely stuck on top of a pair of asscheeks that threatened to consume everything in their path. By that point, her body had gone well and truly out of control, and not only burgeoned outwards thanks to Emily still having both hands stuck between those thickening thighs of hers, but also due to all the mass they were absorbing along the way; entire cities vanished into the pudge of her rear and legs, adding to their growing size, while out in front of her, the cat’s breasts plowed through miles and miles of terrain, taking in everything they could and feeding the resulting mass into their endless expansion. With every second that passed, Earth became less of a planet and more of a beanbag that Emily happened to be sitting upon!
Meanwhile, in the place that kickstarted it all, Kitty was going through what he could only assume was a dream; it was the only way his brain could process any of it, just carrying on believing that all of this was just some immensely complex and convoluted wet dream that would eventually end at some point in the future, because taking in the realization that the love of his life was just that massive and happily playing with herself while he barely registered as a blip on the tip of her finger was too much for him to handle. In the good way, really, but he still liked to have his wits about him so he could enjoy what was happening: from light to darkness, from the cold air outside to the warm interior of his mate’s body, all of it alternating every second or so, until he was intoxicated with her scent, enamored by the sensation of her skin and fur, passion fuelling his own arousal until he was practically in a constant state of climax himself. It was all he could ask of her, all he could expect, and if not for the fact that he knew that Emily still loved him as much as he loved her, he might’ve felt inadequate over not being able to reciprocate on the same scales that she operated at. Then again, that was probably for the best; if she could become so colossal all on her own, one wonders how enormous she’d get if the two of them could go at it like a pair of horny rabbits at those sizes!
The whole planet quaked underneath Emily, struggling to deal with her mounting size, the crust cracking radially from where her butt was sitting, said cracks becoming wider and deeper the more her thighs and cheeks absorbed everything around her. Anyone looking at her from afar would probably think the giantess had their torso detached from their real body and placed on a lower half that belonged to someone else, because her gigantic rear and impossibly soft and thick thighs and legs were of such an immense scale that they truly looked like a seat, a throne upon which she comfortably lay… and yet, she still moved with uncanny grace, as if having an ass big enough that the planet was starting to look small was no impediments to her curling her toes and bending her legs backwards in order to better reach her nethers, in order to plunge her fingers deeper into her lower lips, to make it easier and easier for her body to continue expanding in every direction. Emily’s breasts were already in orbit, though it was up in the air whether they were orbiting the Earth or things had gone the other way around, what with the milk they jettisoned forming a nice, consistent, creamy line around them that had begun to coalesce into a set of beautiful rings.
Every second were miles in every direction, then tens of miles, hundreds, and soon the whole world was encompassed by her lower body, no longer a beanbag, no longer even a comfortable place to sit on; it was too small, a puny sphere that very quickly vanished into her folds, ready to be absorbed just like so many other things before. Emily didn’t even notice until she felt her body was well and truly weightless, and even then it took her bringing a single hand between her planet-shadowing cheeks to fish out what was left of the Earth from within them. It was so tiny, so small that she could already hold it between her index finger and thumb… and this was with her main body being a fraction of the size of her assets, so one could only imagine how unbelievably huge she was. And yet, there was a whole universe out there, wasn’t there?
Why bother with Earth?
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Warning: Some mild NC and humiliation. Please Note: I do not condone child abuse or pedophilia in real life, nonconsensual stuff, whatever, this is just a fantasy! If you don't want to read about a young fox boy discovering his herm body in intimate detail, don't read! Chapter One: Bran's Change The air was balmly and warm on the bluffs by the great fjord. Fruit and berry trees had just come into blossom, and swallows winged on the breeze. It was Maying Eve in the village of the Waterfox tribe. This was the holiday reserved for the spirit of spring and growth. In ancient times, it had been reserved for mating rituals and fertility rites, so the cubs conceived in spring would be born in the winter, when their mothers had time to recover from the birthing and nurse the infants without interruption. Recently, there were more exceptions to this, as life was not so hard as it had been in ancient days. The Maying Eve rites were now more a celebration of sex and life than a necessity of reproduction and survival. Most of the high-ranking paired adults had ventured into the woods, to mate in secluded, isolated spots for the course of the next several days. In old times, all the other members of the village would have stood guard on the perimeters of their territory, vigilant so their chiefs and chieftesses could breed in safety. Now more peaceful, recent decades, the lower-ranking pairs and the single adults enjoyed their own pleasure rites. Each Maying Eve they would gather at a ruin formation they called 'the standing stones.' When the moon is in full view, they howl to greet it, and begin an orgy. Their cries of joy and pleasure can be heard far afield, and do not cease until the edge of dawn. The older, ranked cubs run wild during this time - with no supervision from the mating adults, they dare to enter the adults' lodge, sample their elders' wine and pipeweed, and also practice their own tenuous explorations of mating. The only sexually aware foxes who did not celebrate Maying Eve were the guards, who had volunteered and been selected by lottery, and very old foxes - those who no longer wished to mate, and those who no longer could. One of these abstaining elders was a five-tailed Matron called Kiri. She had gathered the village's kitlings - the little cubs under age ten -around the spicenut tree for sorting, once again. Each Maying Eve, Kiri performed the task of sorting the kits into their different sex groups. She took a satisfaction in discovering each cub's destiny, each cub's future role in the tribe. Some of the cubs called Kiri 'grandmother,' looked up to her, and came to her for advice. Other cubs liked to tease Matron Kiri and insight her fiery temper. Almost all of the more timorous cubs were afraid of her. Though old, she retained a fierce, strong sort of beauty, and even though age had weakened her somewhat, she bore a tough and commanding presence. Kiri was a true alpha fox, and she had long ago earned a place of respect in the village. All of the village kits, regardless of age or sex, were clothed in white loincloths, each bearing a single yellow stripe, to signify their rank as cubs. Most chattered, played and fought with each other, some skittered around the edges, chasing each other. Bran was not one of those cubs. He cringed in place on the outskirts of Kiri's inner circle, hoping Matron Kiri would somehow overlook him there. For the past eight years, Bran had been sorted in the Eagle group - the boys who would become braves and fathers. The sorting process was disliked by all the Eagle boys Bran knew - Matron Kiri put her hand under their loincloths and pressed her finger up against their balls - ew! A few years ago, Bran had found out what his elder had been looking for when his older neighbor, Brey, had been sorted into the other boys' group, Salmon. 'She found a hole,' Brey had whispered to him, through a fist-sized knot in the fence separating their family lodges. Bran had glanced around furitively, checking to see that all were asleep, before whispering back, "Show me." Brey hesitated. In the faint, smoldering light cast by the dying embers of the fire, young Bran put his eye to the hole, and watched Brey shyly bend over and lift his breechcloth aside. His little sack dangled down between his legs, as did his flaccid sheath. Bran didn't notice anything different from his own equipment at all, until he saw a slight movement just above Brey's balls. Just the slight protrudence of two hairless ridges of flesh, and a tiny cleft between. The 'cleft' jumped, it sort of winked. Bran gasped. His own tiny penis jerked from its sheath, and poked him hard in the belly as he bent away from the hole. It bobbed and smacked against his leg as Bran turned and fled, leaving the crouched form of Brey without a word. The sight of Brey's hole had haunted Bran ever since - thinking about it made him feel strangely excited, but it also manifested a weird feeling of dread. Thinking about it also gave Bran erections. Before, Bran had thought of his sheath as his penis, his 'wee' - but now, he knew he had a dick. His sheath was just its covering. The cub learned to masturbate his penis through his sheath, stretching the loose skin back and forth, until the small prepuce could not contain his full erection. It felt good, though Bran didn't feel any urgings toward climax yet. For the next several month, Bran would check behind his balls several times a day for 'the hole.' He always ran his fingers over a smooth surface of soft, downy fur, the pucker of his anus the only orifice present, and he would breath a sigh of relief. Bran began to watch Brey, and he noticed a change in him in the next year. They hadn't spoken much since that night on Maying Eve. He sported new piercings in his ears, and wore a string of irridescent shells around his neck. Brey's attendance at brave training waned, and Bran began to see him at the weaverwoman's house, taking classes with girls. After a few months, Brey took up with a group of older Salmon cubs, and began to hang around the boys' lodge - even though they were all still too young to enter. Through incessant questioning of his elders, Bran learned that Brey would probably become a boywife. Bran's father reluctantly explained to his son that skilled, attractive Salmon boys brought a hefty dowry, as there were many young braves who needed helpmates and scouts, but were not yet rich enough to take on a female wife and support a family. Bran wrinkled his nose. 'So he has to act like a girl? So his family can sell him?' Bran's father shrugged. 'Brey could object if he did not wish to follow that path. There are some Salmon boys who grow up to reject that grouping, and become braves and take wives of their own.' This was not a satisfactory answer for Bran. 'But will they father cubs? They'll never have their own lodge, right?' His father shook his head and clapped Bran on the shoulder. 'You shouldn't worry so much. Most boys are Eagle. You're Eagle, you're not even a Salmon, so don't worry about it.' Bran had taken solace in his father's point - he wasn't a Salmon, he didn't have to worry about been sold off as some rich brave's sex-servant. Bran made up his mind to be an Eagle boy. He was going to be a brave and a lodge father, he would never get that hole! Through the next few years, Bran lived by that assumption. He seldom worried about the possibility of 'the hole' except during Maying Eve time, and last year it had been completely absent, as Matron Kiri declared him as Eagle, once again. This morning, when the tawny-furred cub had woken, he reached down the cream colored fur of his belly, past his half-engorged member, behind his soft, nectarine-sized sack, just to check one last time to be sure. He skated his fingers against the fur, he felt a looseness of the skin. Pulse quickening in panic, Bran pressed his fingers and felt his skin part. A strange sensation sparked inside him and made his dick jump. He yanked his hand away, too scared to probe any further. Bran ran to the washbasin and straddled it, hoping to catch a glimpse of the reflection of his underside. All he saw were dark, murky waters. Bran heard that kits who avoided the sorting were caught and whipped by Matron Kiri herself! Bran had never been afraid of her before, when he was unquestionably an Eagle. Last year, he had even mouthed off to her when she reached between his legs, and taunted her when she would not chase him beyond the circle. But now, he understood why so many kits feared her. It was rumored that sometimes Matron Kiri would get really mad at a cub, and announce their group in front of the whole circle! But even a quiet whisper in your ear from Matron Kiri could change your life forever. Matron Kiri kept a tally of all the village children on a great sealskin scroll. There was no escaping her judgment. Maybe it wasn't a hole, maybe his sack was just growing backwards, Bran reasoned to himself. Kiri wouldn't put him in Salmon! Bran remembered how gentle Kiri had been when she had first sorted him, how happy he had been to hear the word 'Eagle' whispered in his ear before he even knew what it meant. Bran thought about the word 'Salmon' sourly. Eagles eat salmon, he thought. Snapping back to the present, Bran watched as Matron Kiri called out a series of five names. One of her disciples on the edge of the circle echoed the list at the top of her lungs, as did a guard stationed at the very edge of the field surrounding the spicenut tree. Only a few moments later, a group of girls entered the circle. They were about Bran's age, a few younger, and they seemed nervous, a bit embarrassed, as they entered the circle whispering to themselves. They were bare-chested and flat, save for the tallest girl. She looked awkward among the other cubs, too mature to be here - most likely this was her tenth and final sorting. Bran's eyes focused on her small, knot-sized breasts and her tender nipples, swollen with the first signs of puberty. The girl came forward and stated her name. Kiri nodded to her and motioned for her to put her leg up on a polished stone. It was called the 'sorting stone,' and it was made out of some shiny black rock Kiri had found up in the mountains. On each side, a glyph was carved for each group - Eagle, Salmon, Orca, and Bear. The girl stepped gingerly onto the stone and raised her tail to one side. She leaned forward as the matron pressed on the center of her back. Kiri's hand disappeared under the girl's skirt, paused for a moment, and whispered into the girl's ear. The girl looked down into the stone, as if she could see an image there. Then, Matron Kiri pulled her shoulder back. The girl stepped down awkwardly, and walked back to the edge of the circle. Bran knew there were two groups of girls too - Orca and Bear. While Bran knew that Orca girls were common and Bear girls were few, he wasn't sure the exact anatomical difference between the two. Matron Kiri was a Bear, Bran recalled. He had seldom payed much attention at sortings, simply playing with the others until his name was called. But Bran noticed that the group drawn around the circle was solemn and quiet. He realized he was among the very young children, at their first or second sorting, the disciples of Kiri - mostly older Bear girls and a few older Salmon boys - and all the anxious Eagle and Orca cubs, whose bodies had changed, all awaiting Elder Kiri's pronouncement. As the girls were sorted, a group of Eagle boys - some of Bran's friends - raced to the outer edge of the circle and began to catcall. They lifted their loincloths and flashed their erect penises at Matron Kiri and the girls being sorted. Bran couldn't help but giggle. 'If you don't stop showin' pink you're gonna see red!' barked the elder, and chucked a fist-sized river stone at Kard, the group's leader. It clipped him on the thigh and he yelped, then the boys skittered off. Now the girls giggled. One shyly stepped forward. Bran watched quietly as they were sorted. Kiri had a gentle manner with them, but also a very efficient one. None of these girls were Bear, and this was just a ritual, a formality. When Kiri finished with the girls, she called another group, this time mixed girls and boys. One girl came from the anxious inner circle, and as she walked towards the spicenut tree she began to cry. Bran found that watching only increased his anxiety, and yet he couldn't find the will or the nerve to go play with the others. It seemed wrong, and they might have seen him here, waiting to be sorted. How could he explain? He couldn't look away. Kiri motioned to the crying girl first. 'Kena,' she mumbled her name, walking towards the sorting stone quickly. Matron Kiri held the girl by the shoulders to stop her, bent down to whisper to her. The girl sniffed. She guided her gently to the sorting stone, still whispering to her. Kena seemed to have calmed, though tears still ran down her cheeks, as she lifted her leg up to the block. Bran wondered what Kiri was saying to her. He watched Kiri go under the girl's skirt, saw her arm pause there, and then seem to reach around to the Kena's front. Kiri smiled, though the girl began sobbing again, now harder than ever. The elder removed her hand, patted the girl on the rear, and lifted her from the stone. Kiri took the girl into an embrace, whispered something else to her, and set her back down. Kena walked back into the circle, looking down. She tried to hide her face to save some dignity, but Bran saw her face was wrinkled and flushed red. Bran quickly looked away. Kena had been sorted into Bear. He felt the tears beginning to well in the corners of his eyes, and knew he would not be able to stop himself from crying when his turn came, also. To cry like that in front of the others, to show such weakness - Bran made up his mind he would not endure such humiliation. He suddenly found the energy and the will to sprint out of the circle, to the very edge of the field. Bran dashed out of the way of a group of cubs playing tag, leaped over a gang of girls lying on a dirt patch, playing a game with painted bone discs, and scrambled into the thicket at the edge of the field. The guard watching the perimeter shouted 'Hey!' as Bran darted past, but Bran's small size allowed him to navigate quickly through the briars and leave the bulky guardfox behind. Bran curled up into a ball under a willow tree, the draping branches of newly green leaves concealing him. The yells, yips, barks and singsong rhymes of the playing cubs were still quite loud here, and Bran could still hear the calling of names. He would know when his name was called. Bran reached in between his legs, hoping that fold of skin might have just been a dream so early in the morning. It was not - his fingers found the soft, hairless skin easily, and he felt it quiver reflexively at his touch. 'Oh!' he breathed, a thrill shooting through the nerves of the area. His pink penis tip extended, and he suddenly felt the need to piss. Bran sat up and knelt, leaning against the willow trunk. He coaxed a stream of hot urine from his half-erect member by tickling underneath the piss hole. Bran took comfort in this familiar body function - he aimed at a low-hanging leaf strand and doused it with a spray of piss, enjoying the simple satisfaction of the act. As the trickle ended, Bran heard Kiri call his name. He froze. The name was repeated once, twice, by the disciple and guard. Bran crouched and hugged his knees to his chest. He didn't care if Matron Kiri did beat him - he was staying an Eagle. Bran wondered if his father really would sell him. He wondered what he would do if he found out Bran had run away from the sorting. He would probably get a beating from him, as well. The cub tried to imagine his life as a boywife, or as a brave without children, without a lodge. He knew so few examples, it was difficult. Bran knew in theory, ones sex group didn't have an effect on rank, but it seemed it was much more difficult to gain rank for the Salmon group. They were trained and raised to be help-mates, not leaders. Then and there, Bran vowed to himself he would be no help-mate. He would never be any fox's slave. If they tried to make him, he would run away! 'That's it!' Bran murmured to himself. He would just run away. Bran smoothed down his breechcloth and wiped his face. He set his jaw in resolve, and slowly crawled out of the briar patch. He was going to face his sorting, but he would never be a boywife! The guard he passed looked over and caught his gaze. 'It's not so bad, you know,' he murmured as the cub walked by, and the words seemed to catch Bran off guard. Bran felt the guard's simple words knock the wind out of his sails. Was it that obvious what he now was? Did he look different somehow? The acknowledgment of it from another fox had made it seem more real to him. The cub had to bite his lower lip and look straight ahead to force back the tears he thought he'd mastered in the bushes. He walked into the circle, past the other cubs. A few of his Eagle friends rushed by and jeered at him, but Bran's focus was on Matron Kiri, and he hardly noticed. Bran took his place in line, behind three younger cubs. He stared straight ahead, trying to clear his mind, to go someplace else mentally. When his turn came, Kiri grinned at him knowingly. 'Well, you're late,' she grunted. 'Your father teach you to come when called, pup?' Bran didn't say anything, found he couldn't find any words to answer her. He kept his head down, his gaze averted from hers, and moved towards the sorting block without prompting. He just wanted to get it over with quickly. Bran felt rough hands on his shoulders, stopping him, and Kiri's muzzle at his ear. 'Sorting is not for finding out who, but what we are. Who we are never changes.' Bran felt her hand on his back, felt the eyes of all the other cubs in the circle on him. She was pushing him up to the block. He lifted his leg and put his foot upon the shiny black stone. The stone was cold on his footpads, and he felt a draft under his loincloth. Then Bran felt Kiri's hand on his thigh, then touching his sheath and balls. Though her hands were rough, she took a gentle touch as she squeezed, checking the placement and presence of testicles. Kiri's fingers skated back to press the spot behind his balls - discovering the skin yielding, Kiri probed with one digit. Bran sucked in his breath at the contact, but was not at all prepared for what happened next! He let out a loud yelp as he felt Matron Kiri push her entire finger into his dry hole with a quick, relentless thrust. His penis gave a powerful jerk, and he felt her touch a strange spot, a spot which sent sparks of pain and pleasure down to his balls. 'Ow,' he whimpered, but Kiri was already withdrawing her digit. 'Eagle is what you were, and Salmon is what you are now. But who you are is still Bran,' she whispered to him. 'Look down at your reflection in the stone.' Bran's heart fell as he heard Kiri's words, but he did as he was told. The shiny black rock served as a mirror, and looking into Bran could see his male equipment clearly, as well as the petite, flower-like hole just behind his sack. The image of Brey's winking orifice flashed in Bran's mind once again. Then Matron Kiri pushed Bran gently from the stone. He stepped down and walked back into the circle. As he reached the edge, he noticed one of Kiri's disciples walking towards him. He braced himself, looking from the bejeweled, brightly-dressed two-tailed boyfox, and the path back to the village. It was now or never if he hoped to get away before the village was full of intoxicated, horny cubs. He ran. This is my first story - feedback is appreciated. 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Both of them had made their neighbor’s lives a living hell for the whole duration of the night, and if it weren’t for a few of them banging on the walls then the couple might not even have tried doing “the tail thing” that wrapped things up in quite literally every sense of the word. The dragon had been making allusions to it for some time already, and though the serpent was initially reluctant to use her long body for anything more than locomotion, she was willing to try it out at least once, convinced as she was that it would be the last. As it would turn out, it was; albeit not in the way Sylvia intended it to be.
Her draconic boyfriend had a thing for her tail. A very big thing for it, so much so that he constantly used it as a sort of improvised body pillow whenever he wasn’t actively lusting after her. It was partly embarrassing and partly baffling; for the snek it was just something she used to get around, so for it to have such a profound effect on her special half was… confusing, to put it mildly. Even more so was his constant desire to be tugged at and coiled between it, both actions that she maintained were far more dangerous than they would ever be arousing; but perhaps that was the whole point, seeing as dragons like him seemed to have a hard time telling harmless fun and mortal danger apart. Probably the whole “near-indestructible scales” thing they had going.
Nonetheless, Sylvia did her best to live up to expectations, even if she had no experience whatsoever in using her body the same way her ancestors might have; she’d lived her whole life with store-bought meat, making her ability to constrict anything at all spotty at best. Still, Blake seemed to like it, or at least those moans escaping from his throat appeared to be pleasurable in nature; any questions or worries the snake might’ve had were eventually made short work of after the dragon muttered the word “Harder~” right about the same time as she was getting done wrapping around his torso. At no point did it seem to register with him that she could literally snap him in half, though granted, the moment his cock moved into place, neither did Sylvia give much thought to it either; she had to fight against every instinct in her body not to focus on the draconic shaft thrusting into her, instead having to finish coiling around her mate in bed. The end result, if anyone was unfortunate enough to walk in on them, was a very flustered-looking Sylvia, hear mouth around the edge of the bed’s frame, her fangs digging two holes into it, and her body throbbing oddly rhythmically; within her coiled curves, the dragon was making short work of her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge while quickly getting there himself.
It still took the better part of ten minutes before either of them finished, and that was after the two hours or so of foreplay that had already left them sweating all over. The experience was meant to be appreciated in “quiet”: Blake muffled by his partner’s body, Sylvia biting down on something to stop herself from moaning too loudly. It worked, technically speaking, so much that even after they both crossed their lines and tumbled down the edge, not one of their neighbors complained about the noise. It made for a hell of a mess though; as soon as the snek recovered from the shock of orgasm, the first thought in her head was how much work it would be to clean up after they were both done. Eminently practical, and yet still stricken by so much residual lust that she couldn’t help but release her stranglehold on her lover; climax had forced her to clench so tightly that the poor thing could barely breathe at all, and while his face did betray how much the experience was something akin to transcendent for him, Sylvia herself had no intention of becoming a murderer that night. Much to Blake’s disappointment, she unspooled and slithered back to him, pulling them both into a tight embrace; enjoyment after-the-fact was almost as important to her as the act itself, and though the dragon would probably be ready to go after just a couple of minutes of rest, she was completely spent for the night. In actuality, so was Blake; he just liked to pretend to be a lot tougher than he actually was.
The two exchanged the customary sweet nothings, eventually devolving into meaningless not-words and then just low-key moaning when their lips met. It was the kind of thing one did before their minds shut down completely, desperate for some sort of rest after such a long beating; rest that they were both happy to fall into, their eyelids growing heavy enough to glue themselves shut and their breathing becoming heavier and more spaced out. Within a few short moments, both of them were fast asleep in one another’s arms, utterly unprepared for what was about to happen next.
Unbeknownst to them, their experiment had awoken something within the snake, either some kind of primordial power or just a massive well of untapped potential. The first signs of change manifested all around her, with her long tail beginning to fatten and thicken over the course of the first hours of sleep, easily doubling in size and then carrying on relentlessly. Her upper body in particular was especially blessed in this regard, and without much delay began to reap the benefits of her sudden surge of growth. Each breast ballooned with newfound size, first to match her head, then big enough that she could stuff the dragon’s face in her cleavage and even larger still, encompassing most of her partner’s draconic body in their warm folds and threatening to spill over the side of the bed. The springs below them creaked menacingly as they reached their weight limit, both of them just vaguely aware that something out of the ordinary was happening; the snek’s tail had already begun to slither into the rest of the house, its tip being about a dozen or so feet further away from her head than it used to be. Not that Sylvia consciously took in any of this; she was still soundly asleep, dreaming of big things to come and even bigger ones further down the horizon.
Things progressed without them knowing for some more time, at least until the mattress finally gave in. The dragon was the first to wake, for even the two colossal mounds he was buried under couldn’t muffle the sounds of the springs breaking beneath him… though they did pose a surprisingly durable obstacle for him to free himself from, and then wonder just how he’d been caught in there in the first place. Blake’s push to release himself ended with him ejecting his body from within Sylvia’s cleavage directly over the side of the bed, crashing on the ground and knocking the air out of his lungs. As soon as his eyes were done watering he took a good look upwards, and what he saw left him completely speechless.
It was Sylvia… or two parts of her at least. The snake was still sleeping on the other side of the bed, and yet those were undeniably her breasts looming over him, their swollen nipples dripping with thick cream, pouring it over him and inviting the dragon to take a large mouthful and gulp it down. Which he did, without hesitation; it was extremely sugary, excessively so, and yet urged him to keep drinking until he had his fill and then some, which is why he felt it to be completely natural when he stuffed his face onto one of his partner’s areolae, opening his mouth wide and letting her swelling teat invade it, filling it with increasing amounts of soft flesh. As for Sylvia, it would take more than that to wake her up; Blake already made a habit of playing with her tits when she was asleep, so it wouldn’t be this that broke her out of slumber. What happened next, however, was a different story altogether.
They didn’t live in a large mansion, making the amount of room for her tail rather limited once the layout was taken into consideration. Didn’t take long for her long, muscular body to snake its way around some very delicate things, one of which happened to be their flatscreen television. That thing was wide, heavy and, perhaps most importantly, not bolted to the wall in any way; thus, when a particularly strong spurt gave Sylvia’s tail a few more feet, the jolt was enough to knock it off its stand, sending the TV flying directly onto her coils, the screen itself shattering and showering her with debris. The yelp the snek let out was so loud it actually got Blake to dislodge himself from his “tap” and ask what was wrong, which was promptly followed by Sylvia herself screaming in shock.
To see her dreams come true in such a manner was simultaneously exhilarating and so far beyond her ability to understand it that she had no other recourse but to stare at it in disbelief, in the few minutes she had before the house became far too tiny to contain her growing body. Sylvia would be lying if she said she’d never wanted a larger pair of breasts or a longer tail or even a fraction of the thickness just being bestowed with, but what she was experiencing at that moment was so overblown that the snake had no real way of mentally processing it… at least not without deliberately welcoming the sensations and being subsumed by the madness of it all. Poor Blake got maybe five seconds to ask what was wrong before every ounce of wind was knocked out of his sails by an exploding wall of breastflesh, his body flattened against the wall when the nipple he was suckling on suddenly grew to several times its size and threw him backwards; not that he felt it that much, seeing as the wall itself was reduced to rubble by the snake’s still-growing body.
It felt so good to surrender herself to the inexplicable growth burst that Sylvia forgot she was supposed to worry about something so out of ordinary taking place. For her it felt perfectly natural to have her head occupy a large portion of her former room while the far end of her tail was already snaking its way over to the other side of the street, into the apartment building opposite hers. Something had clicked inside of her, and what would have once registered as mad, nonsensical and fairly dangerous was now little more than another day in the life. And if this was the case, then why should she stop there?
It stood to reason that if her natural state was to be perpetually growing, then she was very much an underachiever in that regard; why, she could barely even fill two buildings with her coils, let alone the entirety of existence! And while the rate at which she occupied more space was impressive, from a certain perspective, it was still far too slow for a proper takever of reality as she knew it. And it was that realization that led her to another, far deeper one: why was she so tiny? She alone decided how large she was, so why even bother being at that scale? Surely, if she was as powerful as she believed, then growing larger and quicker would be child’s play.
And it was.
All it took was willing it into being for things to take a turn for the better and Sylvia to appreciate her newfound status as the goddess of that world from a much better vantage point. The serpent at least made sure that her tail didn’t hurt anyone; it took some doing, and still flattened several dozen unfortunately parked cars, but it being so late at night and the city itself being more or less on health-related lockdown made it easy to avoid any injuries… though it did leave her body looking less like a snake’s tail and more like an overstretched plasticine art project with how many curves and bends it had to it. Avoiding the natural instinct to clench and squeeze every building into dust took every bit of willpower she had in her, and even then it was avoided purely because she didn’t want to hurt anyone; property damage and repayment thereof were the last thing on her mind when her torso began to rise over the skyline.
At least being outdoors gave her a good look at what was going on with her chest; ever since waking up Sylvia had felt it to be terribly tight, enough that it was somewhat painful even to her divine sensitivities. The snake could certainly see why Blake was so enamored by them; they were large enough that, even from her vantage point high up in the sky, they still reached all the way down to the ground, growing… no, filling up even more as she looked at them. Their productivity had skyrocketed to levels even she had trouble considering, enough that without anywhere else to go, her tits were forced to adapt to the sudden appearance of veritable lakes of milk inside of them; her scales were made to stretch and multiply in order to make room, leaving her with a set of mounds capable of flattening entire city blocks if she wasn’t careful with them.
And yet, it didn’t quite feel right. They were full, yes, but not so absolutely, positively stuffed that she had trouble functioning while being assaulted by how stretchedut they were, giving her something convenient to overcome in order to prove her superiority. They were big, enormous even, but she could still look over them and see something that wasn’t her breasts’ curvature. All in all, a very good start, but still woefully insufficient for what she had planned for herself… and him.
Poor girl was so enraptured by her own ascension that she almost forgot about the one person she wanted to share it with! Though it took a bit of sifting through the rubble and a fair bit of panic that he might’ve been injured by the sudden explosion of snek all around him, Sylvia found her draconic other half underneath half a couch and three walls, looking like he’d just been slapped across the back of the head from how stunned he was. He barely reacted when she carefully picked him up by the back of the neck, bringing his body over to the top of one of her colossal breasts. He was so tiny that it was difficult not to laugh at the size difference, especially when he began making passes at her; to think that even when so immensely outmatched, Blake still held onto his draconic pride like that! It was adorable, and for that, he deserved a reward.
A snake goddess like Sylvia deserved a consort of equal proportions and similar status, and to that end Blake would do wonderfully. If there was anyone she would want to spend eternity ruling existence with, it was that goof of a dragon who was now flexing to prove how he could still fulfill whatever need she might have. It was an act, and a brave one at that given how easily she could flatten him, but at least it let her know their love for one another wouldn’t be hampered by something as simple as mere size. Then again, she was still a sentient being and had needs, and if Blake was to be her equal, then he had to be her equal.
The transformation process took about as much time as hers did, though given how much bulkier the dragon was he ended up being far more destructive to everything around him. While he was busy spreading his wings and roaring loudly enough to shatter glass, Sylvia was occupied sifting through the ruins and catching anyone that might’ve been caught in the blast zone, carefully placing them in the one place she knew was safe for the time being: her cleavage. The snake didn’t really consider what was most likely to happen after Blake was done transforming into a giant, but even when the idea occurred to her she figured she had enough room in there to keep the tiny ones from being swallowed up by her god-consort’s torso-length shaft.
In the end, there could be no matching of sizes… because no size was ever stable. Much as Blake struggled to grow, and grow he did, he would never be able to keep up with his partner, who was no longer in control of her ascension to godhood either. The city had long since been reduced to rubble and its inhabitants moved to the soft, tender surface of Sylvia’s bosom, with the region around the former population center falling prey to a whole lot of smothering, but even then the dragon still fell short. Not that this impeded either of them in any way; it just meant that he could throw himself into the middle of her goddess’ breasts and enjoy the all-encompassing warmth of her cleavage while still being able to have her service his titanic shaft. If anything, the size difference had just given him exactly what he always wanted: a loving snek gal with enough coils to encircle him completely and keep him tightly wrapped for as long as he could possibly want. Of course, that much would have to happen later, after he was done appreciating the milk-stuffed mountains that continued to grow all around him; it’d be a crying shame not to give those things the love they deserved, especially after he was so rudely interrupted when playing with them before.
Besides, they had all of eternity to look forward to. Why rush things? | null | [] |
The look on her father’s face after he found the two of them entangled in lactic bliss was something worth memorializing, if only for how out of the ordinary it was for Sam to see her old man’s jaw drop as hard as it did; to say nothing of the comically timely shattering of a glass of water he was holding at the time. Poor guy just stood there, ogling his two closest family members while awash with a whole manner of thoughts he was well aware he shouldn’t be having, and without a single word, turned around and left before anything regrettable happened; some of their cousins wound up finding him taking a cold shower using the garden hose on the other side of the wrecked house, still with his clothes on and carrying a expression that mixed equal parts despair, sorrow and desperate need. Only the gods knew what was going on inside his head, because he never revealed it. Nonetheless, even her husband’s intervention didn’t stop Sam’s mom from carrying on with her feeding frenzy. Seeing as her beloved daughter was more or less bottomless and could keep her size under control, there was no real reason for her to not splurge out and have a drink the size of her own body; quite literally so, in fact. It didn’t just stop at her breasts, even when they both grew enough to pin her to the floor and kept going; the older feline kept gorging on Samantha’s cream until the rest of her began to bloat and swell, allowing her ass and thighs to widen until they rivaled what her bust had been, and quite a significant chunk of pudge to settle on her previously-thin belly. She drank to her heart’s content and then about twice as more before finally moving her head out of the way and collapsing backwards, allowing her daughter to close the flow and finally feel herself fill up again. It had only been about ten minutes, but it was enough to make her quiver in fear that she wouldn’t be feeling that delicious sense of warmth and pressure ever again. Her mom, meanwhile, was out cold, or at least just completely out of it; hands absentmindedly caressing her curves and tongue licking her surprisingly-plump lips, there was little the big cat could do that wasn’t lewd in nature. At her current size, she managed to be even bigger than Sam’s compressed self was, leading the young kitten to wonder if her mom intended to just carry herself like that wherever she went. Almost immediately after formulating that thought, she chastised herself for thinking it in the first place; of course her mom would do just that. She’d probably walk around naked all day just to flaunt her new curves. “Come on, mom, get up,” Samantha sighed, reaching out to her mother with both hands outstretched, receiving nothing but a glazed stare in return, “I’ll let you drink more later if you get back up now, c’mon.” It was hard to tell if her mom refused to move out of some pleasure-driven desire to explore her new body for a whole day and a half, or simply because she’d become too heavy to be mobile in the first place. They certainly looked the part; her tits struggled with one another for
room, managing to spill over from her chest and onto the ground despite having no sag to them, being absolutely stuffed to bursting and constantly leaking milk by themselves, even without any stimulation on their owner’s part. Sam estimated that each one could easily hold her entire body, tits and all, if she scrunched up into a ball; a surprising achievement, considering her own bosom was big enough to cover everything down to the waist and protrude a couple of feet to each side of her! In fact, the longer Sam looked, the bigger her mom seemed to get, no doubt a residual effect of the last few droplets of her milk, leaving each of her colossal milkers bigger than both of Sam’s own combined! Her mom was adoring the experience, mewling and purring in an incredibly undignified manner and leaving her daughter feeling like she was intruding on something she really shouldn’t; that, and really wanting to actually feed her mom some more. Below the waist, though it paled in comparison to what was above, her mom’s ass had officially gone past the point where it could squeeze through doors; even if it could theoretically accomplish it by the older feline moving sideways, that much was a moot point when her tits were bigger than each cheek by a very wide margin. At the very least, enough of that pudge had settled on her legs to make her bottom half look slightly proportional, if seriously lacking compared to the rest of her. Still, she was definitely bigger than most people in her family, and sure to flex that fact as soon as she possibly could. “Mom, come on…” Sam insisted again, trying ineffectually to tug at one of her arms, “we need to find dad and tell him what happened.” “D-do we?” came her mother’s first words after the semi-drunken haze, “‘Cuuuuuz, I feel like what he saw was what he’ll get, baby girl~” Gods, she hated when her mother called her that, and with that tone as well... Samantha liked it way too much and it made her feel far hotter than she had any right to. Her blush didn’t go unnoticed either, seeing as her mom decided it’d be a good idea to squirt some milk at her… or try to, at least, since she was having some trouble reaching her own nipples over the curvature of her tits. “Want me to get that for you?” Sam offered sarcastically. “I can milk myself, young lady, thank you very much!” “See, I don’t think you can. Not after what you’ve just done.”
There was a moment of shared silence between the two cats, as the sudden realization of just what Sam had walked into dawned on the both of them, her mom reacting with a wide smile and Sam herself staring ahead in terror, silently begging for it not to happen. “Well, in that case” - no, no, please no - “you’ll just need to” - anything but that - “milk me yourself, baby girl~” Goddamnit. “Goddamnit!” Sam blurted out, unable to keep her thoughts under wraps as her cheeks lit up with a bright red glow, “Stop calling me that!” “What, baby girl~?” “Grraaah!” It was impossible to keep a straight face. Her mom knew exactly which buttons to push and how to do so with maximum efficiency; ever since she was allowed the tiniest sneak peek into her daughter’s diary, the older cat had never let Sam live down the fact that, of all things she desired to be called, “baby girl” was the one on top of the Best 15 list. Sam couldn’t even force herself to properly put an end to it; both of them knew that if she truly wanted it to end, she’d just ask for it. And yet every protestation came with a hint of satisfaction, fueled by her mother’s innate ability to turn anything she said into the most alluring sentence you heard in the past five minutes. No wonder her and her husband had such an active sex life; the poor bastard had to live with that feline succubus every day of his life! “I’m not milking you,” Sam declared, literally putting her foot down. “Yes you are,” came her mother’s reply, delivered with such certainty that it genuinely shook Samantha’s confidence in her own words. “No, I’m not,” Sam still insisted, looking away from the far too alluring sight of her mom’s new set of tits. Instead of another comeback, the older cat decided to take a more proactive approach... and shook her chest around once. For most people, this would be an innocuous gesture. For those of a more endowed nature, it’d probably generate some wobbling, jiggling or bouncing, maybe even a bit of a slosh if their bodies were naturally productive. But for someone like Sam’s mom, whose body had burgeoned to the point where it was simply too big to move normally, simply
waving her immobilized torso from one side to the other generated such an incomprehensibly loud series of churning noises and sloshing waves that people on the other side of the property heard it, wondering if somehow one of the containment tankers had broken. For Samantha, who happened to be right at ground zero when it happened, the sounds were so loud that her ears reflexively flattened against her skull, even as her flushed cheeks surpassed the brightness of the sun and her legs quivered so much she had to hold onto the large ladder trolley just to stay upright. Without realizing it, her free hand had moved between her legs and she began drooling, wondering what her own mother’s cream tasted like. She wanted to gorge herself, drink until she burst free from the confines of her compressor; this wasn’t helped by how the pressure crash kept on sloshing long after the milktanks themselves had grown still. They were clearly fuller than they appeared (if such a thing were even possible), with the sheer amount of milky goodness inside being enough to mimic an ocean’s current at full force. Such a simple gesture, and the experience lasted for a full minute before the noises subsided, leaving the two of them in an awkward silence from which Samantha had no desire to escape, knowing just would have to happen next. “So, are you gonna milk me, or am I gonna have to shake my titties again~?” her mother giggled, anchoring one hand on the ground next to her and causing Sam’s panic to rocket. “No, no! I’ll do it, please, just,” the younger kitten blurted out, flustered as could be, “just don’t, ok?!” Her mom’s smile was too smug for her own good, but there was nothing Samantha herself could do; the older feline didn’t so much have a trump card as an entire deck consisting of nothing but aces, and had both the skill, willpower and the complete and utter lack of shame to use them all. She didn’t make getting up any easy either; whether it be because of her new weight or because the cocksure kitten was deliberately making it as hard as possible to be lifted upwards; it took the both of them at least ten minutes before Sam’s mom was back on her two feet and underboob, it being impossible for the feline to move anywhere without dragging her stuffed udders around, leaving a conveniently easy-to-follow trail while doing so. The powerful legs she’d developed were able to keep her moving, though her asscheeks were (in)conveniently clapping loud enough to be a distraction for poor Sam, as she walked her mom over to where the suction cups that had been attached to her own monstrous mammaries were, still lying on the ground where they’d been abandoned. In the back of her head, Samantha was well aware that she was just buying time. Those milking machines were probably custom-built, or at least modified enough to deal with her size pre-compression; a size that far outstripped her mother’s own. At her peak, each of her nipples
were bigger than her mom’s tits, so it was extremely unlikely they’d be able to use the machinery to deal with the kitty’s filling issue. Her mom knew that just the same, as it seemed, sporting a shit-eating grin of spectacular proportions and even humming a little tune under her breath, looking at her daughter intently, waiting for the exact moment she came to the understanding that her fate was inevitable. To her credit, Sam at least tried. Pretending like it was a genuine effort, she did her best to move the suction cups over to her mom’s tits, only to find them too big to effectively use; there was no way they’d get a proper seal, and it only served to highlight how enormous she herself had become. It was a weird cross between arousing and exasperating, as on one hand it made her understand what her new reality was, and in the other… “You know what’s gonna have to happen, don’t you?” her mother teased, moving herself to one of the milking contraptions. It was big enough that even her bust could fit on the top, which she immediately abused to her advantage by hefting it onto the metallic pump and slamming those milkers down until the whole thing creaked and bent, just enough for them to be on eye-level with her daughter, “Get to milking~” Sam knew it, her mom knew it, the whole goddamn property probably knew it from how loud those tits were churning, but it was still too much for the younger kitten to handle; hell, she could feel her own bust experiencing a growth spurt just from the amount of unwholesome thoughts going through her head. Still, those tits weren’t going anywhere, and from how much they were leaking, they’d probably just turn into an increasingly bigger problem the longer they were allowed to remain as they were. So, and as much as she kept telling herself that it pained her and totally wasn’t so unbelievably arousing that she’d need a change of underwear afterwards, Sam walked forward and placed both hands on her mother’s breasts for a simple touch. The result was instant, with the older cat letting loose a yelp that was loud enough to embarrass even her, unbelievably enough. She brought both hands to her mouth and looked terribly awkward for a moment, only to let her expression melt into the same kind of alluring, sultry “come hither” look she loved to sport whenever she could. It was nonetheless proof positive that Samantha had some power over her; if a simple touch would yield that much of a reaction, what would a full milking do? Her own face broke into a devious grin the moment she thought of that. It was time for some payback.
Simply milking her mom like the cow she was wouldn’t be enough; no, she had to savor the experience and really loosen the older feline up, make her want to be drained, make her beg for it, have her understand what it was truly like to burn with a need one couldn’t even begin to control. To that end, she approached one of the swollen nipples and gently brought her tongue as close as it could get… before flicking the leaking nub and making it gush hard enough that she was left sputtering after the sudden blast of cream. Her mom reacted exactly how Sam expected her to: arching her back, sinking her fingers into her tits, and calling out for Samantha’s name in the most obscene tone imaginable. Under any other circumstance, it would’ve been mortifying for the kitten to hear and see such a thing, but after everything that happened in the past week, it just felt natural. This was her life now, and by the gods she adored it. The teasing continued for long enough that her mom began to pant heavily, hands permanently locked onto her breastflesh and her body kept upright purely by virtue of those milktanks being set on top of the metallic pump; her legs had long since given out, leaving the older cat unable to do anything to force her daughter to actually drain her down and give her the experience she desired. Sam, meanwhile, was enjoying every second of it, delighting in “torturing” her slut of a mother in such a manner. She’d progressed from merely teasing at the nips to massaging the swollen udders, sinking her own fingers into them and letting them gush out gallons of milk with each squeeze. It was impressive how productive they were; impressive enough that Samantha wanted to see just what their capacity was… and there was no better way to do so than by stress testing. The milking itself started at a regular pace, enough to keep her mom on edge without yielding any major results. Push, pull, push, pull; the same rhythm, repeated countless times, until the intermittent gushing became a constant stream pouring down the sides of the pump and onto the grass below. Sam would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying the sounds her mom was making; that purring must be the same kind her dad heard whenever he gained the “upper hand” in their relationship, so to speak, and the pitiful mewling was truly something to behold. The older feline was completely under her control, but as the draining continued, it rapidly became obvious that the milking itself really, really wasn’t. Samantha should’ve guessed something like that would happen, what with her own milk being as powerful as it seemed to be, but it still came as a surprise when her mother’s tits began to grow in front of her. The kitten was sure that draining her down would have reduced their size, and yet the more she pushed them, the more production she coaxed out of them... the harder they seemed to bloat. More worrying still was the fact that, after a while, her intervention was completely unnecessary; even after she stepped back and stopped doing anything, those gigantic
milktanks just kept on swelling, the flow of milk growing stronger with each passing second until they were practically two firehoses on full blast, painting the grass white and heralding the rise of yet another massive hyper in the family. Samantha knew that this was something that, by all means, she should stop. Her mom had already grown big enough that the milking machine had nearly bent in half, and before long, it just buckled and collapsed completely, with the older cat’s breasts falling on the ground, only causing them to bloat even faster. And yet, a not-insignificant part of her really, really wanted to see how far she could take it. Her mom’s breasts were quickly approaching a size that would make her permanently immobile, and yet the growthslut was begging for her baby girl to make her grow even bigger. The sloshing was obscenely loud, the churning betraying how hyperactive her milk glands were. From all over the property, their family was rushing towards their location, fearing the worst had happened. But they were wrong. As Samantha thought when she moved forward and stretched her hands towards her mother’s bosom, the worst was yet to come. | null | [] |
"Hey Vic."
I looked up as Carol approached my desk. She was frowning as she looked over the papers in her hand.
"What's up?"
"I was doing some research on these latest donations. They keep getting larger and I thought that was odd since we're in a recession. So when I started digging, I noticed the last five donations were in different names, but they all pretty much came from the same parent company."
I glanced at the papers in her hand, my heart racing. How had she uncovered that? She wasn't supposed to be able to trace them all back to Tae and her Grandfather.
"Really? That's odd."
"Yeah, right? I'm just worried we're gonna get audited if someone at the IRS notices this."
I took the papers from her, pretending to look them over.
"I'll look into it."
"I don't mind doing a little more digging if—"
"No, it's okay. Let me take care of it," I smiled. "It's my job. I don't do much around here anyway."
She chuckled, glancing at the papers in my hand in an unsettled way, but then turning to leave.
"Thanks Carol," I called after her.
"No problem."
*
I wanted to speak with Tae about this latest development, but she was busy opening a new nightclub...and it slipped my mind. I had other things I was working on, Carol didn't mention it again...I assumed it was over. So, when I was summoned to Tae's office one afternoon, weeks later, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I walked in, a smile on my face, until I saw her Grandfather standing near a window. The look on their faces made me nervous.
"What?" I dove in.
"Lawyers called. Our contact at the FBI mentioned that we're being investigated for fraud."
That was Tae...and my heart started to pound, hard.
"Uh...what?"
Her grandfather turned to face me fully.
"Someone from *your* office contacted a 'friend' at the FBI asking about numerous increasingly large donations that she traced back to the same source. That started the inquiry."
I closed my eyes, swearing under my breath.
"Fuck. I thought she let it go."
Tae raised a brow. Her face was completely calm, but I could see the surprise in her eyes. "Babe, what the fuck? *Who*?"
"Carol. My Assistant Superintendant. She noticed a problem with the donations a few weeks ago. I was going to talk to you about it, but—"
A second later the breath was forced from me as Don Carlos slammed me against a wall, his very strong hand curled around my throat, squeezing.
"You fucking stupid *puta*, you knew about this and did nothing?"
The sound of a gun cocking echoed loudly in the suddenly deadly silent office. I turned toward the sound, shocked that Tae would pull a gun on me...even more shocked when I saw whose head it was pressed against.
"Con respecto, Abuelo*, take your hands off her."
The three of us were frozen, taking each other in for a long moment, until Don Carlos removed his hand. My breath returned as I gasped and Tae slowly lowered the gun. He turned to stare at Tae.
"You pull a gun on *me*?"
He whispered harshly, his voice reflecting shock, anger...and hurt.
"Perdóname*, Don Carlos," Tae answered softly...carefully. "Please let me take care of this."
He stared at her for another moment, swallowing angrily, before he turned and left the office, closing the door behind him. I watched Tae release a breath I hadn't realized she was holding. This was *not* good. We were in trouble. *I* was in trouble.
"Tell me what happened," she demanded quietly.
I did, quickly, anxiously, trying not to react as she watched me stoically. When I was done, she just stood, watching me for a moment, before she ran her hand through her short, soft curls. I noticed her hand was shaking a little and felt my stomach pitch.
"Babe, you know we have to kill her, right?"
My eyes must have reflected that I knew no such thing.
"I'll talk to her—"
"The damage is done. They will come after her. They will pressure her to get them proof. Documents, banking records...shit she has access to. She has to go."
I shook my head...but a part of me knew this would happen eventually, didn't I? Wasn't it inevitable, given the life we led, the crimes I took part in, that I would have to kill someone I knew, someone who was trying to do the right thing...an innocent?
"Tae, she had no idea," I argued desperately. "I wasn't allowed to tell her or she would never have said anything. She didn't mean—"
Tae was just watching me...and I knew I wasn't going to persuade her to change her mind. I wasn't sure if I could...or *should*. Not if I wanted to protect her grandfather...or her. I sat down heavily on one of the leather sofas, my entire body trembling.
"Tae...we can't," I whispered.
She didn't respond...and I knew. I just knew.
*
I thought I had time. Time to think of a solution to this problem. I spoke with Carol the next day...she really had just reached out to a friend who was a researcher at the FBI. It was all innocent. She had no idea they would launch an investigation. She was just trying to protect us...to protect *me*. My head was swimming with possible ideas as I assured her it was not a problem, that I understood...but part of me knew I was talking to a dead woman unless I could think of a solution, and fast.
Two days later, Carol didn't show up for work. No call and no answer when I phoned her.
*
"You didn't even give me a chance to fix this!"
I was hysterical, tears staining my cheeks as I continued to rant and rave at Tae. She was standing in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling length windows in our bedroom, staring out into dark nothingness.
"Tae? What did you do? Did you give her money to run? Please..."
I was begging now...but I knew. I *knew*. I would never see Carol again...and another piece of me died inside.
Tae didn't answer. I just watched as she raised a hand to pull on the joint she'd lit earlier. I'd forgotten she even had it.
"Tae, please..."
She turned to me, but didn't say a word, those stormy grey eyes I loved so much cold...dead.
I dropped down on the bed heavily, trying not to fall apart. This was my fault. I'd had a chance to fix this and I'd done nothing. And now Carol was dead. I thought about her mother who was elderly and infirmed, living in some shitty nursing home. Carol had complained about it all the time. She was an only child, and she'd been paying for part of the cost of that place...I needed to find out where her mother was so I could have her moved to a better facility. I would have to figure out a way to pay the bill anonymously. And although I wanted to, I knew I could not visit her or the FBI would link me to Carol's disappearance. The fact that this woman would now die alone, without her daughter by her side, sickened me. The entire situation sickened me.
"I need to go."
Tae's voice, no emotion in it, as if this was a normal day. I closed my eyes, swallowing down the anger, trying to accept that this was *my* fuck up, not hers. I'd given her no option, right? God.
"You gonna be okay?"
I was laying down, my arm over my eyes, my body trembling with...the horror of what I'd done. Was I going to be okay? No. Probably not.
"Sure," I spit out.
I needed to get out of here. Go and hide for a few days, maybe weeks...I needed to get my head back on straight.
As if she knew what I was thinking, Tae stopped when she was standing near me, and I heard the tension in her voice.
"You can't run, Vic. Do you hear me? My Grandfather..." She shook her head. "You run right now and he *will* send men to kill you."
I removed my arm and sat up a little, staring at her. She was not joking.
"What?"
"You heard me. You run, you're dead. You have to deal with this. This investigation could take us all down. You have to deal with this, ride it out."
She was serious. Oh my God...
"Tae...you would let him do that?" I asked softly.
"Babe, I can't watch you 24/7. Jari can't either. He has access to every part of our lives, including this fucking apartment, your job, where you go to school. Our security company is *his* security company. You getting the picture? He's watching us. I pointed a fucking gun at his head. He's pissed and he's worried...he *will* kill you. And then Miguel will happily kill me. Do you understand? Do. Not. Run. Do not freak out like you usually do. You have to stay and deal with this."
I swallowed, remembering that Don Carlos' former second-in-command, Miguel Cruz, was always waiting in the wings to remove Tae from the picture. He only needed one excuse...one chance. Jesus, what had I done?
I swallowed. "I won't run," I promised.
She closed her eyes for a moment and I realized just how worried she'd been. I watched her stiff form as she moved around the room, preparing to leave.
"Was it quick?" I asked softly.
She turned to me, her expression softening a little.
"Babe, I know she was your friend. I did it myself. She never knew what happened."
And that should have comforted me...except I realized *she* now had more blood on her hands because of me. I closed my eyes, nodding to reassure her that I was fine. That I could do this.
But I had to admit a part of me, a huge part, was wondering how far I could run before they caught up with me. Benjamin would help me. And I was pretty sure he wouldn't sell me out to Marcos. And Jari...well, I wasn't sure about her...
Before she left, she pulled me up from the bed, lifting my chin with a strong, warm finger, her grey eyes intense as they stared down at me.
"Vic, do *not* run. I'm serious."
She knew me. She knew my instinct would be to flee. She was letting me know, in every way possible, if I ran she might not be able to help me this time. If I ran, I was signing my own death certificate. And maybe hers. Or, even worse, he might send *her* after me, to kill me, to prove her loyalty to him. I could not run, I could not run, I could not run...
As soon as the front door closed behind her, I knew I was going to run.
*
I wasn't surprised when Jari called. I knew she'd run. I fucking *knew* it.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I swallowed the rest of the whiskey in my glass...and then threw the glass across the office. The sound of it shattering, the ding it left in the wall...none of it helped.
I couldn't believe I'd pulled a gun on him. It had been instinctual. I would always protect her, I couldn't seem to help it. She'd brought that out in me from the moment I first met her and had to save her from that fucking idiot boyfriend. The need to protect her, comfort her...rescue her...love her. I sighed. I'd said once before she'd be the death of me...seems I'd been right. She'd just killed us both if I didn't move quickly, before my grandfather figured out she was gone.
Fuck.
*
Benjamin hadn't helped. He said he wasn't touching this with a 10-foot pole. When I begged, when I pleaded, he said if he helped, if he knew where I'd gone, they would *make* him talk. He would have to sell me out to Marcos. And so I ended the call so he didn't have to make that choice.
Jari had been trickier. Believe it or not, I gave her the slip at one of my study sessions. A fellow student with a wonderfully handy fire escape. My friend stashed my bag on the fire escape before our session began and when Jari went to the bathroom...I just took off. I changed cabs three times before arriving at a bus station in Queens (it wouldn't have made sense to leave from Manhattan). Why the bus? They didn't insist on the use of credit cards. Probably the only mode of transportation left where I could pay cash and they didn't ask for ID. I caught the first bus leaving New York...heading to Florida.
From Florida, I took another bus to a tiny little town in Texas where I met with a friend of Ben's (the only help he was willing to provide). His friend provided me with a driver's license, birth certificate and social security card, all in a different name. And so it was under that name that I bought a plane ticket to Puerto Rico and found my way to a tiny little town called Aguadilla.
I had money. Benjamin had shown me a few tricks of the trade, helping me hide money from my wife...from Don Carlos. But I didn't live in luxury. I rented a small one-bedroom in a relatively run down part of town. The best part of the place? It was a five minute walk to the beach. The apartment had the oddest windows. They were layers of slatted glass...my neighbor, the only one that spoke English, explained to me it was the best type of window for hurricanes. It just so happened I arrived in June...the rainy season...also hurricane season. I was more concerned that the windows didn't allow for an air conditioner. And Puerto Rico was not only hot, it was humid. Like I could probably reach out, grab part of the air, and wring it out, humid.
After finding a place to live (and I was happy to find the apartment considering the motel where I'd been staying had a serious cockroach problem), I bought cheap clothes from the local stores. Shorts, tees, a few bathing suits. I had to furnish the apartment, including the appliances, so I bought almost everything from Sears (one of the only stores willing to deliver to the tiny town). And finally, I bought a used car. This was an absolute necessity considering the closest, decent grocery store was about 30 minutes away by car. The car turned out to be a real lemon and I spent more money fixing it, with its shitty breaks, rusty radiator and temperamental cooling system, than I'd paid to buy it.
So, about a month after I'd fled, I had an apartment, a car (for what it was worth), and a job. My job? Walmart. They were always looking to hire. And because Aguadilla was a town made somewhat popular for surfing, they were desperate to hire someone who spoke English so I could deal with the tourists.
And that was my life. Going to work like a regular person, watching boring, uninteresting television (I had splurged on the cable package so I could have every channel), learning the language...and trying to keep a low profile. I had no idea how long I would stay here. It couldn't be forever. Who knew if Benjamin had already sold me out or not? But I would probably be okay for another month or so...and then I would go back to the States and figure out my next move. It couldn't be North Carolina or New Mexico. I'd always wanted to visit Vermont or Maine...maybe I would give the most northeastern tip of the country a try? Or Seattle...Seattle seemed like a nice place to live. Or I could relocate to Canada. That was an option also...
These thoughts were in the back of my mind every minute of every day. During my first shower, when I washed away the sweat that covered my body from the hot evening's tossing and turning, during my modest breakfast (if I wasn't running late for work), during my thirty minute lunch break, after my evening shower, when I was sitting on the beach, as I did almost every evening it didn't rain, during dinner, during my final shower of the day...
Those thoughts...and Tae. Tae...Tae...Tae. God I missed her. I didn't think I would. I was so sick of that life, so sick of her...and when she admitted she killed Carol, I thought something had died inside of me. Something I would never get back. And I think something *did* die...but it wasn't my love for her. I don't think I would ever be free of that...
It was my illusion.
My illusion that I was a good person. My illusion that the world was, ultimately, just and fair. My illusion that good people, innocent people, were protected from horror. My illusion that I could remain Victoria Longman in the world I'd found myself living it.
My illusion. All of it. A huge, gaping hole had been torn in it...and I would never be able to repair it. It had been happening slowly...but Carol's death had been the final straw. I could no longer just pretend. I could no longer shower, brush my teeth, eat my meals, go to work, finish up my degree...I could no longer live with the pretense that everything was fine.
And so I found myself having to shit or get off the pot. And I hadn't been willing, or able, to decide...and so I'd run. As fast and as far as I could get. And with Tae's resources, I could get pretty far. It's just...there was a part of me that didn't want to be too far away from her. A part of me that needed to be within a reasonable distance...whatever that might be. And there was also a part of me, buried deep (or maybe not that deep), that was waiting for Tae to come find me. Before her Grandfather's men, before Ben sold me out to Marcos...Tae had always rescued me...protected me...had always set me on the right path. I was hoping she would do it again...I *needed* her to do it again. If she didn't save me...I didn't know what would happen this time.
And I didn't spend any time considering she might not *want* to save me. Or worrying that she might not be able to...
Or at least I pretended not to spend any time thinking about either of those realities.
*
The hardest part of living in Aguadilla? Not being able to speak the language. Some people, most people, could muddle through a few English words. But to have a full conversation with a person? Not really possible. I was the only person who spoke English at my job. And while I had some opportunities to speak with tourists (I was told the rainy season wasn't ideal for tourists, it would be better in September...but I expected to be gone by then), I didn't really have anyone to talk to on a regular basis. It was lonely. I'd bought two prepaid phones in the Florida airport. I'd used one right away to let Ben and Jari know I was alive. I'd left that phone in a trashcan at the airport in Texas. The second phone? Well...I used it to text Tae of course. Stupid? Yes. But after four weeks on the run...I couldn't help myself. I knew she was worried, I knew she was looking for me (or maybe I just hoped)...and I was missing her terribly. So I gave in and texted the following: *I love you. I'm sorry.*
I wasn't really expecting an answer...it was more like I was hoping for one. And I probably should have destroyed the phone before she was able to answer. But about 15 minutes later, she responded...
*Where are you?*
When I didn't respond, she texted...
*Contract out on you. Ben dead. Need to bring you home safe.*
Again I didn't respond, although I felt my heart break just a little more at the thought that I'd cost Ben his life. Then finally...
*Keep moving. Low profile. Text when ready to come home.*
I removed the battery and tossed the phone into the ocean.
*
I cried for days after receiving those texts. For Benjamin...for Carol...even for Dylan. For every bad decision I'd ever made. For every life I'd ruined. Including Tae's. If it hadn't been for that snow storm, if it hadn't been for her rescuing me that very first time...she'd still be a law-abiding citizen living in Pennsylvania. Her life would not have taken a 180-degree turn in the wrong direction. Meeting me had altered her path. I would go so far as to say that it had sent her down the *wrong* path, although she would not agree. But all of it, all the changes (good and bad), all the chaos, the crime...all the death...it was all because of me.
God, what was wrong with me?
A week later, I began making plans to leave. I didn't care about breaking the lease. And I planned to leave all of the appliances behind, so that would be some compensation. I still had no idea what part of the States I would try out this time around...and there was a part of me that wondered if the Caribbean, or some part of South America, wasn't a better idea. I did know, like Tae has suggested, I needed to keep moving. It felt like I'd already been in one place too long...
I was on my laptop one evening, continuing to research Seattle. I think I was leaning toward this city more than any other. I liked the look of it...I liked what I read about the culture. And it was about as far away as I could get from New York without moving to another country...
These were the thoughts I was having when I heard the sound of someone climbing the stairs to my second floor apartment. I lived in a type of duplex. One apartment on the main floor, one apartment on the second floor...*my* apartment. I hadn't ordered any food (ordering take out was a headache when you didn't speak the language)...so no one should have been making their way up to my apartment. It could have been my downstairs neighbors. Perhaps there was an emergency...
I didn't risk it. I ran for the closet where I kept my go-bag and was running toward my bedroom, toward the terrace that led to freedom, when I heard the front door crash open, when I heard the sound of bullets slamming into sheet rock, wood, and metal...a piercing hot pain sliced into my side as I vaulted over the terrace's railing, landing on the soft ground a story below. I kept going, ignoring the sharp pain I felt in my side and in my left ankle. I kept running, thinking of the path I'd mapped out when I first arrived, hoping the thick, green bushes would hide me as the bullets followed. I felt no other sharp pains as I continued to flee, hopping over fences, scurrying through yards filled with flowers and toys...avoiding the yards I knew had dogs.
I was out of breath and feeling a little dizzy when I finally reached the second used car I'd bought. An old Honda that I'd stashed some distance from my apartment...just in case. I'd stopped by every few days to make sure the car hadn't been stolen and the engine would start. I was thankful for my diligence as I located the key in the small, magnetic lock box I'd put in the tailpipe. I entered the numerical combination quickly, removed the key, tossed my bag inside, said a prayer of thanks when the car started, and sped off into the night.
*
I managed to make it to a tiny little motel I'd located weeks ago, about two hours from Aguadilla and much closer to the San Juan airport. There was also an airport in Aguadilla, but I wouldn't risk staying in that small town. A black woman who didn't speak Spanish? For the right price, how hard would I be to find?
I kept trying to figure out how they'd found me? The text to Tae?
No. She would die before she sold me out...right?
So it was something else stupid I'd done. Maybe Florida? Or Texas? Maybe Benjamin had given them the name of the contact I'd met and they'd finally figured out my new name? Maybe they had tracked me to Aguadilla, where I'd rented an apartment and had furniture delivered under that name?
I wasn't sure. Couldn't be sure. Although if they had my new name, flying under that name would be a huge mistake. Not that I had an option...at least until I got back to the States...
And I knew all of these were important considerations...but more important was the fact that I'd had to limp all the way to the motel room, my ankle now twice its normal size...and the entire left side of my body was covered in blood.
*
I took a shower. Mostly to wash away the blood so I could get a better look at the problem. A hole, a small one, in the fleshy part right above my hip bone. It was bleeding...sluggishly. Even after I pressed a towel to it for over an hour, ignoring the hot, shooting pain...it was still bleeding. I knew this could not be good. When I twisted and turned to see if there was an exit wound...there wasn't one. Even worse. And my head was swimming from the pain, now that the adrenaline was wearing off.
I'd been shot. And the bullet was still in me. And I couldn't go to a hospital. And I didn't know anyone in Puerto Rico or speak Spanish.
I was in trouble.
Serious trouble.
And not knowing if I was making a huge mistake, not knowing if her phone had been compromised, not know if she was still interested in helping, I dug the pre-paid phone out of my go-bag and texted Tae.
*Help. Shot. Bullet still in. Still bleeding.*
I typed in the name of the motel and "PR"...and then passed out on the bed, a part of me hoping she would understand where I was and praying I had managed to press "send" before passing out.
*
"She's coming around."
I heard the voice from a distance...I didn't recognize it. A male voice, deep, a thick Spanish accent...nope, I didn't know it. But he spoke English, so that was good, right?
I slowly forced my eyes open...I wasn't in the motel anymore. It looked like a bedroom, even though there was an IV drip attached to my arm. There was a picture of Jesus and the Virgin Mary on one wall, a floral bedspread, a dresser with chipped paint, a chair beside the bed...that was occupied by a man. A woman was there also, an older woman who was examining the wound above my hip and changing the bandage. I winced when she dabbed some type of ointment on it before securing the gauze with medical tape. She said something to the man in Spanish and then left the room.
I turned my head to look at him...he wasn't tall or short. He was slim, but muscular. He had a thick mustache, kind, brown eyes, thick, rich, black hair...he was relatively attractive, although I'm not sure how or why that mattered.
"Do you prefer Vic, Vicky or Victoria?" He asked with a bit of sarcasm.
I just stared at him, not answering. Was he friend or foe? I had no idea.
"You're at my sister's house in San Juan. She's a nurse. We had a flight waiting to take you from the island, but you were too sick. The wound was infected by the time we found you. Do you know there are 14 motels with that same name in Puerto Rico? It took us two days to find you. It was probably a miracle you were still alive."
I still didn't respond, although my aches and pains agreed it *was* a miracle he'd found me alive. I took a moment to process the information he'd shared. So *someone* had received my text. How else would he have known how to find me? But...was this person with Don Carlos? Marcos? Tae? I still wasn't sure...And who was "we"?
"She awake? About fucking time."
I turned at the sound of that voice, a familiar voice, although not the voice I'd been hoping to hear. I regretted turning my head so quickly as nausea swam up and almost overtook me. Still, it was worth taking in that curvy, compact Puerto Rican body, the dark eyes and the smirk on her full lips. Jari.
"You fucking idiot. She told you *not* to run."
Jari. Which meant they were with Tae. I sighed...and tumbled back into unconsciousness.
*
I felt better when I woke some time later. The curtains in the room were drawn so I had no idea what time of day it was...or *what* day it was. No clue how long I'd been here. But clearly the fever was under control. I felt loopy, so the woman had me on some type of pain meds that dulled the ache in my side and my throbbing ankle. Jesus Christ, had I really been shot? I was still wondering how they'd found me. I thought I'd been careful. God, hadn't I had this discussion with myself numerous times before? I was always making a mistake, always one step behind the people after me...
"How do you feel?"
I turned my head much more slowly, given the nausea last time, to find Jari watching me with those familiar, dark eyes.
"Better. Where's Tae?" Neither of us was surprised that was my first question.
"Prison."
That forced me to shake the haziness from my head and stare at the woman beside me.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?"
"They arrested her and Don Carlos about a week after you ran."
A week after...so who?...I glanced at Jari and she smiled slowly. *She'd* been the one texting me, not Tae. Well, that would explain the odd tone I'd detected in the texts. I closed my eyes for a moment. That meant Tae and her Grandfather had been in prison for about a month. Fantastic.
"What did they charge them with?"
"Fraud."
"Federal charges?" I asked, my heart squeezing just a bit. Federal charges would be worse...
"Not yet, but the FBI seems interested..."
I closed my eyes, this was *not* happening.
"But the D.A. seems more interested in getting their key witness back on board for the case against Marcos," Jari filled in.
That news gave me both hope...and depressed the hell out of me. Of course they would be more interested in RICO and homicide charges. But, I didn't want to join that circus again. WitSec? Being hunted more enthusiastically by Marcos' people again? I sighed...didn't sound like I had a choice.
"What'd Tae say?"
"She told me to stay the fuck out of it."
I nodded slowly, of course that's what she'd say. Always wanting to protect me. That was my wife. As if I would leave her, or her Grandfather, sitting in prison. Didn't matter if he hated me, I couldn't leave them there.
"How long before we can leave here?"
Jari smiled again, "I'll ask Nurse Ratched."
*
It didn't take us long to vacate the small house in a neighborhood that looked very much like the one I'd been living in for the last month or so. And as I felt the small, private plane taxi and then lift off, I had both a sense of dread...and anticipation. Dread because I knew this was another beginning to the nightmare I'd been dealing with forever. Anticipation...because I'd missed Tae. No matter what I'd been feeling, no matter my instinct to run...I'd missed my wife. Missed her terribly. Even if she was pissed with me, I wanted to see her, wanted to feel her against me, wanted those delicious lips pressed hungrily against mine...yup, I'd really missed my wife.
And for once...for once, I would be the one rescuing *her*. Just the thought of it felt really good.
*
They'd released my Grandfather two days earlier...an intentional plan on my part once the D.A. had reached out to me. He was still pissed, had barely spoken to me while we were inside...and yet he'd made sure I was protected. I was, after all, a former cop. That alone would have guaranteed me a death sentence while in prison. Especially given the contacts Miguel Cruz had on the inside. But Don Carlos had protected me...that gave me hope that we could get past this.
Now, I sat beside Jari in the back seat of the huge, luxury SUV she'd had waiting for me when I walked out of that fucking hellhole. I needed a fucking shower...and 24 hours of sleep in my own bed...and Vic. That fucking crazy, beautiful...pain in my fucking ass. I didn't know if I would shake the shit out of her or fuck her into a coma when I caught up with her. And I was a little surprised she hadn't come to pick me up...the thought made my chest tighten. Fuck. I turned to Jari.
"Where is she?" I demanded.
Jari hesitated...then sighed.
"The Marshals already picked her up. And we lost the trail. She's gone."
I closed my eyes, my heart thudding painfully in my chest.
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Text: Laetitia had a wonderful life. The coastal resort they were shooting the swimsuit section of the catalog was heavenly. Clear water, clearer skies, warm sun and clean sand. The supermodel backstroked towards the beach, her slim arms and shapely but powerful legs driving her through the water. Still many yards out she rolled over onto her flat stomach and began to stroke for home when something below her in the water caught her eye. No expert in tropical marine life, she was certain that there wasn't normally anything that glowed bright green in these waters.
Sucking in a lungful of air she dove down through the surf, making the few yards between her and the bottom with no effects from the pressure. Laetitia had always been a great swimmer, handled pressure well and her eyes weren't too bothered by salt water so she could see around her. She drifted down to kneel on the sandy bottom to get a better look at the funny glowing fish. It was rather squat and spiky, not cuddly but still kinda cute. But the remarkable thing was that the little guy was actually glowing! She'd seen fish that had luminescence, but this was different. Laetitia stayed down to watch the funny fish until she began to feel the demands of her lungs. Just as she was ready to push off for the surface, she felt a little tingly pain in her finger...the fish had nipped at her. She pressed her thumb over the tiny wound...and was then surprised to find her need for oxygen was gone! A moment ago she was out of air, and now she felt as if she had just come down. How strange. She knelt there in the sand, under ten feet of water looking around her, marveling in her apparent new lung capacity. She wasn't going to be an angel anymore, she could be a mermaid.
Then Laetitia became aware of a change in the fit of her halter top, it seemed as if it was somehow tighter. She tugged on it to settle it over her breasts better, when she felt herself float to her feet. She hadn't pushed off, she looked down at herself and her now ill-fitting halter top and blew out a surprised stream of bubbles. Her top was unchanged, it was her breasts that had gotten bigger! Her already ample bust line was swelling, filling up the cups of her bikini. Her breasts seemed to somehow be inflating, and their extra buoyancy was pulling her up to the surface. Moments later she broke the surface, her arms wrapped over her expanding breasts.
"Oh my God, my chest! I...I'm blowing up! I've got to reach the shore!" she started swimming, feeling a strange tingling all over her body. She paused in her swimming for a moment to drop her hands below the water to her shapely bottom, feeling the bikini bottoms grow tighter and her rear plump and spread out. The extra buoyancy of her bottom pulled it up behind her until her butt broke the surface. Whatever she was filling up with was at least in no danger of drowning her, she felt full and light, as if she were being inflated like a pool toy. It wasn't just her rear plumping up either, she could feel her thighs pressing together as she swam, and her arms felt puffy too. Laetitia sighed with relief as she reached the shore. Her body had become so full of gas that she couldn't put her feet down to the sand beneath her, rather she Had to paddle until she could reach the beach at a crawl. Her crawl was even more awkward as she climbed to her feet she noticed that her stomach was now filling with gas as well and was bulging out of her bikini bottoms.
"Ooof, I'm getting so bloated with all this gas, I look like a blimp! My figure, my career, ruined!" She tried to run off towards her rented beach condo but soon found that her figure was too bloated for her to run easily. Laetitia's inflated legs were too full to allow her move her legs easily past one another, she'd discovered that her newly inflated breasts were so large that she bounced with every step, she needed to use one arm to hold her inflated bust line down. While her bulging stomach gave her an obvious waddle. Running was out of the question, but she clumsily made her way home as fast as her new shape allowed.
"Uhhh so much gas...I'm already over-stuffing my bikini, it can't hold out much longer. I need to get home before I burst!" Dear Ms Casa, Thank you for your portfolio submission. While we don't feel you have the shape for our lingerie line, we would like you to consider modeling our plus-sized and maternity swimwear. Dear Ms Casa, Thank you for your audition, and while we commend you on having slimmed down from your last recorded measurements, we feel that your proportions are currently too voluptuous to contest with current fashion sizes or compete with current model sizes. Laetitia stood staring at herself in front of a mirror. Her figure had been reshaped since her blowup in the surf. Her waist and tummy still bulged substantially. Her hips, bottom and bust were still extra large and extra curvy, stuffed with gas, as was most of the rest of her. On her hyper-hourglass figure, the gas plumping and softening her legs, arms and middle wasn't as noticeable, but she was obviously inflated like a Romanesque cartoonish parody of her former svelte supermodel self.
"I'll show them, I'll get my life back...Or take theirs." It was definitely a weird semester. Me becoming an honest to god super-heroine was totally freaky, but being an inflatable super-heroine often totally dazzled me. I mean there was, and still is in many ways, a learning curve. I'm still surprising myself with some of the things that I can do. I am sorta really enjoying some of this heroine business, buildings burning, cats in trees, muggings, what Lynn calls 'civic heroism'. But I have to say that in a life of near-constant surprise, I was stunned to actually run across an inflatable supervillianess. It changed my perspective, for certain. Civic heroism is like running a race against a clock. Fighting another super-powered person is like running a race against someone. There's someone out there who actively wishes me harm. I really don't like that thought, but I think I have the powers to deal with it. In an attempt to deal with it we had come up with a solution: A holiday. A few days of rest and relaxation on a nice warm beach to work on my tan. Great idea!
As we walked to our terminal I was once again aware that we couldn't be any more of a mismatched pair. Lynn, short and blond, was wearing a Grey tank top and cutoff jeans and sandals with a gym bag over her shoulder. I was normally about six inches taller than her, but I happened to have on heels so I towered over her. My ensemble for the afternoon was these shamefully snug Lycra pants with the zipper hidden in the back so they were very sleek, and a clingy short sleeved black top with big dark sunglasses and a Gucci (real) tote bag. Remember when I started all this I mentioned my vanity? Lynn snickered, "I've been running some numbers and I'd say about one out of three guys is staring at you. You look like a supermodel trying to be undercover. Or a playmate."
Well of course I cheated. I happen to like to dress expensively, I also happened to be a very good-looking young woman. I also happened to be inflatable. After dressing, I had inflated my hips a few inches and padded out my rear a bit, making my figure a little curvier and rounder, while adding a little bounce and wiggle as well. Not wanting to be bottom-heavy I also happened to pump my breasts up an inch or three, and an accidental cup size. I was pretty well stacked, and a knockout. Yay me.
"I'm not complaining," Lynn continued, "I just think its interesting that the woman who never wanted her inflatable powers is now using them for cosmetic purposes."
"With great power comes great vanity. Besides don't pretend you aren't going to want me to blow you up some once you get into a bikini and hit the beach?"
"Wow," she murmured, "I hadn't thought of that."
We made our boarding exactly on time and as I swayed down the aisle of the plane I could feel my wider hips brushing against the seats I passed. Behind me, Lynn was grinning at the hollow raspy noise my enhanced figure made every time I brushed against something. Take a balloon, blow it up, cover it with a piece of cloth like a t-shirt or something, then rub it against something. That's the exact sound my hips made.
At our seats I decided not to risk the overhead compartment and just stowed my bag beneath my seat, then settled down into my seat, my body shifting a little as I settled on my inflated bottom. Try sitting on a pair of balloons, you'll see what I mean about shifting. It isn't easy being an inflatable super-heroine. Lynn managed to settle herself in as well, and we both buckled in. I had to do it by touch, my chest was a little to full to see over.
I read fashion magazines and Lynn listened to her Ipod while we taxied, took off and climbed to our cruising altitude. Then things got interesting. I nudged Lynn who pulled out her ear buds.
"S'up?"
"I have a problem."
"There are airsickness bags in the seat pocket."
"No not that."
Lynn yawned to equalize pressure in her ears, and her eyes got big, "Cripes, you mean...?"
I nodded, "I'm starting to swell," and I was. The lower air pressure in the plane's cabin was causing the air I was already carrying to expand, which meant my body was starting to expand. I could feel my breasts swelling up and over filling my bra. The extra material of my top that my expanding bust line was taking up pulled my top out of the waistband of my tight sleek pants, which were getting even tighter, but I was looking much less sleek as my belly bulged out.
"'Manda you're getting fat!" Lynn hissed at me as she struggled to release my seat belt which had now drawn tight across my expanding middle. I pushed down on my pillow tummy, allowing her the slack she needed to open the belt. I sighed with relief as my stomach grew up under my hands. "Getting out of here is going to be tricky too, I can already tell my hips have spread out enough that I think I'm stuck in here."
Lynn watched me rise in my seat as my rear plumped more fully with expanding gas, "Gee 'Manda, how big are you gonna get?"
I pressed my hands against the leading edge of my inflating bust line, as my breasts pushed further forward, "I don't know, I didn't think I was this pumped up, I can't control it. You're the brain, how big am I going get?"
We both watched my body bloat and bulge, no sound other than the hiss of my clothes as they stretched around my new curves.
"Well," she said, "At least I'd expect you'll deflate once we are at sea level again."
"That's two hours from now, do I have to do the whole trip like this?" I patted my bulging waist, bringing a deep BUUUM from within me.
"I can't think of anything else to do, its not like you could fit in the bathroom."
"Excuse me Miss?"
We both looked up at the cute flight attendant looking down at us. Specifically, me.
Her eyes were big and round as she took in my big, round figure, "Peanuts?" she offered lamely.
Lynn smiled at her, "Sure, starving college student you know, I never turn down free snacks."
I held up a hand in an "I'm fine, I don't need anything," gesture. Then explained, "I've just got a little gas."
"So I see," she said, leaving the peanuts and moving on down the aisle.
As it so happened, Lynn was right in that I did deflate once we made it back down to sea level. I was still as cosmetically inflated as I was before I boarded the plane, but I was no longer fattened with gas. We had no bags to check, and I managed to get a taxi very easily, the discomfort of my airborne inflation was already a memory as I noticed how, even in a tropical resort, where attractive women were commonplace, I was still managing to turn heads. After checking into our room and unpacking our bags, which didn't take long, they weren't big bags, we both immediately switched into swimsuits, Lynn in her white bikini and I had a new red bikini that I had bought for this trip. It was only 11 AM local time, still plenty of time to get some sun, some fruity drinks, and guy watching in.
I had finished adjusting myself in my new bathing suit, perched my sunglasses on my head, and had my fluffy towel and sunscreen, and we were out to the beach side elevator. On the way down Lynn turned to look up at me and puppy-dog-eyed me.
"Come on 'Manda, it was your idea in the first place."
"But I'll be smaller by half my volume."
Lynn opened her beach bag, pulling out one of the light costume tanks, "Fill up now, and give me half. I think I can do very well here with a figure like yours."
By the time the elevator doors opened we were both sporting enhanced figures. Lynn was filling out her bikini quite impressively up top and bottom.
"Thanks babe, I'm gonna catch a volleyball game, see you in a bit," and she bounced off, leaving me in relative peace and quiet to do a little sunbathing. I spread out my towel, oiled up, settled my shades and settled down to a nice golden toasty color.
Any experienced tanner can tell you that napping while tanning can be a blessing and a curse. Its great if you manage to fall asleep and wake up at the moment of perfect hue, the effect appears instantaneous. It isn't so great if you oversleep and burn. Veteran tanners like myself have learned to sleep lightly and awaken fully at the least discomfort. Which I did.
I wasn't burnt, my tanning reflexes were too well-honed. However I had managed to overlook one small detail. Lying here and baking in the sun had a few side effects on the inflated figure. The heat had made the gas inside me expand, and for the second time that morning I found myself unintentionally fattened up and bulging with gas. My figure, previously enhanced to merely bikini-filling levels, had spread out and bloated up to bikini-bulging proportions. I tried to tug my top around to cover my extra-inflated breasts where I was bulging around, over and under the halter. With some difficulty I manged to pull my plump legs beneath my large round bottom and stand up. Running my hands over the hollow fullness of my expanded figure I could tell I had grown from stacked to cartoonish. And I had practically grown out of my bathing suit, my poor new bikini was still managing to satisfy a beach-goers sense of decency, but couldn't keep up the strain of covering my bigger body for too much longer. I grabbed my towel and lotion and took off at a run for the hotel. Two steps later, after I managed to control my bouncing, I took off at a brisk walk for the hotel. It only took a few moments to reach the building, but when walking inflated, through a sea of perfect bodies, it felt like a long time.
I ducked around to the shady side of the building, seeking cover and solitude. I found both, or at least no one close enough to pay any attention to my overstuffed bikini. Looking up at the building I found my floor and counted over to which one my room should be. One more quick scan assured me of relative privacy, then I crouched on my inflated thighs and wide bottom, and sprung into the air, leaping up to my balcony. I did pretty good, I only overshot by one floor, I broke my momentum with my arms and dropped to my balcony. The sliding glass door was locked, but not a problem for my strength. Lynn looked over at my entrance from the balcony with more interest in my size than in the fact that I was entering through the balcony. She sprang to her feet, "Are we under attack?"
I waved her down as I swayed over to the AC controls, "Calm down action girl, I just dozed off in the sun and expanded some. I just need to cool off and vent some of this heat."
"When you're done with that, get changed for lunch. You should get a kick out of this, Victoria Secret happens to be shooting their summer catalog here and there's a reception and lunch with the models."
"Uh huh, you, me the models and ten thousand men."
"Wrongo," she sang, "Its invitation only," she fluttered an envelope at me, "So hurry up, if there's no fois gras left, I'll hold you personally responsible."
I took a glass of champagne from a very pretty and very busty, food staffer who was filling them from a punch bowl and nodded and smiled especially at me. I was looking glamorous again, in my sleek snug black, 'supermodel under cover' outfit, while Lynn was typically comfortable in cutoff jeans and a tank top.
"I guess fashion works," Lynn admitted, "As far as I can tell, the champagne is for models only."
I knocked back half the flute and gave her the rest, "Here, share."
She finished it off and set the glass on a table in passing. We took seats in the circular arrangement that had been laid out in the ballroom. Apparently, along with the meet and greet and snacks, there was to be a little private fashion show. Once we were all seated the models started their route, wearing mostly swimsuits, but a few in lingerie and a few in street clothes as well. Our places were right in the inner edge, which wound up being the front row, so I had a great view of the clothes. I had even picked out a new one piece that one of the models was wearing to replace my slightly stretched out bikini. "I think I'll get one of those."
Lynn shook her head, "I think it'll make you look hippy, look how it looks on her."
The model wearing the white bathing suit, staggered a little on her high heels, and paused in her display and let out a loud burp. Blushing, she dropped her hands in shock to her wide and widening hips.
"She's inflating!" We both exclaimed.
"Darlings!" Everyone, including the expanding supermodel, turned at the new voice. The pretty and busty food service staffer stepped forward and grabbed double hand fulls of her uniform and pulled it off her. Her exaggerated figure was shown off very well in a matching stretch black bra and panties, heels and a short, filmy black robe that she wore open to reveal her exaggerated figure. The full swell of her chest her rounded waistline, wide hips and plump legs all showed the full curves and smoothness of inflation. "Is that Laetitia Casa?" Someone in the crowd asked.
I answered for them, "It looks like her, but it looks like two of her."
Rebeca Romijn stepped forward in her white tankini, "Laetitia, what are you doing here, you were fired when you blimped up...burrp!" Rebeca dropped her hands to her bulging midsection as her slim figure bloated with gas.
"Yes once a girl bulks up a little you were all so eager to be rid of me. But when I'm through with you, I'll be the skinniest supermodel left and I can have my life back! By the way its not Laetitia anymore. The name is Inflatress! Bwah ha ha ha ha!"
Around us civilians were running as supermodels became super-sized models. Mostly their inflation started in their stomachs and spread outward, though there were women who spread out in the hips or bust first, and then their growing bellies caught up. Bathing suits were bulging, street clothes were straining and teddies were tested as the most attractive women in fashion filled up and out.
I started to feel strangely gassy myself. Putting a hand to my own waist I realized, "Lynn, the champagne...burrp"
"It was for models only...burrp"
"Oh she's got us too!" I felt my belly bloat up with gas, filling up the front of my sleek stretch slacks. Lynn was similarly swelling, her waistline tightened the button to her cargo shorts then popped it free.
"Uhh, 'Manda I'm getting so big. This isn't nearly as much fun as when you blow us up."
"I know, we're blowing up like balloons, we need to get out of here and into out costumes!"
We pressed our inflating bellied down as best as we could so we could awkwardly run, hunched over to be as small a target as possible. The growing pressure in our bodies however had forced us upright by the time we reached the outside hall. We leaned our swollen bodies against the wall as we took stock of our new shape.
"'manda how big are we going to get?"
"I've no idea, I can't seem to do anything to control it." Our expansion has spread down our lower bodies as well, filling out our bottoms, spreading out our hips and rounding out our legs. The most distracting thing though was our breasts. Naturally they were inflating too, but they were getting so big and light that they were obstructing our vision.
Lynn had already shucked her shorts and had opened her bag and fished out our costumes. My pants were making high-pitched pings as my growing body split the seams along the hips and across my wide, round butt.
Once again I was thankful that both of us had taken to wearing most of our costumes under our street clothes. Lynn merely rolled down her leggings and we both fastened capes and masks in place and I looked wistfully at my utility belt. There was no chance I could get it around my bloated middle.
"Ready?" I asked.
"I think I'm still filling up."
"We are but only a little. We only got a half dose. But whatever we're filling with is definitely lighter than air. I can barely keep my feet on the ground."
"I've never gone into action this big before."
"You'll be fine. What could possibly happen, we're super-heroines? Let's get that overstuffed hussy."
We waddled into the ballroom where Inflatress was gathering the inflated and floating supermodels. She was tying tethers to their ankles and collecting them like a big balloon bouquet of bloated beauties.
I put my hands on my hips, then readjusted my stance to where my hips now were, "Inflatress, your revenge is as finished as your career." Lynn looked up at me, raising an eyebrow, "What?" I muttered to her, "That's how they all talk in your comic books."
I sub-vocalized into my mask's microphone, "Bubbles, you try and secure the super-sized models, I'll distract our bloated friend here."
"Check."
The swollen supervillainess turned to face us, then laughed, "How about that, I had no idea that super-heroines were getting so fat, thank God for spandex right?"
She was right, even as bloated and cartoonish as her figure was, I had grown pretty fat. I hoped my extra girth and buoyancy wouldn't be too much of a hindrance. I really did feel like a balloon though as I skipped lightly from one foot to another.
"I got news for you sister, you aren't exactly a slender reed yourself," I leaped into the air, planning on coming down on her in a kick. It was a good plan, and it might have normally worked. Right now however, I happened to be pumped pretty full of lighter than air gas, which meant that instead of dropping down on her with the high heels of justice, I sort of lazily drifted down towards her like the spandex balloon I had become.
"You're going to have to move faster than that!" Bubbles' voice came over my mask radio.
Still floating downwards, I pressed my hands into my plush inflated belly, "I can't! I'm too full of her gas, it's making me all floaty!"
Inflatress grinned up watching my slow descent towards her, "You're a big, fat target." When I floated into my range, my plump slow legs missed my kick at her. When I floated into her range, she wound back and punched me right in the tummy. I flew backward like a rocket, that woman could hit! "Bubbles, watch out, she's super strong too!"
Inflatress spun back for a kick at Bubbles who ducked sideways and rolled on her expanded waistline to get behind Inflatress. The kick was good but too much for Inflatress' extra full figured size. She overbalanced and fell square on her bouncy round bottom, and in fact bounced a few time on her padded posterior. Bubbles grinned at her as she rolled past, "Those pretty kicks aren't as easy with your center of gravity all changed, not to mention how wide your hips are." Then my sidekick rolled under the long table set up for the press and wedged into place.
"Airtankgirl, I'm so big I'm stuck under a table!"
Behind her, Inflatress had bounced to her feet and grabbed the table pinning Bubbles, easily flinging it aside. Bubbles winced as the bloated supervillaness grabbed her by her round waist, and lifted her ballooned body easily, then drop-kicked her. Bubbles also took off like a rocket and was headed right at me, or rather where I would be once my feet reached the ground. Her round body slammed into me at almost the same instant I landed, so I didn't have much of a chance to anchor myself before she knocked me into the air again. We bounced off of each other, struggling to get our feet beneath us before we landed again.
"OK, that's it, nobody punts me," Bubbles fumed.
Inflatress was smiling and laughing, "This is great, its like playing dodge ball!"
"She's right," I said, "she's wiping the floor with us."
"Well as long as we're ballooned up like this, we're too buoyant to be able to fight her on even terms. We've got to find some way to let some of this gas out of us." Bubbles said, hefting her gas-filled, round belly.
Our eyes met, I grabbed Bubbles by the sides of her face and before she could complain or fight me off, I planted a kiss right on her mouth. The effect was immediate.
I had the odd sensation of my body not only slimming down and my costume gaining slack around my distended figure, but I was also getting heavier. My booted feet settled firmly on the ground, and my footing got more firm by the moment. My waist and bust deflated to where I looked merely fat and not actually round. While my hips, butt and sides slimmed down making me much less wide than I was before. "Well," I said, running my hands over my relaxed, though still bloated, figure, "It isn't exactly fighting trim, but it'll do."
Bubbles' limbs were spread out from the gas filling her. Her belly and body had swelled up and rounded out. Her waist had grown so much that if she were on the ground, which she wasn't, she'd be able to roll easily. She had achieved a neutral buoyancy, she didn't actually float up or dow, she just sort of hovered in place, about six feet off the ground.
Bubbles looked down at herself, which really meant looking down at her her ballooned breasts, they being so inflated that they cut off her view of the rest of her, "I hope you have a plan, because in the shape I'm in now I don't think I'm going to be much good to you."
"Yep," I said, whipping off my cape and tying it to the buffet table and handing Bubbles the other end as a tether, "I'm going to put my boot up her inflated butt."
After anchoring my sidekick, I ran towards my foe. While still pretty bloated, I was capable of what was recognizable as a run. I was also still extra buoyant. I wasn't pumped up enough to float, but I could tell I was only maybe half my normal weight. I planned to use that to my advantage this time. Inflatress charged at me, her muscles super-powered from the air bulging in her swollen figure.
Just before we collided I leaped into the air again, and Inflatress smiled, anticipating the same error in my judgment, and a similar easy victory. My legs were slimmer and faster now. My first kick stunned her, and I hung in the air in front of her and managed to get three more kicks in before I dropped to the floor. When I landed I grabbed Inflatress by her robe and dropped, pulling her down with me. Both of our inflated bellies flattened together with that hollow BUUUM. I rolled backwards, pushing Inflatress over me, and arched my back at the exact instant our bulging middles flexed and bounced off each other. I flung the scantily-clad villianess over me. Inflatress landed hard, and stood up woozily. Despite my slick little move, I was still a little slow and awkward regaining my footing, so I was still working my puffy body upright. Inflatress shook her head to clear it and was greeted my the smiling face of my sidekick floating right in front of her.
"Hiya, remember me sweets?" Bubbled said as she put a hand on Inflatress' head and smashed it down onto the buffet table among the refreshments.
Did you figure it out? I admit I hadn't. So when Inflatress straightened up again, champagne streaming from her hair I was still ready for a fight. So was she. Both of us were surprised when the next words out of her mouth was, "Burrp!"
She looked down at herself in horror, while Bubbles and I watched in delight. Inflatress had begun to swell. Her breasts inflated like balloons, growing round and light, straining in the cups of her bra and floating and bouncing in front of her. Panicked, she tried to hold down her big breasts with her arms, but also needed a hand free to press into her middle as her already bloated belly bulged and tightened with the gas blimping her up. Her waist filled out, stretching the already tight panties on her, the letters of 'Victoria Secrets' were stretching out as the waistband bulged with her. Her hips spread out wide with her rear plumping out around the seat of her panties, until her rear had spread out around the underwear like a thong. Her hips lost their definition though as her sides bulged out, her waistline expanding like an equator around her fattening form. Her robe drew up short and tight across her ballooning body which just then pulled her feet off the ground. Her body was tight and full of the gas that turned her from a supervillianess to a parade float.
"Curse you Airtankgirl, look what you've done to me, I've turned into a blimp!"
"It's no worse than the fate you planned for us Inflatress."
Inflatress, having swallowed a full dose of the inflating champagne was rising in the air, as big as any of her supermodel victims. I caught her hand and towed her over to the coil of tethers she had been using on her victims. I fastened one around her wrist and grabbed another one to tether to my now-super-sized sidekick. I helped Bubbles draw herself down to ground level where she held herself down by holding onto the edge of a table. We both looked up at Inflatress, bobbing helplessly above us.
"Alright Inflatress, tell us how to reverse the process, how do we deflate Bubbles, the supermodels and yourself of course. Not to mention me, I'm still carrying around a bit of gas from you as well."
"And I should tell you exactly why?"
I reeled her down to face me, pulled her close and said, "Because if you don't I might have to pour more of that champagne down your throat and see how much bigger you can get."
"My, how fierce. Very well, if you must know..." she paused.
I pulled her closer, almost nose to nose, "Well?" I of all people should have been prepared for what happened next. She kissed me.
Immediately my body began expanding again, as her gas filled me up. My belly and breasts blew up like balloons, my waist grew and swelled, my body widening around me. The super-sized models were at a full dose. Bubbles and I had each had a half dose, and were half their volume. When I blew up Bubbles, she went up to three-quarter dose size and I went down to one-quarter when I fought Inflatress. She had taken a full dose, but now when she kissed me, she deflated to half volume, or the extra bouyant fattened figure that I had when we started this fight, but on the other hand ballooned up to match Bubbles' three-quarter sized volume.
What all this meant was that Bubbles and I were too inflated to even get our feet on the ground let alone fight, making us helpless before Inflatress. However, Inflatress, while smaller than us, was still carrying a lot of excess gas and she herself was having a hard time keeping her footing as she drifted and bounced from step to step.
"Your luck holds tight Airtankgirl, Uhh almost as tight as I feel. Neither one of us is really in any shape for a fight," She patted her bloated sides, "To think you two actually attacked me when you were blown up like this?" she marvelled.
"Hey we're heroines. We do that sort of thing."
"Well luckily I guess we supervillianess' know when to cut our losses. You get off easy today Airtankgirl, but next time I won't be so lenient." She winked at our helplessly floating, blimped up bodies, "See you 'round," and she waddled away from us.
"Hey Inflatress, how are you going to slim down?" I called after her.
"I didn't prepare any antidote, I wasn't expecting to get expanded. We'll just have to wait it out. We should all be back to normal in a few weeks."
"A few weeks!" Bubbles and I exclaimed.
Inflatress nodded, "Afraid so. You're coming out of it lucky you know. You at least aren't as gassy as the supermodels are, you can almost sort of walk around and such."
Bubbles and I patted our greatly inflated bellies filling out and straining against the spandex of our costumes, "I don't feel lucky, do you?" Bubbles asked.
"Nope, I feel fat." Lynn and I relaxed in the sun, in new bathing suits, courtesy of Victoria Secrets. While their model force was still bloated and floating, the company, and if truth be told, the models themselves were all very grateful. VS had in fact supplied us with piles of new clothes, swimsuits, workout wear and lingerie. All of it in their biggest sizes and stretchiest materials of course.
"Sure a lot of fattened supermodels down there."
I nodded taking a sip from my drink, "Yep, lots of crowded beaches too."
"It was nice of the hotel to grant us use of their yacht."
"Well, we did prevent a major fashion catastrophe in their hotel."
Lynn nodded, sipping her drink, "Still nice of them though. Allowing us to get some tanning in in privacy."
"True," I agreed, "We'd look silly if we had tan lines where our masks were."
"You know we could have done without the masks, I mean, we won't exactly blend in in street clothes you know."
"Not now no," I agreed, "but give us a week or two to get our feet on the ground and we'll be fine. Besides, can you honestly think of a better way to spend your vacation? The view is spectacular!"
Lynn turned a little to look down at the yacht that was anchored ten stories below us. Yes, a hundred feet. Our bodies were still stuffed with Inflatress' gas, we looked like spandex-clad weather balloons. Each of us had a tether and cuff attached to one ankle, which went back down to the yacht, so the crew could reel us in when we wished.
"Yeah, but the service is a little slow. Hey," she rolled over a little to face me, "Do you think Sven likes me?"
"The big blond guy with the dreamy eyes?"
"Yah."
"Umm, he might, but..."
"What? Don't tell me you want him too?"
"Nooo, its just that, well you might be a little more woman than he can handle." I patted my bulging belly and her swollen side at the same time.
"He's an artist, he wants to sketch me."
"If he wants to sketch you, he better be a cartographer."
"Blimp."
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Test Subject 1 The syringe was empty. She stared at it for a moment. “I can’t believe I did that.” She muttered to herself, looking at the plunger pressed all the way in to her thigh. Slowly she pulled the injector free, staunching the small bit of blood with a cloth and a fresh bandage. She then pulled out a pen and a small well-worn moleskin notebook and jotted in it quickly.
Sample 3665 has been administered to the volunteer test subject 1 at 14:00.
She marked the date at the top of the page and stuck it back in her pocket. She winced a bit as she stood up from her stool, letting her skirt slip back over her thigh with a gentle rustle. She was glad it was a Sunday; since it meant she was alone in the lab. She quickly packed up a number of her samples and projects, locking them carefully in a cabinet that only she had the key for.
Checking the doorway, she slipped out the lab doors and listened for the heavy electronic click. She smiled as she twirled her coworker’s badge in her fingers. They’d never know she was here. She rubbed her thigh lightly and strode down the hallway to the exit.
The morning alarm normally would have woken her, instead it was the incessant buzzing of her phone. She picked it up, she knew this call was coming.
“Hello?”
“Doctor Braun?” The faint accent gave away the voice of her department chair.
“Yes?”
“This is Doctor Kuan. I am calling to inform you that your grant has been terminated, and your services are no longer needed at this university. Please return your keys, badge and any materials that you may have. You can bring them in or mail them.”
“I understand. I’ll put them in the mail today.” She thought she sounded cool and collected, but inside she was seething. She knew this was coming but it still hurt. The short-sighted fools didn’t know what she was on to. “What about my research?”
“Your research was determined to violate ethical standards and will be destroyed.”
“You can’t do that.” She held her voice in check, but only barely.
“We can, we own the work product. Good day, Doctor Braun. Oh, and I would suggest not using us as a reference in the future.” The phone clicked off. The phone almost flew out of her hand, but she figured it wasn’t worth the cost of replacing when she was unemployed. Thankfully she’d gotten wind of their plans ahead of time. She’d stashed a good portion of her research where they’d never get it, and her prize sample now ran in her own veins. She would have the last laugh.
She lay there a while though, thinking. What now? She wasn’t likely to get any job offers with an accusation of ethical misconduct. She might be able to teach at a junior college, but that seemed demeaning. To think she’d graduated with a Ph.D. only to find herself lying unemployed in a studio apartment just five years later.
Never one to let herself wallow in her own misery she sat up after a little while. She’d succeeded, she just needed to prove it.
Padding into the bathroom she got a good look at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She’d always been one to sleep in the buff, enjoying the freedom from clothing. Her slender frame, petite size, and cute face always had people guessing she was a decade younger than she was. Sometimes more. She still got carded regularly at thirty. She posed a minute looking for any signs of changes. Nothing. She shook her brown hair and pulled it back into a quick band before stepping into the shower.
Scrubbing herself down she wondered how long the serum would take to work, only to feel a gurgle in her stomach. It came with a shooting pain. She almost slipped and fell as she knocked bottles into the tub grabbing ahold of the edge trying to not fall over.
She panted. It wasn’t supposed to be this fast. She crumbled to the floor of the tub basin. Her stomach pulsing under her clutching fingers. She could feel the water cascading off her back as she shuddered and shivered.
She tired to roll over, smacking her hip against the hard ceramic. She barely noticed, the pain in her guts rendering her other senses muted. Struggling she flopped onto her back, pushing her self up against the back of the cool tub to get her face out from under the spray. Able to breath again her hands returned to her belly. It was distended now. Not grotesquely, but definitely pressing outward. She held her hands around the bulge. It’s firmness, roundness. She knew she had succeeded.
She tried to focus on the science, but her mind was slipping under the onslaught of hormones coursing through her. She could barely think. The water was turning cold. She wrapped her toes around the handle and forced the water off.
Grunting she felt the first pressure build across her stomach, pressing against her cervix. The muscles of her abdomen contracting hard and pressing against the tight muscle. Moments became an eternity between each pressing contraction. Her mind wondered in these moments, only to be brought back to another pulsing contraction. Somehow, she got her hips raised slightly, letting her calves rest on the edges of the tub. She let her fingers feel the swelling between her legs. Her lips were thick, feeling distorted. She could feel the mass pressing out. Stretching her. Her hips shifted again as the next contraction came.
This was the big one, she could feel it. Her lips were forced wide, she screamed as the mass pressed out of her, sliding down the ceramic basin coated in goo with faint traces of blood. Panting she felt her body struggle to close, even as she hazily stared at the large cream-colored egg at the base of the tub.
It took time, she felt weak and woozy. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Her normally facile mind was mostly blank in the aftermath of the laying. She’d done it. She knew she had. But now, she wasn’t certain.
She stood up, her legs shaky, still dripping from between her legs. It had been a rough experience. Would she lay more? Would it be this hard every time? Maybe, with time it would be easier. If there was another time. She didn’t know. She knew that she was definitely changed though.
She turned the water back on, gently, not too hot, and eased spray over herself, rinsing off the aftermath, and cleaning off the egg and herself. Her lips were definitely still swollen. Distended oddly. She hoped they’d heal.
Lifting the egg from the basin, it was heavy and almost as big as a small melon. Its exterior was tough, but not hard like a chicken egg. It was more, leathery. She smiled, and carried her new prize to the other room.
Seven more days had passed for her. Her mind was awash in thoughts of her clutch. Three large eggs now sat amidst her bed, laid every third day. She’d been barely functional each of the days that she laid. It took hours to lay each, leaving her weak and worn. Her body was starting to show signs of breaking down from the constant stressors. Her lips now hung open like giant flaps, unable to keep up with the constant stretching. Her belly had developed a noticeable paunch.
She documented all this in her notes. Wondering how long she had. If her plans were correct, she was going to give the world something it had lost. She wanted to experiment, but she had no lab, instead she was forced into her role as both experiment and observer.
She kept the eggs warm, turning them slowly, making sure that they were safe. She ceased wondering about her old lab after the third egg. Her body demanding her attention. The laying had moved from being painful and traumatizing to almost orgasmic. The last time she’d even taken her vibrator into the tub with her to ease the cramping. The egg had come more easily.
By the fifth egg she was a shadow of herself. The food in the apartment was running low. She was looking thin, waifish. She’d not dared go out yet. She called for takeout a time or two, but she had to conserve what little money she had. It might last a few more months. That should be enough. If just one egg hatched, she would be the most famous scientist in the world.
Weeks more passed, and her laying kept apace. She’d lit a candle and held up the eggs to the light. Some, particularly her first, seemed to have shapes in them. The newer ones had none. She’d ordered food where she could but now as painfully gaunt, save for her sagging belly which swelled every couple of days with a new egg.
She focused on three eggs, her original three as the ones she cared the most for. They showed signs of life. Little things moving under her touch. She smiled, she wrote in the journal, she slept, and she laid her eggs. Time was running out, and so was the money. She was so close.
Eight months after her dismissal she wrote the last of her checks. She hadn’t looked for work, so unemployment hadn’t helped her. It didn’t matter now. She could feel the life in the three eggs that she’d cultivated. In her desperation for food she’d begun to cannibalize the other eggs. She was despondent about that, but she needed to eat, and she could barely afford food now. Even sneaking out to a food pantry was difficult. Her body just couldn’t handle much more. She couldn’t stop the laying, and it was slowly consuming her. She was weak.
Her mind knew she was going to die for this, but she also knew she was closing in on the achievement. She could feel the life stirring in the eggs, their leathery shells moving slightly as her offspring sought to come forth. She just hoped she lived long enough.
The ritual laying didn’t come. It was the first time in nearly nine months she hadn’t laid an egg on the third day. She was terribly thin now. Her body just didn’t have the energy or mass left to produce any more. But it didn’t matter. There was a slight crease in the oldest egg this morning. She lay down beside them watching their leathery shells squirm. Her finger tapped on the egg, only to have something tap back. She smiled and closed her eyes.
The shell was split then by a small sharp horn. A blue scaled nose broke though. Beside it the other eggs too broke open, triggered by their eldest sibling. Green and yellow noses sliced their shells open even as the scaly head and neck of the eldest slipped out, struggling as the vestigial wings were caught on the shell. His tiny claws tore at the offending casing, even as he belched his first smoke, his inner fires already heating up. Finally, standing no bigger than a small cat, he padded over to the prone form. It nudged her with its sharp egg tooth. Nothing. It knew nothing save instinct. Its small teeth tore into the thing muscles of the shoulder as it gulped down its first meal. Soon it was joined by its siblings, tearing into the wasted muscles for sustenance.
The door opened. “Ma’am? This is the police, the landlord wanted us to do a welfare check.” The room smelled terrible. The officer quickly dug in a pocket for some vapor rub and smeared some over his lip before stepping inside.
The room was trashed, like wild animals had torn it apart. Cold wind blew in from the shattered plate glass window. Remnants of creamy leather scattered across the room. The center of the bed was defiled, but amidst the ruined bedding were bones. Back-up was called, and a coroner. They began to search for clues. All they found was the small notebook, seemingly untouched in a drawer. Systematically dated, full of chemical references and comments about her experiment, it was the last line, dated nearly a month before that stood out. It alone felt like the woman, not the researcher, writing.
I have succeeded. The formula worked too well. And so, I give my life, that the world may have dragons.
Staring out the broken window, the police officers wondered what truth was now roaming the world. | null | [] |
Darkness. That's all I could see though I knew where I was. It's not like they'd be able to change the nondescript room with its stained granite walls and bolted down metal chair and table without me noticing, nor would they need to. An interrogation room they called it. A prison more like it. The rough black fabric tied around my eyes itched. Maybe that's why they left it on. It didn't seem to serve any other purpose, there was nothing to see here anyway. It was hot, even though it was winter outside. It was even snowing when they brought me in here. Seems that the humans didn't compensate their temperature controls for my heavy fur coat. My wrists were tied behind my back with some sort of thick plastic cord, strong enough to where my claws wouldn't harm it. It chafed. The fur on my wrists got worked off if I moved around too much. That didn't stop me of course. They hadn't done a terribly good job tying it, the restraints were a little loose. I figured if I kept working at it I might be able to get them free, and then...well hell. Who knows what then. I was never too good at looking ahead. Maybe that's why I took that blasted spy plane mission in the first place. Of course who could have guessed that the engine would fail right as I was over the target, forcing a crash landing into an enemy patrol? Heh. Funny when you look at it, how screwed I was.
How long had it been since they took me here anyway? A week? Two? A month? Time was difficult to keep track of when you're tied up and blindfolded all day long, and I hadn't thought to count my meals. Sometimes I don't even know if I'm asleep or awake. I wondered if anyone had been sent to rescue me. Unlikely. Probably colonel Raffer or someone higher than him was even now denying that I was affiliated with the Alliance. That's standard procedure anyways. I doubt I'd be deemed important enough to break standard procedure. I'd just have to hope that the location I was brought to would be a target for a future attack...and wouldn't be blown sky high from a distance with missiles or artillery shells.
My ears perked up as I heard distant footsteps. Soon after there was activity at the thick metal door to my room. It must be twelve noon. That's when they brought my meals and tried to get information out of me. Best time of the day. I at least had someone to talk to, even if he was a bastard. I heard the shriek of the door as it was pushed open, heard one set of footsteps enter, then something was set down and the door closed again. There was a click, and I could see the tiniest bit of light through my blindfold, like the last fading rays of the sun as it dipped below the horizon, but without all the pretty colors. My blindfold was undone and pulled off, leaving me to blink in the dim radiance. The light may have been faint, but it was more than I had seen all day. The chain that had been pulled to illuminate the room was still swinging, and my gaze followed it up to its source. If there was one thing out of place in the whole room, it was that. A single bulb shaded by a Chinese paper lantern hung from a cord attached to the stone ceiling. Why they decided to put that small decoration in an otherwise bland room was beyond me. Maybe it was the effect the light took when it was filtered through the paper.
"Feeding time, eat up" said the man who entered, placing a metal dog dish filled with a sloppy looking meaty substance on the table in front of me. It had a rather exquisitely bad scent, like something spiced too much. The man grinned at me in a superior way, as most humans seem to do to us. He was lucky he didn't have our sense of smell or he wouldn't have been able to stand carrying that food to me from wherever he had picked it up in the complex. And humans wonder why so many of our dishes taste bland to them.
The man's name was Piers, I knew from overheard conversations he had with guards, and though I considered his visits to be the best part of my day it was only because the rest was so horrible. Piers was a gaunt individual, a little paler than your average human, with a face that wrinkled exponentially when he gave one of his wide grins. Which, near as I can tell, was his favorite expression. Perhaps that was just when he was in my company though. He wore the standard uniform of the Russo-Asiatic Coalition (or RAC for short) which consisted of a thick trench coat and an officer's hat, which he had removed and was holding in one hand. There were also a series of colorful bars and symbols shimmering from a metal tag on his right breast. Most likely they dictated his rank, but I didn't know how to read them. I was just a spy plane pilot after all, no need for me to know that stuff. More interesting to me was the pistol that he kept belted to his hip. A standard sidearm, something he carried with him to make him show his power over me I supposed. He had it with him every time he spoke with me, and I had had my eye on it ever since his first visit. Belted opposite the weapon was a radio, which he always turned off before entering.
I leaned cautiously over the table and began to snap up the chunks of meat from the bowl, half because I was ravenous and half because I knew from experience that the scent would soon become overpowering if I left it alone for too long. They never untied me for my meals. I guess they just assumed that because I was a wolf I would eat like one. Typical humans. Even those that are members of the Alliance seem to hold their noses up to us to varying degrees. The food would have been nearly tasteless if not for the spices. It consisted of small chunks of what might have been meat covered in a thick and heavily spiced gravy. I think that it was canned dog food. I would have been more insulted if I didn't actually find it palatable. Then again, one who is starving is not the best food critic.
Piers reached forward and gently pulled the dish away from me. I looked up at him still chewing, my muzzle dripping gravy, not saying anything. "You know the drill by now" he said. There was that grin again...I stayed silent, watching him. "Who was your superior officer?" I swallowed. "I received my orders anonymously. I don't know." It was a lie, or course. But if I were to tell him the truth then colonel Raffer would be in for it one way or another, either because he was caught in a lie or because he was now implicated. I didn't much like Raffer, the boar was ruthless and cold, all about the bottom line, but I wasn't about to cause more trouble to the Alliance than my life was worth. See how heroic I am? "What were the combat capabilities of your launch location?" Piers asked, keeping his hard brown eyes on me as he cocked his head slowly to the side. "Nil, we launched from a remote location." I answered. That, at least, was true. I figured I'd confuse them with some genuine information once in a while. "And what were the traits of said launch location?" Came the next question. "It was about as dreary as this place." I said, giving a sarcastic grin. It was a game. The questions they asked me rarely varied. At first I thought that they were just trying to catch me in a lie, but eventually it became more and more clear that they were fulfilling a prescribed schedule likely given to them by the higher-ups. This was simply a routine that they had to perform, a song and dance so that they could say that they were questioning the prisoner.
Piers pushed the dish back within my reach, and I began eating again. He paced slowly as I wolfed down the meal, only stopping to watch me finish licking the gravy off the bottom of the bowl. He slid the bowl back. "I've never asked you before, do you have a wife? Kids?" Piers asked. Small talk was common from him. Most likely he was trying to pry out obscure information, but I didn't much care. It was a break from the monotony. Of course, in the usual manner of humans he had used human terms rather than ours. "You mean to ask if I have a mate. I do not, no pups either. I was seeing a female though, before I ran into you and your friends and was invited to this magnificent resort." A wry grin. If I managed to keep one thing it was my sarcasm. I may go mad here, but if I did I'd be a sarcastic madman. "Yourself?" Piers gave a thin smile and ignored the question. "Mother? Father? Any siblings?" He asked. Hah. Any siblings. My kind are born in litters of two to four, on average. It is not common for there to be a single birth, and when there was, the parents tried for another litter about ninety percent of the time. Only children were incredibly rare. "I have two brothers and a sister. My parents are both still alive and well." I could have lied, yes. I could have gotten a splinter of amusement from telling him that I was an only child, but I thought that I'd play his game for now. Where was the harm in it anyway? I was starved for conversation already. "Are you close to them?" Pier's asked, sounding more bored than curious. Okay, this time I'll speak up. "All of my kind are close to their families," I replied, giving him something of an incredulous look, "it's the way we are. So yes, I am close to my family." "I'm sure they pray for your safe return even now." Piers said, giving his grin again and tilting his head forward, causing shadows to pool around his eyes, making him look like a wrinkled skeleton. To his remark, I smirked. Once again, he assumed that we were like them when we weren't. My kind are action oriented. We are far more likely to do something than to simply plead to someone else to do it for us. It was simply how we had learned to function as a species. I didn't correct him this time though, I had grown tired of it. "And hopefully I'll make it back to them." I said, my voice rougher than I meant it to be. Piers nodded, still grinning. "Play your cards right and you will." He said, starting to pace again. "The question now, though, is whether you will be returning in one piece." I watched him warily. I damn well didn't like that change in the tone of our conversation. I began working inconspicuously at my bonds.
"What do you mean?" I asked slowly, hoping to buy some time. Piers liked to hear himself talk. Maybe, just maybe, I could pull this off. "Well," he said, pausing. He was enjoying himself, the bastard. "Do you know why I've been making chitchat with you for weeks now?" "I have my theories." "It's because the RAC has an interesting policy regarding prisoners of war. If that prisoner is believed to have sensitive information that would benefit the Coalition, then he can be interrogated for that information." I had managed to pull my paw up, giving it slack by working the lines on my other paw tighter. It hurt like hell and my paw was starting to go numb from lack of blood, but I kept at it anyway. "Seems accurate so far" I said cautiously, still not sure what to expect. "Do you know what today is?" Piers asked suddenly, sporting an unbearably smug smile. I shook my head. "As of today, you have been here exactly five weeks." Five weeks? Really? Huh. I guess time flies when you're blindfolded and tied to a chair. "As par RAC policy, if after five weeks no useful information has been gained from a prisoner that is being interrogated then more...extreme measures are authorized for extracting said information." With that Piers leaned down and picked something up, dropping it on the metal table in front of me. It was a bulky black briefcase that had previously been blocked from my view by the table. He must have brought it in when he entered. He flicked the two catches and opened it, spinning it around for me to see, the light highlighting each conture of his furrowed face and glinting off of the various tools that shifted into view. They were torture tools, various nasty looking hooks and blades as well as a few other instruments that I didn't want to imagine the uses for. "Beautiful, aren't they?" Piers asked, barely hiding his glee. My thumb was free now. I just needed to inconspicuously pull my other fingers through..."Which one first then?" Piers' hands hovered slowly over the well polished chrome, moving from hook to saw to barb. I took advantage of his distraction to pull my fingers slowly through. One paw was free. My heart was pounding. Attacking now was too risky, one paw was still tied to the chair, which was in turn bolted to the ground. I started to loosen the cord on my other wrist as hastily as I trusted myself to while keeping my eyes on Piers. He had selected a long curved needle and was slowly withdrawing it from the box. "Now I've been waiting some time to use these...so I can't promise that I'll leave you untouched, but if you cooperate you can minimize the pain, understand?" He asked, amused. Pull the cord slowly...I can't let him know what I was doing. It was getting looser. My paw was pounding from all the blood rushing back into it. I ignored it and kept loosening the cord. Piers cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowed in mild concern or perhaps annoyance. "Well? Do you?" Almost there...almost done...Piers gave a smooth smile "No matter...I'm sure you'll understand soon enough." He said smugly, stepping around the table to approach me. Now! I sprang forward just as the last of the cord slid off of my paw. Piers was shocked. He threw his hands up in front of him, managing to nick me with the hook in doing so. I grabbed him, digging my claws in and causing him to howl in agony. He recovered quickly though, his hand darting to his sidearm. He drew it, but my reflexes were better than his. I grabbed his wrist and forced the weapon away from me as he pulled the trigger. BLAM! the sound was especially deafening to me in this small room. My ears rang like mad, but I ignored it and held on. BLAM! he fired again. I kept his hand at arms length as he tried to twist his wrist in order to get a shot that would hit me. He squeezed off more rounds, bullets ricocheting off of the walls, floor, and metal furniture. I was stronger than he was. I managed to work his other arm away from me long enough to where I could pull my fist back and deliver a powerful blow to his jaw, causing him to drop his gun and stumble backwards into the wall, sliding down to his rump, dazed. I quickly turned the weapon around in my paws and aimed it at his head. We were both panting. It had been fast, but intense. It was only now that the scuffle was over that I realized something: where were the guards? There had been multiple shots fired and an obvious struggle. Why weren't there two armed men in here to take me down? Piers seemed to have noticed this too. He was glancing towards the iron door nervously, then back to me. "Think for a second..." He said softly, his voice wavering, "You're in the middle of a military complex...there are ranks and ranks of soldiers between you and the exit...you can't escape." I pondered his words, running them through my head as I breathed. I felt wet on the side where his torture tool had nicked me and glanced down to find that it wasn't a light wound as I had thought. The tool protruded from my side, my blood staining my army jacket a deep brownish crimson. I pulled it out with a grunt and dropped it on the ground where it chimed like silverware, scattering drops of my blood onto the rough floor. Piers' gaze flickered between that and me again. "Just put the gun down, and I'll make sure they don't punish you too severely...I mean, were you even counting shots? It's empty now anyway..." Given Piers' expression and obvious fear it was clear that he was just trying to give me pause, but it made me hesitate. How many shots had been fired? I hadn't been counting in the confusion. And, furthermore, how many shots did this weapon even hold? It was a different model than we used in the Alliance. Piers grinned. Damn I hated that expression.
Alright, so I could give up. Then I'd be in their custody again, which isn't exactly something I would welcome with open arms. Alternatively I could fire the weapon. Assuming there were even any shots left...If I tried and there weren't then I was in deep shit. If I did and there were more rounds then Piers would be dead. Certainly that would be a favor to the world, but then I might be fucked. That brings us to the mystery of the day: Where were the guards? A lot depended on that. Presumably they were there when Piers came in...were they off on a break or something? All of them? That seemed unlikely...Were they perhaps spies? Had this location been infiltrated by the Alliance? Or covertly taken? If it had been and I didn't kill Piers, he would use me as a hostage. Given his personality, it seemed likely that he would kill me if it seemed like he couldn't win. Which would most likely be the case if the Alliance had somehow taken the complex covertly. There were so many possibilities, so many unknowns! For every choice I could make there was a possibility I would die and a possibility I would live. I stared at Piers and he stared back at me. Our soft panting was the only sound in the grey room. Fuck it. I pulled the trigger. | Ockham's Razor by Moonlit_Wolf | [
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She met Darke in an online game. He was the friend of a friend and Lilania was instantly attracted to this wolf . Lilania, the white lioness, was partnered with Darke's friend, so her attraction could not be known. Lilania would see Darke at the hangout and get excited to know that in some small way, that she was close to him although nothing about Darke was small. He had a huge personality that instantly attracted anyone who came in contact with him. He was loud, witty and sometimes crude, but these things were Darke and why it was so fun to be around him. He was also kind, generous and had a gift for expressing himself, both vocally and in his writing.
The first time Lilania spoke with Darke, his voice sent chills coursing through her to the most sensitive places of her body. She knew she should not be feeling the lust she felt for this canine that she hardly knew. But the one thing she knew was that she must have him. The first time she saw him, he was wearing camo, had a short army haircut and a mouth that begged to be not only kissed, but licked, sucked and nibbled. This PFC was hot and that made the rest of his sexiness far more than sexy. He was full blown fuckable! She learned that he was stationed at an army base which was only a few hours south of her and had to suppress the urges she felt to call him up and say she was driving down to give him the time of his life.
He left the week after Thanksgiving for the Middle east. Kuwait was so far, but her thoughts of him were still close by her on so many nights. They would catch each other on IM's occasionally, but one day she talked to him and it flicked a switch between the both of them. They spoke of his return in 9 months and the things they would do to one another. He liked playing rough and this excited her more than she thought possible. The green eyed, curly redheaded feline wanted this wolf so badly that she could almost feel him thrusting himself inside her.
She spoke to him several more times over the coming months in IM, emails and letters, but never actually believed they would see each other again when he came home... not until the day she got the email from him. All it said was, "I will be home in 2 days and I want you there... WARNING!! BE READY!" Her body instantly turned red hot from ears to paws and she could not resist the urge to slip her paw between her thighs and feel the warm slick wetness that increased as she massaged her clit into an intense orgasm. If the thought of Darke fucking her did this to her, then HE was the one who needed to BE READY!
The next 48 hours dragged on and the short 3 hour drive took eons. She pulled through the familiar gates of the Fort recognizing the baseball field she had been to several times before. She stopped at the nearest shoppette and looked at the info Darke had emailed her the day before. They were to be on base for 2 days before going to their home states to see their families, so he gave her directions to his barracks as well as directions to where they would be arriving. She looked to the passenger seat at the white rose that lay next to her. He knew her face from pictures, but the white rose would prevent any confusion. It would be familiar since one night while dancing at the hangout, the furries there had given Lilania the Indian name Snow Rose. She picked up the rose, smelled its sweet aroma and brushed the soft velvet petals across her lips, imagining his warm kiss.
She had a little time before his arrival, but decided to go ahead so she could get a good spot to stand. Between the rose and the low cut shirt that drew attention to her ample breasts, she was sure he would notice her. The plane arrived and cries of excitement started to build amongst the people waiting for their soldiers that had been gone for so long. Her excitement was rapidly building as she realized that she would finally be seeing her Darke Wolf.
The door opened and passengers filed out into a swarm of hugs, screams, cries and kisses. Lilania searched and scanned the uniformed bodies hoping he would notice her. Then she realized he was already watching her. She felt it. She turned her head to the right in the direction of the lustful tension that could collapse a mountain. Standing next to her, bag on the floor, smile on his face, was Darke Wolf. Her face flushed instantly upon seeing his wanting smile, giggled slightly and said "hi" softly, a smile playing across her full lips as she handed the wolf the white rose with a yellow ribbon tied to it. He smiled at the gesture, laying the rose on his bag, his eyes never leaving her emerald green gaze. He reached out and grabbed her paw, pulling her toward him, slid his paw around her waist to the small of her back, pulling her closer as his right paw came to rest on the side of her neck, thumb stroking her cheek. He guided her head to his and kissed her once softly, pulled back a little, opened his eyes, smiling as if checking for her approval. She smiled back, stood on her toes and leaned in to give him the most passionate and memorable of kisses that either of them had ever had. Their lips were made to kiss each other, their tongues made to dance. He pulled her closer to him and beneath hiss camo pants, she could feel why. The first meeting of Darke and Lilania after all this time was obviously a good thing. He turned his head and whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here." She could barely speak, but softly spoke the single word, "okay." He picked up the rose, smelled it, smiled and brushed across his lips just as she had done not so long ago. Picking up his bag, he took her by the paw and lead her away from the crowed. He stopped, turned, gave her one more passionate kiss and turned to walk again.
They drove to his barracks to drop off his things and pick up civilian clothes before going to the hotel he had rented for the night. They reached his room and he opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind her. As he did, she stepped into him, pinning him between her and the door, kissing him hard and deep. As he kissed her, he grabbed her by the arms and stepped her back against the adjoining wall, putting all his strength into the kiss. She pushed him onto the bed, grabbing the waist of his pants on his way down and unbuttoned them quickly, fumbling with the zipper that stood between her wanting mouth and his throbbing rock hard cock.. Unzipped, she slid her hand inside and freed Darke's stiff rod as it unsheathed itself. She looked up at him and smiled knowingly as she slowly slid her warm wet mouth over his bulging prick. She slowly took in deep into the back of her throat, massaging the underside of his cock with her pierced tongue. He let out the loud howl of a wolf that had been awaiting this moment for over a year as he slid his paws to the back of her head, softly forcing his cock further down her throat. Her mouth was amazing and her tongue could kill... like nothing he had ever felt before. She already knew the effect her lips and tongue had on men, but was still amused and pleased with herself every time she gave them the greatest head they had ever and would ever have. She was not cocky in this, for fact is never arrogant, just fact. Yet she was still smiling, amused and proud of herself when just a few minutes after she began his pleasure trip, he howled loudly as he exploded and shot stream after stream of hot cum down her throat, thrusting himself down her throat with ever spasm of intense orgasm. She smiled while his cock, still hard, was between her lips and she stood up as he fell back onto the bed when she finally released him. She looked at him hungrily and said, "Get up and lets go. I'm not even near being through with you, Wuffie!" This seemed to be the encouraging strength that he needed to force himself up on weak legs and grab a few things.
He walked toward her and the door, backing her against it. "You can finish with me, AFTER I am done with YOU!" he said as he leaned into Lilania and slid his hand between her thighs, rubbing the seam of her jeans, feeling the wetness breaking through that revealed her lust for him. He kissed her forcefully and found the door knob, opening the door.
As they drove to the hotel, she couldn't resist the animalistic instinct to devour him again. She slid her hands between his thighs and fondled a quickly growing cock, making her wet pussy hotter. Unable to stand the torture any longer, she unzipped his pants as she moved her head toward his lap and slid her now familiar lips around his fully erect rod. Bobbing her head in his lap while he was driving, it didn't take long for Darke to shoot loads of hot cum down Lilania's throat and she lapped it up quickly, enjoying the feeling of it sliding down her throat.
To be continued... Maybe... | RETURN OF THE SOLDIER by Lala | [
"Ejaculation",
"Lioness",
"M/F",
"Masturbation",
"Military",
"Oral",
"Wolf"
] |
I have been getting some e-mails that have condemned me for Veronica's fate. So, to clear that up, I will say that no, I have not gone over to 'the dark side' (ergo, the side that supposedly causes me to write rape/bondage/masochistic sex scenes). I urge my readers to relax, it's just a story, and I assure that the days of loving yiff scenes are not over.
Okay, now my thoughts on this piece. I'm pretty sure that all of you are begging for me to shut up and get on with the story, but I will torture you some more until the good stuff gets on. Once again, the writer's cockblock demon haunts me, and therefore causes me to think that this section of the story sucks. But, this part is necessary for me to write the next part, so here it is:
(and of course the legal disclaimer that says that if you get offended or screwed up as a result of reading this story, it's your fault, not mine.)
(PS, as always, questions, comments, blah, blah, blah welcome, blah blah blah)
Jared was stirred back to reality by a hand upon his shoulder. It was Victor, who had risen once again from his chair. "I'm sorry. I can only imagine the pain you are going through." Jared put his hand up to silence the old mole. "I have to go to her." He said. Elder Trilliam stood up immediately. "Absolutely not! I'm sorry Jared, but I cannot risk the entire Confederation for Veronica. She will be missed, but she was a Hopper and knew the dangers when she took the mission. She made a selfless sacrifice and will be remem-" "Shut it!" Jared yelled, surprising the ancient badger, who was unaccustomed to such talkback. "She'd want to be saved, and if none of you cowards are brave enough to support me, I will go without the blessing of the Council!" Jared yelled. Elder Trilliam was fuming right now, the anger clearly rising in his eyes at this indignity.
Councilman Victor about faced to look at Trilliam. "I'm sure the boy doesn't mean that. He's just going through a lot. Come, Jared. You need to get some rest." Victor took Jared's arm and started pulling him to the door. Jared, however, had other plans.
Jared yanked his arm away, spinning Victor off balance. Leaving the falling mole, he opened the door of the Antechamber. "I'm serious." He said as he closed the door and jammed it. All the doors had a jam button, a useful mechanism that held the door shut until someone put in a code on either side. It was more of an advanced lock to quickly seal off doors, an invention made to make escapes from Swarm attacks easier.
Jared knew that each of the council members had the antechamber code, but he knew it would buy enough time. Jared walked off, leaving the guards to try and sort out the mess. He slipped off around the corner just as the commotion began as the Council began yelling for the guards.
He made his way through the familiar hallways into the Science wing and off to the Weapon's Development lab. He pressed his palm against the scanner and smiled as he saw no one in the weapon's lab. "Excellence." He said as he made his way to the weapon's rack, the place where finished weapons that were waiting for testing hung. He didn't find it odd that no one was in the weapons lab, as he could hear the commotion down at the Antechamber from here.
Jared reached for the spare set of Veronica's customized semi-automatics. He placed them in his hilt. He then took one of the AK-47s to strap on his back. He took out an M-16, also strapped to his back. He then looked at the rocket-launcher. The thing only carried one round, but even the scientists wouldn't touch it. The researchers had gotten afraid of it when they tested a readout of it's Aether waves, or some technical babble like that. They never had seen anything that carried that amount of destructive force. Jared wondered what an Aether-adapted nuclear bomb would do if this thing scared them.
Jared strapped, holstered, and carried all of his commandeered weapons. He walked down he the jump gate, taking the long route to avoid the crowd at the Antechamber. He stepped into the changing rooms and readied his Hopper suit.
Jared took a deep breath, the image of his lover flaring in his mind, steeling his resolve. "She will be safe!" he said to himself as he switched the terminal controls. Blue light flared as the Jump portal opened.
"Have...to...save...her..." Jared chanted to himself has he walked down the stairs to the Jump Floor. He started toward the blue vortex that was the Portal. However, he did a double take as he walked toward it.
Standing behind him were Sitz, Fuse, and Gorgon, each dressed in their hoppersuits. Jared looked away, knowing that they knew what he was up to, and probably would chase him into the portal if he tried to run. Luckily, he had expected this. "So, you've come to stop me, huh?" Fuse stepped forward. "Jared, please. Don't do this." Fuse pleaded. Sitz joined her, "We don't know what kind of pain you're feeling, but trust me, you can get through it." "It's not worth throwing your life away." Said Gorgon in his deep baritone voice.
"NO! Everyone stop saying that! I don't care if I will 'eventually' get over it! She was the best thing that ever happened to me! She was the first person to ever give a fuck about what happened to me! My life back on Earth was a living hell! No one or nothing in my life! But then Veronica came, when I was shunned before my family, and I had no one else to turn to, she was there! SHE SAVED ME!" Jared screamed at the trio, tears running down his face once more.
Fuse stepped forward once more, almost square with Jared now. "I know that you are hurting-" "NO! You don't know!" Jared screamed at the canine, "I saw her! I saw her face when she threw herself at the Swarm for my safety! And then I sit here for three weeks, thinking her dead and gone forever, and then I get a message. A filthy, stinking spider sonf-a-bitch tells me she's alive. Oh, it gets better. My love is being defiled by those dirty bastards THIS FUCKING SECOND!" Tears were raining from Jared now, and Fuse had joined him, her heart aching now that she fully realized Jared's torment. She would be doing the same thing in his position.
But, even though she understood it, she couldn't let her friend kill himself. "Jared, this is what the Swarm wants. They know you'll do anything to get her back. They have her mind, they know what you two share. Why do you think that they would only talk to you?" Fuse said, drawing Jared into a hug. Jared wretched himself away "I don't care. She needs me. And I won't let her down. Dammit, I refuse to let my kitten down!"
Fuse wished that she could have someone that cared that deeply for her. She saw the determination in Jared's eyes, that fierce longing, that fiery anger that showed Fuse just how much Jared wanted Veronica. Fuse had always been attractive, and suitors from all over came to try their luck. Fuse was not a slut, by far, but she did want more than just sex. No, she had had enough of boys wanting her for her body. She had only had a few partners, and she always thought she was in love with them, but realized that it was just loneliness. Now here was Jared, bound and determined to see his mate let free. It broke her heart.
But other things were at hand. Jared was walking toward the gate. "Gorgon, grab him!" said Sitz. Jared had expected this. As the dexterous bull ran toward him, Jared sidestepped, tripping the bull and sending him sprawling away. Jared continued his march forward.
"Jared, NO!" Fuse yelled as she broke into a run. Jared hadn't expected Fuse to react, so he was caught unawares as she tackled him. Luckily for Jared, his experiences had taught him quick reflexes as he reversed their momentum so they both were falling into the portal.
After Jared landed on the ground and heard the portal close, he stood and wiped his eyes as he stood up. He was back on the barren planet, christened Planet Remose. He looked back at the ground behind him. Damn, he didn't expect to have any of his comrades along with him, as it was his mission. Dammit, now things were complicated. Ah, well. He warned them, and it was her fault she was here. He started to walk toward the cluster of tunnels that lead down to the Swarm caverns, and therefore, his love.
Fuse got to her feet, her white and blue hair now with an orangish tint as the dust of the planet clung to her fur. "Jared, stop!" Jared turned around, and almost stumbled backward. Fuse was pointing a gun at him!
"I really don't want to do this, but I will!" Jared was stunned. She didn't want him to go to his death, but here she was pointing a gun at his head? As if sensing his confusion, Fuse said, "It's not lethal. It's designed to shoot a tranquilizer." Oddly, Jared laughed. "You just don't get it. Without Veronica, I am nothing. She is one with me, as I am with her. We are mates for life, and nothing can transcend it. And as long as I know she's alive, I will find her." Jared said, looking into Fuse's eyes.
Fuse lowered the tranq gun and walked up to him. "That's not true, Jared. You will be loved. You can still have a life. If you go down there, the Swarm will torture and kill you. But you can still have a life!" Fuse said, tears welling up once more.
"By whom? What life do I have besides Veronica? No one would love me! All I would do is things for the council, and I would just be a tool as my life sank back into the old rut it was on Earth." Jared said, his eyes lowering to the ground, his eyes watering as well. "I would!" Fuse said before she could stop herself. All the missions, all the times they were together. Fuse had long ago realized that she loved him; she saw his love for Veronica and wanted it.
"Liar. You just say that now to stop me from 'killing myself' as you people are convinced I will do. The Confederacy needs me alive to take trips to Earth and help them against the Swarm. No one cares about the real me. All anyone sees me as is the Earthling that holds the key to their survival." Jared said defiantly. "That's not true!" Fuse said indignantly, not liking Jared to put her on the spot. "I love you!" she screamed at him. Jared blinked. "Don't say that. I'm going to save Veronica and then things are going to be weird between us, you got that?"
Fuse stepped up to him and drew him into a deep kiss. She let her passion show Jared the truth in her words. Jared collapsed in her arms, dropping his gun and letting his strapped weapons fall from his back. They sank down to their knees, holding each other, still locked in Fuse's kiss.
"I'm sorry." Jared whispered. Fuse hugged him to her chest, stroking his hair. "Don't be. I understand." The cuddled and caressed each other on the sands. Jared was content to stay cuddled with her warmth for eternity. He let her breath wash over the back of his neck, the soft feel of her fur caress his front, her dexterous fingers pawing his hair, and the cool evening sun gently warm his back.
"Fuse?" Jared asked, "Yes?" the husky replied. "We really shouldn't be doing this..." Jared said in a hushed tone. "Don't worry." Fuse comforted, thoughts of Veronica pushed far back into her mind. Fuse was too busy living her dream. She had so many jackass boyfriends and never one lover. She wanted Jared to be her lover.
She pushed Jared away so that they were kneeling in front of each other. She put her hand on Jared's and guided his hand to her breast. He cupped her modest breasts in his hand as he fingered her nipple with his thumb through her hopper suit. She slid her top half out of the body-hugging hoppersuit. Jared was surprised at how hot she was. Even though that the hoppersuits showed off virtually every curve, Jared had never stopped to 'check out' Fuse. She was desirable, no doubt.
Jared leaned down to suckle on Fuse's exposed nipples, rolling one around on his tongue while he fingered the other one. He felt vibrations run through the canine's body as he sent little jolts of pleasure through Fuse's chest. These jolts of pleasure soon turned into heat, which moved from her chest into her thighs.
Jared recognized what the soft "mmmm" escaping from Fuse meant. He stopped his licking long enough to kiss Fuse's lips. He then kissed her neck, between her breasts, and continued to her stomach after laying her down and sliding the rest of her hoppersuit off, he finally made his way down to her waiting sex. He felt the soft moan emit from Fuse as his tongue slid across the slit and flicked upward at her clit. More moans came from his canine beauty as he inserted his tongue as far as it would go.
He licked upward, parting the lips as he went. He let his tongue slide out as he let the bare tip flick across the firm clit before he plunged back down. He kept this rhythm as he heard the groans and gasps crescendo. He looked up into Fuse's eyes, smiling as she pumped more of her juices out. Wordlessly, he pulled away.
He crawled up so he was right above Fuse. He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself off of his tongue. He knew what she wanted. He let her slide his hoppersuit off. He placed his cocktip right at her warm entry. She closed her eyes and nodded. He pushed himself into her dripping lips. He started thrusting slowly, not wanting to hurt Fuse. However, Jared soon lost control as he felt the warmth of his canine lover around him. He pumped faster, letting his passion overtake his senses.
And Fuse was enjoying every minute of it. She arced her back, letting Jared thrust deeper. She felt the familiar sensations of orgasm welling up between her burning thighs. She kicked her legs out as she clamped down on Jared's still-thrusting member. She let the orgasm wash over her as Jared felt her contractions milk his pole for all of it's worth. The two faded into afterglow. Jared rolled over, withdrawing as he lay to the side of his canine partner.
Jared's mind cleared now that the throes of passion were over and his lust was slaked. Fuck. He knew that he had to get Fuse out of here. He still had a mission, a duty. Jared's mind was torn. He knew that he had to save his lover. But there was this beautiful creature to the side of him, claiming that she would be his lover. He wished this were much simpler.
He didn't know if he loved Fuse or not, only that being with her comforted him...
No. This was a moment of weakness. Fuse had caught him in a bad way. He was lonely and in pain, and Fuse eased some of that. He would clear this out later. Right now, he needed to find his love...his true love. He sat up and put his clothes on. "What are you doing?" Fuse said lazily as she stirred from her half-sleep.
Jared punched in Trillious Prime's coordinated into his Hopper Bracelet. The portal opened up. By now, Fuse was fully awake. "I'm glad you came to your senses, Jared." Said Fuse as she started through the portal. Jared grabbed her arm, spun her around, and gave her a kiss. He pulled back, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this." He said as he gave Fuse a light shove, sending her back through the portal.
Jared took a deep breath. He picked up his weapons, and walked to the entrance of the tunnels.
"Here goes." he sighed as he plunged into the darkness.
To be continued... | Part 5-The Eye of the Storm by Blatzvack | [
"Canine",
"Cheating",
"M/F",
"Passion"
] |
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be making my ideas canon.So sorry to disappoint you.
*A Beginning*
***
'*Thoughts*'"Speech"(Pokespeech)*(Telepathy)*
***
Under a blue afternoon sky, below the high branches of a forest east to LakeVerity, a single figure could be seen walking down a roughly-made path.
His name was Zeke, and you could tell by his appearance that he traveled down this path a lot.His clothes were worn and had multiple scratches and tears in it, and his body didn't look all that better either.From head to toe, he was covered in scratches and bruises; he even had a scar that cut vertically across his right shoulder, but was currently covered by his crimson t-shirt and a black, leather jacket.
The 18 year old was walking home, tired from his long day at work.As he walked down the self-created trail in a pair of brown hiking boots and an old pair of jeans, he reviewed the events of his day.
He worked at the local lab run by the famous professor Rowan.He managed to get a job there after he showed the professor one of his most unique talents.Though, even if it did pay well, most of it went into his local bank account.
You see, Zeke could talk to Pokemon.Even he didn't know how he did it; he used it to his and others advantage.
Zeke worked at the lab as a Pokemon translator, his only request was that the professor to keep his gift a secret.Whenever the professor had trouble understanding a Pokemon's needs, or was working on a new study, Zeke wasn't very far behind.Most of the Pokemon at the lab trusted and even befriended Zeke, him understanding just about anything they wanted to talk about.Many of them found that Zeke would understand the problems they were going through, and he would keep it a secret if they asked.
Today though had been a slow day for him and as such, the professor had let him take the day off.All in all, Zeke's life at the lab was pretty relaxed, although none of them knew of his life outside of the lab.
Speaking of home, Zeke saw the wooden cottage he called home through the branches and undergrowth of the forest.Although it wasn't much, at only being two rooms large, it was what he had known as home for the past two years.
He walked up the creaking, oak steps and up to the front door, ready for a hot meal, and nice nap.
As he opened up the door, he wasn't surprised to see a shiny Quilava sleeping on his bed.Instead of the normally seen, navy blue fur that could be seen on a Quilava's back, she had a ruby red coat.Also the tan that could be seen on her underside was also shade darker than the typical Quilava.And while seen awake, if she felt herself or Zeke threatened, she could have bright orange flames burning across the top of her head, and across her back, but since she was asleep, the flames were put out, revealing the bright red colored hot spots of her fur that the fire would ignite from.
'*Ah, typical Scarlett*.'Zeke had long since grown accustomed to coming home to see the crimsoned-furred Pokemon sprawled on his bed, or outside, just exploring parts of the forest.He was sure that Scarlett would be surprised when she woke up.
Although he only had to go to work three times a week, he typically didn't get back until late in the night.Zeke chose that he'd leave the fire type on his bed; he needed to get dinner ready anyway.
One drawback to living out in the forest was the lack of electricity.The only form of electric power Zeke had in his home was a gas-powered generator in the back that he managed to get from the professor.Although it was small, creating just enough electricity to power Zeke's refrigerator, it was quiet and clean enough to not disturb the forest or its inhabitants.
Today though, that little fact didn't matter as Zeke had managed to get some fresh fish down by the market.One great thing about living to a town so close to a lake would be the constant stock and affordability of fish.With the large Trout in the fridge, Zeke got a fire going in the shack's fireplace.
Within minutes, Zeke had a nice fire going, his years of experience making it all the easier.As he waited for the coals to cool down to an appropriate temperature, he remembered the day he had met the Pokemon who he considered family.
* 2 Years Ago --*
"Ugh, oh man, where am I?" a 16 year old Zeke asked to no one in particular.
'*The last thing I remember was... wait a minute, I can't remember anything*,' Zeke thought as he staggered to his feet.'*Well, standing around isn't going to get anything done*.'
With that thought in mind, Zeke started scouting around, looking for anything that might tell him who he was.The only thing he seemed to remember was his name, but it wasn't like that was going to help him much at the moment.Eventually after several minutes of fruitless searching, he finally managed to find what looked like some sort of weapon on the ground.It was placed in a black sheath with his name on it, so he assumed it was his and strapped it onto his pants.
Now that he found something, Zeke gave up the search, but promised to come back later.Just as he was about to head to his right, something caught his attention.
BANG!
Well, one thing for sure, it was loud.So Zeke, ignoring his instincts screaming at him to run the other way, headed in the direction he heard the loud noise.
It was a few minutes before he found anything.Just as he was about to give up he heard the sound again, and this time it was a lot closer.So with more caution than before he continued onward.
As he was about to break through the undergrowth in front of him, he stopped as he heard voices on the other side.
"Did you see where they went John?"
"No, I think we lost them again Greg."
"Well, lets not stop now, we almost have them."
With that, Zeke stayed as still as possible until the two, he guessed, poachers were gone.Once he was sure he wouldn't be heard, he emerged from his cover and followed the two mysterious men.
He hadn't been walking long before he heard them yet again.
"Alright now, come nice and quietly, and we won't have to hurt you."
Zeke decided to take his chances and peek through the brush, and what he saw shocked him.He saw two large canines, both with tan fur on their chests, but while one had navy colored fur on its back, the other had a ruby red.They also both had flames that spread across their shoulders and the back of their necks.When he took a closer look he even noticed a smaller version of the creature with red fur cowering behind the larger one.
The one with navy fur, the male was his guess, ignored the human and responded by using a flamethrower.Sadly, it scared the two gunned men and they opened fire with their MP5s on it.The poor guy never stood a chance; Zeke looked away as he heard the dying cries of the creature.
"Well, that's one more Pokemon out of our way."
Zeke was stunned at the emotionless tone of his voice.He just killed, even murdered, and yet he talked about it like it was an everyday thing.He continued to watch as one of the poachers aimed for the second one and yet again opened fire.Meanwhile Zeke just continued to watch on helplessly.
He then remembered something, the weapon he found.He knew he'd probably regret it in the morning, but at that moment he didn't care.The only thing he cared about was saving the lives of those two remaining Pokemon.
So being extremely cautious, he slid the object out of its sheath, finding it to be a large hunting knife, and slowly stood up.He readied himself for what he was about to do, he'd be damned if he watched them kill the little one.He saw that the closer of the two had his back to him and so he threw the knife, hoping for all miracles to get a hit.
Lucky for him, his aim held true.The knife flew through the air, embedding itself in the back of the man's neck.He was running, already halfway to the man as the guy died instantly.He made a grab for the man's rifle knowing he only had a few seconds.He aimed at the second man just as the guy looked at him.
Zeke didn't even give the man time to speak as he emptied what was left of the clip into the guy.Once he was sure both men were dead, he fell on his bottom, the adrenaline going away.He looked over at the creatures known as Pokemon and was surprised to see the mother talking to the younger one.
He scowled as he saw the critical condition of the scarlet canine.He felt sympathy for the smallest one, who was obviously still a child.He decided to try and talk to her, knowing that her time was quickly coming to an end.
***
He noticed that as soon as the two noticed him, they gave him their attention.
"Uh, hey," Zeke said, feeling a little awkward from the stares.
(Thanks human,) the mother greeted, her voice ragged and forced.
"You talk!" Zeke screamed, not expecting that.
(You can understand me?) The mother asked with her voice full of curiosity.
"Uh, yeah, I can," Zeke answered, calmed down from his initial shock.
(Well then, that changes everything, thanks for saving my daughter human.)
"Yeah sure, don't mention it; I just did what any person should have done."
(What's your name?) She asked.
"It's Zeke, and you?"
(My name's Venus and this is my daughter, Scarlett,) she said, motioning toward the child.(Zeke, I know it's sudden, and we don't really know each other at all, so I wouldn't know if this would be a mistake, but could you take care of Scarlett, like an older brother.We both know I'm not going to survive much longer, and if you were willing to get yourself killed to protect us.Well, I feel I can trust you with her and besides, there's no one else to do it.So could you Zeke?)
"Yeah, definitely, how could I say no?"
(Thank you, Zeke,) Venus continued, (could you give me and my daughter some time?)
"Sure," Zeke said as he turned around, "I'll be right over here," he said as he pointed to the edge of the clearing.
Once out of earshot of the two Pokemon, Zeke decided to take a look at the damage.He felt a bit squeamish as he looked at what he guessed was the father of the group.He continued turning his gaze until his eyes came on the first man he killed.He walked up to the guy and reached down to grab his knife, he might need this later.As he took a look at the last man though, he was scared to realize he didn't feel any sort of sympathy for the man, in fact, he felt almost happy that he was dead.Yet, that was what scared him more than anything.
He took another look at the couple and felt his heart sink as he saw Scarlett curled up next to her mother's motionless body.
'*Wow, poor thing, she just lost both her parents, even worse she had to watch both of them die right in front of her*,' Zeke thought as he headed over to Scarlett.
"C'mon Scarlett, let's get out of here, I don't like to be around this much death."
Scarlett didn't answer; she just laid there, staring off into space.Zeke exhaled a sigh and picked her up, wrapping her in his arms, and started carrying her away from the site.After a few minutes, Zeke felt his heart break, as he finally heard her break into sobs.
* End Flashback --*
Zeke was brought out of his thoughts as he heard Scarlett stir behind him.After the incident, Zeke had later learned the name of her species were Cyndaquil, while her parents had been Typhlosion.Of course, within the past two years, Scarlett had since evolved into a Quilava.
Zeke ran a hand through his spiky, black hair as he continued to sit on a chair in front of the fire, waited for the Quilava to wake up, his bright blue eyes staring at her, unflinching.Zeke prepared himself for the barrage of questions he would receive.Although Scarlett had taken on the sisterly role in their relationship, she'd also taken the motherly.
She claimed that it was because she wanted to keep Zeke out of trouble, but he knew it was she did it because if Zeke had learned anything it was that Scarlett's biggest dream was to have little pups of her own.The thing that had puzzled Zeke though was despite the years; Scarlett never took on a mate.Whenever he brought it up though, she'd just use an excuse like 'I didn't meet anybody special this year' or 'no Zeke, I still haven't found the right guy.'Zeke's attention was brought off though as he realized he wasn't staring at Scarlett anymore, but into a pair of ruby red eyes.
(Daydreaming again Zeke?) Scarlett asked.
"Scarlett, there's this new thing, you might have heard about it, it's called personal space," Zeke rebutted as he stood up and went back to attending to dinner."So, what did you do today?"
(Nothing much, walked around a bit and then slept on your bed for the rest of the time.I'm guessing that your day hasn't been much either since your home early.
"Nope it wasn't, but anyway, dinner's ready."
(Really, great!) Scarlett said as she did a little flip off of the bed and headed to the second room of the small home.
Zeke followed her, now wearing a pair of hot oven mittens, holding the hot grate he had over the burning coals.He grabbed a plate from the small selection he had and placed the metal grate in the sink, taking off his oven mittens, he also placed the cooked fish on the fresh plate.
On his way to the table, he also made sure to grab the bottle of meat seasoning sitting in one of the cupboards and a long cutting knife from one of the drawers.The one thing that Zeke always did enjoy about buying the fish instead of catching it was the fact that it was already gutted, meaning it was ready for you to eat at any time.And as he placed it on the table and cut it into two different portions, he and Scarlett dug in.
***
"So we have any plans today?" Zeke asked, grabbing a Pecha berry from the basket at the center of the wooden dining table.
(I don't at the moment, why?) Scarlett answered.
"Well mostly because it's only 5:48 and I've got nothing planned."
(You want to go for a walk, maybe you'll think of something, and if not, the walk itself can always count for something.)
"Yeah, guess your right, let's go I guess."
With that, Zeke and Scarlett left the small cottage, no real plans in their head at all.
***
They'd been walking for about ten minutes before Scarlett decided to strike up a question.
(Hey Zeke, back there when you were daydreaming, what were you thinking about?)
"I don't know if I should be saying this, but I was having a sort of flashback of the day we met."
Scarlett just remained silent.
Zeke realized his mistake too late and quickly apologize, "Listen Scarlett, I'm sorry for bringing it up."
(No Zeke, it's fine, really, I got over my parent's death a while ago.I'm not saying I've recovered, but I can talk about it.Besides it's just like you always say, talking about things always helps, right?) Scarlett responded, flashing Zeke a happy smile.
"Right Scarlett, it's great to see how much you've progressed since then."
(Well Zeke, I wouldn't have been able to if it hadn't been for you.Heck, I wouldn't even be alive if it weren't for you.If there's one thing I do know, it's that there's a lot I owe you for.)
"Scarlett, you don't and never will owe me anything.I promised your mother to be an older brother to you, even if we're different species, we're family, and that's what families do for each other.They show their support and confidence in you when you have none for yourself.That's why I did what I did back then.And let me tell you something, I don't regret any of it, Scarlett, and I'd do it all again if I had to.Now, come on, no more of this negative talk, let's try to think of something more uplifting."
And as their discussion continued, so did their walk, and eventually, they were once again standing in front of the cabin they called home.
"Well Scarlett, we should probably be going to bed soon, I can't believe we've been gone for almost four hours.Let's go in before it gets any darker outside, C'mon."
(Right, Zeke,) Scarlett replied as she followed Zeke and entered their quiet little home.
***
Now Zeke was lying on his bed, Scarlett curled up on top of his chest, as he stared at the ceiling, random thoughts going through his head.
'*Man, do I wish something exciting would happen for once.My life's great and all, but sometimes I just wish for some excitement.Times like these I wonder if maybe I should become a trainer.I mean, I never went on my own, because with Scarlett losing her parents and all, it just didn't seem right, but it has been two years since then.Who knows, maybe Scarlett would like to travel too; she already does it on a smaller scale whenever she's exploring our home.I'm going to have to think about it.Not to mention, it'd be awesome to meet all the different kinds of Pokemon in the Sinnoh region.I just need some kind of push.Oh well, maybe something'll happen tomorrow.*'
With those thoughts in mind, Zeke gave in to his body's exhaustion.
* Dream Sequence --*
He was standing in some sort of cargo hold, all the walls, and even the floor were made of some kind of metal.When he noticed his reflection on the wall, he took a good look.His appearance didn't look much different from before, but his clothing looked new and well taken care of, instead of the tattered version he wore.He also noticed that his skin had fewer blemishes than before, many of the cuts and scrapes he got on a daily basis were all missing, but there were still some there.
The big difference was the items on his back.The thing he eyed the most though were the twin swords that were sheathed and both had to be at least three feet long.On top of those was some sort of pack that mixed a small oxygen tank, a daypack, and a parachute.Unfortunately he didn't get to see much else as he turned away; noticing what looked like a metal door in front of him.
All of a sudden he heard what sounded like an intercom turning on in the tight space."Alright Zeke, this is Echo 4, we're almost at the drop point, hope your ready to drop the package."
He then spoke himself, "All set Echo, and the package is ready for drop."
His confirmation was followed by a load screeching noise as he noticed the door in front of him opening."Alright Zeke, this is a scout mission, your to scout the area and report your findings.To avoid any detection we're committing to a standard HALO jump, so you might not want to look down."
He heard himself again, "Yeah, yeah, I've done the all before Echo, let's just go already."
"Right Zeke, prepare to drop package in 5... 4... 3... 2... Go!Go!"
On signal, Zeke felt himself take off at a running pace and leapt out of the hull of the plane, and...
* End Dream --*
BANG!
Zeke woke up to a start as the gunshot went off, waking him and, sadly, Scarlett out of the realm of dreams.
(What's happening!?)
"Scarlett, calm down, it's just a group of poachers."
Sadly, one other negative to living out here would be the hunters and poachers that came through, often waking him and Scarlett up in the middle of the night.It looked like he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.Well as the saying goes, if you can't fight them, join them.
"Scarlett, you want to go check these guys out, they're probably here to catch some rare Pokemon and sell it.Of course, they're on our property, and you know how I don't take kindly to those kinds of people.So you want to go?"Zeke asked.
(Uh, sure Zeke,) Scarlett responded now that the initial shock had gone away, (it's not like I'll be getting any more sleep tonight anyway.)
With that Scarlett hoped off the bed and waited for Zeke to get dressed, since he often chose to sleep in his underwear.Once he was ready in his usual outfit, he grabbed the .243 Winchester caliber rifle he kept for emergencies, and he and the Quilava set out to find the cause of the disturbance.
Zeke was thankful for the full moon as he and his sister set out.It helped him see better in the dark, even if all he really needed was for Scarlett to lead him, since she could see even during a new moon.One of the advantages of being a Pokemon, he guessed.
One thing he knew he could always count on though was his sense of direction, as one of the first things Zeke had done was map the surrounding area in his head.From what he heard before, the gunshot sounded like it had come from the direction of the lake, so that's where he and Scarlett were headed.
After a few minutes of walking however, he and Scarlett noticed a yellow light they knew to be a campfire up ahead, so Zeke put a tighter grip on his weapon, crouched down and preceded cautiously towards what he could only guess to be the poacher's camp.Once he was hidden behind a bush, he went prone and crawled underneath, Scarlett on his right during the entire time.
As soon as he saw the camp, he knew he'd been right in assuming they were poachers.All the gear was camo themed.Camo tents, camo bags, even a pair of camo themed .22 caliber rifles leaning against one of the two tents, well at least now he knew he outgunned them, if nothing else.
The two poachers themselves were sitting around a campfire, dressed in what, why camo of course.'*Wow, a little over the top it seems, these two look like their about to go out to war*.'
Once Zeke's attention was back on the poachers, he noticed they were having a discussion; he strained his hearing, hoping to hear what these two were doing.
"Jake, where do you suppose she went."
"I don't know Brian, but we've come too far to give up now."
"I agree with you and all, Jake, but don't you think we're pushing it a bit, we've been following her for almost a week straight, she has to be just as tired as us, getting some shut-eye tonight is not going to make a big difference."
"Ugh, as much as I hate to admit when you're right Brian, you're right.Getting some sleep tonight won't make much of a difference, so let's hit the hay, and be up again early tomorrow."
"Right," Brian replied as he dowsed the fire with a bucket of water, ridding the clearing of the light source.
Seeing that he wouldn't get anymore out of the conversation, Zeke crawled out from under the bush and stood up, wiping himself off.He looked down to see Scarlett doing the same."Well Scarlett," he whispered, "looks like we have a rescue to be made."
Scarlett just nodded her head, (well one thing's for sure, we can't let those two get that Pokemon, and do you have any ideas as to what she might be?)
"Nope, sorry Scarlett, all I got was that she was really rare, maybe if we're lucky it'll be a dragon type."
(Zeke, you hope every Pokemon's a dragon type.)
"Hey, it doesn't hurt to dream, and you know I have a bit of a dragon fetish."
(Fine, fine, let's go, we'll have most of the night to look it seems so let's get started now.)
With that thought in mind the two headed west, their first guess to find the Pokemon, being the lake.
***
Lake Verity was like a local tourist attraction, with the natural beauty of the lake on its own, and with all the way to rumors of a sleeping Pokemon beneath the lake, it could attract the attention of just about anyone.That wasn't why a guy and his Pokemon were at the beach for though.
Zeke and Scarlett had been searching already for the past half hour.While they had managed to cover most of the east shore, the west was going to be a bit more troublesome.The terrain was a lot rockier, and there were actually a few caves that something could hide in.All in all, unless they found something soon, it looked like another long night ahead of them.
***
Another hour later, they still had nothing, if they didn't find something soon; they'd have to call off the search.Although Zeke was willing to fight for himself or Scarlett, he wasn't about to put his life up against these hunters for some Pokemon he didn't even know.
Just when they were about to head into the final cave, Scarlett just sort of stiffened; Zeke knew that she had probably just found something with her nose, and not to interrupt.
(Zeke, follow me, I think I found her.)
With that, Scarlett took off, not into the cave in front of them, but into the forest behind.Zeke followed without hesitation a second later.Keeping up with the Quilava was no easy matter though, because while her body was small and could weave between tight spaces, Zeke had to crawl under trees, over rocks, and sometimes had to go around an area all on its own, needless to say, he lost track of her on several occasions.Eventually though after about ten minutes of following her, he noticed they were approaching a cave that he'd realized he never saw before.
He also looked just in time to see Scarlett run into said cave his last thoughts being, '*Well, I'm definitely not turning back now*,' before he too entered the dark recesses of the cave, his gun pointed at the ready.
With the sunrise still yet to happen though, it was difficult to see much into the cave."Hey Scarlett, could you give me some light?"
The cave was then brightened by the flames igniting on the hot spots underneath her fur.Zeke's attention though wasn't on the Quilava, but the Pokemon next to her.As he lowered his gun he exclaimed, "Oh Crap!"
(Yeah, I know, they said they found a rare Pokemon, but a Latias!)
In front of Zeke laid a red dragon.She had wings in place of feet, and a teardrop shaped body.She also had a blue triangle on her chest, and two arms she could pull against her body to fly at faster speeds.She was also covered in a down of red and white feathers, which Zeke knew, she could redirect light with to become invisible or even create a whole new appearance.Although, at the current time she wasn't doing anything since she was unconscious, asleep most likely due to exhaustion.
"Dang!Scarlett, I think our task just got a whole lot harder.I mean a freaking Latias; I always said I wanted to meet a dragon type, but definitely not one like this.Scarlett, how'd you find her though?"
(Personally Zeke, I don't know.I think she was using telepathy, but your guess is as good as mine.)
"Well I guess that doesn't really matter much, we need to get her home, she definitely can't stay here, those poachers might find her.Well I'll carry her, but I need you to take point 'sis, protect her from any obstacles."
With that said Zeke put down his rifle, put his hands under the fainted Latias, lifted her up and put her in a comfortable position on his back.He was surprised that even though she was only about a half-foot shorter than him, she was incredibly light, probably not weighing anymore than 90 pounds.
"C'mon Scarlett, let's hurry up and get out of here," he announced as he picked his gun up once again.
***
"Arceus, what a night," Zeke said as he lay down on his bed, next to the resting Latias.He had also put his rifle back in its case under his bed.Too tired to even take off his clothes, he just lied on top of the bed covers.
The trip back, to Zeke's appreciation, was not filled with anywhere near as much excitement as the trip in the opposite direction.They were also really lucky with the Latias, when Zeke finally checked her, her injuries were a few minor cuts and bruises as it seemed she was only suffering from exhaustion, one good night of sleep and she'd be fine.The only thing that was bothering Zeke was how quiet their little group had gotten since he and Scarlett had discovered the Eon Pokemon.He knew it was because similar thoughts were going through her head like they were for him.One thing's for sure, he had a lot of questions to ask this Pokemon when she woke up.
Now though, Zeke was just tired, being up all night had definitely taken its toll on him.And as Scarlett once again curled up on his chest, lying next to a new Pokemon, Zeke felt himself give in to his body's needs.
***
A few hours later Zeke was once again awoken from his sleep, not by someone else, but by his own stomach growling.'*That's right; I haven't eaten anything since that fish I bought yesterday.I bet Scarlett is hungry too and that Latias is probably starving, so I guess I better get started on breakfast,* ' taking a look at the clock he added, '*or a late lunch*.'
So Zeke slowly picked Scarlett off of his chest, placed her on his right side, and went into the kitchen.Zeke took a look at the small space trying to figure what to have for lunch.The cupboards lined against the far wall were mostly empty of filled with some sort of spice or seasoning.He could try to get something out of the fridge to his left, but that really only had some drinks in it to keep cold.
He decided his best bet was to gather some berries outside or have some Pokemon food from out of one of the cupboards.'*Well, with our guest I'll probably want to stick with something natural, so berries it is I guess*.'So Zeke grabbed the berry basket that he kept on the dining table in the center of the room, and opened up the screen door in the far right corner and headed to a tree where he knew he could find the best Oran berries.
***
Zeke returned 15 minutes later with a basket piled high with berries.Since he hadn't known how hungry the two Pokemon were, he'd decided to just be safe and grab as many of the blue colored berries as possible.He brought the basket with him into the main room and placed it on the night stand next to his bed, since it was one of the few pieces of furniture he had in the room.The other three being a dresser where he kept spare outfits, all of which needed a trip down to the local tailor, the bed, which he was standing at the end of right now, and a chair in between the fireplace and the bed.
He walked up along the left side of the bed until he was standing over the Quilava, reached out and shook her a bit, all the while whispering, "Scarlett, Scarlett, you need to get up 'sis."
One of the things he had always found weird between the two of them was while he'd always been a light sleeper, his sister definitely wasn't.Eventually though, he did manage to wake her up.
(Huh?What?)
"Hey Scarlett," Zeke whispered again, as he got down on his knees to be at her eye level, "you need to get up; you can't sleep the whole day away."
(Can't I just sleep in a few more minutes?) Scarlett asked with her eyes still closed.
"Sorry Scarlett, we have to go to town today, and I need to do some errands, especially now that we have our new friend to take care of."
At the mention of the Latias Scarlett just about jumped up.(Oh, I thought that was all a dream.)
"Well you weren't dreaming, C'mon, I brought breakfast," he explained, pointing over towards the filled basket.
A few minutes later they were sitting at the end of the bed, both of them munching on a berry, waiting for the Latias to wake up.
(So you think she'll get up anytime soon?)
"I don't know Scarlett, but we aren't going anywhere until she does.I am not taking any chances with those poachers around."
(Understood Zeke, but can't we just nudge her just a bit,) Scarlett asked, doing her best impression of a tackle.
"No because of two reasons.One, I've seen how you like to get others up when you're impatient, and you'd probably end up hurting her more than anything.Two, we don't know how tired she is, so it might be unhealthy not to let her get the rest she needs."
(Come on Zeke, pplleeaassee?) Scarlet pouted, doing the best attempt she could muster at puppy dog eyes.Zeke just laughed.
"Scarlett, how long has it been since that's worked on me?"
(A couple of months,) Scarlett mumbled, having given up trying to tempt Zeke.
"Exactly, and what did I say about it?"
(That it was your biggest success since rescuing me,) Scarlett continued to mumble.Zeke just laughed at her embarrassment.
Suddenly the Latias started shifting on the bed, both the other two in the room suddenly quieting down and behaving almost motionless.
Zeke noticed her face was scrunched up in a painful expression; she seemed to be having a bad dream, well it looked like she wasn't waking up after all, false alarm.
(So, are you going to do it?) Scarlett asked next to him.
"What?" Zeke asked, caught off guard by Scarlett's question.
Scarlett explained, (Zeke, you're the most attentive person I know.When we were younger, right after my parent's deaths, I had nightmares all the time about it.Somehow you knew that, and whenever I woke up, I'd always find myself in a hug from you.Zeke, I know you might not realize it but you're probably one of the biggest reasons I got through that time. You kept reminding me that even if my parents had died, I got a new family in return.)
"Wow, Scarlett I..."
Scarlett cut him off, (And before you say something like 'I didn't know' Zeke, realize that that's what makes you even more special, you somehow do those things without even realizing what your doing.So as I was asking before, are you going to do it?I know that you can see good and well that she's having a nightmare, so go and be the big softy I know as a brother.)
"Ok, before I say anything else, I'd like to make one thing clear: I am not a softy."
(Yes, you are,) Scarlett replied, a big cheeky Quilava grin spread on her features.
"No, I'm not, and also, you really think of me like that?"
The grin on Scarlett's face was replaced with a serious expression, (Yes, I do Zeke.Now stop wasting your time with me and go help that Pokemon.I'll be in the kitchen with breakfast if you need me,) she said, part of it mumbled as she grabbed the basket of berries in her mouth, carrying it with her to their dining table.
Now that Scarlett left, Zeke had no real choice except then to pay attention to the Pokemon in front of him.He was a bit hesitant about this though, if she woke up, how was she going to react?Unfortunately, since he didn't know anything about the Latias, he was basically stuck.
Due to the size comparisons, he'd be unable to put her in his lap like he would with Scarlett so Zeke spent about five minutes before he finally found a comfortable position for both himself and the Eon Pokemon.He finally opted with just sitting on the edge of the bed, the Latias' head in his lap while he rubbed her head and ears.
After about five minutes, he felt the Latias start shifting again, but this time he was sure he heard her mumble something.As he strained his hearing to hear what she was saying he managed to pick out a few words.(No... mom... dad... no, please don't.)
The only thing Zeke could feel at that time was like an idiot.One of the first things he had done when he had found SandgemTown was find the local library and learn all he could about Pokemon.One great thing about having the professor's lab in town was that he had almost a limitless account of information in the library.
He'd learned about all the known Pokemon specie currently discovered, the attacks they could learn, and had even gone as far as to learn different techniques of how to use those attacks.It was also there that he had discovered his obsession with dragon-type Pokemon, the different appearances and sub-categories amazing him to no end.
One of the things he'd learned about Lati families was their family groups.Whenever a Latias gave birth, she always gave birth to twins, a Latios and Latias.The parents would then stay with the kids until they found mates or grew to full maturity.Another thing was the Latios' protective nature of his sister, the young Latias usually being the weakest member of the group.The only chance of finding a Latias alone would be if the rest of her family were separated or, even worse, dead.
That meant that the reason that this Latias was alone most likely had to do with a lost family, dead or otherwise.Having to deal with Scarlett's depression, he felt sorrow and sympathy for the young legendary.And as Zeke continued his pondering, he failed to notice the waking Latias.
***
'*Ugh, what happened?*' the Latias thought to herself.'*The last thing I remember is entering that cave, and then, nothing.I must have fallen asleep.Arceus, I was tired, those humans just don't give up, those two have been chasing me all week.Wait a second?It doesn't feel like I'm sleeping on a cave floor, so where am I?Oh no!Please don't tell me those two poachers found me when I was asleep.*'
Afraid to what she would see, the Latias hesitantly opened her eyes.She was surprised though, not to see one of the poachers she was accustomed to, but a human boy and that could only mean one thing.
'*How did a trainer found me?Was he nearby and saw me or...*'
Her thoughts were discontinued as she saw that the boy noticed she was awake, and spoke to her."Uh, hey there," he greeted, a nervous smile on his features.
***
Zeke had stopped rubbing the Latias' head when he felt her stiffen.Once again, he knew from experience with Scarlett that she'd just woken up.But unlike Scarlett, she might find being rubbed by a complete stranger not so comforting.
He was surprised though to see her looking right back at him.Feeling suddenly really nervous, he said the only thing he could think of at that moment, "Uh, hey there."
*(Who are you?)*
"What?" Zeke questioned, wondering where that voice came from.
*(Down here,)* He heard it again, but this time also an audible sigh coming from below him.
Looking downwards, Zeke figured it out.
'*She's using telepathy to speak to me*'
"Who know, you don't have to do that, I can understand Pokemon, really," he explained.
Although he could tell she was a bit disbelieving, she tried anyways, (Alright, what did I just say?)
"You said, 'alright, what did I just say'.There, do you believe me now?"
(Not quite yet.)
"Not quite yet," he mimicked.
(What are you doing?)
"What are you doing?" he repeated.
(Stop that,) the annoyance clear in her voice.
"Stop that."
(Alright, alright, I believe you,) the Latias said as she rose from his lap.
Zeke just had a silly grin plastered on his face, answering, "good."
(Well, now that we have that out of the way, once again, who are you?) She asked, repeating the question from before.
"Name's Zeke, and you are?"
(My name's Julia but why do you want to know my name, don't you trainers just pocket us and call us whatever you'd like.)
"Well, one, I'm not a trainer.And two, I'd only give you a name if you didn't have one."
(Wait, you're not a trainer?How else would you have managed to find me?)
"Actually, it was my sister who found you, not me.I was just with her at the time."
(How did she find me?Did she see me flying or I don't know, but how?)
"I'm actually not sure, you'd have to ask her yourself, she never really told me either.Hey Scarlett, could you come in here for a 'sec."
Expecting to see a human girl pass through the door, she was surprised to see a shiny Quilava come out.
(Yes Zeke, what is it, is there a problem?) Scarlett asked.
"No problem Scarlett, our new friend here just wants to know how you found her."
(Well Zeke, it's like I said before, I don't know.I just had this sudden feeling that I knew where to look.My best guess is some sort of psychic reaction.)
(Well I guess,) the Latias admitted, a little embarrassed, (I might have sent some sort of call for help while I was asleep.)
"Hm, guess it makes sense, anything else?" Zeke said, not really interested in the conversation at hand.
(Zeke, if you're not a trainer, then why is there a Pokemon right in front of us?) Julia asked with an accusing glare.
"I already told you, she's my sister, albeit my adopted sister, I still view her like a younger sister, even if we are different species."
(What do you mean by adopted?) The Latias asked.
Scarlett went back into the kitchen; Zeke knew it was to avoid the approaching conversation, while the Latias floated there confused.
"I mean that it was her mother who asked me, a final request I guess you could call it."
(Oh,) the Latias whispered, suddenly a lot more downtrodden, (What happened?)
"Personally, I don't really know, Scarlett doesn't like to talk about it.All I know is that I woke up with no memory and one of the first things I see is Scarlett's father being torn apart by gunfire.I didn't even react fast enough to save her mother.I don't know how I did it, all I know is that her mother's and father's deaths caused something inside of flare up, and I used the adrenaline to kill those two poachers, but even I know I just got lucky.If they'd been paying more attention, I probably wouldn't be here either.It's stupid really, that a Pokemon here is worth just about as much dead or alive.It's one of the reasons I'm so distrusting of humans.I could count all the humans I respect with the fingers on one hand sadly."
(Wait, you lost your memory!?)
"Yeah well, I don't know what happened.I woke up and all I knew was my name and apparently a few fighting techniques."
(Oh wow, I'm sorry, guess maybe I judged you guys a little too quickly.It's just that the last eight years of my life have been heck because of humans.I guess it just sort of happened.I mean when I lost my... family...) the Latias just resolved to shaking her head lowering down to the bed, her head filled with bad memories.
Zeke, not expecting something like this, did the only thing that made sense.He put his arms under her, lifted her up to his level and wrapped his arms around her in the best hug he could muster.After a few moments like this, he could feel the Latias shaking a bit, small cries escaping her lips from time to time.Zeke just sat there, offering words of comfort to the Lati, but otherwise staying quiet.
***
Unknown to both Zeke and Julia, a pair of scarlet colored eyes were watching the tender moment between the two.Scarlett just smiled, yet again proud for her older brother, but couldn't help but to feel a bit of jealousy towards the Latias, wishing it were her having the moment with Zeke instead.
Zeke was always trying to find a mate for her, yet what he failed to notice was that she had already chosen her mate; he was just completely unaware of it.For the past two years, her small crush had gotten stronger and stronger as the days went by, until she'd come to the final conclusion that she was in love with her older brother.She didn't care about the difference in species; it was his personality that she was in love with.
No matter what he was doing, he always made sure to make a space in his day for her.And while he had his moments of immaturity or stubbornness, it was those faults that she fell in love with too.He rarely spent any time brooding, but spent his time fixing something so he had no reason to brood or complain.He rarely got angry, but when he did, he exploded, but he always kept control and he'd never directed any of his anger at her.The one thing that had been the icing on the cake though was the comfort he always gave whenever she was reminded of what happened with her parents and how he had consoled her just as he was doing now with the Latias.
He was also a mate her instincts approved of as well.He provided her with shelter and food for everyday; he was willing to put himself at risk for her safety as he had done multiple times in the past.And even her instincts knew that he'd make a great dad one day, and all that was just the top of the list for her.
Her thoughts and feelings for Zeke went blank as she saw the Latias calming down, Zeke loosening his hold around her.
***
Zeke loosened his hold on Julia as he heard her sobbing calm down and felt her relax into his hold.What surprised him was when she spoke, (Zeke, thank you.I really needed that.)
Zeke grinned at her appreciation, "hey, don't mention it, Julia.You needed a shoulder to cry on, everybody does from time to time, I just happened to be closest."
Julia just giggled a bit, shaking her head from side to side, (Zeke, you need to learn not to be so modest, take some credit for once.)
"Ya, Scarlett says that a lot too," his expression looked a little sullen suddenly as he thought of something, "so I guess you'll be leaving now, right?"
(What!?) Julia asked, caught off guard by the change of subject.
"Well, you distrust humans, which mean me.And you're used to traveling which I don't do all that often, so why would you want to stay here?"
Julia felt tears come back to her eyes as she realized what Zeke said was true, but shook it off and suddenly a determined look crossed her features.(Zeke, you're my first friend in eight years, I can tell you have no harmful thought directed at me, and Zeke, let me tell you something.Traveling isn't any fun when you don't have anyone to share the experience with.)
"Julia, what are you...?"
She cut him off as she knew what he was going to ask, tears in her eyes yet again, (Zeke, I'm saying I want to stay here, I don't want to leave, I don't want to be alone again.So please Zeke, please can I stay,) she finished as she pulled Zeke into an embrace of her own.
Zeke didn't hesitate for a second before answering, "Julia, of course you can stay, why would I say no.Just realize that I can be a bit dense sometimes."
Julia smiled at Zeke's answer pulling him tighter into their embrace.Meanwhile a Quilava in the other room couldn't help but let a single tear of happiness roll down her cheek.
***
Zeke, Scarlett, and their new family member, Julia, were now all sitting, or in some cases, floating around the table, enjoying a breakfast of Oran berries while discussing any plans for the day.
"So Julia, are you going to come with us?" Zeke asked as he took another bite out of the Oran berry in front of him.
(What?) Julia asked, questioning what Zeke could mean.
"Oh sorry, I forgot I never told you, today's mine and Scarlett's shopping day.We're going down to the market to buy any supplies we'll need for the next week."
(Oh,) Julia responded with a new understanding, (I guess I will since it's not like I have anything else to do, and it would be nice to get to know the area a bit, especially if I'll be staying here.)
"Right well, then first we need to do something about your appearance.I don't need every poacher and hunter in Sinnoh paying us a visit because some trainer sees you in town."
(Well, I can make myself look like a human.Would that work?) Julia asked as she made a grab for another berry out of the basket at the center of the table.
"That's right," Zeke said in realization, "Latias and Latios have feathers that they can use to change their appearances.But if it's just a trick of light, couldn't someone feel the real you if they made a grab for you?"
(Actually, I put a psychic barrier around myself so it feels like I'm a real human, even if I'm not really.)
(Oh wow, really!I wish I could do that,) Scarlett suddenly piped up, interested in the current conversation.
"Ok, well then, Julia, let's see what you got, and then we can head down to the town market."
Julia rose from her spot at the table and went into a corner of the room.She closed her eyes, and went through all the different combinations in her head.She eventually settled on a brunette girl who had hair that went down to her mid-back.
When she felt the change she opened her eyes but was confused to see Scarlett appear to about burst out laughing, and Zeke who had a deep blush on his cheeks.
Her questioning expressing was answered when Zeke closed his eyes and exclaimed, "One word Julia!Clothes, give yourself some clothes, damnit!"
While Zeke was panicking, Scarlett, unable to hold it in any more, burst out laughing, and almost fell off the table.Julia blushed too as she realized the problem, and closed her eyes to try again.
***
Zeke opened up the front door to the cabin, holding it open for the brunette girl and Quilava behind him.Julia, after the first failed attempt, had settled on something simple.She'd gone with a white top with black jeans, and a pair of brown sandals.
Zeke now walked down the rough path to town yet again, his old friend on his right, and his new one on his left.This, Zeke decided, was definitely a start to a great day.
***
*End of Chapter 1*
*Pokedex Entry*
Cyndaquil, the Fire Mouse PokemonFire
It has a timid nature. If it is startled, the flames on its back burn more vigorously.
Quilava, the Volcano PokemonFire
It intimidates foes with the heat of its flames. The fire burns more strongly when it readies to fight.
Typhlosion, the Volcano PokemonFire
It attacks using blasts of fire. It creates heat shimmers with intense fire to hide itself.
Latias, the Eon Pok copyright monDragon, Psychic
Its body is covered with a down that can refract light in such a way that it becomes invisible.
Entrees written from the Platinum Pokedex
*Zeak's Team*
Scarlett
Age 16
Species: Quilava
Element: Fire
Shiny
Julia
Age: 18
Species: Latias
Element: Dragon, Psychic
*Trainer's Info*
Name: Zeak Ironfist
Age: 18
Current Location: A path east of LakeVerity
Region: Sinnoh
Badges:
None
End Note: For those of you who don't like me adding a legendary to the story, please be aware that Julia will be the only legendary Zeke will ever come into contact with.Latias just happens to be my favorite Pokemon, so I needed to add her.
Ok, a few minor things I am altering about the Pokemon universe.
* I'm bumping up the team roster number from six to eight.Why?Because I have the entire team already figured out, but to fit all of the members I had to bump up the number just a bit. Having eight slots will also give Zeke a bit more versatility in battles, but before anyone starts accusing me of giving my character special treatment, please be aware that his opponent may have eight Pokemon as well.Finally, why should anyone complain about this, I'm just adding two more Pokemon than what Zeke would normally be allowed to carry around.
* Pokemon can learn more than four moves.Why?This one's simple, is your dog or cat limited to only four tricks?No, they're not, so why should Pokemon.Also this happens to be my biggest frustration when playing any Pokemon games.Besides, in the anime, Pokemon still aren't limited to only four moves.
That's really all I can think of at the moment.Anyways, if you have any questions, compliments, advice, or complaints, please SEND A REVIEW!I may have altered the story, but I still consider myself a complete amateur when it comes to writing.
Also there's a new poll on my fanfiction.net profile, check it out.
Finally for anyone wondering, yes I love dragon types, so you can expect probably two more additions to Zeke's team.
*See Ya!* | A Lone Guardian - A Beginning by ironfists456 | [
"Adventure",
"Character Development",
"Human",
"Intro",
"Pokemon",
"Romance",
"Story Series",
"Violence (Not In Yiff)"
] |
Mommy's Little Dragon
Lyella lay softly in her bed, her baby snuggled up against hir, snoring softly. Well, Ramie wasn't hir baby technically. The little dragon scooted closer to his adoptive mother, wrapping the snake morph with his two pair of feathered wings. Lyella churred softly at the gentle caresses. Shi curled her tail around his purple scaled tummy.
Hir maleness throbbed, needing attention. Ramie had a sixth sense about his mommy's arousal, or at least it seemed that way to her. Of course he might, after all he was the reason shi was a herm after all. Big, beautiful green eyes opened, peering at her, a smile coming to his muzzle. "Good morning, Mommy." the dragon purred, hugging the snake with all six paws.
"Is my baby hungry?" Lyella cooed, though 'baby' was a relative term, as Ramie was as large as Lyella was and about twice as heavy. "Mmmhmmm" the dragon murred, shifting in the bed. Unlike most dragons he had a rather short neck and blunt snout, somewhat like a cat. He also had a mane of soft navy blue hair. Ramie was covered, aside from the underbelly, with short black fur. His wings had black feathers which faded through purple to become blue at the tips. His long horse-like ears also had the same coloration, save for the soft pink interiors. A pair of short white horns jutted from his temples.
Ramie flicked out his long, forked tongue, curling it around his mother's maleness and began to suck. Lyella knew hir baby loved to suck, since he nursed on just about everything. Shi thought back to what had lead to the discovery of hir lovely dragonlet and the changes to hir body that came with him.
Shi, then entirely female, had become separated from the remains of her unit after a battle. There was almost no one left. They had fled into the swamp, where the wolphen were reluctant to tread, saying something about evil spirits. The only evil Lyella had found were the wolphen males. The better equipped and trained wolphen had slain all the males in her unit, and all those females they couldn't subdue.
She had been held down by two of the female wolphen as the biggest male ripped her armor off with his powerful claws and mated her violently. Bleeding and terrified, Lyella had managed to make a break for it, slipping into the waters of the swamp. The wolves pursued her, howling with glee at the hunt.
The little dragon had saved her life. A strange cry had rung out and the wolphen had become panicky; they suddenly looked afraid. They then turned and began to flee. Lyella had swum towards the noise, more afraid of the wolphen then anything the swamp could put against her. Anything in the swamp would just eat her.
Instead of a fearsome beast she'd found a the little dragon inside a small cave, not much larger then a newborn kitten. The dragonlet had been late born, Lyella had found it's two siblings dead just outside the nest. The little creature had trotted towards her, raising up onto it's back legs, waving four paws in the air, peering up at her longingly.
It had jumped on her, and began to lick her wounds. To Lyella's surprise they began to heal. Her cuts, scrapes, and claw-inflicted gashes faded quickly under the little dragon's tongue. Then it began to lick her where it hurt the most, where the alpha had violated her. The pain ceased, and was slowly replaced with a nice feeling.
Despite the pain having faded, the little dragon continued to lick her, nibbling her clit gently. All Lyella could do was lay back and moan as the dragon continued to 'nurse' on her clitty, she was worn out from her flight from the wolphen. The feelings from the dragon's suckling began to grow and change, before Lyella knew it, she had a six inch cock protruding from hir legs, with the entire length buried in the dragon's throat.
Shi could barely gasp as shi came for the first time, sending hir seed into the dragonlet's awaiting tummy. The snake lay there panting, blue and black scales covered with sweat from hir first loving sexual experience. Then the tiny dragon began to slip his head into hir femsex. Still too tired to resist, Lyella just gasped softly, bucking hir hips as the dragon proceeded to crawl inside hir womb.
The kitten sized dragon made only a tiny swelling in Lyella's belly with his presence. Shi curled hir tail around herself, both paws holding hir tummy as shi slept peacefully, a soft tingling drifting all over hir body.
Shi awoke the next morning to find that hir tiny bumps of breasts had grown tremendously, heavy and filled with milk, and not only that, but shi had another pair of them as well. She felt well rested, not like shi'd been in a battle and spent an entire night fleeing for hir life.
Lyella had returned to hir village, getting hir dismissal from the military when shi appeared with a bulge in hir gut. Being the only survivor from hir unit, those who weren't dead were wolphen slaves, which was just as bad. Lyella had been granted some meaningless medals, and a modest monthly pension.
The money was more then enough for hir to take care of hirself, and hir little dragon. A few months after he crawled in, the little dragon wriggled back out, twice the size he'd been. The little dragon had saved hir life, shi would care for him in return.
The snake morph had named him, and raised him as best shi could. He was kind, gentle, and shy around strangers. But Ramie loved hir very much, and shi loved him as well. Even at his current size, and the age of three, the dragon still enjoyed suckling at his mother's breasts, their milk flow only increasing over time.
Other things had also increased over time. Hir member was huge, nearly eighteen inches long and three thick, but Ramie still took it into his mouth easily. He nursed on hir cock, relishing hir seed just as much, if not more then hir milk. He had become hir mate as well, filling hir with his own member from time to time, though he wasn't quite as big as his mommy.
He would even ask hir to mate his tailhole from time to time, though truth be told he seemed to enjoy it more then shi did. Lyella preferred the soft, smooth forked tongue curled around hir big lavender shaft.
Ramie slid his paws beneath hir, cupping hir buttocks and pulling hir cock deeper into his mouth. Lyella lay back, hir paws wrapped around his ears, stroking them as he sucked hir off. He was very good at this, and he could keep hir on the edge of climax for as long as he wanted, drawing out his mother's pleasure.
Sadly they could no longer partake in one of their favorite things. A year ago Ramie had finally grown too big to be able to slip inside Lyella's femsex, and into hir womb. Shi missed the delicious weight inside hir as shi slept. It felt strange to curl up to hir baby, and have him be the same size as hirself.
The dragon snuck a clawtip into his mother's pussy, teasing and stroking hir. Ramie slid an entire finger in, then two, and then his entire paw. The act caused Lyella to moan loudly, hir juices spilling out onto hir tail. He pulled his paw from hir gushing snatch, slipping one finger into hir cunt, and the other into hir tailhole, causing Lyella to howl. He knew shi couldn't take that for long.
And shi couldn't. Within a few seconds shi arched hir back, climaxing violently from hir dual sexes, a feast of juices for hir baby to lap up, which he did in quick order. Ramie picked hir up, laying his mother on his belly, wrapping her with his wings, hugging hir to his chest. "Oh goddess! That was incredible, Ramie!" Lyella gasped.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mama." he cooed softly, hugging hir with all four forepaws as well. "I have a surprise for you, Mama." the dragon said with a smile. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?" Lyella asks.
"I'll show you." he purred, rolling hir onto the bed and sliding off, standing on his hind legs. "I've found out what these are for." he said quietly, indicating several patches of shiny scales on his belly, chest, and tail. There were also spots of them all over his front forelegs, his hips, and down above his sheath.
"Well what are they for?" Lyella asked, curious. "Roll onto your belly and face away from me." Ramie asked, his mother grinning and following his request amusedly. "Well, ok, but what are you going to do?" "Just watch!" Ramie says happily.
Lyella felt a sudden warmth on the tip of hir tail, and found Ramie's paws gripping hir body. The warm feeling began moving quickly up hir tail. She looked back to see Ramie pulling hir... into himself? He stood on his hind legs, lifting Lyella into the air, then letting hir go.
The snake morph suddenly found most of hir body inside hir dragon, everything below the neck inside of him, hir head poking out of his chest just above the breastbone. Shi could feel hir tail down inside his own, and hir legs bunched up inside his. "Now, slip your arms straight out to the sides." the dragon said, amused. Lyella did so, and found hir arms and paws inside Ramie's central legs.
"Do you like it, Mama?" the dragon asked, looking down at the blue and black reptile. "It feels nice and warm, like an allver hug. "But I, uh... I can't move." Lyella wriggled, trying to get free, but to no avail. "You're not supposed to be able to." Ramie purred, laying down on the bed.
He placed his paws behind Lyella's head, tilting hir gaze downward. Shi gasped, able to see hir own scales through the wet looking patches of transparent scale. Ramie stroked his mother's light lavender hair gently. "Don't be scared, it's just like my being inside of you: soft, warm, wet, unable to do much more then wiggle."
Ramie rubbed a claw over the patch of scales where Lyella's breasts appeared, their size distorting the dragon's underbelly a bit. The snake shivered, as it was like shi could feel through the scales. "I... felt that. Like I was a part of you." Lyella says, astonished.
The dragon chuckled, the shaking jiggling Lyella around a little. "That's because you will be soon." he says, petting Lyella gently. The snake herm wriggled, trying to pull free, but found shi couldn't. "Let me go! C'mon, this is no time for jokes, this isn't funny!" shi howled.
He just nuzzled hir head gently with his snout. "It's a part of my life cycle, to take a female like this. We'll become one body, male and female. It's the only way to reproduce without a dragoness."
Ramie continued to nuzzle and pet hir. "It won't hurt, I'd never hurt, you, Mama. You fed me, took care of me, kept me warm and safe inside you. Now I'm going to do the same for you." The dragon licked hir softly.
"But I don't WANT to be a part of you!" shi pleaded, beginning to cry. "Ssssh, sssh, sssh. Don't be frightened, it's not going to hurt at all. It'll feel wonderful. Haven't you ever dreamed of being a big, strong dragon? Haven't you ever wanted to feel what it's truly like to fly, not just ride? Our belly is going to feel so wonderful filled with eggs. Won't it feel great to have tiny dragon suckling from you again, wriggling sweetly inside you? Hmm?" he cooed in hir ear, placing a paw on the patch of scales above hir crotch.
Lyella closed hir eyes. He was right. Shi did think it would be wonderful to have a belly full of hatchlings, having tiny dragons nursing from hir. "What, are you giving up, Mama? You still get to be with me, we still get to mate and play with each other. I'll always love you, Mama." he purrs.
The snake herm yelped as something warm and wet pressed against hir tailhole. "Sssh, this is the first part of our joining. Just let me in, Mama, it'll be ok. " he said, running his tongue over hir cheek. She gave a little bit of resistance out of instinct, but relaxed, letting the probing tentacle like part of Ramie inside.
Shi could feel a sweet tingling inside hir body, causing her to moan softly. "What's happening?" shi asked in curiosity. "I'm absorbing nearly all of your organs, you won't need them. I breath for you, I eat for you, my heart pumps enough blood for both of us. But you can still breathe, and you can still eat, you're just linked to me. The parts of your body that are no longer needed will vanish, used as fuel for our fusion."
Lyella shivered, Ramie was basically eating most of hir alive. Feeling hir anxiety he attempted to calm hir. "You'll be ok, you don't feel any pain, do you?" "No." Lyella admits. "Just relax, this is going to feel kind of tingly at first..."
Dragon and serpent gasped as their nervous systems linked. Lyella could feel Ramie's powerful body, his paws, his wings, his tail. The delicious full feeling of hir presence inside him. Hir own arms, legs and tail fusing with his own, adding their muscle mass to his own. The transparent patches of scales dissolving as hir own skin replaced them.
Shi could feel a strange feeling spread across places of hir... their body. "Wh-what is that?" shi asked, more curious then frightened now. "The last of our changes, one I'm sure you'll enjoy."
"What's thAAAAAAH!" shi gasps, feeling hirself filled with dragoncock. "Prehensile, large cock." Ramie said, smiling. "Mmmm, so that's what it feels like for a female." the dragon purred. Lyella could only gasp, feeling cock and cunt simultaneously. "Oh Ramie, this feels so... so... mmmm!"
"Yes, Mama, it feels wonderful." he said, bringing all four forepaws up to stroke their breasts. Ramie began to growl softly, Lyella could only gasp at the overwhelming sensations of their body. Dragon and serpent howled as they climaxed, Lyella's body filling with seed, femcum gushing from around the serpentine shaft, and even more seed spilling onto their belly from Lyella's cock.
"Can you feel it, Mama?" Ramie purred, petting hir softly. "The tiny dragon lives beginning to grow inside of us?" "I can!" exclaimed Lyella. "It feels soooo good. Thank you, Ramie!" The dragon's central legs wrapped around their body. "You're learning so fast, Mama, thank you for the hug." he purred, his tongue stroking Lyella's final change, a pair of short white horns jutting from hir temples. | null | [] |
Backwoods by H. A. Kirsch
Warning: this is gay porn.
Featuring Stan ("Strake Was Here", "Stan Gets Fucked") and Clyde (the Hawk stories "Under the Devil's Eye" and "Force of Nature"). Not a hardcore thing like my usual style. Well, not hardcore kinky. A bit of leather stuff, aye.
The setting is a real place, too.
Stan woke up to pounding on his front door. The doberman grumbled and trudged from bedroom to living room to peep hole; there was a tiger standing on the front porch. Sleeveless teeshirt that said "ZILDJIAN" in weird script, cowboy tooled belt and a big buckle, faded-knee jeans, work boots. The tiger was uniquely red and black instead of orange. The dog tucked himself to the side and opened the door to the chain.
"What the hell, Clyde?"
"Howdy."
"Why are you an hour early?"
The tiger pulled out his cell phone. "Looks a lot like 6:30 t'me." He pushed it back into a pocket, push being the right word. The tiger's jeans were a snug fit. "Now, alla Lainsville had a power blip right 'round midnight, probably horsed up your clock. You ain't ready, that's okay. Go on an' do whatever. I got me some coffee an' donuts to wake up with."
Stan smiled, barely. He was still squinting. "Okay. You can come in, my stuff's in this big suitcase here." The dog opened up the door and gave a big fabric suitcase a thump with the side of his foot. "Lemme shower and we can hit the road." The doberman then made his way back to the bathroom, straight for the hot water. A solid five minutes later, Stan towled himself off then went for his clothes, carefully peeking out to make sure the tiger wouldn't see him half-naked.
Once he had his boots and jeans on, the dog snatched up a list from the fridge and bit it in his teeth, then scurried around the apartment putting his tank-top on. The tiger was no longer there, and neither was the luggage. The dog ran around the apartment, going down the list, then swiped his hat and ducked out into the morning. He ducked back in, grabbed his denim jacket, then headed for the big Chevy truck parked on the street.
"Fuck, it's cold. What the hell's up with the weather around here?" He groused, climbing up into the cab.
"Gonna wake up with icicles drippin' off your balls up in Michigan. Had a fuckin' frost last night, saw it on the weather page." The cat started the truck, the turbine kicking up to a soft whine. They lurched off in gear, the big cat's hand going from dash to donut box. "Got some caramels for ya."
Stan took one and munched. "How'd you know I like caramel donuts?"
The red tiger shrugged. "Trash bin's at your office's got th'boxes all the time. Now you ready for some work? My kinda vacation ain't pettin' the sand with your ass atta beach."
"I don't like being a tourist. Just as long as I don't have to shit in the woods. I shat in a patch of poison ivy once when I was a pup."
The cat grinned. "Naw, you just gotta shit in a box on top of a hole in the woods."
Stan met Clyde Barrows when the cat came in to his job to pick up a truck in the dead of winter and the receptionist was unexpectedly off-duty. Something about a mange outbreak at school. Clyde was in charge of transport dispatch at his father's farm, Barrows Agriculture; the name was on every milk jug in Lainsville. Stan worked as a mechanic at Hopswith Truck and Tractor on the far edge of town, and had personally overseen the reconstruction of the finnicky guts of the very truck he handed over the keys for.
The doberman almost screwed up all the paperwork. Clyde was something else. Not especially large for a tiger - the cat was a bengal - but his fur was a shocking deep red and he was a solid pack of muscle. About seven feet tall, barrel chested and always wearing a shirt and jeans that seemed too small, with a dumb-ass redneck accent. Stan had been very glad he was standing behind a counter when they first met, because his cock was leaving a drool spot by the time the cat trudged out.
Stan figured he was never going to see the tiger again, but sure enough, he popped up at the local gym. Clyde could apparently bench-press Stan's entire body weight with just one arm; the dog was only there to do laps in the pool. The two turned into gym buddies; they were both into racquetball, which gave Stan a great excuse to wear a cup so the tiger didn't see Stan carrying around a dog bone.
Five months later and a year after Stan moved to Lainsville from Kentucky, Clyde happened to mention he was going on vacation for two weeks. Stan could sorely use a vacation. Daniel Hopswith, owner and proprietor of the truck shop, was a hard-ass. When Stan climbed into Clyde's truck, he was in for a 900 mile drive all the way to the upper peninsula of Michigan.
Stan hated driving, and relished being able to enjoy a trip without being in the driver's seat for once. The only problem was, he was bored stiff. Plus, there was a hulk of a tiger next to him. At least they both liked rock.¬
"You doin' alright, dog? Figured you'd knock off or somethin', but you look all troubled up," the cat said out of nowhere, somewhere in the middle of Ontario.
"Huh? I'm just thinking. I guess I'm thinking about crummy stuff."
"Well now, you better not be all sour for the next two weeks. Ain't no way to spend some time off."
The dog sighed and shifted in his seat, kicking at the floor mat with a boot heel. "Naw. Nothing really going on. I was just thinkin'. I'm fine. Just let me out to piss on a tree every few hundred miles."
What Stan was thinking: First, that the cat's crotch always looked seriously packed, almost as if the cat had a perpetual hardn. Clyde also seemed to sweat, which left him damp there. It made Clyde think about another tiger he'd run into, and that made him think about his sex life, and that made him feel the resigned sadness that led to his conversation-piece facial expression.
To get the thought to go away, Stan reversed his train of thought until it was back on the tiger's crotch. Luckily, he had his hat and coat sitting square on his lap.
Clyde's cabin was not only in BFE Upper Michigan, but it was on an island. Moose Island was a small town, serviced by ferry, with a shopping district made up of a blinking stoplight and numerous little resorts along the coast. ¬To top that, the actual cabin was on yet another island, Pike Island in Clark Bay, on the southwest side. Clyde's end of the island pointed right out to open Lake Huron, while the frontage aimed at Moose.
Sleeping in tents would have been just a little more rustic. No electricity except for a generator; no running water except for a powered water system that Clyde described as, "A steamin' pile of horse-shit, that's what,"; an outhouse whose door had to stay open to let the smell out; bottled gas which had to be hauled in a boat one mile over water from the bay's marina.
They pulled up in Clyde's Boston Whaler, emphasis on the pulling; it took both dog and tiger to keep the boat against the dock against a steady breeze. "Hope you ain't gonna freak out up here," Clyde said, looping rope on a post. "Ain't no one around 'cept birds an' squirrels an' maybe some coy-yotes. Well shit, you're a dog, you go out an' howl with them sometime."
"Naw, I'm alright with this kind of place. Nice and quiet. Middle of nowhere. I ain't going to Disney World for fun. I want to get away from people." Except tigers.
The cabin smelled a little musty, like dust and pine and kerosene. Stan immediately sneezed, then got out an allergy spray and huffed it up his nose. He looked around the cabin; it was a simple A-frame, with only three 'rooms'. A great room that had the dining and living space, a bedroom, and a kitchen. The space up above the bedroom and kitchen was a loft that overlooked the rest.¬
"Aww crap, it'll get better when it airs out..." ¬Clyde said, frowning at the sniffles.
"New places always make me sneeze," the dog said. Stan peeked into the bedroom. Two double beds. Just the sight of a mattress, unlined with linens yet, made him yawn. "Shit. I didn't even drive and I'm about to pass out."
"All the nice, fresh air, huh? Urrh, and mildew, I guess. Now, you can go an' sleep up top there, but I gotta warn you, if it gets kinda warm out you're gonna bake in your fur." Clyde pointed up to the loft. "I don't snore much or sleepwalk or nothin', so you're welcome down here."
Clyde strode into the bedroom and rummaged around in the closet, then came out with a little camp lantern that barely lit the room. The big cat rummaged around in the closet again and came out with an armful of blankets, dumping them on a mattress, then fetched pillows.
"You don't have to... I mean I can make my own bed-"
"Now look, Stan, you're a house-guest. I got this place, I'm gonna let you have some relaxation." The tiger stuffed the sheet on, then spread out a few blankets. "Get some shut-eye, we gotta open up in the morning."
Stan kicked off his boots, then his jeans, and sprawled out under the sheets. Despite the nose-stinging must and the completely alien surroundings, he was out like someone had beaned him on the head with a rock.
The dog woke up after a dream, startled fully awake. In the dream, he had been taking a piss, but everywhere he did it, he still had to go. He immediately looked down at the sheets, and was relieved to find only his erection making a lump. It had been just a dream. Except for the having to go part.¬
He looked over and spotted the tiger, asleep on his back with his head rolled to the side. Clyde had a similar hardn, his making a big curved tent under the fabric. Stan looked away, then got up and put his pants on, carefully padding around the bedroom. He found a flashlight, glowing with green nite-glo tape, and headed outside.
It was cold, but not nearly as cold as he'd been expecting. The air had a damp clamminess that suggested a warm front, maybe rain. He felt a shiver from having to walk out back near the outhouse in the dark, unable to shake some little human fear of the dark. He pulled out of his pants, and started spraying around the base of the tree. It wasn't easy; like the fear, he couldn't shake the image of the heavy-sleeping cat with the swollen, hidden erection.
After a good two minutes of stop-and-start, Stan sighed with relief and leaned on the tree. He replayed the image in his head, watching as the sleeping cat's brawny chest rose and fell half-exposed, muzzle parted now and then. He applied a little imagination, watching as the cat grew his erection from nothing, a lump appearing in the sheet, tail twitching and swaying as it nearly touched the floor.¬
The doberman shook his head and tried to clear it up. Thanks to the fantasy, he was more than just hard; he was wide awake. He thought about going back, but what if the cat saw him? What if he couldn't sleep? What if he came in his sleep, sheets around his ankles, groaning and whimpering as it splattered all over?
He reached down and smoothed over his shaft, then started to tease the knot. He squeezed and tugged slightly, shuddering and leaning back against the tree, careful to keep from brushing a leg against the piss-wet bark. He imagined sliding under the sheets with Clyde, feeling all that short tiger fur brushing against him. He imagined rubbing against the cat's big pecs, face stroking the muscle, then reaching back to lift the cat's cock. He imagined sitting back, and just as the thought of the fat shaft entering him came up, he throttled his knot and seed started spitting out of his cock. He clamped his muzzle shut with a hand, hips bucking forward, seed flinging out of the tip of his cock and landing in lines on the ground.
The headrush of orgasm died away, leaving Stan with a gaping hole in his consciousness. Doubt and anxiety rushed to fill it. What if Clyde came out to the same spot to piss? How could he get rid of the smell? The doberman sighed and trudged back to the cabin, carefully coming back inside, padding silently back to the bedroom. He scuffed his feet clean on the rug and then tucked back into bed. One look over towards the tiger showed no signs of awakening; Clyde was all but snoring, deep huffs swelling and contracting his body.
No longer burning with desire, Stan felt sleep overtaking him again despite the roaring silence. He rolled away towards the window, bundled himself up in the musty sheets, and disappeared.
Stan woke with a start, ears jerked forward. Had there been some kind of sound? The opposite bed was empty, sounds and smells coming from the kitchen. The dog went to pull his pants on, but found he hadn't even taken them off after his excursion. Drowsy, he got up and put on his denim jacket, then wandered into the kitchen.
"Sorry, bowl fell outta th'cupboard there," Clyde said, pointing a thick finger in the direction of the offending object, now sitting on a cluttered counter.
"Nah, about time I got up anyway," Stan said, peering over into the skillet Clyde was working. Eggs. Bacon was already draining on a pile of paper towel, toast sitting on a flat griddle. "Looks good."
"Gotta get some go in us, bunch of work today. Gotta put in the water line, get the damn fridges started, maybe see 'bout the cranky-ass generator thing." Clyde sounded completely unfazed by his task at hand. Stan nodded, then wandered out of the obscenely tiny kitchen and had a seat at the dining table. Looking in the door, he pretty much just saw red and black stripes.
"So why do you have a cabin up in BFE Michigan, again? On a fucking island?" Stan asked, looking at a few knicknacks on the table. Pudding-stone coaster, agate and glass decorative dish.
"Buddy of mine, big ol' nasty wolf, bought a cabin up here. Long story why. Came up with him, thought hell, nice little town place. Saw it was for sale..."
"Are you kidding? You just bought a cabin for the hell of it?"
"Wasn't too much. 'Sides, uh, kinda got a little plan. Maybe gonna take over at the marina-thing for th'bay. I'll run that story later. Here we go, let's stuff things in our damn pie-holes for now."
The first mental image that Stan got when he heard "Stuff things in our damn pie-holes" was not food. He squeezed his legs together. Clyde came out with two big plates holding a couple Texas-thick toast slices, three eggs, five strips of bacon each. Stan gladly took his and dug in. Despite having done nothing but sit in a truck for hours on end, lift some stuff, then sleep, his stomach felt like a black hole.
Halfway through his second piece of toast, Clyde piped up. "So... uh, Stan, if you gotta take care of anythin', you don't gotta go outside."
Stan stopped chewing with a piece of bacon sticking out of his muzzle, ears swept back. "What?"
Clyde inserted the rest of his toast, talking with his mouth full. "Said, if you gotta take care of yourself, you don't gotta go outside an' do it in the shitter or on a tree or whatever. I ain't gonna watch. Just say somethin' and I'll roll over."
The doberman found his appetite completely destroyed, only chewing on the bacon so he didn't end up drooling all over the table. "Uh, hmm, uh, sure, I guess."
"Just y'know, wanna make you feel at home. You ain't gotta fold up a napkin on your lap or ask all nice t'get some salt sent down there. If you're all riled up, just, uh." The tiger left it at that, returning to his food. The conversation didn't restart.
After breakfast, Stan milled around in the bedroom, hauling his suitcase up onto the bed. He dug around inside. Clyde walked in, holding one of the dog's flashy sharp-toe boots. "You gonna tromp around up here in these things? Gonna wreck a fancy pair of boots."
The dog felt a swell in his crotch. Was it Clyde? Was it Clyde fondling his Sendras? "Uh, well, no, that's dumb. I got these." He pulled out a pair of decidedly worn over-calf combat boots. Then, he went about pulling them on.
"Whew, you an army dog?" Clyde said, eyes fixing on the black, laced leather.
Stan laced up one, then started on the other, crunched over. "Naw. My brother. Well, he used to be. Got out on disability."
"Hurh," Clyde said, leaning on the curtained bedroom doorway. The wood creaked slightly at his bulk. "That why you got his boots?"
"Funny thing is, it was just a real nasty wound. Chest shot. He was okay, but they sent him home. Two weeks later, bus sneaks up on him, he turns and jumps outta the way. Uh, well, maybe like three quarters of him jumped." At this description, the tiger winced, tail curling up against the curtain and twitching with feline shiver. "After he gets out of physical therapy, wheelin' around, he says, 'here, you get my boots.' Just gives 'em to me. Figured I gotta wear them, you know? Not like he can anymore."
Clyde had a strange look on his face, his typical droll interest mixed with genuine brain stirring. He pushed off from the door. "Well now, guess that puts me out for a little dip in th'lake. Wouldn't wanna have you wreck 'em trompin' around out there. Besides, big cats love the cold water."
The tiger wasn't being facetious. He tore down to his boxers - something that was more reasonable as the cold snap was giving way to an alarming warm front - and waded right in at the rocky shore. "Aww fuck!"
"Are you okay?" Stan was standing by a metal pipe, holding a pair of pipe wrenches. Clyde waded over to where he'd tossed a black waterhose into the cold of Lake Huron.
"Damn cold!"
"I thought you liked it?"
"Still damn cold!" Clyde ignored the hose for the time being, and waded out until his boxers dunked. Instead of a yell, he let out a roar. The sound was loud enough that Stan had to flick his splinted ears back, then pin them to his head. "Don't you mind that. Unh, now you gotta put that end'f that black tube thing on th' brass check valve..." The tiger started to instruct. Stan held up the two components. "Uh-huh! An' you screw it on real good. I gotta hold it down here so it ain't gonna flop around."
The doberman did as instructed, wrenching the two pipes together. The water hose was really more like a really long plastic pipe, and sure enough, as he started cranking, it slipped out from where Clyde had been standing on the end and ¬rose out of the water. The red tiger wasn't looking, and the metal valve end swung over and whacked him in the balls.¬
"Hey! I ain't said t'start screwin-" Clyde started to yell, then tilted sideways. The yell turned into a wicked snarl as the tiger went down, crashing into the water. He actually sunk under, a foot rising out and sending a flick of spray out over the surface. The water kicked up, then Clyde rose out of it, fur pinned down by the water. "Son of a bitch!"
Clyde came out of the water, but his boxers didn't. The fabric fell off his left thigh and floated around on the surface. Meanwhile, Stan got a very clear look at the big cat's pendulous, uncut cock. "That's gotta be seven inches soft," bounced between Stan's ears.¬
"Shit! Sorry about that! Are you okay!"
"Fell over!" the tiger yelled back, and started wading for the shore. "Landed on some damn zebra mussels! Fuckers are sharp!"
Stan found it hard not to look at the tiger's crotch as Clyde made his way out of the water. The cold had the feline's balls snugged up tight, and the shaft even looked like it was starting to get hard. Before Stan could really orient himself to any kind of arousal, he happened to glance down at a rock by the cat's big foot. The white limestone was being splattered red. "Oh shit, you're bleeding!"
Clyde looked down, eyes going wide. He lifted up his hand; there was a new stripe a couple inches long about five inches up from the wrist. "Fuck."
Stan whipped his shirt off and ran up, almost sending himself flying into the water as one of his boots skidded on an algae-slicked rock. Before Clyde could tell what hit him, Stan had the fabric wound up painfully tight around the tiger's wrist. "C'mon, let's go up to the cabin, see if that's real bad or just kind of bad."
The tiger looked stunned and upset, tail bristled with thick spikes of wet fur. He followed without a word, trudging wet up to the porch. Stan rummaged around in the house, frantically digging through unfamiliar closets and cupboards, assembling a few bath towels and an armful of first aid supplies. When he got back out onto the porch, Clyde was sitting on one of the deck chairs with a dull stare. The white shirt bandage had a big red blotch.¬
"Okay, off with it. Lemme see how bad it is." Stan actually had to remove the shirt forcibly, no easy task with the way Clyde was clutching it onto his wrist. The gash welled with a little blood, but not the outpouring from before. "Not that bad. No need to uh, run to the hospital. Or take the boat to the shore to the ferry like a hundred miles or whatever it is up here."
"Uh-huh," Clyde said, trembling.¬
"So, first, we gotta clean this off." Stan uncapped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and dumped it out all over the wound. The cat grunted, but there was no telltale fizz. ¬"Oh, shit. What the hell? It's not expired... maybe it froze or something." Stan set it aside and grabbed a bottle of betadine. "Well, big guns. This is gonna hurt." He opened the lid and squirted it right along the gash. Clyde's fur started to stick out - damp as it was - and the cat snarled, backing the deck chair up until it wanged into the side of the cabin. The tiger was beyond words for a moment, clutching at his arm. After a solid minute, out came a sterile gauze packet, quickly dotted brown by the disinfectant.¬
"You, uh, know what you're doing," the tiger said, swallowing. Stan looked up, concerned. "Naw, I mean, you... you do."
The dog picked up an aerosol can of something and read the label. "So I wanted to be a doctor, but I... I couldn't afford it, I mean my family couldn't, I couldn't even have three pairs of pants. I'd do things like fix up pets when they'd get in fights, uh, maybe my bro when he'd get banged up in sports. Ended up in community college, I mean it was free, and I was gonna be a paramedic." The dobie stuck a little spray straw in the can nozzle. "Went out on some drive-alongs... that was kind of freaky, but not that bad. I'm not really scared of blood or anything. Then one time, we got called out to fuck nowhere, some agro plant. Out there, uh, these guys are always stealing fertilizer for meth. Sometimes they try and get ammonia, like the pure stuff so they don't have to get it out of the other stuff. It's like... ammonia really likes water, and people are like eighty percent water. So if you go to siphon it, and you're all whacked out, you just.. like you use your mouth, and then, uh. It's really gross. I saw this guy, like this human raisin, and thought shit, | Backwoods by Hawk | [
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I can't do this for the rest of my life."
Clyde made a face. "Man."
"You wanna keep making that face? You're gonna need it, this numbing shit hurts," Stan said, and doused the wound with a frosting of the spray. Clyde yowled out, arm flexing up hard, muscle cording up under the damp fur, down his thighs, across his chest, up his neck. Stan stared at it, fearful that the red cat would piston him in the chest, awed by the moment of sheer ferocity. Clyde groaned and slumped down against the deck chair after a few more seconds.
"Ungh. Kinda going numb now. Guess it's working." Clyde sighed. "So how'd you end up messin' around inside truck engines an' shit?"
Stan put on a pair of oversized plastic gloves and took out a tube that said "Liquid Stitches". "Went to a guidance counselor at the school. Said, 'I don't think I wanna do this, I got freaked out.' He just looked me right in the eye and said, 'Maybe you just wanna fix stuff.' Well, I guess I do." Stan squeezed a bead of clear stuff on the wound, then squeezed it shut. Clyde looked away and flinched while the dog held on. "Hell, I love fixin' stuff. It's great. No blood unless I bang my knuckles."
"Wait, uh, if you gotta put some kinda glue on me, shouldn't I be gettin' all sewed up?" Clyde said, peering at the red line that used to be bleeding.
The dog shook his head. "Naw. I've used this stuff before. If it gets all infected, we gotta go off to a clinic. There's a clinc, right?"
Clyde nodded.
"Good. Well, I guess you're all good. I can't believe you sliced your arm on a zebra mussel," the dog grinned, and handed a towel over. His usual anxiety was quelled for a moment at the pride of accomplishment. Large, brutish animal felled by injury, made well by dog. "So what else do we gotta do today?"
"Finish th'damn water line, start the fridges, maybe fix that damn water pump unless you wanna grow real big upper arms, cut up some wood, some bear got into the bar-bee-que an' we gotta fix that..."
Stan just whistled.
The tiger had a mini TV, which Stan watched while Clyde was turning a few steaks over on the re-assembled grill. The weird weather was explained by some unusual early-season tropical disturbance that had run into Texas and hurtled on up to the Great Lakes. The cold snap was busted by a warm snap, which had some kind of cold front inside it, in between really warm and not so warm but not so cold. Stan tried to figure out exactly what the weather forecaster was saying; he had a strong Upper Michigan accent and didn't seem to have the poise of a regular newscaster. Plus, the picture kept freezing.
Picking up the TV, Stan went out into the back yard, walking around until the picture cleared up. Against his logic, he had to lean right up against a large tree. While the weatherman blabbered on about Severe Weather Potential and late-night small-crafts advisories, the doberman leaned and watched Clyde tend the grill. The tiger had all the subtlety of a brick wall. Clyde reminded Stan of another tiger the dog had met, but without the extreme personality deficit. Where the other tiger had been a supreme prideful jerk, Clyde was just stoic and no-nonsense.
The red cat was also approaching. "We gonna get twisters or somethin' with all this muggy air?" he said, coming up the path and past the doberman.¬
"I guess there's a storm watch tonight. Maybe early morning. That's kinda odd for bad weather, ain't it?"
The big cat shrugged as he stood up to a tree. Stan's ears swept back when he realized what the tiger was doing. Both hands disappeared in front of the cat, followed by the dull pop of metal buttons through denim, then an intake of breath, then a groan and the hiss of urine splattering on the ground. Stan instantly grew hard, the image of the tiger's hooded cock entering his mind, attached to a thick body, pissing like he had no cares.
The dog turned around before he was spotted and started waving the TV around, as if it wasn't working right. "Never seen a waterspout. Plenty of tornados," he said. Ears still back, he clearly heard the cat's flow waver, then turn to a few squirts, then the rustle of heavy denim and the crack of sticks as the cat turned and came back. Instead of going to the grill, Clyde stopped at the cabin, coming out wiping his hands. That made Stan feel a little better inside; that other tiger surely wouldn't wash his hands after taking a piss.
Stan's day had been packed. He ended up finishing the waterline, with instruction from Clyde, then spent the better part of it literally tearing the generator apart. The engine hadn't been maintained by the previous owner, and by late afternoon it was puttering along quite well. Stan had needed a bath, which he took in the frigid lake; thankfully, Clyde busied himself with something else. Stan had been afraid of the cat showing up just in time to see a very naked dog emerge from the cold water.¬
Dinner was more than satisfying; despite literally being meat and potatoes, the steak was perfectly seasoned - if a little rare - and Clyde had some magical recipe for home fries. Then, more work. Clyde dug around for all the extra boat rigging for the Boston Whaler that ferried them back and forth to the mainland, lashing the craft up well enough to survive a hurricane. Stan, who was going around with brush trimmers, came out onto the dock for a break.
"Wow. Got enough rope?"
Clyde paused, crouched next to one of the dock posts. "Always kinda freak about this stuff gettin' away in a storm," the cat replied.
Stan looked out around the bay. It was shockingly quiet in terms of other people; no boats going by, no jet-skis, no shore fires. Out towards the lake, the horizon was covered in clouds. The light dimmed out a little as the sun blotted out behind one. "Yeah, I guess that'd suck."
"So you like this place so far? Or a lil' too rough?"
The dog completed his 360. "Kinda quiet. But I like it. Never been much for city kind of stuff. Even Lainsville's a bit too uh, bustling?"
"Well, we got a one-stoplight town up here. Well maybe two, it's kinda in two pieces. I mean like, over there." Clyde pointed a thick finger towards the 'mainland'.¬
"That's just about right," Stan grinned, and went back shorewards.
Stan was completely beat, but as soon as he dropped into bed, he couldn't sleep. Once Clyde was settled in, after all the bed creaks and rustling, it was painfully quiet. Every so often, the trees bustled outside in a little breeze, but no surf crashed against the rocky shore. The dobie drifted along, slowly approaching half-awake, then the dizzying swirl of sleep, only to stir for some reason. Maybe it was a sound from across the room; even though Clyde didn't thrash around, the tiger made noise simply by virtue of being large and lying in a shoddy bed. Maybe it was something outside, the eerie rush of a breeze through aspens, the occasional squeak of boat rigging or water-slap on the hull.¬
Unlike Clyde, who stayed in the same position for tens of minutes at a time, Stan couldn't stay put, rolling over and over. Finally, he sat up and grabbed for a bottle of water on the floor, slugged, then lay back down.
"Kinda hard t'get used to up here, huh?" came a low, pillow-muffled growl.¬
"What?"
"Th'quiet. It ain't loud up here. No cars, no boom systems, no sirens, no shit."
Stan shrugged against the sheets. "I guess so." He looked over to Clyde, the tiger facing the wall, pillow clutched under his head, tail lying along the sheets. Every so often, the tip curled up, then down, or perhaps the whole thing moved enough to droop off the bed and then rearrange itself. Stan found it hard not to look at the red and black tail. All his stub ever did was itch and wiggle back and forth.¬
"I uh, I gotta apologize for this morning," Clyde said, rolling over just enough that he could look upwards, craning his head around. Stan felt water pour down his spine, fur trying to prickle up. Not only were Clyde's yellow eyes just black pools in the dark twilight, but there was only one thing the tiger could be referring to. "I'm damn scared of blood. Bet you thought you were gonna get all sliced up tiger-style."
Stan's ears perked. That wasn't what he was expecting. "Oh. Oh! ¬Yeah, no problem. I'm kinda surprised I did a good job... does it still hurt or anything?"
"Kinda hurts inside, all weird. But it ain't bleedin' or nothin'." The tiger felt at his bandaged wrist. "You sound all funny 'bout somethin'."
Stan sighed. "Naw, it's nothin'."
"C'mon, I don't want you thrashin' around tryin' to sleep. You eat somethin' funny? Water ¬up here sometimes ties you up in knots for a few days. You need a lil' nightcap or somethin'?"
The dog chuckled. "No, no, I just thought you were gonna say something else."
Clyde was quiet for almost a minute. Stan felt stupid, ears hot, and rolled to face away, looking out the window. He thought he saw the horizon above the trees flicker faintly. The tiger finally piped back up. "Oh. Well... now, Stan, you're just m'guest. You know, I want you all comfy about stuff. I don't want you goin' out to shiver your balls off just 'cuz you got wound up in a dream or somethin'."
Stan listened, head swimming. It was impossible that someone was actually saying this to him.¬
"I ain't gonna look if you wanna do that. Hell, I'd go upstairs or go fix a snack or somethin' if you said so. Or you could go upstairs, but I tell you, it kinda echoes up there."
"I just don't really know what to say. I mean, thanks," Stan said, clutching at the sheets. "Just kind of a weird thing to say."
Clyde shifted more, the bed clunking hard against the far wall. "Naw, it ain't really. I ain't all tabboo and shit. It don't matter what you like, you got balls, you wanna work 'em. Maybe you think about givin' some busty girl a pearl necklace-"
"I don't really think so," Stan laughed.¬
"Okay, well, maybe you think 'bout a lil' dip in the pudding."
"Dip in the pudding?!" The dog rolled over to face Clyde. The tiger rolled back to face the wall, obviously as restless as Stan had become.¬
"Oh, you a back door man?"
Stan found himself right at the edge. There was one thing - well, a lot of things, but this was important - that Clyde didn't know just yet. The dog started opening his mouth, but the silence provoked Clyde.
"Ohhhhhhh."
The dog felt slightly dizzy. The groan could be the sound of realization, or it could be the sound of...¬
"Well, I ain't gonna mind that one, nope." Clyde said, and yawned with a rowr.¬
The room turned to silence again, and Stan simply tried to will himself to sleep. The flickering outside was growing brighter, and was now obviously sheet lightning. After a good twenty minutes passed, a low rumble welled up from the rocky island. Stan sat up, thinking that maybe he should go work out some piss before whatever storm showed up to soak everything. Clyde wasn't breathing with the heavy huff of a sleeping cat, but he wasn't doing anything to move, half-underneath the sheets.¬
Stan found himself simply sitting on the edge of his bed, watching the cat lie there. Clyde was frankly attractive. Broad shoulders, well-packed muscle, the heavy thickness of a tiger curved and cut in just the right places. The dog wondered if Clyde was simply being a nice host, as the cat claimed, or if he was dropping hints. Stan tried not to drop hints about his own sexuality in any way, and as a result was unusually sensitive to it in other people.¬
With each passing minute, the doberman found himself growing more and more irrational, thoughts slipping from simply tossing Clyde a loaded question sometime, to flatly asking, to trying to flirt. His thoughts ended on the idea of sliding into bed behind the red and black tiger. It was a terrible idea, with potentially grave consequences. It also made him so hard that his knot ached.
The dog slid off his bed, wood floor cold under his feet, a tremble from another roll of distant thunder. He moved towards Clyde's bed, then stood there, unsure of exactly what to do. He'd never gotten in bed with another man, despite the encounters he'd had. Clyde was oblivious, breathing slowly growing heavier, tail slapping as he twitched before sleep. Stan contemplated just touching the big cat's brawny shoulder, feeling through the thick fur, touching the curves of muscle, but if Clyde woke up it'd be all too easy to move back and pretend nothing happened. As aroused as Stan was, giving up seemed worse than giving in.¬
Stan carefully put a knee down onto the bed, then tilted himself to the side, slowly fitting up behind the tiger. There really wasn't any room, although Clyde seemed to want to flatten himself up against the wall so Stan could perch right at the edge of the bed. Clyde smelled good, a kind of spicy scent of fur and sweat, male sex. Stan pressed his comparatively slender body up against the broad tiger, a thrill swelling his cock even further. He tried to keep his hips away, but it was too hard to resist, tip poking at tiger fur. He lifted a hand and gently slid it down the tiger's side, and Clyde stirred. The tiger let out a big whuff of air, the familiar sound of someone waking up, then a low rrruh as he shifted, moving to roll onto his back.¬
The doberman froze, hands prickling as he went from terror that the tiger knew what was happening, to a realization that he'd either have the huge cat rolling on top of him, or pushing him right off the bed to land on the floor with a thud. Either way, he'd be found out. Conflicted for just a second, Stan grabbed around the cat's hips so he at least wouldn't get toppled off the bed. His hand settled right on Clyde's dick; the tiger was hard as a rock, hot and swollen. The feline moved again, another low rrruhhr, tail impacting Stan's thigh, but with no intent to push the dog away.
The dog slid his fingers along the length, flesh moving with them. He slid up off the head, taking foreskin with his fingers, then let ¬the flesh slide back. He touched the tiger's dickhead, feeling the enormous bulge of it, fat like a mushroom, wet already. He gripped at the skin behind the head and started slowly jerking it back and forth over the swollen crown. After a few moments, Clyde stirred, body stretching, Stan forced to quiver to stay in place.¬
"Aww, fuck, Stan... you go get outta here an' get back in your bed," the tiger said.
Stan froze, hand yanked away from the cock. He did or said nothing.
"Go on, git!" Clyde rrowrled. The dog slinked back out of the bed and quickly dumped himself into his own. He faced the window, looking out into the dark night, punctured by lightning. This time, it wasn't sheet lightning; a few seconds after the bolt tore the sky, thunder cracked down to a rumble. Another few seconds, and it started raining hard. Stan thought that was appropriate; his face heated up and he felt like he was going to start to cry. With all that noise, he thought...
A big hand grabbed him by the shoulder and stirred the dog from his moment of rejection. "Go on, lie on your back, we ain't both gonna fit."¬
"Huh?" Stan rolled over, accidentally following orders. As he rolled, Clyde filled his vision, the big tiger climbing into his bed and straddling over his legs, lit up now and then by the storm.¬
"How th'hell am I gonna jack you if you're all lyin' behind me? Huh?"¬
Stan had gone soft when he was ordered out of Clyde's bed; now the dobie's cock was ballooning up again, just in time to be seized by Clyde's big fist. The tiger gave it a couple of shakes, wobbling the shaft around, then squeezed. The dog squirmed, a low mrr coming out of his throat, the sound of a playful struggle. "No, let me go, I want..." he said, staring down at the hard cock jutting from Clyde's crotch. Stan succeeded in wrenching his own erection away from Clyde's big hand, then grabbed at the tiger's, one hand fondling the hefty sac, the other pulling foreskin. Clyde grunted and sunk forward, both arms turned into pillars at either side of Stan's chest.¬
The dobie stopped his eager handjob just long enough to struggle out of his shirt, Clyde's hands roaming all over his chest and shoulders in the process. The dog went back to work, his hard pumping turned audible even over the roar of rain on the roof and the pound of thunder, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. Clyde's tail curled and lashed, smacking against Stan's feet.¬
Clyde's orgasm came suddenly, the cat's cock swelling and starting to jerk, the tiger's body arching down close to Stan's chest, head twisted to the side, muzzle gaped open. Stan barely had enough time to wrestle himself further down before wet gouts of seed erupted from Clyde's swollen dickhead. The cat didn't have the firehose squirts that always filled porn videos, just healthy fat arcs of white mess. Stan stared, ears pinned back as he watched the hot fluid pump from the tiger's cock all over his pecs. Much of it squirted right down the trough between his flat, hard muscles, dribbling over his shoulder, over the front of his neck. The dog panted hard, cock swollen, pushing up against Clyde's tail and rump.
After a few heavy breaths, the big tiger climbed off Stan and perched at the side of the bed. He seized Stan's cock again, thick fingers of one hand hooked around and behind the knot, pulling and squeezing. The other made a tight fist-hole and barely stroked back and forth. The doberman's instinct took over, hips pumping upwards, jerking Clyde's knot-squeezer up and down, shaft fucking into the tiger's fist. Stan's sense of self drained into wild abandon, hands pawing at his chest and face, feeling slick and cooling seed against his hot chest and satin fur, the mess smeared onto his own muzzle as he absently switched hands. He started to yelp, seed erupting out of his cock, thin jets flinging up and splattering down on Clyde's arm, the dog's own abs. Clyde hunched down and licked at the stream of seed as it squirted out, rough tongue touching the dog's cock and making Stan yelp like a puppy.
As soon as Stan's climax waned, the dog yawned. With no more sexual need and no more burning anxious excitement over Clyde, the day's fatigue came right back. Clyde looked up at him and smiled. "I'll get y'a towel or somethin'," he said, then stood up and padded into the closet. He emerged with a blue towel and handed it to Stan. The dog mopped himself up lazily, tongue hanging from his muzzle. "Whew. Ain't thought I was gonna get all woke up like that."
"Yeah, sorry," Stan said, looking out the window as rain drizzled down it. "I just..."
Clyde put a big hand on the dog's shoulder, gave him a little shake. "Naw, don't you worry 'bout it. We gotta go on back to sleep, got more shit tomorrow."¬
Stan nodded and laid back down, tucked himself into the sheets. The wave of the storm had crested and past, leaving a pattern of rain and distant flash-rumbles. The sound lulled him to sleep.
The dog woke early, just after sunrise, and dressed himself while Clyde slept. The tiger seemed able to sleep through anything except a handjob, but Stan still tried to be as quiet as possible. He threw on jeans, a battered flannel shirt, his cowboy hat and a pair of woodsman's boots and set off for a walk. He had the urge to get away from any living thing that could open its mouth and say a word.
The storm had brought some kind of front through, and the morning was damp but sunny, everything soaked through with rain. The dog carefully picked his way through overgrown paths and slippery rocks as he went west to the end of the island. After about five minutes, Stan broke through the edge of a clearing at the island pointe and found himself on rocky shore, facing the expanse of Lake Huron. The wind blew up from the south, bringing rollers in that created a constant white rush at the rocks. It was a little intimidating for Stan's mood, and the dog would have tucked tail and turned back if he had a tail. Instead, his stump twitched and he explored a little, then went back into the clearing. The sun had beat down through a gap in the trees and dried off one rock, and he perched on it, leaning back onto the tree behind it. No matter what else had happened in the dog's life, sitting in the raw woods made him feel good, nose turning this way and that to pick up on the smells. Gulls, rocks, algae, damp, the fresh wet breeze off the lake.
Something approached from the left, cracking of twigs and grunts. At first, Stan thought it might be a wild bear and seized onto the rock. Then Clyde barged into the clearing. "Well shit, found ya, all run off, huh?"
"I needed a walk," Stan said.
"Damn, an' I left m'leash back home, too." Clyde stuck his big hands into his¬ jean pockets and sauntered over, then sat on the next rock over. "Aw dang, rock's wet!"
Stan looked away, scanning over the clearing, sighed.
"Hey now, what's got you all down? Lookin' all thoughtful in my¬ truck, now you're wanderin' around in the woods." Clyde leaned over and closed the gap with a big hand, putting it on Stan's shoulder. The dog almost flinched away, then just sunk forward a bit.
"I don't wanna go on vacation just to fuck," he said.
"Huh?" Clyde's ears perked up.
"I mean... I just, I don't want this. It's always been the same way. Some guy, we do our thing, then that's that." Stan's voice caught, and the dog found himself almost crying.
Clyde rowrled and gave Stan's shoulder a squeeze. "Well, y'got almost two weeks t'come down easy? Whaddaya mean always the same? You ain't had much luck with uh, other guys?"
Stan shrugged, stump twitching against the rock. "First it was this wolf I knew back home, when I was still in high school. We'd go over to his place before his parents got home, look at porno. Tittie stuff. Then we'd start jacking off to it. I pretended not to look at it...¬ One day, he said, he said... 'maybe we oughta try doing each other, you know, so we can feel like it's a girl.' So we did. God, he had a nice dick. Never talked about it, just... did it. Then I ended up sucking him, then I even fucked him once. Right after we both, uh, came, we kissed. And that was the last time I saw him, he went off to college at some big university. I think he got married, he's a businessman or something now."
Clyde nodded.
"So I was moving to Lainsville, and I stopped at this rest stop... big white siberian tiger on a bike came up, followed me into the john. I thought he was gonna mug me. Told me to go out back, to the edge of the woods. Went out there and he fucked me like, eight times? I don't know, he just kept coming and coming and coming in me. I went to a porn shop in town and saw this deer, and he was so hot. Full thirteen-point rack and all. Ended up following him to a bar, and he was making out with this pony. I kind of wandered around the p | null | [] |
lace and ended up getting done by the pony guy in the back room. And that's that. You know, that's, it's sad?"
Clyde didn't nod, but perked up his browspots.
"All the guys I've met, were just... dicks." Stan then lowered his ears, as much as they'd lower. "I mean, you're not a dick. I guess I meant it in both ways." The dog looked around the clearing, then down at the rock he was sitting on. He remembered Strake, the white tiger who took him out back to get a few things done. He replaced white stripes with red, and started getting hard. What would Clyde look in all that biker gear?
"Well, you ain't that unhappy," Clyde said. Stan snapped his head over; the tiger was looking at the bulge in his pants.
"Ungh. I was just.. I was... I think I want to have breakfast. Maybe I'm just out of brainpower." Stan stood up, pushed off hard from the rock. The tiger joined him, the two barging through the woods.
The two settled into a routine. Hard repetitive things, like wood chopping or cleaning, were Clyde's area. Anything mechanical had Stan puttering away at it. The generator and water pump absorbed a lot of time. "You ever think about getting solar?" he said, to the passing cat.
"Uh-huh. Ain't done it yet. Island's deserted, heard some rumblin' that some guys are gonna buy it up down there, get some new cabins in. Maybe I'll make a lil' wind mill, sell them power. Rich guys'll pay, no one's gonna shit in a hole up here 'cept you an' me. They want their TV an' runnin' water an' a toilet that flushes."
Stan had the entire generator engine ripped apart. Whoever had owned it before had filled it with years and years of cheap gas stabilizer, and now the inside was coated in burnedn carbonized gunk. "Jesus, this thing's shot," he said. When he looked up, the tiger wasn't there to see him. From the other side of the cabin came the staccato putt-putt of a starting chainsaw, then the whine of wood getting sliced up. Stan went back to trying to clean off blackened metal. After a good half hour, he gave up and grabbed a few bottles of filtered water and went around to see what Clyde was up to.
The red tiger was dressed strangely. His upper body was clad in a heavy oilskin raincoat top - it had been visibly cut short at the waist - and each hand had enormous heavy deerskin gauntlet gloves. They looked like metalworker's gloves, or maybe for a falconer's bird hand. Below the belt, Clyde's usual cowboy-cut jeans were underneath horsehide shotgun chaps, feet in the tiger's logger boots. He had quite a cowboy look.
"What the hell are you wearing a raincoat for?" Stan piped up, as Clyde stilled the chainsaw. He tossed the tiger a bottle of water. Clyde lifted it, and instead of uncapping it, just chomped on the top and bottom. He then sucked the water out, gulping but not fast enough to keep twin streams from running down his neck. Stan thought about the time at the rest stop, biker cat - was his name Strake? - puncturing a beer can with his boot spur, and the hiked his jeans a little.
"Keeps all th'sawdust off my fur," Clyde said, dropping the empty bottle down and squashing it flat. He then picked it up and stuffed the refuse in a pocket.
"You're by a lake, you can just go wash it off."
"You think I'm gonna go jump in the lake today? You go an' dip a toe in, see how you feel 'bout it." Clyde grinned. He started stripping the coat off, leaving behind bare, sweat-drenched fur. Stan wanted a smell of the cat, even if it was going to be mixed with the stink of chainsaw exhaust.
"Okay, what about the chaps?"
"I reckon this horse-hide'll stop a chainsaw blade pretty well. Had 'em around up here, not gonna bother with that expensive kevlar stuff. 'Sides, kinda sharp-lookin'."
With Clyde facing him, Stan got a good look at the tiger's front. The crotch of the jeans was damp with sweat, dark patches on either side of the bulge. Stan had never seen someone sweat like that before meeting Clyde. Stan turned hard. "I think I'm gonna jump in the lake. I got naptha and shit all over me."
Clyde followed the dog into the cabin, lingering on the porch to bang off sawdust. The dog went behind the bedroom curtain and stripped off his clothes down to his boxers. The day had warmed up nicely after the storm; the lake couldn't be that bad. Stan was about to put on his wader shoes when the big tiger barged through the curtain. Before Stan knew what was going on, those rough-hide gloves had him by the shoulders, then one pushed in at his back and the other at his knees. "What the hell?" In seconds, Clyde had the dog held up as if he was a bride going over the threshold. "Hey, lemme go!"
"Nuh-uh, you wanna go get a lil' cold shower after eyeballin' my kitty parts, I'm gonna go give you a big ol' hand."
Stan's ears flattened and heated, stump wiggling around. "Oh come on, let me down! I can jump in the lake myself!"
Clyde heaved the doberman over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and marched out of the cabin, tromping down the path to the lake. Stan growled and tugged on Clyde through the heavy coat, but it did nothing to stop the inevitable. Soon, Clyde was right out at the end of the dock and simply dumped Stan in with a huge splash. The dog howled from the cold shock, thrashing in the water for a moment. "You son of a bitch!"
Clyde just grinned and dusted his leather-covered hands off, turning to lumber back up into the woods.
Dinner was grilled steak, which both animals devoured after a day of hard work. "Got a surprise for you," Stan said as he scraped his plate clean.
"Uh-huh."
Stan paused, looking over at Clyde's reaction. There was something funny in the way the cat responded. "What? No, I mean, I really have a surprise. You stay here," the dobie said, heading for the back door of the cabin. Clyde shrugged and put his dishes in the sink, then hiked his jeans and scuffed his heels into the other room. The dog went outside to the generator hut and hunkered down; a few wood on wood groans came from the cabin, the sound of furniture being moved.
The dobie poked around at the generator, then mashed on the start button. It turned over with a few clanks, then roared to life with a whining diesel clatter. After a few seconds, Stan flipped the power breaker and the cabin lit up from inside. Clyde was in the bedroom and his shadow popped up in front of the drapes, before a big red hand reached out and yanked them open. "Thought you said that thing was all gone!" he hollered. Stan closed the door on the hut.
"Naw," the dog replied, smiling. His stub waggled and he reached back to itch at it. "Thought it was, but I guess it's not."
The tiger looked down at his bandaged wrist, then out the window again. "Shit, you're all fixin' everything. Oughta hook you up with a jet-ski or somethin', marina guy buys 'em up busted an' fixes 'em." The tiger disappeared from the bedroom, followed by the bang of the front door and the thump of work boots on the stone porch. "Gonna lash up th'boat," he said, lumbering down the path towards the dock.
Stan washed his hands off in a bucket outside, then made his way into the bedroom. He pulled his boots off, set his hat on the chair, and climbed in. He wrestled up a paperback from his duffel bag, a sci-fi novel with a library stamp pad on it. After a few minutes, the red and black cat came back up the path and paused by the window. "Fine's gonna be real big when y'take it back," Clyde said, completely deadpan as he kept on going and banged into the cabin. Stan turned the book around; the last stamp date on the book was from two years before he was even born.
"I got it at a book sale. This old stuff's great. This one's 'bout the millenium, how it was gonna be the end of the world."
"Hunh," Clyde said in the great room, then grabbed on the bedroom curtains and yanked them shut.
"What's up?" the dog said, nose poking out over the top of the book's spine.
"Surprise," Clyde said, then started banging around in the other room. Stan, worn out from a hard day and full of dinner, pushed the hidden tiger's grunts and huffed profanity aside in his head, replacing it with pre-millenial fiction angst.
The dobie looked back up when he heard cabin-shaking pounds from the other room, the hard clop of stacked heels. Clyde didn't bother to pull the curtain apart; the hulking cat just barged into the bedroom, head ducked down, hand splayed atop the crown of a worn brown leather cowboy hat. The rest of Clyde followed, ancient fabric curtain swishing back into place behind him.
"Holy shit," Stan said, ears tucking back at the sight. Clyde had replaced his usual blue collar, backwoods denim with cowboy gear. The same burnished brown saddle-leather chaps from earlier; a tooled brown leather cowboy vest; the big, unevenly curled leather cowboy hat; brown deerskin roping gauntlets and gloves; sharp-toed boots.
Clyde tipped his hat. "Howdy, Stan. Couldn't handle seein' you all alone in here."
Stan laughed, half nervous and half amused. "Oh my god, what're you wearing all that for?" The dog crossed his legs, hiding the rapidly forming tent in his bluejeans.
"Sure would be sad t'bring it all on vacation an' just leave it in the closet," the tiger responded. "I don't think you brought any kinda gear like this, so you go on an' take off all that smelly stuff from workin' all day."
The dobie stared at the leather-clad tiger. Clyde had nothing on under the vest or chaps, leaving the white patch of fur between his massive pecs in plain view, not to mention his steel-hard hooded erection. Stan didn't argue about taking his clothes off; he quickly shimmied out of his jeans, then pulled his shirt off over his head. Clyde stepped up and helped him finish the job, yanking it out of the dog's grasp.
"But, I mean, why're you, why are you wearing it-"
A big, gloved hand grabbed Stan's shoulder. "I ain't a dumb cat, an' you ain't a dumb doggy. Every time I hit th'showers after workin' out, I was thinkin' of you real good. I seen how you look at me, how you crawled up into my bed an' started pumpin' cat-dick. Well shit, that's jus' an admission." Clyde used his grip on Stan's shoulder to turn the dog and push him chest-flat against the bed.
"Clyde-"
"Now you shush your mouth-hole, I ain't gonna hear you whinin' an' mopin' around here 'cuz you got bad luck with every cock you meet. We got two nice weeks all alone-like an' I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole 'till you've forgot all 'bout how unlucky you are." With that, Clyde snarled hard, the gurgling grunt-snort of someone about to cough up something from their chest. He slapped glove-leather down on Stan's rump and yanked the boxer shorts down, then splayed the dog's tight cheeks. Stan groaned and squirmed his tail stub as Clyde snorted again, then splattered the entire cleft with a hot wad of tiger-spit. "You ain't gonna yelp or nothin', are you?"
"Shit, shit, shit," Stan whispered, ears hot and tucked back, stub trying to tuck down, barely able to do more than nestle into the top of that wet fur. The dog slowly tucked his knees up under his body. "Just do it."
"Uh-huh," Clyde said, big hands grabbing the dobie's thighs and adjusting the height a little. The tiger then kneeled one knee onto the bed with a low creak of leather, and palmed right in the middle of Stan's back, whuffing air out of the excited dog's lungs. The other gloved hand milked at its owner's straining cock, moving the foreskin and milking out a long drool of precum that got wiped up around Clyde's dickhead. The cat leaned down further, grunting as he guided himself right to the spot.
"You don't have to uh, you can.. just push it right in," Stan whispered.
"Uh-huh," the cat repeated, and nudged against the warm, squeezing pucker. He pushed forward and Stan shivered, the dog trying to lift away, then settled down, muscles giving way and admitting the fat dickhead. "Unnrh. Whew, you ain't-"
Stan squeezed his eyes shut and lurched his body back, taking the remaining eight inches with a soft yelp. He slumped forward, sliding away from the invading cock, but Clyde closed the distance, settling down against his back, leathers squeaking with every little movement. The cat didn't thrust hard at first, only subtly pulling back and forth.
"Aww Stan, you're a damn nice dog, all ripped hard an' slender an', an' kinda shined up an' tough lookin', an' you got a real nice asshole," the cat purred, the sound a rattling rumble that only came out when his chest collapsed. The tiger's leather-clad fingers roamed around Stan's body, feeling along shoulders, biceps, sides, underneath at the dog's chest. "I ain't said nothin' because I didn't wanna ruin anythin', you know, I ain't all pushy, I jus.. you were gettin' hard lookin' at my sweaty ol' crotch, knew you needed, needed somethin'."
"Clyde-"
"You wanna cat to shut up an' fuck, huh?" The tiger said, changing his tune and lifting up, pulling Stan right to the edge of the bed, cock almost slipping out. When Clyde dodged forward again, the ridge of the head pushed right back through, the dobie's shoulders lifting as he arched his chest into the sheets. Clyde pistoned in, body colliding with Stan's rump, a thump of fur and muscle. Then, the tiger started to jackhammer, chaps-clad hips lurching back and forth, bringing the dull clap of rump against hips each time.
Stan squeezed his eyes shut, hard enough that they started to water, then opened his muzzle as the tiger changed angles slightly. Stan's mouth gaped open, pink tongue hanging out against the sheets. The dog's wiry, bony hands clutched at the bed linens, hard enough that one corner of the sheet popped off its keeper; Stan kept clutching, balling it up in his fists.
Clyde wasn't quiet either; every few thrusts, he uttered a deep grunt, a feral growl, or a panting slurp as he cleaned drool off his stout muzzle. He slowed every few more thrusts, rocking on his heels, leathers squeaking from the strain, boot heels thumping down against the floor. Then, without warning, Clyde sucked in a deep breath. "Aww fuckin' hell, fuck, fuck!" he hollered, and clapped his hands down over Stan's ears. The red and black tiger bellowed out a roar so loud that it rattled the bedroom's kerosene lamp mantle to dust. Each shot of seed fired off into Stan's clenched tailhole, until Clyde pulled back with a grunt and skinned a hand along the shaft. Another shot fired out, splattering the dog right up between his shoulderblades. The final dregs came out as a sticky ooze down the tiger's fist.
Stan, panting hard, ears still tucked from the violent sound, turned his head back. He saw that drool of seed, felt the rapidly cooling mess on his back. "I almost, I almost came," he mumbled. "God damn."
"Rruhh. Guess that ain't a complaint."
The dog sat up and winced. "I have to piss so bad, I'm seeing things," he panted, and quickly got up out of bed, rushing to the back door. Clyde tromped along, boots pounding the cabin floor, and burst out the back door. He flicked his hand off, sending flecks of tiger spunk into the little evergreen bushes by the dining windows.
Stan was already out by a tree, tailstub lifted and twitching. "Ahh, ahhh, you really, really fuck hard," he groaned, finally starting his stream and hosing the tree bark down. The dog's tense posture drained, shoulders drooping, ears lifting back up. The dog ended it by leaning on the tree as he shook himself dry. "If you kept going, I would've gone nuts. Would've soaked everything with dog come."
"Aww. Sorry bout that, I can go an' fuck you again," Clyde offered.
Stan turned around and found himself almost head to chest with the huge tiger. "Well, I don't know about that. I mean, I gotta come. But..." The dog turned his torso, looking over his shoulder as if he heard a sound. Clyde looked as well. Stan spun back and leapt at Clyde, chest crashing against the tiger's. That simple impact wouldn't have sent the tiger back more than a few steps; Clyde had more than double the dog's weight on him. It was when Stan's jaws seized the tiger's throat that Clyde crumpled backwards and crashed to the dirt path with a heavy thump.
The dobie let go and yanked at Clyde's chaps belt, then wedged himself under the tiger's legs and hefted knees up on his shoulders. The stunned tiger growled and snapped, one hand clutching his hat back onto his head, then gave up and let it fall to the side. "Pull your god-damn knees up!" the dog barked, then finally splayed the leather-coated muscle apart. Clyde's cock was hard as a rock again, coated in leftover seed; Stan slathered his fingers with it, then wiped them around Clyde's tailhole. Before the tiger could even take another breath, Stan was trying to mount like an excited stud dog on top of a bitch. His shaft slid in easy, clutched up by hot muscle, wrenching a grunt from Clyde.
The tiger reached up to push at Stan's chest, but the dog just dipped his head down and grabbed the gloved hand in his jaws. The bite ended with a lick, then another, Stan slathering the cowboy tiger's hand with spit and then rubbing it back all over his face as Clyde stared on. The dog then repositioned himself, hands clutching the tiger's booted ankles, and started pounding his knot in against Clyde's tailring.
Clyde struggled his legs against the hard grasp, trying to work his body back against Stan's swift canine thrusts, but Stan ignored the attempts. He chewed on Clyde's boot heel, tongue wiping the stacked leather, then slurped around the back of the cowboy boot's smooth leather, ears burning red inside, cock pouring precum into Clyde's passage.
"Thought you said you gotta come," Clyde grunted.
"Ain't gonna... my knot..."
The tiger wrenched his leg away from the eager dog's face and stretched it out,then folded the knee again. The back of the boot wanged down on Stan's rump. The tiger freed the other leg, and repeated the maneuver, chaps leather straining against heavy muscle as Clyde pinched on the dog like a vice. Stan's muzzle strained, lips curling back, the sheer force able to pop his knot right into Clyde's tailhole. The dog arched back and howled, barked, yelped, hips jerking and bucking the swollen bulge back and forth against Clyde's squeezed-up ring. The dog's seed emptied out into the tiger, and Stan slumped down against Clyde's chest, muzzle drooling on vest leather.
"You ain't a tough guy my ass," Clyde grunted, arms grasping around Stan, holding the dog there. He let up when Stan struggled a few minutes later, then pulled back. The dobie made a funny face, neck cording up as he strained to remove his still swollen knot, then barked and fell backwards into a bush. As he stared at the lazy tiger, white spunk squezed out of Clyde's hole and landed in the dirt. The tiger stood up and whacked cedar needles off his chaps. "Well partner, I reckon that we got a lot done today."
Stan stood up, limping a little - there was a rock under the bush. "I'll help get the dirt off," he said. The two stood on the back porch, taking turns slapping dirt off with the aid of a dish towel. Clyde lumbered back inside, while Stan pumped himself a filtered glass of water and gulped it down.
When the dog returned to the bedroom, the still-cowboy'd tiger was pushing the two beds together with the grind of bed frame against wood floor. "Hey, what're you doing that for?" He asked, pushing through the curtain.
"Ain't no fun fittin' in that tiny lil' bed, ain't fun sleepin' all by myself," the tiger answered, before dropping himself into bed with a grunt. Stan came up and took the spot between tiger and wall.
"Aren't you gonna take that stuff off?"
"You want me to?" Clyde said, taking his hat and putting it over his face. Stan picked it up and moved it aside. "My house, my rules."
"Well, no, I mean... " Stan looked down over the burly tiger, red and black stripes hidden by smooth saddle-weight leather. The dog felt a twinge of excitement swell his cock, even so soon after.¬ "No, I don't want it."
"Gotta say, didn't really know you'd like it, but.. uh, I dunno, was hopin' you would, I guess. Yep." Clyde was starting to sound sleepy and grabbed onto Stan, dragging the dog's torso up against the side of his vest-clad chest. The dog struggled, then clutched around it.
"I do. Jesus christ, I can't believe..."
"Don't you go all off on that. You jus' go to sleep."
Stan felt strange, like he needed to say something, but Clyde's attitude drove it away. At first, the dobie thought it was because the cat was acting 'just like everyone else', but then he realized that Clyde was doing anything but.¬ He settled against the tiger's leather-clad form, tucked up close by the big cat's arm, and felt a moment of serenity that was for once not tinged with lonliness.
"Gotta say somethin'. Sorry, you ain't sleepin' yet, huh?"
The dobie looked up. "No, almost."
Clyde sighed deep. "I'm comin' back here early fall, an'... well, I ain't goin' back down to Lainsville. I'm buyin' the marina."
"Wow. Really?" Stan said, drowsy enough that the implication was really lost on him.
"Yeah," Clyde said, shifting his body a little, encouraging Stan to shift as well. The dobie clung to Clyde, shiny fur pressed up against all that leather. "Been' workin' for my dad all my life. Figured I'd make good on some business stuff I done in college an' get outta Lainsville. Place is fulla nut-jobs.¬ Marina guys are wantin' to get out finally, pass on the torch. Never run a marina before, but I love it up here. Ain't never gonna go to shit. Too small."
Stan realized that Clyde was serious, and a little hole appeared inside. "So you're just moving away?"
"Uh-huh. Gotta do some paperwork, figured I'd take some vacation."
"So why'd you... why'd you invite me?"
"Cuz I'm goin' away. Ain't too nice, goin' past each other in the gym for that last time, then nothin'. Figured, well, I figured we could have a nice lil' time. You're always all stressed over that damn job."
"Yeah. It's a big pain. Moved up here, I mean, to Lainsville.. just for it, and now I wanna quit."
Clyde thought for a few minutes, almost long enough that Stan thought he might have dozed off. "Well. They're all leavin', the marina people. Mechanic guy's goin' on down to florida. Gotta have a mechanic up here."
Stan perked his ears up. "You..."
"Now you jus' go on to sleep. Don't you be thinkin' about this stuff. Had a lil' fun, now we're all tired up."
Clyde didn't say anything after that, and Stan eventually fell asleep, clutched to the tiger no matter which way he turned.
Twelve days later, they piled into Clyde's truck and drove back to Lainsville. Thirteen days later, Stan walked out the door to the truck garage for the last time.
Come labor day, and Clyde's big truck had a dog sticking his head out the window as they rumbled down the interstate. | null | [] |
First off, I don't own any char from the Star Fox series, however i do own a char named Alex and Carnel. I add up some chars, of course with their permission hoping it last long. Please forgive me if there are any grammar and spelling errors since I'm a South Eastern. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 5: Rehab During Andross Second Wave
I never thought that because of that incident, I had developed an androphobia about avoiding being touch by a male. What makes me angry most is that the doctor knew my condition and didn't tell me. Well since I now had a phobia, the doctors add my rehabilitation with psychological treatment in case there is more than just one phobia. What the doctors found out about my phobia was quite surprising because I had developed at least half dozen of phobias. The list of my phobias are: fear of men, fear of abuse, fear of strangers, and two more I can't remember.
The progress of my phobia therapy quite smooth, thus I concur of my fear of men, strangers, and one more within three weeks. Carnel visit me some time since she had a hard time requesting a permission to leave her works and I can understand her situation since it is classified project from the military. When I had spare time and no visitors, I spent it by doing some rehabilitation on my own. Sometimes the nurse caught my actions and scolded me. I got visitors more often during my rehabilitation session, and guess who came visit me and help me often? It was none other than the Star Fox.
Fox and Falco helped me during my phobia therapy, while Slippy and Peppy helped me during my walking and exercises. The doctor said that my progress was faster and in within three weeks I can get out of hospital. I was happy to hear the news, but what makes me happy is that it all because the Star Fox's support. On the next day, during my rehabilitation section Fox got a call from the military base. I can't hear the details because inside Fox's left ear has a voice communicator. "Fox, here. What is it, General...? A what, where? Alright, I'll be there in a moment." Fox then looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Alex. We got ourselves a mission and we have to leave immediately."
I thrilled to hear that the Star Fox had their mission after so long visiting me and helped me for my recovery. All I could say is, "Well, I wish you and your team good luck, and hope that you come back alive. I can manage on my own." Fox nod his head and started to walk to the door followed by Falco. I started to talk again to Fox and Falco, "Mr. Lombardi; Mr. McCloud, thank you for helping my recovery. I wish that there was something that I could do to repay you guys, but I'm afraid that I can't do anything for now. When I get out of here, I will join the Corneria Military Academy so that I could join your team someday."
"Don't be too hard on yourself, kiddo. Maybe someday, you will join in our team but for now you have to think for your recovery." Fox nodded in agreement for Falco's statement, and looked at me. I raised my thumb to them with full confident and said, "I will keep that promises. Good luck, everyone and give my regard to Slippy and Peppy for me." Fox and Falco raise their thumb as well for replies and then they went out the hospital.
After they left the hospital, I looked at Nurse Maria the doe and told her, "I believe that we still in the rehabilitation process and one more thing that I want this to end fast so I guess that the session will take longer than usual. May we continue?"
I continue my rehab session with Nurse Maria but a sudden quake followed with erupt sound stopped my activities. I looked at the window and saw smokes rising from one building, "What the heck?" I asked myself but after that another explosion can be seen in two or three buildings in random locations. The sight began to haunt me again since this has happened when I was seven. To make things worse is that there were lots black jets or fighters roaming in the city sky. I can also see that there are some military Cornerian Fighters trying to shoot down the black fighters. Not long after that, four white fighters came to support the Cornerian Fighters. I looked closely the symbol on the fighter's tail, and it was red fox with wing or scarf to be precise. I asked Nurse Maria who own that symbol, and she said that it was Star Fox. 'Star Fox's symbol, then that means it was McCloud and the others.'
Of course when the war is brewing, thus the siren rang off told us to evacuate. But my feet glued on the same place just to witness their actions in the sky. For two hours straight, I can see that there six or seven Cornerian Fighters shot down while most of the black fighters were shot down by the Star Fox. When the area is clear from threat, the four white fighters continue their flight towards the mountain and out of my sight. I become more and more inspired to join the military because of their skills and bravery. Thus in a week and a half, I finally got out of the hospital.
The Star Fox have return from their last mission a couple of days after my discharge. After hearing the news that I've been discharge early the Star Fox team felt quite happy for my recovery, well all except one though. It was Fox that shows more than one emotions. It's true that he felt quite happy to hear my discharge, but he also sad because he will miss me since he was close to me like a little brother and share the same tragedy as well. The team noticed him and confronted him. Slippy started the conversation first, "Well now that we know that Alex is out of the hospital, we just have to find out where he lives."
Peppy raised his hand to reject Slippy's idea, "Oh no. Not for me, I'm afraid. I'm going to give this old bones a rest and I recommend that all of you as well. We've just got back from Venom dealing with Andross and his goons."
"Yeah, you are right and I almost got killed during the mission," said Slippy folding his arm grumping. "Thanks for the reminder, Peppy. I'm going back to my dad's lab, hopefully I can prop some gadgets that either we can use it or not."
"Guess I will go to the bar flirting a girl or two." Falco turn around waving good bye. "I'll be seeing you guys at the bunker later."
"Don't get yourself into trouble again, you hear me!" warned Peppy knowing how troublesome Falco could get himself into. "What am I, your blood, old timer?" tease Falco and keep on walking.
"Humph... young one this days, never heed to elder's warning." Peppy kept on grumbling for Falco's behavior. "He is beginning to get out of hand since he joined the team."
"I know, uncle. But his skills are equal to mine and without him, maybe we can't get home in one piece." Fox tried to convince his 'uncle' Peppy about letting Falco's attitude slide.
"His skill as in miraculous and reckless flying, I can only say that you are much better than him." Fox only laugh knowing what he means. "Anyway, we haven't report this to General Pepper. We should report this immediately." Fox nodded and then went to the Cornerian Military Center which is quite far from the hospital.
Meanwhile, Carnel and I were at my old house, cleaning and dusting everything until it is suitable to live in again. Of course cleaning the house that has been abandon for more than two months took a lot of time and finally it is finished. "Phew, I never thought the dust would pile up that much. Look at me now, I've become a Dalmatian," I've said it with a laugh showing my spotted white furs to Carnel or should I say Aunt Carnel that sitting at the couch.
Carnel looked at me from top to bottom, and then laugh. "It looks like it, compare to me. I only got some spider web on my hair." I laugh a little, and then I remember the other two males with her to help her cleaning my house, the white arctic fox and a tiger. "By the way, where are Mr. Sasuke and Mr. Larson?"
"Kenji is down stair in the basement fixing some pipes, while Robert is fixing some electronics somewhere. Once they were on to it, they will never stop."
"Aren't you the same, aunt Carnel?" I asked while removing my apron.
"Don't forget that I were once a repairwoman and show less interest about creating something until I was being recruited by the military." She then drank some water from plastic bottle.
"Speaking of military, are they giving you a hard time?"
"More like a hard work instead of hard time, but I can manage it with the help of my two partners." She said it with a smirk which put me in curiosity and uneasy.
I took a seat on a sofa right in front of her; stretching my head and neck hearing a crack or two telling how stiff I was after a hard work. Aunt Carnel sat quietly closing her eyes as if she tried to sleep after a long work. I look at the room again, bookshelf covering one side of the wall, a set of wooden desk stood right in front of the shelf. One large couch followed with two small couches encircled the table guest where Carnel's water was. the floor was plain wood, without any carpets to cover it. At the opposite of the room, hung dozens of family photos which is belong to me. Two windows with heavy curtains opened letting the sun ray illuminates the room, and the opposite of it lays an open door which where an arctic fox entered just now. Thus I was surprise for his sudden appearance.
He is, as the species said, a fox with fur as white as a snow which is now was tainted with dust and grease. He is wearing a jean which extended covering part of his chest, a thick pair of glove for protecting his paw hand from sharp objects, and carrying a tool case which I could say his tool case. He is smiling at me first since I was the one he saw first, and then he looked at Aunt Carnel that was sleeping at the couch. "Sleeping in the job I see," he said.
Aunt Carnel's ear twitch as a reflex hearing a familiar voice, still closing her eyes she said, "Well what can I say, we are finish cleaning after all."
The arctic fox smirk a little, "Really, well you miss a spot my sweet Caramel." Then he bent down kissing Aunt Carnel right on her lip while I thought 'Sweet Caramel...?'
Aunt Carnel slowly rise from her sleeping position and looked at the arctic fox, "Really, where is it my lovey dovey Robert?" Again I thought 'Lovey Dovey...?'
"Well you and your nephew," He said it ending it with a passionate kiss. Suddenly I felt a tingle inside me telling that I shouldn't be here watching it.
"I think I should head for the bathroom to take a bath, if Mr. Sasuke finishes with the water works." I walk out of that room leaving them some privacy. Not a moment later I could hear moaning sound from that room. I covered my ear not wanting to hear their excitements because of my phobia. I kept on walking for a while then I saw the tiger walking out from the basement all covered with dirt. I greet him, "Hello there, Mr. Sasuke. I guess that all the pipes were fixed."
The tiger called Mr. Sasuke looked at me and smiled, "Yes, I just finish fixing it, so we can have some gas for cooking and water for cleaning all of us." The tiger wiped the sweat from his forehead with his long arm work uniform. "Boy I could use some rest after that."
All I could do was smiled at him, "I wish I could, but someone taken a head start from you." I pointed at the study room where I could hear another moan, only this time it was louder which makes my ear twitch. "Ugh... If you excuse me, I want to wash myself up away from the love birds."
I covered my ears again and headed in to the bathroom, but a pair of strong arm grabs me and hugs me from behind and that makes me yelp. The pair of arm belongs to Kenji Sasuke the tiger technician and he is purring lustfully. "Aren't you going to join with them?" he asked with a soft purr which makes my body tingles more because of my phobia.
I tried my best to speak clearly but what came from my mouth was a scared voice, "I-I-I w-w-wish I c-c-could, b-but I s-s-still h-had the ph-phobia, a-a-and I-I'm n-n-not r-ready f-for i-it y-yet." My body felt trembled because of phobia and I hope that gave him a sign of my discomfort.
The feline really saw it alright, but he forces himself to keep on what he was doing, "Aww... Does the poor little mouse really that scared to be hug by a strong protective male?" He blew some wind to my ears trying to seduce me and it really works because I felt the tingle getting stronger, my body felt weaken and my face started to blush.
I tried to speak again but all I gave was a pant, "p...please, l-let... me... go. If t-this... keeps up... I... might... pass... out." My body felt weaker and weaker as if my strength has been drained by his seduction and my phobia. The tiger looked at me. Even though he can't see my face fully, he knew that I was expressing a lot of pain and that makes the tiger concern me more. "Ple...ase..." I asked again in whisper and my eyes starting to shed some tears. The tiger can't stand seeing me in so much pain. He slowly loosens up his hug and started to hold me since my body felt limp.
He lowered my body slowly so I can get on my knee, and then he let me go. After he let me go, I started to gasp and pant as if I was exercising without any rest. Kenji knelt down and touches my shoulder feeling concern about my being. Of course I gasp again but I still manage to endure that touch. He said to me in concern, "I'm really sorry. I thought that you were just kidding about your phobia."
I look at him slowly still panting. I can see in his eyes shows concern and regrets, "No, I'm not. During my rehab, the doctor treats my phobia to men only within handshake and taping to my body part like what you did now but not in hugging like that." I felt that my strength was recovering slowly. I tried to stand up but my body still limps. Kenji helps me stand up and I'm thanking him. I inhaled deeply as to quicken my recovery, and then exhale it slowly. I looked at Kenji still showing the concern and regrets looks on his face. I smiled at him, "I'm sorry for worrying you, Mr. Sasuke. That was the effects after receiving my rehab; I used to struggle for free but after the rehab, my body starts to tingle for males. When it nearly reaches to mate with other male, my bodies felt weak. When I heard the moaning like that, my bodies start to tingle as in pain. Those were the effects of untreated phobias."
Kenji felt miserable for his action back then as if he was bullying a young cub. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that your phobia was worse." He covered his face with his paw in shame for his action.
I reach his left cheek using my right paw and stroke him slowly tried to sooth him, "It's alright. You didn't do anything wrong. You just don't know me yet until now." I waited for him until he recovers from his miserable. After he stops sobbing, I asked slowly, "Do you feel better now?" Kenji nodded. "Look, I know that you are a nice furson, and I can tell that you are a bi-type guy. Unfortunately, I'm a straight furson if I can eliminate my phobias, and maybe I might need your help during the process. So I want us to be cool for now, okay?" He was surprise because I knew that he is addicted to sex and I believe I reject him because of what I said, but he didn't feel sad at all as if there is hope that someday he will mate me but I don't know when and I don't want that to happen. He quickly hugs me again feeling relief as if his sins have been forgiven. I hug him back and patted his back, and then I realize that I hug him and yet my phobia didn't act up. I didn't feel any fear in me but in exchange I felt warm and compassion. 'Who would have thought that my body didn't react in this condition? I guess the third time really is a charm. But the problem is how long it will last?'
Then I felt something wet behind my head and shoulder. My ear catches some sobbing sound then I thought he was crying. I patted his head calming him, "There... there... Enough with the water works, Mr. Sasuke. You are an adult male and a tiger, so be proud of yourself and don't show any weaknesses." He then stops sobbing and slowly parted from me. I can see his eyes were red and all I could do is smiled at him. Then I heard another moan coming from the study room. "I guess they want to have another company for their private party, so why don't you go there crash the party. I'm sure they will enjoy it more." With that Kenji nodded in agreement. He stood up and headed to the study room. As for me, I stood up and headed for the bathroom to clean myself.
That's it for this chapter. It took longer than I thought to finish this chapter. The next chapter will take longer time because of my head. I thank you for those who gave me a permission to use their chars. | Chapter 5: Rehab During Andross Second Wave by rsareal | [
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I work at McDonald's. If your immediate thought in reading that statement was "Loser" then this story is not for you. I love working for McDonald's. It has given me the chance to meet lots of people who became my friends. It has given me the chance to employ a large number of young people I consider "my children" the opportunity to begin their job history on a positive note. I am proud to say that three Assistant Managers who trained under me have become managers themselves. They all have families they are able to support and have done a lot for their communities. I can't begin to tell you all the success stories from former employees.
Is that enough? Personally, working at McDonald's allowed me to meet my wife, excuse me, ex-wife (more on that later). It permitted me to support my wife through college without a student loan. It allowed her to stay home and raise our two girls until they became of school age. It gave her the chance to improve her wardrobe, so she could present the "correct" image in her public relations career. It made it possible for us to have a nice house and cars, to save for college, and to plan for retirement. It caused our divorce.
That last statement may seem misplaced with the other benefits listed, but you will understand more soon.
To understand this tale, you need more information on how I run my McDonald's. Perhaps the best way is to give you an example of how I counsel employees who think the job is beneath them, the people they serve are less than them, and the job doesn't pay enough, etc. I tell them that they have great potential, but their current attitude is decreasing their options for the future. Getting fired from McDonald's is not a resume enhancer.
Customers come to McDonald's for various reasons. The main two are good food at a good price. Maybe it's the only day of the week that Mom doesn't have to cook and do the dishes. Maybe it's Dad's only meal out for the family he can afford. Maybe it's a reward for the kids for doing chores, homework, or just being respectful to their parents. Coming to McDonald's is very important to some people. If people did not want to come to McDonald's, everyone here would have to find a job elsewhere.
We should be happy to give people the opportunity to enjoy a meal. We are providing a valuable service. People smile, laugh and have a good time. Employees should smile, have a good time, and do their job. If you can't do that, you need to quit because if I see that is not happening, you are gone.
Sometimes my counseling has helped an employee turn around. Sometimes it has been a waste of time. Over the years I have been happy to say that I have a much lower turnover rate than the national average. Something's working right in my life, but not everything.
My ex-wife, Brenda, was a very loving wife and mother for many years. We communicated well, and I thought we were both satisfied with our sex life. I could not conceive the possibility that we would not grow old together. I looked forward to the time when the girls has moved out, my wife and I could spend more time together. I guess my belief and my wishes clouded my judgment of what I should have seen coming.
Brenda also became very good at her job. After several public relations positions at different companies, she became employed at the local United Way which raises lots of money for various human service agencies that provide great services in our community. Brenda worked hard and long hours and increased the fundraising by the United Way substantially. Her reward for years of success was to be named the Chairperson of the Greater Cincinnati United Way, a position of high status and decent pay.
When she was appointed Chairperson, her long hours and frequent absence from home increased. I didn't realize it at the time but what also increased was Brenda's evaluation of her own improved status. Although the kids and I wished she could be home more, we were proud of her and encouraged her. It wasn't until the first fundraising dinner-dance that I realized all was not well.
I clean up pretty well. By the way, my name is David Campbell. I am six feet tall and my face in the mirror does not break glass. The incredible amount of walking that has to be done working in a fast food restaurant keeps me fit (plus I lay off the French fries). My wife is attractive. Brenda is 5'10" and slender, small in the breast and butt categories. Without makeup, she is good looking. With makeup she is a knockout. Plus, she knows how to choose underwear and dresses that accentuate all of the positives.
At the dinner-dance, Brenda was introducing me to some of the major donors she worked with, mostly CEOs, CFOs, COOs and a few UFOs (yes, I love corny jokes and, yes, she hated them). Inevitably I would be asked what I did for a living. Brenda would quickly jump in and say I was a restaurant manager. When the follow-up question of 'Which one?' came up, Brenda would put her face down while I answered quite proudly, "I manage the McDonald's on Madison." The person who asked would usually get a disappointed look and say 'Oh' if anything. After a few repeats, Brenda stopped introducing me. My reception at home that night was chilly, and sex was off the table, a forbidding trend that increased.
Before the next dinner-dance, Brenda assured me that I did not have to go and told me she realized that these events were probably something I didn't like. When I said I didn't mind, her disposition changed, "Well, try not to embarrass me this time."
Somewhat shocked, I asked, "What have I done that has embarrassed you?"
"You broadcast all over the place that you work at McDonald's. Do you realize who I was introducing you to? Chairmen of the Board, Directors, Presidents of companies, Lawyers, Doctors... "
"In other words, people better than me."
"No, David, not better than you. People with better, more important jobs. I'm supposed to deal with them on an equal level. It's hard to do that when I'm seen as the wife of a McDonald's manager."
My mind simmered with rage, but I held back. "It is what it is. You didn't seem to mind when it paid for your college education."
Her rage was not held back. "That was then, and this is now. Are you going to behave or not?"
"Not."
"Well then, just stay home and play with your Happy Meal toy collection." She slammed the bathroom door behind her.
I guess I need to tell you I don't really have a Happy Meal toy collection, but it's not a bad idea. Some of those toys are worth a lot of money now. What I really did was work in my book of cryptograms. It helps me take my mind off, well anything I don't want to think of, like a disrespectful wife.
As you might suspect, I didn't get invited to any more United Way outings. I noticed that Brenda started coming home later and later from the office, often with alcohol on her breath. Our home life began to tank also.
That's when the nagging began. "Why can't you take a job managing a REAL restaurant?" "Why don't you want to provide our children the best in life?" "Why don't you see how important this is to me?"
I replied, "Managing a McDonald's is a real job. I do provide our children the best in life: my love and guidance. I do see how important status has become for you. What I don't see is what has happened to your values?"
Then she threw the dagger to my heart, "Don't you love me anymore?" That one hurt so bad I seriously considered walking out. What she was really saying was, "You should agree with me and do what I ask, or you don't love me." If she did not know I loved her by now, telling her would not make a difference.
When I kept refusing her "suggestions/demands", she finally said, "You don't understand" to which I responded, "Oh, I understand. I just don't agree." That pretty well stopped the nagging and our sex life which had pretty much been missing in action for some time anyway. And still, I did not think our problem was divorce provoking.
My days were full of work and attending the girls' sports activities at school. I was amazed at all the different girls' sports at the middle school level that were offered. No such opportunities when I was growing up. Good for them.
My wife's days and nights were full of, actually I didn't know. She stopped talking about her work during the few times we saw her. The girls joined me in teasing her when she came home with comments like: "You look like someone who used to live here." Brenda was not amused. She mostly acted like she didn't give a damn.
When she came home late one night, she made no attempt to disclose what activities she had been participating in. Based on what I saw on her discarded panties and what looked like bite marks around her breasts, I figured she was having sex with someone else. When Brenda looked at me after staring at her hickeys, I saw the "I dare you to say something" look. For the first time, I became angry. I didn't say anything because I figured it would come to a head soon. I finally began to realize our marriage was in danger if not already comatose.
In anticipation of what I figured was coming, I contacted a divorce attorney. He told me a divorce would be a losing situation. She would probably get the house, the kids, child support, alimony, half my assets, her own income and a boyfriend to provide her sexual needs and additional income. I would have half my assets, very little take home pay after the alimony/child support/house and car expenses and have to find a new place to live with those extra living expenses. Oh yeah, good luck on finding a new sexual outlet.
His advice was to wait until our 12 and 14 yearld kids had moved out for college or just leave and be prepared to live frugally. Revenge sex with another woman was not an option. I couldn't think of an agreeable option other than Brenda to stop what she was doing.
The decision about what to do was answered for me by my wife. I came home from work that fateful day and, to my surprise, Brenda was sitting on the couch with a good-looking man a few years younger than her, dressed in an expensive suit and tie. "David, the girls are at my parents' house. We need to talk. This is my friend, Richard Loomis. He is an attorney and a member of the United Way Board."
I spoke, "I assume he is the one you've been having your onenne meetings at night with. Sorry, onen-topfne meetings?"
"David, there is no reason to be crude. We have not been having an affair but, Richard and I have a special friendship..."
I interjected, "Oh, do all special friends put cum on your panties and hickeys on your breasts?"
Richard interrupted, "Brenda, you don't need to tell him about our, uh, relationship. It could hurt you in court if he fights the divorce."
"Okay. David, there's no easy was to say this: I've given you every chance to improve your life and the life of our family. You have chosen to ignore me, so I want a divorce. Here are the papers drawn up by Richard. You need to sign them. It would be preferable for you to sign them now but within three days at least. If you accept, Richard can represent both of us and you won't have to pay for an attorney."
Richard offered, "The terms are simple. A 90-day period of legal separation started with you being served tonight. The divorce petition provides for a 50/50 split of all joint assets, 50/50 split of the house equity, primary custody goes to Brenda with limited, but frequent, visitation for you, no alimony, but child support of..."
"Primary custody with limited visitation? Why would you want that? You've hardly seen them in the last three years."
"Nonsense. I'm their mother. I am there when I need to be."
"When have you ever been to Cecilia's volleyball games?"
"That's a silly sport. They don't even give college scholarships for that."
"Yes, they do."
"Well, that's not that important."
"What about Misty's Girl Scout activities?"
"They must have been on the nights I had United Way obligations."
"Misty doesn't even belong to the Girl Scouts. That shows how much you pay attention to our daughters."
"It doesn't matter. The courts always gives the mother primary custody."
"What if I don't sign in three days?"
Richard interjected, "Then I play hard ball. The petition changes from Irreconcilable Differences to Mental Cruelty. Percentages of money goes to 60/40 in her favor. You will have to vacate the house and be given a restraining order. You will have to start paying alimony and child support immediately. There will be no visitation. Believe me, David, I am good at my job. You do not want to mess with me."
"Fuck you both. Oh, excuse my manners. Please fornicate you both."
"See what I have had to put up with all these years, Richard. I tried to reason with him but oh, mister big shot McDonald's manager. 'Why should I care what people think about my wife or my daughters? I'll just stay dumb and happy.' I should have left him years ago."
I grabbed her arm and said, "You did, Brenda, you did." She jerked her arm back and started to leave the house with her 'special friend.'
At the front door, Brenda turned back to me to say, "You'll find that I have already taken half of our joint assets. The girls and I will be in an apartment to give you plenty of time to move out. I'll decide later to either move back into this house or sell it and go live in Richard's house. He has offered us to put us up without having to pay rent."
I sat in my recliner and mused. I picked up the papers and said to myself, "I can't blame anyone but myself for not seeing this was coming. I'm screwed no matter what. Just as well sign and move on with my life." My signing was interrupted. The girls came running in the house.
"Hi, Dad. We're in a hurry." They started upstairs.
"Whoa there, kiddos. We need to have a talk."
"Dad, we already know. Mom told us weeks ago. We're going with her and Richard. He has this fabulous house with a swimming pool and he is sending us to Belmont Academy. When we turn sixteen, he is buying us a car. I'm going to get a BMW Z-4, convertible." Up the stairs they went. Looks like the apartment will not be needed very long, if at all.
When they came down, they stopped long enough to say, "Sorry, about this Dad but you should have done what Mom asked. Would it have hurt you to get a real job? It's your own fault. Bye." The door had closed before my "Bye" reached their ears.
My wife's announcement was a dagger in my heart. The girls just twisted the dagger and drove it in deeper. I thought about what I had. Empty house. Empty heart. Empty head. Feeling depressed and sorry for myself, I was ready to give up admitting, "She's won. Might as well sign these damn papers and get it over with." BUT. Somewhere down inside of me, I don't know where exactly, there was this little flicker of self-respect that said "Don't give in." So, I waited. Even if I decided to sign later, I could wait till the last minute just to make them wonder.
Then it happened. The event that changed the direction of my life around. It was both the worst thing and the best thing that ever happened to me. Sounds like I'm plagiarizing Tale of Two Cities. It started with a phone call from Albert Fredricks, another manager of a McDonald's in Covington, a former Assistant Manager under me. "Hey, David. Have you seen the latest entry on Brenda's Facebook page, the United Way Facebook page?"
"No. I don't Facebook."
"Well you need to read it. If it's what I think it is, we need to do something. Call me after you read it."
Brenda was a Facebook addict. She could not resist telling the world about our divorce. Here's what she said: "Most of you know that I am the Chairperson of the Greater Cincinnati United Way. I am proud of the increases in funding since I have been in charge. I want to thank all the CEOs, Directors, Business owners, Law Firms, Medical Practices, Administrators and others who have supported me. A problem for me, however, was the support, rather lack of support, I have received from my husband. I mean, being a manager of a fast food restaurant is okay for a lot of people, but it shouldn't be a dead-end job for someone who could achieve so much more. I know a lot of people in lower level, blue collar jobs don't have the ability to do any better and I understand they have to accept it. But I am not going to keep being pulled down in the quicksand of complacency or whatever it was that kept my husband satisfied with mediocrity. Despite my frequent urging, he has not taken the steps he needed to improve his career path to give his wife and daughters what they so desperately needed. I'm afraid his lack of support has held me back from doing my best for the United Way. I am, therefore, announcing that I am in the process of filing for divorce. This is the only way I can truly be able to help the poor people who need the programs provided by the United Way agencies. I promise that the divorce will not be a distraction in me performing my duties."
Remember that flicker of self-respect I told you about? It became a roaring fire under my ass. Brenda must have had too much to drink to have written that, but I figured liquor just lowered her inhibitions to let her true feelings come through. I called Albert back. He was fired up too and spoke quite loudly. "That Bitch! After everything you and McDonald's has done for her and your family. Thanking the damn CEOs. What about all the people who contribute a hell of a lot larger of a percentage of their paycheck than the CEOs do? We've got to do something. I'm calling a meeting of the other managers in the area. Can you come to the Hyatt tomorrow night? It's time to plan our response."
I was a bit unsure of what he meant, but I wasn't about to sit and twiddle my thumbs. "I'm there, brother."
Seven managers from Cincinnati and Covington showed up at the lounge in the bar in the Hyatt Regency. Five others could not make the meeting but agreed to help. Albert presided. "Here's a copy of the Facebook posting I told you all about in case you haven't seen it. Basically, this bitch is saying people that work at McDonald's and other low-class jobs are peons that don't deserve recognition for what they do. More importantly she is dumping one of the finest men I have ever known. I know, if it wasn't for him, I'd probably be a drug running junkie. I know several of you owe him too." Several 'Amens' were heard.
"I don't know about you, but I think we should do something for David, McDonald's, and for all the 'common people' who don't get the respect we and they deserve. It might be risky, but are you with me?"
After a moment of silence, one of the managers spoke, "As the man in the movie Network said, 'I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore.' I don't' care if it costs me my job. Let's 'Burn the Bitch'." Approval was unanimous.
Just before I left the hotel, I was stopped by the front desk clerk who handed me his business card. "I'm on duty now but call me. Believe me, you want to talk to me."
In the Sunday paper there was a personal, full page ad from the twelve McDonald's managers. It told people about the Facebook page (now removed from its original site but republished elsewhere) and the insult that it presented for working people, McDonald's employees, and David Campbell. It said I had compiled many achievements in supporting my employees. My efforts in helping the local community were also outlined.
The ad went on to say that the managers agreed that the United Way did not respect them and the non-upper management people of the Greater Cincinnati area. Therefore, the managers of the McDonald's listed at the bottom of the ad, would no longer support the United Way or any other charity or fundraiser other than Ronald McDonald Houses. The ad urged people to contribute directly to the agencies they wanted to help but not do it through the United Way. Their McDonald's would have information stations to provide the documentation to back up what they posted in their ad.
It took a while. The CEOs were initially sympathetic to Brenda's rant and missed the insult to the blue-collar workers. Most people didn't understand what the fuss was or didn't care. But there was a small but significant group of people who had been feeling the disrespect and loathing of those who had supposed 'important' jobs. They seemed to have been looking for a way to express their displeasure. This ad gave them the way to do it.
The furor grew and grew. Local newspapers were initially reluctant to print anything that put the United Way in a negative light. However, they received more Letters to the Editor about Brenda's Facebook entry than any other topic in recent history. Articles finally started appearing that tried to take a non-judgmental stance but noted the rising protests.
Our girls posted a Facebook page with information that they basically went straight from our house to Richard's house. Although their purpose was to brag how great their lives were becoming, it made most people realize that Brenda and Richard had been intimate before the divorce proceedings. Most needed no further proof. It was soon taken down.
A friend of mine, who was also a member of the GCUW Board, gave me the following information.
Brenda was called to an emergency meeting of the Board of the Greater Cincinnati United Way. She looked nervous. Michael Broadbent, President of the First Third Bank, presided. He had been one of Brenda's biggest supporters, so she didn't appear too scared. "Brenda, please bring us up to date on the status of this year's United Way campaign."
"Thank you, Michael. Well, we are not doing quite as well as hoped. It seems the turndown in the economy, the people who made one-time contributions to the hurricane relief, and... ."
"Bullshit, Brenda. You know your damn Facebook entry has caused this."
Brenda looked shocked at Michael's words. The Board member reported to me that he was surprised also because Michael had never been anything but nice to her in the past. Brenda responded, "I know that some people misunderstood what I was trying to say, but I have taken it down. The inappropriate reaction should die down soon, and we'll get back on target."
Michael went on, "What planet are you living on, Brenda? Not only are people REFUSING to fill out automatic withdrawals for next year, they are calling and DEMANDING we stop their current year contributions. The McDonald's restaurants were the largest contributor in the Restaurant category of donors for the last three years. This year, they are contributing ZERO. Other restaurants are way down in contributions too. I got a call from some Union officials who are considering opting out of offering the United Way as a choice for automatic paycheck withdrawals. We are facing a disaster if we don't nip this in the bud."
"Michael, although I think you may be overreacting, I imagine there are a few people David has gotten to react because he got his feelings hurt but... ."
"Brenda, do you know what is in this box?" He put a bankers' box on the conference table.
"No."
"This box contains over 1000 letters all saying they will not contribute again, at least as long as you are head of the United Way. Every one of these mentions your put down of blue-collar workers. Many tell a personal story of how your husband has helped someone in their family. Hell, that man appears to have done as much for people in our community than half the agencies we support."
She responded, "I will get right on this. I will issue an apology and..."
"Brenda, do you know what is in this box?"
Brenda seemed to be getting irritated now. "Of course, I don't, Michael. More letters I suppose?"
"This box is empty. What will be in it in the next 30 minutes is your personal belongings. You're fired!"
Her reaction was swift. "You can't fire me. I'm the most successful Chairperson you've ever had. I'll file a suit for wrongful termination."
"We thought you might say threaten us. That's why we invited Homer Whitney, our Board attorney. Homer?"
"According to your employment contract, Roman Numeral III, Capital Letter B, Number 3, sub paragraph (c): 'The Party of the Second Part, that's you, is to project a positive public image of the Party of the First Part, that's the United Way Board, in all communications, which includes social media. Any public communication that creates a negative perception and/or causes a significant reduction in campaign funds, shall be grounds for punishment up to and including dismissal.' I believe we are well within our rights to fire you." Homer couldn't resist adding, "Your boyfriend will probably tell you the same." Brenda left, with the empty box, in tears.
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My oldest daughter reported to me what she saw and overhead the next scene at Richard's house where they were now living.
Brenda took her now full box to Richard's house and poured a full glass of scotch. I knew Brenda hated scotch, but I figured she hated it less than what had just happened. She took a big gulp and promptly threw it up.
Richard came in much later than normal having obviously been drinking also. Like Brenda, he had a box of his things. "Hello, Bitch. I hope you're satisfied. Now we're both out of a job. Guess what? You and your two little whores can get out of my house. Now!"
"Richard, you can't mean that. You got fired too? How could they? You're one of the best attorneys they have."
"Problem is that no matter how good an attorney you are, you can't earn money without clients. Your darling husband's campaign has caused our firm, my former firm, to lose business. That means more to the partners than how good a lawyer I am. They used the excuse that it was unethical, like they give a shit about ethics, for me to try and represent my lover's and her husband's interests in a divorce case."
"Can't you sue?"
"Yeah. I could sue the law firm. I guess I could sue David and, while I'm at it, I'll sue Jesus Christ too. I have about as much chance of a settlement against him as the firm or David."
"Let's go to bed, Richard. Things will probably appear better in the morning."
"I am going to MY bed in MY house. I don't know where you and your rug rats are going to be, but it's not going to be in MY house. In case you wondered, without my job, it probably won't be my house much longer. Good bye. By the way, you were pretty lame in bed."
Brenda and the girls went to her parents' house. The girls and her mother and father had lots of questions, but she asked them to defer questions until the morning. After fixing breakfast for the girls and after fortifying herself with several cups of coffee and aspirin, Brenda called me.
"David, how could you ruin my life like that?"
"I'm sorry. How would you have preferred I ruin your life?"
"You smart ass. I give. You've won. I've stopped the divorce procedure. Congratulations, you still have a wife and two daughters. We'll be moving back this weekend. I assume you haven't replaced us yet."
"No one could replace you and the two back stabbing clones of yours. And you all are not moving back in. You don't get to say, 'Oh that divorce thing, never mind. Everything goes back to the way it was.' You need to realize there is still a divorce procedure in play, my divorce procedure against you."
"Are you making that up? If you've filed for divorce, why haven't I received it."
"That's because you moved out of Richard's house. You should get the papers today at your parents' house. And I'll even let you have more than three days to sign it."
Brenda changed to a mellower tone, "David, there's no need for a divorce now. Can't we work this out? We had a lot of good years together. I only wanted you to reach your full potential. I believed in you more than you did yourself. Richard attracted me because he was someone who always strived for more. I shouldn't be blamed for wanting that from my husband.... . Hello?" I don't know how long she continued to talk before she figured out I had hung up. My daughters said she cried a long time after.
In a couple of days, our daughters drove her crazy about having to go back to public school and demanded she make things better with Dad. They blamed her for tricking them into disrespecting their father and they decided in hindsight how they should have stayed with me and on and on. Brenda called me once again.
"David, can we talk without you hanging up?"
"Sure, I was just about to call you anyway."
I could almost hear that a glimmer of hope sprung up in Brenda's heart. At least her voice indicated it. "Oh, thank you David. Can we talk now?"
"No. You and your lawyer can meet with me and my lawyer at 3:00 Friday at the law office of Myers, Dethridge, and Lackey. We can talk then."
I found out that Brenda didn't have a lawyer now since leaving Richard and had to find one willing to wait to be paid until she got back together with me or a financial settlement was made. She was barely able to brief him before the meeting.
Brenda and her male lawyer and our two daughters came into the conference room where my female lawyer and I were sitting and chatting. My lawyer and I were in a good mood. I saw my daughters and upon them making eye contact with me, they moved around the table indicating they wanted to hug me. My stern look stopped them. "Don't even think about it. You chose your mother over me. Go sit with her."
Misty spoke up, "She made us go with her and that pervert lawyer. Please Daddy, let us come home. We're really sorry."
As badly as I had been treated, I could not help but believe there was still reason to keep them in my life. I decided this was not the moment to talk about that. "Let's move on with the matter at hand." I asserted.
Cecilia later told me that Brenda's lawyer, Milton, whispered to her mother, "Do you know who that is with your husband?"
Brenda shook her head no.
"That's Sarah Burns. She is the most rabid divorce attorney in the state. I have never seen her with a male client. This does not look good."
Sarah spoke first. "Milton, good to see you again. I hope things don't get out of hand like last time." She laughed.
Milton responded, "I promise to behave if you do." His grin was obviously forced. "Sarah, I've never seen you with a male client before, what gives?"
With a grin Sarah explained, "Well, I've always represented the wronged party. It just so happens that it's usually the man who is the one at fault. In this case, it is David who is the wronged party. He happens to be my former supervisor when I worked for McDonald's. David is the one I credit for turning my life around. I took his case pro bono."
After a pause, Milton began the negotiations. "Mrs. Campbell wishes to postpone the divorce proceedings until a series of counseling sessions has occurred. She still believes the marriage can be saved."
Sarah answered for me which was probably a good idea given how mad I was. "Mr. Campbell does not believe there is a chance for reconciliation. Even if it were to be court ordered, he says he would prefer to go to jail than waste his time in counseling. As the manager he can be absent as long as he wants. He has a very capable staff to carry on without him, indefinitely."
Brenda had evidently told Milton to expect such a response and drop the counseling request. "If that is the case, Mrs. Campbell will amend her original petition. Since she is no longer employed, she is requesting alimony for five years in addition to the house, one car, assets split evenly, child support and primary custody. Mr. Campbell can have limited visitation. Nothing unusual."
Sarah spoke, "Mrs. Campbell can have primary custody, but Mr. Campbell is to have unlimited visitation whether it be frequent or not. We would also stipulate that the house be sold if the custodial parent decides not to remain in the house. Otherwise, the house will be sold after the youngest girl turns 18 and the equity split. In addition, if Mrs. Campbell seeks alimony for more than two years, we will change our petition for divorce to Adultery.
Brenda was mad now. "You have no proof of adultery. It's a bluff Milton. We were legally separated when the girls and I went to live with Richard. People have just assumed there was something going on. Let's go*."
Sarah addressed Milton, "Wouldn't you like to see our proof of pre-separation adultery before you embarrass your client in front of a judge?"
"This is not a hearing, Sarah. We don't need to get into evidence. But just out of curiosity, what do you think you have?"
David called on his cell phone and several people walked in. Sarah spoke, "The man on your far right is the desk clerk for the Hyatt Regency. He can testify that months before the legal separation/divorce petition, Richard and Brenda spent more than a couple of hours together in the Hyatt Regency, always in a room with only one king size bed. This occurred multiple times. We have dates and copies of credit card receipts."
Brenda jumped in. "That doesn't prove anything. We were discussing United Way business."
Sarah went on. "The next person works for Room Service. He can testify as to the clothing, or lack of clothing when they were in the room together one time. The final person is a maid who can testify on witnessing an episode of doggy style coitus before she quickly retreated. She can also testify as to the semen stains in their bed on numerous occasions and, before you object, I would love to debate in front of a judge as to whether a maid of 15 years experience can be considered an expert on semen stains or not."
Sarah then asked, "Now can I assume you don't have a problem with the changes we propose?"
Brenda interrupted, "No. I do have a problem. David, I made a terrible mistake. I want to come home with you living there. I want to be the wife I used to be. I want to make up for the horrible way I treated you. I will do anything you want. Please remember back to our first years together. We can have that again. Give me and the girls another chance. We still love you and I pray you still love me, us."
David waited a minute before saying, "You want for things to go back to where they were before you thought I was not good enough for you? Brenda, there are some things you can't put back like toothpaste in the tube. What you all did to me is another example. How can you undo adultery? How can you undo holding me in contempt? How can you undo breaking my heart?" After a short pause, I went on. "By the way, one reason I am willing to go through this divorce is that I was selected for the new program McDonald's has for outstanding managers to become franchise owners. It only seems right that you be sued for divorce by someone with higher status than a mere manager.
"Bottom line: I don't want to be married to you any more Brenda, but I will give you a fair deal. Girls, I will still be your father and financially support you until you are 18. But you disowned me. It's time to take the consequences for your action. I will, however, on a trial basis, agree to spend time with you. Future visits and support for college will depend on how you treat me. Any disrespect will mean no more visits."
Cecilia spoke, "We promise Dad. No more disrespect. Thank you for giving us another chance."
Brenda whined, "Why don't I get a second chance?"
With a piercing look I spat out, "I can forgive immature girls. I cannot forgive an adult whom I loved above all else and who was supposed to love me above all else. Marriage is based on love, trust and respect. You gave me NONE of those these last few years. The deal in front of you is the best deal you're going to get. You have one minute to sign after the revised papers get here, or we head to court and let the judge decide. Ask your lawyer if he thinks if you'll get a better deal or not."
Milton sat down apparently in despair. "Brenda. Sign the damn papers."
The revised copy was completed and returned to the conference room. Brenda signed the papers and passed them to me. Before signing, I looked up and I spoke softly to my crying, soon to be ex-wife. "Brenda, I would like to ask you something."
"Sure David, ask me anything. What do you want to know?"
"Okay. Why, Brenda, why? I thought there was a time you loved me and our life together."
Brenda sobbed her answer, "I don't know, David. That sounds stupid, but I don't know. Part of it was probably the rush I felt of being seen to be so important by so many influential people, it just went to my head. I forgot what was really important, you and the girls. I thought I was too important to be married to a McDonaId's employee. I should have been proud to be the wife of a McDonald's manager. I should have been proud to be your wife no matter what your job was. If you can tell me how to fix this, I will do anything. Believe me, I have learned my lesson. Please give me, our marriage, another chance. Please."
After I remained silent for a while, Brenda asked, "David, is there anything else you want to know?"
I shook my head 'No' at first but then I changed my mind and said, "Yes, there is." I took Brenda's copy of the divorce papers I had signed and handed it to her.
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"*Author's note: After several submissions",
"I must confess I have not been able to correctly predict the ratings my stories receive. No biggie. I have found out that there are a bunch of frustrated English teachers who seem to delight in finding spelling and grammatical errors. To you with that inclination",
"I promise to keep you busy. There is also a group who only want BTB stories. Sorry",
"I write both but like reconciliation more than burning. By the way",
"I plan to never reveal in advance if there is no sex or whether it is a BTB story or not. Read and find out. I hope you enjoy.* "
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*I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the tenth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last five years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.*
Chapter 6
On the plane I had chance to reflect on these last few months. Nothing in my life suggested any of this would or even should have happened. I have fantasies just like the next guy but this was no fantasy. I knew going in the odds were against me. If it were all to end today I would have no regrets.
Sure I intend to fight to the end but who am I kidding, I'm just another guy in a sea of guys. I will have memories no one can take away, parents that love me, a brother that I can depend on, my grandmother I adore and most of all Daisy. If there was any bright spot to my coming home now it was to see Daisy. I have to admit I had never missed her as much as I did right now.
If I was disappointed coming home without Rose and Lilly I knew she would be devastated. Daisy has no desire to accumulate money or things. Daisy values people, especially family and friends. During this short time I believe Daisy has fallen in love with Rose and Lilly as much as I have.
I sat waiting for my luggage trying to make sense of it all. Lilly hadn't even returned my message that I arrived home safely. Anyway I looked at it, it didn't seem promising. I checked the time and saw it was just after one. With nothing better to do I decided to go into the office and get caught up on some work.
I had just pulled in the parking lot when my phone rang. When I saw it was from California I immediately answered it.
"Hello?"
"You get back here you chickenshit!" Emily blasted in my ear.
I could tell she was upset her voice quivered in defiance. I wanted to calm her down but knew it would only make matters worse. I took a deep breath then let it slowly out.
"I can't do that and we both know it!" I replied calmly.
"I don't know anything except you snuck out without so much as a goodbye!" Emily wept.
"I didn't sneak out, I left. You knew I had to be home today." I corrected her.
"When are you coming back?" Emily sobbed in the phone.
"Emily I'm not coming back, this is my home." I replied.
"What if they don't come back?" Emily threatened.
"I guess that will be up to you won't it?" I retaliated.
"I can't live without them." Emily boohooed.
"From what I saw you can't live with them!" I countered. "I told you in the letter there is a room here for you."
"What do you want Parker?" Emily shouted "Money?"
"You know this is not about money!" I shouted back.
"What do you want then?" She started to weep again.
"I'm in love with Lilly I want you to allow me to marry her." I insisted. "I want Lilly and Rose to come live with me. What do you want Emily?"
"I want to be part of their lives!" Emily blubbered. "I want you back in my life!"
"Emily, it sounds like we both want the same things don't we?" I agreed with her.
"Do you mean that?" Emily sniffled.
"Yes Emily, I mean it?" I assured her.
The phone went dead as she hung up on me. It wasn't at all unexpected her hanging up, the problem for me was, I wasn't sure why? With the talk Emily and I had still weighing on my mind I headed inside the office for a few hours.
I looked up from my desk the clock showed it was half past six, I wrapped up the file I was working on and headed out of the office.
I called Lilly before I left, she answered on the first ring.
"Parker!" She said happily. It was so good just to hear her voice.
"Hello Lilly." I said warmly.
"I miss you." Lilly whispered.
"I miss you." I repeated. "How is Rose and Emily?"
"Emily is not happy with you or me." Lilly replied. "Rose is not doing well either."
"I there anything I can do?" I asked knowing I was half the country away.
"Have you talked to Daisy?"
"Not yet I'm on my way home now." I explained.
"Oh darling I am so sorry I thought you knew!" Lilly replied exasperated. "This has all gone so wrong."
"What has?" What's wrong?" I could feel the desperation in her voice.
"You know how Rose gets around Emily." Lilly asked.
"Yea, so what does that have to do with Daisy?" I questioned.
"Emily is very upset you left. She threatened us ...Daisy called ... Rose was mad... Parker, Daisy needs you!" Lilly apprised me.
"Lilly I should get home, she's there all alone." I replied. "I'll call you later."
"Parker we can fix this. Please have Daisy call me. " Lilly replied. "I love you Parker. I trust you to do the right thing!"
"I love you Lilly." I said heading out the door.
When I arrived home the place was eerily quiet. I sat my luggage in the kitchen and headed up the stairs. Looking in Daisy's room I saw it was empty. I was just about to start back down when I heard her weeping in my room. I pushed the door the rest of the way open, she was curled up in my bed her bloodshot eyes looking out from under the covers.
"There you are." I said smiling.
"Go away!" Daisy sobbed.
Ignoring her I went and sat beside her. She rolled over facing the other direction.
"I thought you might have missed me?" I teased her. "I missed you!"
"You left me!"
"I came back didn't I?" I reached out and touched her shoulder over the covers.
"You didn't bring them back did you?" Daisy wept louder.
"No...no I didn't...I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Then she's not coming back!" Daisy wailed.
"We don't know that Daisy." I replied caressing her head as she cried in the pillow.
"She won't even talk to me now!" Daisy yelled at me
"You still have me." I whispered
The urge to kiss Daisy overpowered me. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. Her arms instantly wrapped around my neck and pulled me tight. It was like we were two lovers kissing for the first time. Breathing through our noses was not enough to fuel the fires burning below the surface.
The noise our lips and tongues made filled the room. There was slurping and moaning. Daisy whimpered each time I pulled away, she was determined to maintain contact. The covers moved lower as she moved up to kiss me again. Her full tits slipped from below the sheet. My hands moved below the covers and gripped her waist.
"I need you Parker." Daisy mewed. She started unbuttoning my shirt.
"But Daisy you're my sister!" I protested as she pulled the shirt off my shoulders.
"I don't care, I need you to love me!" Daisy had my belt loose and working on my slacks.
"I do love you Daisy, but this is..." She pulled the covers off and pounced on me kissing me to stop me from talking.
Half undressed and struggling to control my desires I succumbed to her passion again. Daisy kissed me as my hands drifted lower gripping her panty covered ass. I thought there was a chance we might reign this in since she was at least not completely naked. I was wrong again. I let my guard down long enough for Daisy to remove my pants and tee shirt.
She resumed her attempt to seduce me with renewed vigor. I could feel my hard cock press against her pussy with just our underwear separating us from incest. We had been this close before, in fact even closer but I was in control then. For some reason this time I knew it was different.
"Daisy I can't do this, what will Lilly say?" I asked hoping to end this.
"I told you both this was going to happen." Daisy replied seriously. "Please don't make me call her yet. It will just make her upset."
I had heard those exact words before when Rose seduced me.
"Lilly approves?" I asked stunned.
Then I remembered Lilly asked me to have Daisy call. Lilly knew Daisy wanted this and in her own way she was telling me she approved.
"She let you fuck her mother Parker. She wants this as much as we do." Daisy leaned over and kissed me. "They share everything!"
Daisy lowered her lips back to mine. She pushed my boxers down. "Now make love to me!" She whispered.
I pulled her soaked panties to the side Daisy reached down and guided me into her gushing twat.
"OOOHHHH! She groaned as she lowered herself over me. "I've waited so long to feel you in me! I love you Parker!" Daisy cried out.
If there was any apprehension up to this point it melted away instantly with that declaration. I pulled her down so I could kiss her again. Daisy moaned as the pace of our coupling picked up. I gripped her ample ass and drove her down hard over my cock.
"I need you to fuck me!" Daisy groaned. "Please get on top."
She rolled to the side shucking her panties. I removed my boxers and moved between her legs. I had never seen Daisy so happy. With her legs splayed I looked at Daisy's waiting pussy. Pink and puffy I noticed something else. I looked up at her and back down to her engorged clit.
"What have we here? This is new." I reached down and flicked it gently.
Daisy arched her back and shuddered as her sensitive pleasure button wiggled to a halt.
"Not now Parker fuck me!" She looked up begging me.
"Oh you're not getting off that easy!" I panted.
I grabbed my dick and spanked her engorged clit lightly. Daisy squealed as her body reacted with dizzying swiftness. I pushed her legs open and rubbed her clit with my mushroom head, her pussy pulsed beneath me oozing her excitement. She looked up past her voluptuous breasts and watched my cock drip with pre-cum over her exposed pearl.
"Parker!" She screamed as her pussy mashed against my cock and started quivering. "I need you in me NOW!" Daisy roared.
I guided my cock back in her pussy. Daisy reached for me and pulled me down to smother her luxurious body. Taller than the twins she was also softer and voluptuous. Daisy's cunt clamped down on my cock hoping not to let it go. I started fucking her harder as she encouraged me on.
Using my elbows to support myself I gripped her pendulous breasts wiggling on her chest. Her thick nipples were hard and tempting. I let the meaty orbs slip through my hands until my fingers gripped her stiff nubs.
"Yes!" Daisy whimpered as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger gently.
I concentrated on her every move and response. Daisy is a passionate lover, her every desire became clear as she responded to each move I made. Focusing just on her I changed rapidly with her evermore demanding desires. I had her moaning and then cooing only to build her back up to another level of ecstasy.
Daisy was pushing then pulling, her fingers dug deep in my back then caressed my shoulders, she was so consumed at times I don't think she knew where she was or what she wanted. That all changed when she started to convulse below me.
Daisy reached down and gripped my hips urging me to fuck her even faster. I lowered down to kiss Daisy as her orgasm started to build. Slowly her legs started to close, her heals dug in the bed to meet my frantic thrusts. Our lovemaking had reached a fevered pitch neither one of could continue for much longer.
"Daisy I'm close!" I warned no longer able to hold back.
I looked down at her, Daisy looked up happily. She dug her fingers in my ass and slammed me home. Her pussy contracted, her hips slapped against mine. I could feel her body tense.
"Make me cum!" Daisy squealed. "Fill me with your love!"
I ejaculated as Daisy ground her cunt against me. Her hand slip up my sides pulling my shoulders hard mashing her tits into my chest. The quivering in her pussy soon became a shudder throughout her whole body.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh ...uh...uh...uh fuck!" Daisy groaned.
I thrust in one last time before finding her lips and kissing her.
"So good!" Daisy whimpered, her hands now caressing my back. "I love you Parker."
I had deposited all the cum available leaving her cunt a frothy mess. My cock still refused to completely deflate, my semi hard cock still churned our excitement deep in her pussy. I pushed up on my hands looking between us. Daisy's hands moved back down and gripped my ass keeping me inside her.
Daisy opened her legs wide again, her clit popped up from her full puffy pussy. My cock was coated with thick creamy cum as it very slowly moved in and out of her. Daisy looked on with me to see I was still not shrinking from my first orgasm. With one hand she moved it over her mons rubbing her clit tenderly.
"She wants more Parker!" Daisy said huskily.
"You still sure this was the right thing to do?" I asked concerned our relationship would now change.
She dipped her fingers in her pussy beside my cock, it swelled instantly increasing the pressure against her fingers.
"He thinks it is!" Daisy squealed. My cock swelled again as she pulled her fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean. "I don't think he wants to stop yet! I know she doesn't."
Daisy smeared more cum on her clit and rubbed it side to side. She opened her legs wider her flush pussy gaped open around my cock inviting me back into the depths.
"Lilly will just have to wait for that call!" Daisy giggled. "My brother just showed me he loves me!"
Daisy pulled her hand from between us and urged me to start fucking her again.
"I love you Daisy." I whispered as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.
Eventually we switched positions. With Daisy on top I enjoyed the view of her ass as she rode my cock facing away from me. After some time she turned to face me so I could fondle her full sized tits until we both orgasmed again.
Daisy rolled to the side and we cuddled for a few minutes. She stroked my cock, I caressed up and down her body.
"I need to call her it's getting late." Daisy said turning to face me.
"Do you want me to leave?" I leaned over and kissed her.
"Please stay." Daisy gripped my cock harder, threatening me not to go.
We sat up in bed as Daisy called Lilly from her phone.
"Hello? Lilly it's Daisy!" She happily squeaked.
"Yes he's right here...Oh Lilly he is a wonderful lover... thank you for sharing!" Daisy looked over at me.
She took my arm and wrapped it around her. I pulled her close as she leaned back against me. With her free hand she picked up my semi hard cock and stroked it slowly.
"Lilly when are you coming home?" Daisy looked at me sadly. "Lilly he loves you more, besides I can never be his wife... of course I will stay if you want me to...but she doesn't want to talk to me! ...but ...I love you Lilly, I will..."
Daisy's soft breasts pressed against my chest as she moved to my lap. She leaned her head against my shoulder tears started to appear in the corner of her eyes. Daisy nuzzled tight begging me to hold her.
With the phone still to her ear Daisy started talking again.
"Yes Rose I'm here...I don't care I still love you!" Daisy protested weeping uncontrollably. "I forgive you please just come home with Lilly!"
"...yes you can live here." Daisy looked up at me sobbing. I nodded she was right.
"Parker just said yes...he's here holding me...yes we did..., but we love you!" Daisy argued.
"I know but it felt so good inside me..."Daisy laughed through her tears. "It's still dripping...you too?" Daisy squealed looking at me with a yearning she needed to act on.
Daisy extended up and kissed me holding the phone to our lips. "That one is for you love... we need you Rose...please come...goodbye."
Daisy hung up the phone and tossed it to the side. Wrapping her arms around my neck she tried kissing me but she was crying too hard. I held her until she no longer had tears to shed.
"Have you eaten today?" I asked.
She shook her head as I shifted from under her. I kissed her forehead then I stood up and moved across the room looking back at Daisy.
"I'll make us something to eat. You come down when you're ready." I whispered.
I went to the bathroom and took a shower and put on a tee shirt and gym shorts. It was late now so I just made a salad and crackers with various toppings. I heard the shower run upstairs. At least she was up I thought. Daisy had gone from despair to ecstasy to disappointment in a matter of hours.
Daisy came down shortly after. Hoping to stay off the subject that had consumed our lives recently, we ate, talking mostly about school. We talked about her classes for the summer and what kind of job she wanted when she graduated.
We cleaned up the kitchen and headed back to bed. I removed my tee shirt, Daisy wore only panties. Daisy kissed me goodnight several times and cuddled up to me and went to sleep.
I woke up late for me, I stopped in the bathroom on the way down to the kitchen. Since I had little to eat last night I was a bit hungry. Wearing just my shorts I started making myself breakfast. Upstairs I heard the water running announcing Daisy was not only awake but up.
I was concerned how our lovemaking would affect Daisy, our relationship, and our relationships with the twins. With a new day upon us, and the passions from last night quenched, I wondered if we would still feel the same way today. Had we gone too far? Were we prepared for the sobering reality that we committed incest?
We would soon know as the creaks from the old house announced her descending the steps. Daisy rounded the corner wearing an old button down shirt of mine. The only problem is it wasn't buttoned and she was no longer wearing panties.
"Planning a casual day are we?" I teased nervously.
Daisy sidled up to me. She took my wrists and guided my hands inside the shirt. I gripped her waist as she mashed her big tits against me.
"I know how hard that was for you Parker. If we never do it again I want you to know I'm still glad we did it." Daisy said looking up anxiously. "I really do love you."
"So I'm not just a one night stand?" I teased.
"Do you want it to be?" Daisy asked seriously.
She hit a nerve with that one. I knew how she felt about me, and me about her, but this was problematic. I reached down and grabbed her bare ass. Picking her up I sat her on the counter. I spread her legs and stood between them. Daisy seemed both happy and confused.
"Daisy this is so complex I don't even know where to start. A few months ago I was just a dorky guy ..."
"No, Parker you're not, a nice guy maybe, maybe even too nice but not a dork!" Daisy argued.
"Ok, but still? First Rose and Lilly, then Emily, and I'm still not clear on that one. And now you?" I moved my hands around her sides to her back drawing closer. "I'm in love with Lilly, I want to marry her, I don't want to do anything to lose her."
"Parker she is the one, you NEED to marry her." Daisy replied emotionally.
"But I won't do that if I lose you." I sighed. "I won't do that Daisy, I love you too much to lose you."
"Parker I feel the same way." Daisy confessed.
"But what if she ...Daisy we made love!"
"I told Lilly it was going to happen just like I told you. In fact Lilly encouraged it." Daisy replied giving me her version of the wicked grin.
"Lilly?" I protested. "How...why...?"
"Because she's in love with you silly! Rose, Emily, and me, it was all her way of keeping you for herself!"
"But that doesn't make any sense! If I'm sleeping with all of you how is she keeping me for herself?" I asked more confused than ever.
"Parker she wants to be your wife, to have kids, raise a family, and keep you happy. Sex is low on her list, how better to keep you happy than provide you with safe sexual partners. Her lesbian sister she's intimate with, a crazy mother you would never run off with, and now your sister." Daisy giggled. "Although I'm not sure the mother was planned, I think Emily pushed for that!"
"But they live in California! How is that supposed to work?" I countered.
Daisy grinned. "You've done your part, Lilly is working on the rest."
"You two have been playing me?" I said slightly offended.
"No Parker, helping you." Daisy cupped my face in her hands.
Daisy pulled me in and kissed me. "Parker do you know why Tori took you to the airport?"
"What are you talking about?" I was as confused as ever.
"Lilly was so scared she couldn't bear to watch you leave. She knew only Tori was strong enough to make sure you left."
"Wait a minute, you mean Lilly wanted me to stay?"
"No silly, she wanted you to go. Parker she wants to come home!" Daisy reached down and stroked my cock making it hard again. "Why do you think she left her clothes? She just needs to convince Rose to come with her."
"You think so?" I asked encouragingly.
Daisy slipped my shorts down and gripped my cock. Scooting to the edge of the counter she opened her legs wide and guided me to her puffy cunt. Daisy rubbed my cock along her gash several times whimpering as it brushed against her clit. The head of my cock glistened with her excitement. Her little pearl now covered in its pink hood.
"If she misses us as much as I already miss this thing inside of me, she will be back." Daisy cooed looking at me her eyes still hopeful.
I eased myself back in her dripping pussy as Daisy pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Her bare tits mashed against my chest. I pushed my cock deep in her pussy, she wrapped her legs behind me to hold me from moving.
"I'm glad we're lovers now Parker, please tell me you feel the same." Daisy whispered her head resting on my shoulder. "Show me you still love me too."
I pulled out slightly then plunged my cock hard back in her pussy. Daisy moaned in appreciation. I slammed her cunt a few more times my balls hitting the edge of the counter uncomfortably. I pulled her closer to the edge, Daisy locked her fingers around the back of my neck.
I reached up and grabbed each tit firmly leaning over and nibbling on each fat nipple. Daisy's ass screeched as it shifted on the counter. With the position we started fucking even more passionately. We looked down and her little pearl started to extend from its protective sheath.
"It only comes out for you." Daisy said huskily. "It is so sensitive when it's exposed like this, it's so greedy Parker!"
"Rub it for me!" I growled.
"I can't it's too much!" Daisy moaned.
"Rub it or I'll spank it with my cock!"
Daisy moved one hand between us and rubbed just to the side of her clit. She closed her eyes and flung her head back a loud whimpered escaped her lips. Daisy moved her fingers above her clit I watched as my cock continued to fuck her cunt. She pulled the hood over her clit back exposing more of the sensitive bud.
"Rub it!" I demanded.
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round her clit. She was moaning and writhing on the counter. I reached down and gripped her ass sliding her to the inside corner.
I pulled Daisy off the edge of the counter lying her on her back. With one leg on the counter to our left the other hanging over the sink on our right. Daisy's legs spread wide my hands held her thighs as I continued to fuck her steadily.
Daisy still had not followed my orders even though she was rubbing herself to an orgasm. Impatient I pulled out and grabbed my cock spanking her exposed clit squarely. Her tits shuddered as her body shook.
"Oh! Fuck!" Daisy screamed. "Please Parker!" She looked up past her massive tits.
"Rub it or I'll do it again!" I warned her as I shoved my cock back in her dripping cunt.
"Parker..." She pleaded but I started to pull my cock out as I dared her to disobey me again.
"Do it!" I shoved my cock back in.
Her fingers coated with spit and our passion Daisy rubbed her exposed clit. The response was instant. "Oh FUCK ME!" Her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard it hurt to pull back. "CUM IN ME!" Daisy screamed her body shaking uncontrollably on the counter.
I looked down, Daisy's one hand had two fingers formed in a V and squeezing both sides of her pussy lips pushing her clit up. With her other hand she flicked her clit one more time.
"Ah...ah...ahh...ahhhhhhhhhh!" Daisy started to orgasm.
I slammed her cunt hard as her pussy pulsed over my cock. Daisy's legs twitched on the counters, her stomach tightened. Her clit too sensitive to touch Daisy gripped her tits to keep them from slapping her chin. My balls slapped against her ass and sent a freight car filled with cum flooding her pussy. If Daisy was crying out I could no longer hear as I was lost in my own climax.
Daisy was delirious as her body wracked with each pulse of her massive orgasm. Her legs shuddered on the counters, her one foot hit the faucet turning on the water! I continued to pump her full of cum until the last thrust when I just held it against her well fucked pussy.
My legs strained to support us as I picked her ass up and set it back on the counter. Daisy sat up and kissed me, we were both covered with sweat. I reached over and turned off the water as my cock slipped from her pussy.
"Parker don't ever do that again! Another orgasm like that might kill me!" Daisy teased me.
"So you don't want me to show you if I love you again?" I teased her back.
"I want you to show me anytime you want!" Daisy threw her arms around my neck and kissed me forcing her tongue in my mouth. "Maybe just not right now!" She gasped.
Just then I heard a splat on the floor. I moved back slightly and we both looked down to see our cum oozing from her cunt and dripping on the floor. Daisy's pussy was gaping open, a pool of cum gathering at the opening. Daisy squeezed more from her pussy as we watched it land on top of the last. Her clit was red and swollen the little pearl starting to go back into hiding.
We looked up laughing at each other. I knew then and there we would always be lovers.
I was late for work but not by much. A man and woman from the FBI stopped by to update their investigation on Baxter. We went to a conference room so we could talk privately.
I explained everything over the next hour and a half. I answered every question and signed a statement. When we finished the feds were talking with my boss and thanking him for my help.
I went to my office and stared out the window. My mind drifted to Emily and our trip to see Baxter, I find myself missing her quirky eccentricity. I miss her teasing me with her body, flashing her tits, exposing her pussy.
Her clit reminded me of Daisy's. I thought about Daisy and how she told Lilly, because she was my sister, Daisy could never marry me. If the twins didn't return was that an option?
As a lover she's everything you could want, but how would she be as a partner? She can't cook, she doesn't like to clean, but she is smart and should find a good job. Daisy would make a great mother, I started to fantasize about us together.
I thought about Daisy getting pregnant, her belly swollen, and her tits getting even bigger. How her areolas would darken, her nipples engorged dripping with milk...
Just then my cell phone rang with a text waking me from my daydream. It was from Daisy.
I looked at the text, then at the clock, it was almost four. I looked back at the text. 'I will be bringing your favorite home for dinner.'
If Daisy couldn't cook she could at least do take out with the best of them. Hot wings are my favorite and she knew just where to get them. I replied that I would be home around six.
Knowing Daisy's car was in the garage I pulled in and parked in the drive. I walked in the door dropping my briefcase in the mud room and entered the kitchen. There she stood in front of the stove wearing an apron.
"Lilly?" I exclaimed startled.
"You were expecting someone else to cook your dinner?" She replied dryly.
"But Daisy texted...
"I will be bringing your favorite home for dinner." Lilly gave me her wicked smile. "So am I?"
Stunned and excited I didn't even answer. I moved to her and swept her off her feet. She kissed me as I pulled her ever tighter. It was an emotional a reunion for both of us as I hoped she was here to stay.
Just as I thought everything was going my way Lilly pulled free.
"Parker I need you to sit down!" Lilly said firmly.
Lilly then pointed to the table that was set for four. It was clear the greeting I would have expected was not going to happen just yet.
"How was your flight?" I asked as if this was a normal conversation we would have.
"It was fine." Lilly replied politely. "It was a little frantic getting to the airport but after we got on the plane it went smoothly." Lilly replied smiling.
"I hope Daisy didn't keep you waiting?" I smiled back.
"No, she was right on time." Lilly started grinning. "There was a bit of a scene at baggage claim but security made sure we got to her car safely."
"Can I see her?" I asked.
"Not until we have our talk." Lilly stonewalled me.
"Our talk?" I questioned
"Please sit down Parker." Lilly pleaded with me.
Taking a seat I looked on the table and in the middle sat the engagement ring. I contemplated what it meant. Lilly wasn't wearing it but she hadn't given it back. She glanced over at me smiling as she tended to her cooking.
"How is Emily?" I asked changing the subject.
"She's not happy with the way things were left between you two." Lilly gave me a scorned look.
"Any suggestions?" I asked humbly.
"I have one I think we could both live with." Lilly gave me that patented wicked smile.
"On the other hand Tori was very happy with the way you left things with her!" Lilly replied smiling again.
"I'm glad, I hoped we might have had more time." I suggested.
"Well you might just get that chance." Lilly replied cryptically.
It was almost dizzying as we jumped from one subject to the other while Lilly continued to cook. She had the hook set and was letting me squirm.
Lilly looked in the oven, taking off her apron she sat across from me at the table. She reached over and offered me her hand. I took it just inches from where the ring lie.
"Parker you do know I want to marry you right?" Lilly asked. "But do you know why?"
"Well I hope it is because we love each other?" I replied not quite sure what the real question was.
"Besides that?" Lilly intensified her gaze.
"Well, I hoped so we could start a family, raise some kids, grow old together?" I listed a few things that came to mind. Lilly broke out in a broad smile.
"Is that what you want Parker?" Lilly asked pointedly.
"As long as you're part of it." I answered truthfully.
"I want more than that Parker. I want normal. I want to make you breakfast, wash your clothes, send you off to work. I want babies and PTA meetings and watching our kids playing sports, or in a band, or whatever they want. I want to go on family vacations, skinny dip in the ocean, or make love in a field of flowers. I want to go to a movie and pay a babysitter, volunteer for a charity, and even host your poker night." Lilly suggested.
"Ok..."
I stopped when her reaction didn't match my agreement. Daisy said I was always a bit behind Lilly but I felt this time I was catching up.
"...but you didn't need to come all the way from California to tell me that, did you." I pointed out. "I know there's something you're not telling me."
"Parker, I don't want to be the twin sister to a TV personality..." Lilly looked away. "...or the daughter of an eccentric author." Lilly glared back at me.
"But you are those things Lilly. I can't change that." I replied.
"But if I am just Mrs. Parker Chase..." Her eyes pleaded with me to understand. "...I might not be able to be all of those things all of the time...but even if it's just some of the time..."
"Lilly what are you trying to say?" I questioned.
"Parker, before you offer me that ring there is more." Lilly warned me.
"More?" I asked. "More what?"
"Conditions, Parker, there are conditions you must agree to." Lilly started to shift in her chair nervously. I felt her hand tremble, she looked at me almost in fear. "I need you to let me explain without interrupting, this is hard enough."
"Ok."
'First, my libido is not as high as yours, but you should know as your wife I will never refuse to make love to you if I am physically able." Lilly started.
"Lilly..." I stopped as she raised her other hand indicating I should honor our agreement.
"Second is this. Parker, I will never leave Rose. If you take me you take her. If she decides to live someplace other than with us she can visit whenever and as long as she wishes."
"I think we both know that is understood." I responded breaking my oath.
"Also, Rose alone decides if and when to share our bed, together or alone, no exceptions!" Lilly demanded.
Shocked this was part of the deal I looked to see if she was serious, Lilly waited for me to respond. I nodded in agreement.
"Third. The rules for Daisy will be the same as Rose's. Neither will be contingent on their relationship with or without each other."
"Understood." I replied.
"Fourth. Sunday will be a day for family and only family unless we all agree otherwise. Ok?"
"Agreed!" I smiled relieved it was something that normal people do.
"Fifth. You will spend each Saturday night with Emily, and any other as I determine." Lilly explained.
"What?" I replied in shock. "Lilly she's your mother!"
"No interrupting!" Lilly snapped pointing her finger at me.
"But she lives in California!" I argued.
"You let me worry about that!" Lilly scolded me with her finger again. "Yes or no Parker your decision!"
It wasn't that I didn't want to do it. It was that I shouldn't do it. It was bad enough Rose was in the mix but Emily was somehow different. There was no smile from Lilly now just a determined look that pleaded with me to understand. She looked at the ring and then back at me. She had drawn the line in the sand and dared me not to step over it.
"I love you Lilly, you'll be my wife." I begged her to understand.
"Yes or no Parker, this is not a negotiation." Lilly held firm.
Remembering my conversation with Daisy I somehow knew this day would come.
"If that is your wish I accept." I answered defeated.
Lilly sat back in her chair as if the world had just been lifted from her shoulders. Her hand tightened on mine. I'm not sure she was this happy when I came in the door.
"Are there any other conditions?" I asked before I reached for the ring.
"No my love." Lilly chuckled.
I reached for the ring and looked at it closely again. This simple symbol of my love now took on new meaning. I stood and moved closer. Taking a knee I took Lilly's left hand as she offered it to me.
Lilly Bowman, will you marry me?" I asked.
"Yes Parker Yes!" Lilly replied emotionally.
I slipped the ring on her finger. Lilly threw herself at me toppling me over on the kitchen floor. She kissed me sealing our bond. I wrapped my arms around her slender body holding her to mine.
Lilly seemed so fragile but I know knew how strong she really was. Lilly kissed me repeatedly telling me how much she loved me. I started getting emotional and told her how much I loved her as well.
"I've missed you so much Lilly. How did you get here?" I finally asked.
"Parker I need to tell you so much but first I need to make a call then we can eat." Lilly explained.
"A call?" I asked confused.
"You go up and get the girls, I won't be long." Lilly kissed me one more time.
We stood up, I headed to the door and Lilly dialed her phone.
"Mom he said yes!" Lilly squealed. "You can go ahead and sign the papers."
Lilly looked at me standing at the door and waved me away with the back of her hand as she listened.
As I started leaving, she started talking.
"Definitively not!" Lilly said firmly. "We agreed on Saturday...yes you have him all day... we'll talk about that Sunday!"
I headed up the stairs wondering what I just got myself into.
"Mom he's upstairs, I'll call you in the morning. Mom I have to go..."
I passed my room and the bathroom before I came upon Daisy's room. The door was open just a few inches. I pushed it aside to find Rose and Daisy, fully dressed, asleep in each other's arms.
I leaned up against the opening and looked at them, a certain calm came over me. Somehow I knew this is where we all belonged. I heard Lilly come up the steps, she approached and slipped her arm around my waist. I dropped my arm around her back and pulled her tight.
"Should I wake them for dinner?" I whispered.
"I'll just turned the oven down to keep it warm, maybe later?" Lilly replied.
Daisy opened her eyes and looked at us, a broad smile crossed her face seeing us looking on. She snuggled closer pressing her big tits into Rose's back. Rose murmured for just a second adjusting back against Daisy. Daisy winked then closed her eyes.
Lilly and I looked on for another few moments then closed the door.
I heard her in the bathroom and then the light went out in the hall. With just the reading light on beside the bed Lilly walked in the room. I wish I could find the words to describe her as she stood there.
I looked at her delicate feet and followed them up her nubile body taking in every detail. The sheer gown only accentuated the beauty beneath it. Lilly came closer standing between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.
I reached out and took her waist in both hands holding her to take in every detail. Lilly was just above eye level, her hands rested on my shoulders.
My hands moved in front and started to unbutton her top.
Opening the lapels I nuzzled her pierced nipple. Lilly giggled as I then sucked on it softly. She pushed me back and pulled my shorts off. She then bent over to kiss me.
"Can I be on top tonight?" Lilly whispered.
Lilly looked between us her puffy lips splayed on either side as my cock entered her. I could feel her pussy contract as her desire started to build again. My hands were resting on her hips following her rapid movements her tits hung down to pointed cones, only the piercing in the one nipple breaking the profile. They danced on her chest for me, Lilly laughed and wiggled them for me even more.
Lilly pulled up just the head of my cock at her entrance. She moved her hips side to side, then without warning, plunged down hard over my cock eliciting an audible whimper. Her eye lids closed half way as she repeated this. The third time she impaled my cock her pussy lips smacked my groin making her moan loudly.
"Oh fuck!" Lilly hissed. She bit her lip, Lilly closed her eyes and concentrated on her pleasure.
Moving my hands down I gripped her ass low on her cheeks. She opened her eyes as if to ask if she could trust me, then closed them. I spread her cheeks and tugged her up, Holding just inside her quivering cunt I pulled down and thrust up at the same time.
"Fuck me." Lilly whimpered.
I pulled her up, our combined lubrication slurped adding to the excitement. I pulled my cock from her pussy and slid it between her obscenely spread ass cheeks. Lilly's eyes flung open a look of concern crossed her face. I repositioned it back to her pussy and filled Lilly again.
She ground down trapping my cock then just stopped. Lilly grinned as I tried to continue fucking. She pulled my hands from her hips and slipped them up under her tits.
"I have you Parker and I'm not letting go!" Lilly giggled.
Her pussy pulsed around my cock keeping me excited. Lilly caressed my face as I caressed her tits. Lilly slumped over and kissed me trapping my hands between us. She used my cock to tease her clit, then humped me to the edge of an orgasm
Lilly turned to ride me facing away. She bent forward to expose her ass and squealed as I rimmed her puckered hole with my finger. She leaned back against me and rubbed her clit as I gripped each tit and fondled them roughly.
Lilly jumped off my cock and straddled my face, alternating between sucking my cock or stroking it as she saw fit. I licked her cunt, and teased her clit when I could reach it. I rimmed her ass when she presented it to me.
We had been going at this for almost an hour, she brought us both close to coming several times always backed off at the last moment. It was like a marathon session of sexual positions and I was the stage prop.
At long last Lilly jumped off and lowered herself over my cock. I gripped her ass as she stretched up to kiss me.
"Roll me over." She hissed.
I could have bucked her off at any time, I doubt she weighed much over one hundred pounds. Rolling her over was easily accomplished. Lilly spread her legs, I plunged my cock in deep as her back was against the mattress.
"Yesssss." She moaned. "Parker...Please make me cum!" Lilly pleaded.
Lilly closed her eyes and smiled, her cunt contracting around my cock in desire. She had tried several positions and this was still her favorite. I started fucking her at a steady pace. Lilly willingly gave herself to me to do with as I wished.
I gripped her ass and held it just above the bed as her pussy welcomed me to the depths of her sex. When I nudged her cervix Lilly moaned. I have to admit the thought of impregnating her crossed my mind.
I was lost for a moment relishing the thought that she had come back to me. Every touch, every scent, and each noise she made all seemed perfect. Her pussy was hot and slippery and continued to milk my cock.
"Lil!" I gasped.
"I know..." She cooed.
Lilly was kissing my chest and bit my nipple firmly. I needed to cum but so wanted to bring her with me. I turned my attention back to Lilly. I lowered my body pressing her deep in the mattress.
I drug the root of my cock over her clit as her tits were mashed against my chest. Lilly started to buck against me announcing her impending orgasm. It was none too soon as I was myself was ready to spew.
Lilly gripped the sheet, her knuckles white with tension. I lunged back against her cervix, her pelvis rolled to keep me there, then this guttural groan escaped her lungs.
"UH, uh, uh, oh, oh, ah, ah..."
"I love you Lilllllllyyyyyyyyyy!" I moaned.
"Fill me up...oh Parker... I love you..." Lilly was fucking me now. Her cunt was gushing and greedy, her body spasmed as bolts of pleasure thrust her hard over my cock. My body responded by coating her inner walls with my seed.
I could feel her heart beat below me, her hands no longer gripped the bedding. I moved down and found her lips kissing her as the last waves of pleasure evaporated inside our bodies. Lilly held me in place as we continued to kiss.
We lounged in bed her head resting on my chest as I leaned against the headboard. I was caressing her stomach and occasionally playing with the piercing in her nipple. Lilly was stroking my cock just enough to keep it from going limp.
"Should we wake up the kids and go eat." I suggested.
"In a minute." Lilly snuggled in closer. "I have some things to tell you before we do that."
"Ok."
"You asked me how we got here." Lilly brought up my question from earlier.
"So I did."
"Tori was offered a promotion for a position at two locations. She chose the one here in Indianapolis. The company offered Tori a house not far from here." Lilly said nervously.
"That's great!" I replied enthusiastically.
"Do you mean that?" Lilly beamed.
"Of course! She's your aunt. She's family." I gushed.
"But Emily will live so close?" Lilly seemed concerned.
"So? ..."
"Parker I love you!" Lilly threw herself at me. "She can't wait to see you. She's coming in Saturday."
"Wonderful, we'll all go out and pick her up." I suggested.
"No Parker, she's coming in Saturday to see you. You can bring her over to go shopping Sunday." Lilly grinned.
"Lilly are you sure?" I asked concerned it was too soon.
"A deal is a deal!" Lilly held up the ring teasing me. "Now go wake up our babies while I get the table set. We have a lot of shopping tomorrow for when Emily arrives."
I threw on some sweats and a tee shirt and headed back to Daisy's room. I heard Lilly in the bathroom as I looked in on the girls. I stood there for several moments appreciating how beautiful they looked together.
When I heard Lilly head down the stairs I went and sat on the bed beside Rose. Daisy looked up when she felt the bed move. She looked up at me as happy as I had ever seen her. She reached over and shook Rose gently.
"Hey baby, Parker's here." Daisy whispered.
Rose smiled before she even opened her eyes. She lay facing my sister with her back to me.
"Is he naked?" She giggled.
"No." Daisy replied laughing.
"Oh well." Rose laughed.
Rose reached back and searched for my hand. When she found it she pulled it over her side and placed it over her chest. I squeezed Rose's tit through her top making her giggle.
"Maybe later but Lilly is downstairs getting dinner ready for the second time. We really should go eat." I replied.
Rose rolled over and looked up at me.
"So you already gave her the ring?" Rose asked getting emotional.
"I did..." A tear rolled over Rose's cheek. "...and she accepted." I admitted.
"Oh Parker!" Rose lunged at me. "So you said yes?"
"I did."
"Even to Emily?" Rose asked excitedly another tear rolled over her cheek.
"Yes."
She looked over at Daisy and reached for her hand. They both looked back at me. I could feel Rose shaking now she was so nervous.
"Even for your sister Daisy?" Rose dared to ask.
I looked at Daisy, she must have known what we were talking about. Our eyes locked on each other, I saw how she wanted this as much as I did.
"Especially Daisy." I confessed.
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ed with squealing women jumping on me. They were kissing me and each other, the bed groaned as they bounced around.
"Enough!" Lilly shouted. "I sent you in here to bring them down to eat not bring them off!" Lilly pointed her finger at me.
Daisy jumped from the bed and grabbed Lilly. She brought her over to the bed, Lilly tried to resist but she was no match for Daisy. Besides deep down I think she really wanted to join us.
Eventually we did go down to eat, the mood was happy and loving. As I reached up to turn the light off beside my bed Lilly snuggled up to me wearing just panties. I had just finished kissing her good night when Daisy and Rose opened the door.
"Really guys, would it hurt you to knock?" I asked.
They walked across the room also just wearing panties. Daisy slid in beside me and Rose moved to Lilly's side and cuddled up to her. I can't say it was the most comfortable night I slept but I loved every minute of it.
Friday I went to work as the ladies lounged in bed together. Lilly explained she and Rose were hoping their mother could change. Lilly knew it would be a difficult transition, but with our support, Lilly hoped Emily could start a new life.
Saturday morning when I came down for breakfast Lilly was waiting for me. There was a duffle bag and a hanging bag by the back door.
"Going somewhere?" I teased kissing Lilly on the cheek.
"No but you are." She looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes.
"Let me guess." I wrapped my arms around her slender waist holding her just inches away. "Emily is coming to town."
Lilly gave me nervous look. I leaned in and kissed her gently. "You're not mad?" She asked.
"Are you going to marry me?" I teased. Lilly pulled me down for a passionate kiss giving me her answer.
"I love you Parker. I knew you were the right man!" She beamed.
"A deal is a deal." I laughed.
"Go eat breakfast, her flight doesn't get here until later." Lilly shooed me to the table.
I was sitting along the far wall when she came down the escalator. It wasn't hard to pick her out, the floppy hat was the first thing I saw. I noticed everyone going the other direction on the escalator turned to check her out. I knew her outfit would be typical Emily. I smiled inwardly knowing this was going to be either really good or really bad.
As Emily stepped off the moving steps the crowd cleared in front of her. Her hair looked like it hadn't been combed in a week, with no makeup she looked like the wicked witch of the west.
Emily's top was several sizes too big, the scoop in the neck threatened to expose a tit any moment as it draped over one arm. That and as usual she wasn't wearing a bra. Emily's white shorts were cut off and frayed at the leg openings exposing every inch of her deeply tanned legs, and maybe a bit higher.
My guess is if you looked close enough there would be a rouge pussy hair or two among the threads of her shorts. Her camel toe was evident to anyone that cared to look. Emily's shoes had high solid wedge lifts that accentuated her calves, but they looked like she wore them in the garden.
I sat taking her in as she looked at the information board for her carousel. Her tight ass garnered more than her share of attention including mine. Her purse looked like a full size wicker basket she struggled to carry. She looked helpless and oddly out of place, which of course she was.
Emily is a star shaped peg in a world of round and square holes. She has so many facets people walking by will never see, and will never understand. I wonder how many Emily's are out there I have walked by?
I stood up and moved deftly across the massive terminal. Leaning over behind her I whispered in her ear.
"Are you still mad at me?" I teased.
Emily turned and saw me standing behind her. I knew the moment our eyes met she was about to fall apart.
"You came?" Emily cried out emotionally.
I was going to say something witty but she threw herself at me. Her hat flung back dangling by the string around her neck. I bent down and kissed her firmly on the lips, Emily's body was shaking.
As our lips parted Emily bear hugged me not letting go. I caressed her as she clung to me weeping softly. People walking by glanced at first but then started to stare.
'Em, we should get your luggage." I whispered kissing the top of her head.
"Where are my babies?" Emily held on tenaciously.
"At home with Daisy." I replied.
"They didn't come?" Emily looked up confused.
"You'll spend the day with them tomorrow." I explained softly.
"Tomorrow?" She seemed heartbroken.
"Today is Saturday." I said clearly.
Emily looked at me perplexed like I told her something she should already know. When I didn't follow up she tilted her head slightly thinking again about what I just said.
"Lilly..."
"Will have breakfast waiting for us." I replied subtly.
"Parker are you sure you're ok with this?" Emily looked up at me desperate to know what place she had in our lives.
"We have all day and night to talk about that." I assured her.
Sensing she needed reassured I bent down and offered to kiss her. Emily realizing the significance of my offer hesitated then attacked my lips with hers. I pulled her close her body melted into mine affirming our love. The tension in her body melted the longer we kissed.
"Should we take you home?" I whispered when Emily finally released me from her grasp.
"I would like that" Emily replied slipping her hand in mine.
I loaded her luggage in the back of the old sedan. We stopped and had lunch before the drive to her new house. With just the lap belt holding her in place Emily lay down across the seat with her head on my lap and dozed off.
I pulled up to the address Lilly had given me and parked in the driveway just in front of the garage. Reaching over I caressed her side moving my hand around front to grip her breast.
"Mmmmm." Emily cooed. "Instead of talking maybe we should do that all day and night?" Emily suggested.
She released the seat belt and laid back across the seat. Emily turned on her back and looked up as I shifted the car in park and turned off the ignition. I released my seat belt and sat there just looking at her. Emily took my right hand and placed it on top of her stomach. She looked up with that wicked grin and then unbuttoned her shorts.
Lifting her ass she pushed her shorts off her feet and spread her legs. So much for being subtle I thought. I slipped my hand lower engaging her course pubic hair. Emily's eyes locked on mine pleading with me not to stop.
I moved my hand lower over her furry mound and found her pussy moist in anticipation. I parted her oily lips and worked my fingers between them. With her legs braced against the door Emily pushed her pussy up urging me to probe her depths.
Still locked on each other's eyes I moved my hand back up and rubbed her clit. Emily closed her eyes and whimpered in gratitude. With my two middle fingers I spread her lips wider this time. Emily looked at me again as I approached the opening to her greedy cunt. I curled them as they slipped inside her tight pussy.
Emily bit down on her lower lip, her cunt contracted as my fingers probed deeper. Her eyes pleaded with me to bring her off. I stabbed her pussy in quick succession as her feet pushed off the door arching her back. Emily wiggled her ass and humped my fingers churning her excitement. Her breathing was erratic, she reached for my cock. I slapped her hand away.
"Cum for me!" I taunted her. "Be a good little girl."
Emily closed her eyes and moaned as my thumb rubbed her clit. She thrust up so high her top slid down to her neck exposing her tits. My hand was blur finger fucking her tight hairy snatch.
"Oh! Fuck!" Emily hissed.
The whole car started to sway, she rocked her pelvis up harder and harder. Emily clenched her legs tight over my fingers, she gripped the side of the seat with her hands. She looked up at me her eyes burning with desire. Emily's whole body quivered then slowly settled back to the seat. I pulled my oily fingers back over her thick bush. Emily pulled my hand up to her mouth, she sucked my fingers clean focusing on my reaction.
Emily lay there catching her breath sucking each finger clean a second time in a suggestive fashion. She pulled my hand back to her pussy. I gently caressed her furry mound as she closed her eyes. Emily slowly opened her legs inviting me back to her sex.
"Maybe later." I whispered continuing to focus on her bush.
"I was a good girl wasn't I?" Emily whimpered.
"You were a very bad girl!" I replied. "I just might have to punish you later." I teased.
"Promise?" Giggling, Emily pushed my hand down firmly on her mound.
"Would you like to see your house?" I asked before we got carried away again.
I pulled the keys from the ignition and opened my door. Emily looked up disappointed but reached for her panties and shorts. I opened the trunk and took out her luggage and mine. Opening the back door we went in the kitchen where there was a vase with fresh flowers and a note from Rose and Lilly.
Lilly had filled some of the cupboards with basic dishes and stocked the refrigerator. I was expecting just enough for a meal or so, but in typical Lilly fashion, it looked like she was stocking up for the winter.
Tori was offered the house through the company she worked for. It's an average Midwestern house, three bedrooms two and a half baths. Newer construction meant it was only one of four styles the builder offered.
With a brick and stained wood it lacks the charm of an older house and the mature trees that went with them. The yard had sod and only an occasional bush or plant in the flower gardens. I let Emily walk around while I washed up and carried in all the luggage.
I founded her in the sun room off the dining room facing the back yard. I walked up behind her putting my hands around the front of her waist. Emily leaned back against me pulling my hands tighter.
"We have a lot of work to do out there don't we?" Emily sighed.
Emily may be a bit eccentric but I admired her strength. Just hours ago she was an emotional wreck and now she is standing in a house she had never been in. This is a traumatic change for a woman that was a recluse for so many years. Here she stands with a one night lover making the best of a situation she had little or no control over.
"We do." I leaned over and kissed the side of her neck.
"Parker why are you doing this?" Emily questioned. "I told Lilly she could marry you."
Emily turned to face me, she searched my eyes.
"If we get the yard cleaned up I can help work on a new garden one night this week," I replied ignoring her question.
"Are you sure? That could take all afternoon?" Emily warned me.
"Well we better get at it don't you think?" I suggested.
Emily put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a passionate kiss.
"Let's go look at the bedrooms. I'll make lunch while you get settled." I said giving her a quick peck on the lips. "You might want to change your clothes, this isn't California." I teased.
Emily gave me a wicked smile then took my hand and led me down the hall. I stopped and picked up her luggage and followed her to the bedrooms.
My understanding is the house was arranged for purchase, mostly furnished, from another employee that was moving out of the country. I can only guess that it was not cost effective to move the furnishings as they looked to be in good shape. Still Lilly did purchase a new king size mattresses for both bedrooms and had them delivered just this morning.
Lilly and Rose bought new linens for the beds and towels for the bathrooms. This house has a master bedroom on one side of the hall and two large bedrooms on the other side about the same size. Lilly picked out the one facing the back yard for Emily. I set her suitcases on the bed, Emily headed to the bathroom as I went back the kitchen to start lunch.
The house is a ranch a good twenty minutes from mine. The lots are small with neighbors close by on either side. Located in a trendy neighborhood it should fit Tori just fine. I'm not so sure about Emily however.
I changed into an old tee shirt and jean shorts to work in the back yard. I found the key to the shed and was going through it as Emily cleaned up after lunch and change her clothes. There wasn't much to work with but I did find an old shovel, a rake and a wheel barrow with a flat tire. I hauled them out to the yard and started cleaning up when Emily approached.
I leaned up against the rake and laughed to myself as Emily moved closer. Of course the floppy hat adorned her head and frazzled hair. A muscle tee shirt that did little to cover her unencumbered tits was cut off just below them. She was wearing the shorts from earlier in the day and if my guess was correct she wore no panties.
"That's a look!" I teased.
"You complaining?" Emily snickered.
"Not me, not by a long shot." I laughed. "I suggest you stay in the back yard just the same."
Emily was appreciative of the attention she received the rest of the day as we worked. She was lost in the world of gardening spending most of her time talking to herself. She looked at every tree, shrub and old planter. I think she enjoyed teasing me as much as she did gardening. Emily made sure to bend over exposing her tits dangling inside her top or her shorts riding up the crack of her ass.
The spring day was just perfect to be outside but by four we were both hot and sweaty. I rolled the last of the debris to the corner of the yard where we planned to put a mulch bin. By now the flat tire on the wheelbarrow was flopping on the steel rim.
We were nowhere close to done but at least the landscaping in the back was cleaned out. I closed up the shed and sat at the picnic table as Emily walked around the yard. She was mumbling to herself, no doubt deciding what to grow and where.
I poured a glass of ice water and continued to watch Emily roam. I sat wondering how I came to be here. Emily looked over at me and caught me staring at her. She seemed to know what I was thinking, there was a happy smile on her face as she approached me. Emily moved my legs together and straddled them still standing.
Her shorts rode up her thighs pressing tight against her sex. Emily's tits were at the perfect level, I reached under her top and gripped each delicate orb and gave them a firm squeeze. Emily cooed and leaned in closer letting her forehead rest on mine.
"They've missed you too." She whispered. "So has she."
Emily reached down and unbuttoned her shorts then unzipped them. She thrust her hand over her furry mound. Throwing her head back I nuzzled up her top and suckled one fat nipple. The salty flavor of her perspiration was intoxicating. I reached and pulled an ice cube from my glass and slipped it in my mouth. Taking the other sweaty tit in my mouth I rolled the ice cube over her nipple making it harden immediately.
"Parker...!" Emily gasped.
Emily struggled to get her hand deep enough since her shorts were so tight. She pressed against me forcing my head back as I suckled her stiff nipple with the ice cube still in my mouth. Her hand was wedged between us as she wiggled to get it deeper in her shorts.
"We should go inside." I suggested.
"Yes!" Emily readily agreed.
I picked her up as she pulled her hand from her shorts and carried her in the back door. Emily pulled the gusset of her shorts to one side and started to finger her pussy from outside her shorts.
"I need you to fuck me!" Emily moaned as we passed through the kitchen down the main hall.
"Maybe we should..."
"Now Parker!" Emily groaned grabbing my neck and kissed me desperately.
I turned into the den and sat her down on the large couch. Emily shucked her shorts then reached for mine. She had them to my knees and lunged to take my cock in her mouth. I knew we were both hot and sweaty and tried to stop her but Emily wouldn't be denied.
With one hand she guided my cock in her mouth, the other she moved to her pussy. I pulled off my tee shirt, looking down I saw Emily peering up through her frazzled mane of hair.
I reached down and gripped her under her arms and pulled her up forcefully.
"Here, let me make love to you." I said lovingly.
"I don't want you to make love to me I want you to fuck me!" Emily demanded, glaring at me from behind her hair.
"If that's what you want." I swept her hair from her eyes.
"That's what I need." Emily replied in a husky voice.
I laid her on the area rug in front of the couch and move between her legs. Emily guided me into her waiting twat. I thrust in deep as she released my cock.
"Harder Parker!" Emily grunted.
I reached down and gripped her ass and thrust in her again eliciting a groan. We were both covered in sweat and dirt from working outside and soon we only added to that effluence. I pounded her pussy unmercifully, Emily spread her legs begging for more. She reached down and gripped my ass with both hands forcing me in until there was no more in.
Emily grunted as my cock stabbed her cervix and our pelvises smacked together. With the hard floor below her there was no cushion for the constant barrage my cock inflicted on her cunt. Sweaty and dirty this was animal lust in the purest, rawest form. The only emotion in play was fucking and getting fucked.
Emily rubbed her clit on the root of my cock, as it mashed against her. There were many whimpers and mews encouraging me not to stop. At first I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock, but now, there just seemed to be a soupy mess between her legs I was stirring. Her cunt was gaping open her hips rotating to change the angle for her pleasure. My balls slapped her ass drenched in sweat and our arousal.
"Cum in me" Emily squeaked breaking the silence.
"Cum for me you dirty little girl." I bent down and kissed her forehead.
"I can't my pussy's numb." Emily giggled happily. "Please just cum in me!"
"Bullshit you started this you're going to cum!" I insisted.
Reaching around my finger found her nether hole and rimmed it with our excitement.
"Parker!" She groaned.
I slipped the tip of my finger inside to the first knuckle.
"Tonight that will be my cock!" I hissed.
Her pussy clamped over my cock hard at just the thought of it.
"It's too big!" Emily groaned as I slipped my finger in deeper.
"Then you better learn to relax now!" I warned her pushing my finger all the way in her ass.
I could feel my cock pressing along the entire length of my finger. Emily was trapped between the two. I pressed my finger up hard, her clit ground against me.
"Cum you dirty little girl!" I demanded.
With the next thrust of my cock I felt her start to wiggle between my cock and finger.
"You bastard!" Emily protested. "I'm going to cum!" She then shouted.
"The next one goes in your ass!" I shouted as I slammed in deep and uncapped the gushing oil well in her pussy.
Emily pulled me tight against her forcing me in the depths of her sex. My cock swelled with my orgasm. Emily's asshole clamped around my finger as her pussy contracted around my cock. She cried out as her body started rocking beneath me. Drenched in perspiration I slid up and down her body as she urged me to continue fucking her through her orgasm.
With one last shudder Emily placed her arms around my waist and held me from moving as I unloaded deep in her womb. I pulled my finger from her ass and wiped my hand on my tee shirt then I tried to lift my shoulders.
"Please don't move yet." Emily whispered holding me tight.
I removed as much weight as she would allow me to. No longer active the cool air settled in around us making our skin feel clammy. I'll have to admit the passion having dissipated the ripe aroma of us sweating so much filled my senses. Emily shivered below me, I thought she was cold. When I looked down she was crying.
I know what you're going to say, I should have known better. Maybe I did, still it only seemed the polite thing to say.
"You alright?" I asked. Yeah, I admit it, it was dumb. Ok it was stupid.
"NOOO..." Emily sobbed.
Lying on the floor her petite body pinned beneath me, emotional and sobbing, Emily continued to cry.
"What's wrong?" I felt compelled to ask. Like I said stupid.
"YOU...!" Emily continued to weep.
Confused and concerned, only then did I figure it might be better to just not say anything. I realized Emily was physically and emotionally drained. I pulled up, she tried to stop me but her body lacked the strength to resist me. I sat up leaning against the couch and pulled her on my lap. With my arm around her back and the other under her knees I held her against me in a fetal position.
Emily rested her head on my shoulder and continued to cry softly. We sat there quietly until my ass cheeks became numb.
"Let's get cleaned up, right now you're a stinky little girl." I teased.
Emily looked at me through her hair and gave me a weak smile. She leaned in to kiss me, when I responded by kissing her back she pressed even harder. Her tongue played with mine, soon her arms were around my neck holding on tight. I rolled to the side got on my knees and lifted her up with me.
Once in the shower I lowered her down. We took turns washing and drying each other. We went to her room where we dressed in clean clothes. I put on a pullover shirt, briefs and dress shorts. Emily pulled over this crepe white top that covered little, panties and a pair of shorts that were way too short for a woman in her forties.
"I take it we're not going out to eat?" I asked looking at her choice of clothes.
"What?" She looked in the mirror seeing the same woman I saw but clearly through different eyes.
"At least a bra, and maybe a skirt?" I suggested.
Emily looked back at me to see if I was serious. Seeing I was she looked back in the mirror.
"You don't think this is sexy." Emily turned to the side to check out her ass.
I moved in closer putting my hands on her hips. Emily looked up to see me looking her body over.
"I think it is very sexy...and so will very other guy." I whispered.
Emily seemed surprised by what I said. She cocked her head and gave me a questioned look. I moved my hands along her sides and bent down to kiss her.
"I want you all for myself." I said kissing her.
When we parted Emily stood back and gave me that wicked smile.
"Oh..." Emily looked in the mirror again and giggled. "...you mean..."
"Until you decide otherwise." I nodded.
"Oh Parker!" Emily squealed. "You go and I'll get ready." She said happily.
It was well over a half hour before she came down the hall but the wait was worth every minute. Emily had done her hair back in a ponytail, changed into a nice blouse (with a bra) and a beautiful sea-foam green skirt that was just above her knees. Appropriately dressed we headed out for dinner.
To be continued... | null | [] |
AN: Next chapter. Not as long as I originally wanted, but whatever. Chapter 4 was originally going to be Chpater 3, but then this roadside blowjob idea popped into my head and demanded a place here. So that's what happened. Enjoy!
Dad and I ate our breakfast at the motel after checking out. Just a quick little continental, and then it was back in the car. It was 11:20 as we pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the interstate. Dad said that it would take us about another 4 or 5 hours to make it to the campsite, and crossing over to Eastern Time would set us forward another hour, so it'd be early evening by the time we got there.
"And," my dad said as we started driving. "I've got a surprise for you once we get there. I know you'll love it."
"What is it?"
"Yeah, like I'm gonna tell you."
"If you don't, I'll bug you about it for the next 4 hours," I teased.
He expected that. "Go ahead. If you bug me, I won't let you suck my cock for the next 4 hours. Or tonight. Or tomorrow."
My brow furrowed. "Oh, fine. Jerk."
He stuck out his tongue. "Ah, it's nice to have more leverage as a dad."
I rolled my eyes and put in my headphones, blasting metal into my head while my dad started flipping through the radio stations.
After about an hour, I took out my headphones. My dad was listening to Journey, and I grinned. He mouthed the lyrics along with the song, glancing over at me as he drove. The scenery was becoming more mountainous and green, and the roads were starting to get more wavy. But we still had a ways to go.
"What's up?"
I looked over at Dad. He had turned off the radio for the moment.
"Nothing, I guess. Just thinking."
"Don't think too hard. You'll hurt yourself."
"Har har," I said. "You're a regular riot."
"Yeah, well, I try."
He made a move to turn the radio back up, but I reached out and touched his paw, stopping him.
"Dad, I think we should talk a little more...about us."
I saw him swallow. "Sure, Lucas. What's up?"
I took a breath. "You don't have any...resignations about what we did?"
"None at all. Why...do you?"
"No! No...I loved every second of it..."
He smiled. "So did I."
"But...I'm a teenager. I'm *supposed* to be the uncontrollable horndog."
"And what am I supposed to be?"
"I don't know...the dad. The responsible one."
He glanced at me again. "Are you regretting what we did?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm just trying to figure it out."
"Shall I give my best explanation?"
"Sure, I guess."
"I already told you that things have been kind of dry between your mom and I for a while. I was probably just as horny as you were. I just never expected you to...do what you did. I woke up in the middle of the night to find my dick in your muzzle. My first reaction was 'oh fuck, that feels nice.' Then I tried to get mad and be 'the responsible one.' You know, stop the inappropriate behavior, yaddah yaddah yaddah. But before I could, I saw how much you loved what you were doing, and my head went right back into horny mode."
"So...that's why you didn't explode at me?"
He grinned. "Oh, but I did explode, remember?"
I pushed him. "You know what I meant, you pervert."
"Oh, this coming from the kid you mouthrapes his dad in his sleep."
"Shut up, you loved it."
"You're right, I did. And that's my point. I don't think there's anything wrong with what we're doing. So we're related, so what? It feels good. *Really* good. The fact is, it's hard for me to look at you and not get a boner now. I love our new relationship. Don't you?"
"Hell yeah, I love it. It's been my dream since I was, like, 9."
He chuckled. "Aww, I'm flattered. Now I know you'll love that surprise I told you about."
I knew better than to pry for more information about that. "Well...what about mom?"
"What about her?"
"Dad. Are...are we going to tell her?"
He shook his head fast. "No! Jesus, never tell her, Lucas! She'd murder us both!"
"But...aren't you technically cheating on her? I don't think she'll be happy to find out that you're committing adultery with your own son."
"No, she wouldn't be happy with that. So don't tell her. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Or us, for that matter."
"Well...I know I personally don't feel all that guilty. I know that sounds awful, but I'm not married to her. But...what about you? You *are* married to her."
A pause. He sighed heavily. "Lucas...there are a lot of things that make up a relationship. A lot of things that we depend on each other for. Sex...sex was one of them. But not anymore, you know? There are still a lot of things that I need from your mother, and there are a lot of things that she needs from me. But the sex...I need that from you now."
I blushed. "Really?"
He smiled again. "Yeah. It feels kinda weird saying it, but yeah. What we've done has been some of the greatest sex I've ever had. And I know you enjoy it, so why not just keep going, you know?"
I nodded. "Yeah, okay. I think I get it."
He gently pet the top of my head, keeping one paw on the wheel. "We're still father and son. Just...with benefits. How's that?"
"I think it sounds hot."
He nodded his head in agreement. "Good. Now put your headphones back in so I can try to focus on driving - I have to get rid of this erection somehow."
I instantly looked towards his crotch. True to his word, I could see his cock, clearly outlined in his jeans, angled down his right pant leg. I didn't put my headphones back in.
"Pull over."
His grin became enormous. "Now? I don't know...maybe we should wait until--"
"Dad, pull over. Now."
"Alright, you talked me into it."
He slowed down, pulling the car over a few feet off the road. Once we were safely stopped and parked, he unbuckled his seat belt.
"What are you going to do to me, hmm?"
"You know exactly what I'm going to do," I said. I grabbed the enormous member in his pants and shuddered as I felt it flex powerfully.
"I know. I just want to hear you say it."
I looked into his eyes. "Daddy, I'm going to suck your fucking cock."
"Fuck yeah, you are, boy," he growled at me.
I fumbled with my seatbelt as he nimbly maneuvered his way between the front seats and into the back. He sat in the middle of the back seat, his legs spread. "Come on. You want it, come get it. We only got a week left."
I sighed happily at his words, imagining for a split second everything we would do for the next week. But for now, I had work to do. I followed his lead, getting into the back as well. I knelt on the car floor, between his knees. There was just barely enough room for my legs, but plenty of room for me to dive into his crotch. His chest gave a hearty rumble as I licked at the denim covering his sex.
He put his hands behind his head, clearly enjoying himself. "Unzip me. Pull my cock out and worship it, you fucking little whore."
I blushed deeply. Hearing my dad talk to me like that was still taking some getting used to. But it still made me hard as a rock in my jeans. "Yes, Daddy."
I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs a bit. This left his underwear. He grinned down at me as I dived again, shoving my nose into his sweaty crotch. I inhaled deeply, his musk hanging over his ballsac like a fog. The smell of his arousal was so powerful, I almost came in my pants.
"Fuck..." I whispered. And I hadn't even gotten to his cock yet.
"Hurry up, son." His dick flexed again, threatening to tear his boxer briefs.
My own erection was begging for attention. "Just a sec, Dad."
I reached down to unzip my own jeans, but Dad protested. "Don't you dare touch yourself. It's my cock that you should be worried about. You wanted this, remember? Now do as you're told and suck your father's fucking dick."
I looked into his eyes and nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry..."
He just leaned back into the seat, waiting for me to continue. He was really enjoying this. I made a mental note to ask him later if he was this dominating with mom, but now wasn't the time. I had bigger things to worry about.
I took a hold of my dad's waistband and slowly pulled them down, loving the fact that I was undressing my father. Like before, as soon as his cock was free, it whipped out and slapped his stomach. A big drop of precum dripped from his slit and onto his six pack.
"Fucking Christ..." I muttered.
"Yeah, I know how much you love it," Dad grinned.
I very lightly brushed the throbbing shaft with the tips of my fingers, making him shiver in delight. "Daddy, how big are you?"
He smiled. "Take a guess."
I gazed lustfully at the beautiful cock in front of me. "9 inches, maybe?"
"Close. A little over 10."
"10 inches...and it's all mine," I whispered.
"Well, go on then," he encouraged. "Why don't you taste it?"
I happily obliged, dragging my tongue up the length of the underside of his cock. He groaned approvingly. "That's it...use your tongue..."
I licked all over the glorious cock, twirling my tongue from the base to the tip. I covered it in my saliva, tasting every inch of my dad's member. I tried to remember every vein, dip, and bump that my tongue slid over.
"Shit, son, stop teasing me. Suck me, now," he commanded.
I immediately took his cock into my paws and stroked. I held it to my face, and then, after a good breath, plunged onto it. I fit a good 5 inches in on my first mouthful, and Dad moaned as I slid my muzzle lower down his shaft. After I got about a third of his dick in my mouth, I started sucking. I acted like I was trying to suck the cum out of his balls, bobbing my head up and down as I did so. I took the groans that he produced as signs that I was doing a good job, so I just kept going, taking in just a bit more cock with each downward thrust.
Dad put a paw on the back of my head, the way I loved it. "Twist your head as you suck, son."
I obeyed, twisting like a corkscrew while I bobbed my head on his dick. He gave a quick little buck into my mouth. "Fuck yeah, just like that. Oh, you're such a good little cocksucker..."
I just kept up the pace I was going, trying as hard as I could to get him to cum. My jaw was very quickly becoming tired, but I refused to stop until we were both satisfied. I reached up to fondle his balls while I worked, juggling the large furry orbs on my palm. My saliva slid down the length of his cock, making the entire shaft slick. I put a paw at the base of his cock and started pumping it as I sucked.
Dad suddenly started squirming in the seat. "Fuck, boy...that's it...I'm really close...just keep going..."
I had no intention of stopping. I sucked as hard as I could, jerking what I couldn't fit with my paw. I cupped his cock in my tongue, pressing hard just under the head, where I knew it's the most sensitive. This brought him over the edge.
He took both paws and held my head in place, pushing as much cock as he could into my mouth without choking me.
"FUCK!" he shouted. He started flooding my mouth with his cum. I couldn't count how many times he spurted into my muzzle, but he very quickly filled it completely. His paws kept my head from moving away, so I couldn't do anything to stop his seed from leaking out the sides of my mouth. His cum was hot and strong. It was incredibly salty and bitter, the most masculine taste I could imagine. And I fucking loved it.
As soon as his orgasm died down, he let go of my head and slid out of my mouth.
"Now swallow it," he panted.
He didn't have to tell me. I guzzled what I could, lapping up the cum that leaked out with my tongue. He bent down and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I moaned for him, wanting more. When he pulled away, he licked at my muzzle, cleaning his spunk from my lips. After he was done, he just leaned back into the seat and panted, tired after his orgasm.
I leaned forward and took his limp cock back into my muzzle. He put a paw on my head again. I suckled lightly on his soft dick, cleaning it of his cum. Once it was completely soft, I could fit the entire thing into my mouth. He let out a heavy sigh as I completely engulfed his spent cock into my muzzle.
"Good boy..." he whispered, petting me. "That's nice..."
I pulled off, but I still wanted more. I kissed his cock, pushing my lips onto the head. Then I licked it, and started French kissing it, smothering it in my tongue. It didn't take long until I was just sucking it all over again.
Dad chuckled. "Jesus, boy...you really are a little cockslut, aren't you?"
I sucked until his dick came out of my mouth with an audible pop. "Yeah...sorry..." I said sheepishly.
"No, don't be. I already told you how much I love that you love it." He took his wet dick and started rubbing it on my face as he spoke. "You're such fucking little whore, you know that?"
I grinned. "Only for you."
"Good. That's how I like it."
He pulled up his underwear and pants, pushing his dick back into them before zipping himself up. "That was great, son. Thanks. You're getting really good at that."
"No problem, Daddy," I gushed.
I leaned forward and kissed him again, lovingly bathing his tongue with mine. He picked me up and held my body in his lap, making out with me as though I were a secret lover. I guess I was. It didn't take long before he pulled away.
"We gotta get going."
I nodded. "Alright. Let's go." I didn't even worry about my own erection. I knew I would get what was coming to me tonight.
Dad got out, opened the driver side, and got back in. I followed him to the front seat. After he put the car in drive, we pulled back onto the interstate. We still had a couple of hours to go.
"I love you, Daddy," I said to him.
"I love you too, Lucas."
He took my paw and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. | The Camping Trip - The Detour by Vorinclex | [
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"Incest",
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"Kathy, will you marry me?"
Chad was down on one knee holding up an open box with a diamond ring nestled inside. Dene had kept me upstairs on the pretense of helping her with her hair. That was pretty lame, so I knew something was afoot. I suspected Chad was setting up a way to "pop the question" but I didn't let on. We rounded the corner of the dining room to see both of our families standing around an overflowing table, grinning hugely as they watched us. Chad had been hidden by the wall until we stepped into the room
"YES!" I squealed, and jumped into his arms to kiss him as he stood back up. The families erupted in applause.
It was a ruse, of course, since I had already popped the question once and Chad had popped it twice. I grinned remembering the last time I'd said yes--arms wrapped around Chad's neck and legs around his ass with his dick in my pussy. Still, he had surprised me with the ring, and our families were delighted. My folks loved Chad, his folks loved me and (although the parents weren't wise to it) our siblings were also our lovers.
It was the best Thanksgiving dinner in the history of either family, I think. Our parents had been next-door neighbors for years in Corpus Christi. They had worked together at ARADMAC (short for Army Aeronautical Depot Maintenance Center.) Now, late in 1971, there had been a big personnel shuffle sending Dene and Chad's folks to work at AVSCOM--the Army's aviation command center in St Louis, and my folks to Sharp Army Depot in California. Having both families together again, especially with Chad and me getting engaged, put everyone in inexhaustible good spirits. Even Mom and Jan were hugging and laughing together.
Finally the leftovers were all put away, dishes washed, and walks around the neighborhood completed. Jan and my parents had said goodnight and left for their hotel. Things were winding down. In the den, I sat in Chad's lap as another football game dragged on. Chad and his father were really into it, but if the team names hadn't flashed on the screen regularly, I wouldn't have remembered who was playing. Pretty soon, I kissed Chad goodnight as Dene and I excused ourselves to get ready for bed. We were sharing the double bed in Dene's room--the same bed we'd first made love on in Corpus Christi. Her mom kept apologizing that they couldn't offer me my own room. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying how much I was looking forward to spending the night in Dene's bed, or more to the point, in Dene! I suspected the strapn dildo she and Jan had been exercising was close at hand!
I kept my night gown and robe close to the bed in case I had to become "public" at some point, but we hopped into bed completely naked and kissed hungrily.
"So give--what's the deal with you and the paddle?" I said.
"Don't you remember?"
"I'm guessing a lot of things, but no--I'm clueless. Remember what?"
"Did I not tell you? I was sure I did."
"Well, tell me again and maybe it'll shake loose a memory."
"It was my first orgasm!"
"Whaaaat?"
"My first orgasm, while Dad was paddling me."
"Dene, I'd have remembered THAT! You never said a word!"
"Damn. OK--here's the deal. We were 11, and I'd stayed at your house like an hour and a half after bedtime. (Not the first time, of course.) They finally had to call your folks to send me home. Dad was waiting at the door with that damned biff bat in his hand and I tried to run down to my room. He caught me by the arm and said trying to escape had just made it worse. I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could, which, as it turned out, wasn't one of my brightest ideas. The standard routine with the biff bat was five licks. If he was really mad, or we'd really done something bad, it was on the panties. He said: "Keep it up--we're at 5 for staying out late, five more for trying to run and five more for kicking me. You want more? Or shall we get going?" I told him I hated him and said 'just go ahead you son of a bitch' and he did. And of course he added 5 more for calling him a son of a bitch. He really laid into it, too, slowly, like he was winding up for each stroke. He usually gave all five whacks in less than 5 seconds, but now he was waiting at least five seconds between each one. It took forever! I was screaming and bawling and thrashing around. I was wearing those "nearly nude" panties, and they did absolutely nothing--I might as well not have had any on. Anyway, about lick 10 I felt my pussy getting wet, and about 15 I started cumming. I couldn't sit down for days, but damn! It was worth it!"
"Chad said there was a time when you screwed up on purpose 'almost like you were asking for it' was what he said."
"Yep! I'd do anything I could to piss them off just to get the paddle. I pushed it too far one time when I didn't wear panties. Dad pulled up my skirt, pulled it right back down and went for Mom. I had to tell her I'd crapped myself and threw them away. They must have caught on, or at least guessed, because after Mom paddled me they started grounding me instead of the paddle. Not nearly as much fun. Mom only gave five and didn't really lay it on."
"I'll be damned! I didn't have a clue."
"Sorry. I must have thought about telling you so often I fooled myself into thinking I really did."
"So when Jan was paddling you, did you have to piss her off to get her to do it?"
"Nah--Jan understood right away. She made me say how many and how hard--but she wouldn't even pretend to be mad at me. Usually, I'd have her stop just short of cumming and we'd really get it on."
"How about us? Am I going to have to start beating your ass?"
"Would you?"
I dunno, Dene. I don't really like the idea of hitting you. And I really don't like the idea of marking up your gorgeous ass! Maybe sometime without family ears close by. What I'm more interested in right now is on the other side!"
And with that, I pulled back the covers and slid down her belly and dived eagerly into her moist pussy. God--it hadn't even been a week since I ate her the last time, but it felt like I was coming home after being away a year! I heard her sigh contentedly and she spread her legs a little wider for me. Before long she rolled onto her side and we settled into a leisurely 69. The room echoed softly with the sounds of very wet lovemaking. Dene came first, burying her face in her pillow to muffle her orgasmic moans. She lay panting. I let her rest a bit, then patted her ass and said: "Hey! Quit your slacking!"
Dene went straight for my clit and I went straight to the moon! That girl had my number! She could string me along for an hour right on the edge of an orgasm or blast me off in 30 seconds flat. I buried my face in the mattress and let out my own muffled screams as I clamped Dene's head between my thighs and bucked wildly.
"Mmph! Kafeee--gib by heah bag!" (Which is how one says "Kathy--give me my head back!" when her face is clamped into a wet pussy by a runner's well-muscled thighs.)
"Sorry"
"Kath, one of these days you're gonna break my neck! Or smother me"
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just have no control when you eat me like that, but please don't stop doing it. I'll try really hard to ease up."
"No worries, lover."
We both lay back, panting, until we recovered from the first round.
"Dene, did you bring the strapn?"
"Oh, HELL yes! You want to wear it and use it on me? Or have me give it to you?"
"I think maybe I'd like you to fuck me with it. How does it go on, anyway?"
Dene retrieved the strapn from a shoe bag her suitcase. Actually, the plastic dick was IN one of the tennis shoes in the shoe bag--the harness was wrapped tightly and stuffed into a shoe sack. I didn't realize they could be separated. Dene reassembled the dick into its leather holder and stepped into the harness. It took a little adjusting, but pretty soon Dene had a penis bobbing in front of her! It looked about the same size as Chad. I reached out and felt it. It was definitely bigger than the vibe I'd been using pre-Chad. We decided that since her springs squeaked, I'd bend over the footboard and take it doggy-style.
"Hang on," Dene said, "I'll get some lube."
"I'm still pretty wet, hon, don't think we'll need it."
"Doesn't hurt to have some close by" she said, and retrieved a little tube of K-Y from her cosmetic case.
"Ready?"
"Pop it in, sweetie!"
Dene eased the faux dick into my snatch. First sensation: Cold! Not frigid, but certainly not the same as Chad's nice warm dick. And it certainly wasn't skin! I had Dene keep it pressed all the way in while my body warmed it up. Second sensation: A little bigger and pokier. The plastic didn't give like Chad's dick did so if the angle didn't just exactly match my vagina, it wasn't very comfortable. We worked on that briefly--Dene knew just what I was talking about--and began some gently stroking. Third sensation: I loved Dene's thighs and abdomen bumping my ass and legs as she stroked in and out! I could feel her bush on my ass cheeks and felt my usual response--a very wet pussy! The strap on began to make slurpy gurgles. Dene's thighs make unmistakable slaps against my ass, too, and she had to ease off for fear of broadcasting our lovemaking through the house.
I was hovering on another orgasm, but in spite of feeing her bush, I wasn't getting any closer from the strap on.
"Dene, can you reach my clit?" I begged.
"I think so, but let me add one more thing too."
There was a pause, then I felt something warm on my asshole, followed by the tip of Dene's finger slipping in. She didn't run it in very far, just slid her finger in and out about to the first knuckle. At first, I lost ground on the orgasm—it slipped farther into the distance. But as I was about to ask her to stop, I felt my pussy clamp briefly on the dick and my belly quivered. Dene felt the signs. She used her opposite hand and reached my clit. That changed the angle of the strap on again, and not for the better, but BANG! As soon as her fingers found my love button I came anyway! It was all I could do to keep from making noise--nothing at hand to bury my face in this time! I felt my asshole rhythmically clamping on her finger while my pussy squeezed the shaft of the strap on.
"Holy shit, Dene! My asshole?" I panted, as quietly as I could.
"Was it OK? I'd never have guessed I'd go for that, but Jan gave me the same kind of surprise, and I liked it. I thought I'd risk it with you. If you didn't like it, I promise never to go there again."
"I think I DID like it--I've just gotta work through feeling disgusted with myself now."
"Well, I won't do it again unless you ask me to. Feel free to try it on me, but only if you want--that can be a challenge too. Listen, I've gotta hit the bathroom." Dene put on a robe and left the room.
I lay back down on the bed and stretched out on my back--legs spread, arms over my head and my mind racing. I wanted two things at once--I wanted to spoon with Dene, feeling her tits and bush pressing into my back as we drifted off to sleep, and I wanted Chad in bed with me. I rolled onto my side. I heard the door open as Dene came back in and got into bed behind me. At least that's what I thought until Chad's arm came over my side and he kissed me on my cheek.
"Dene and I swapped places in the bathroom," he whispered, "she's in my room for a while."
"Ummm--good!" I murmurred. "Can you just spoon me for a while? Dene wore me out."
"What were you guys up to? Or should I ask."
"Our usual--at least for the first round. We made out and then had a great 69. Then she fucked me with that strapn, though. And get this--she stuck her finger up my ass while I was about to cum! The strapn was kind of fun, but we had to work at it to keep the angle right, and we couldn't really get into it because we were making noise. When the angle was wrong and it went crooked, it hurt. You didn't you hear anything, did you?"
"I thought I heard the two of you going at it! But I was listening for it and my headboard is right on the other side of the wall. It wasn't very loud. I could hear your voices, but I couldn't hear what you were saying. I don't think it would have carried across the hall to Mom and Dad's room. How'd you like Dene probing your butthole?"
"I'm still not sure. I mean, I started losing my mood for a while, but then my body decided it liked it, I guess, because I got hot again in a hurry. Dene probably felt it too, because it was right then she reached around and flicked my clit with her other hand and made me cum. I kind of like how my asshole squeezed her finger while my pussy was clamping down on that plastic dick."
"I know the plastic dick liked it!" Chad teased.
"It was a poor substitute, I'll tell you that. I'd have much rather had you in there."
"Finger too?"
"Well, maybe. I wouldn't be opposed to trying it again, especially after hearing Jan say she liked it up the ass. What do you think about it now? You want me to probe your prostate sometime?"
"All that can be arranged! I'm at your service!"
"Honestly, how about we just have a nice 69 for now, OK?"
And we did! I took it slow on Chad, licking his glans, gently playing with his balls, rubbing the pre-cum around on my lips when it began flowing. I made a mental note to get my lips really well-coated and kiss him that way sometime. He went slowly with me too, with lots of gentle stroking and caresses. After about 15 miutes we accelerated and brought each other off within seconds of the same moment. As I felt his orgasm building, I ran a playful finger up his ass. He stiffened and paused just a beat, then buried his finger up my ass too and came in buckets. I swallowed a huge load of Chad's cum! After we panted our way back to normalcy, Chad came up behind me and we fell asleep spooning.
"Kath! Chad! Kath! KATH! Wake up!"
I opened one eye to find Dene leaning over us, tits swinging gently.
"It's 4AM--better swap bedmates again! And Kath, probably better slip your nightgown on too."
I barely recall pulling the gown on. I felt Chad leave the bed and Dene take his place. The next thing I knew, Dene's mom was tapping on the door, then opening it to call us for breakfast. Glad I had my gown on!
Dene and I pulled on our robes and headed down to breakfast.
"Hey, sleepyheads!" Chad greeted us. He had on his sweats and WAS sweating! "You missed a great run! Got in about 5 miles this morning!"
"Ooof! That's just plain nuts!" Dene growled. "This is a holiday--you shouldn't be doing that crazy stuff!"
"Breakfast is served!" Dene's mom called from the kitchen.
We went in to a spread only a little less impressive than Thanksgiving dinner. She had made a breakfast casserole, fried up a bunch of bacon, had pitchers of milk, OJ, grape and V-8 juice out, coffee steaming in mugs at our places, English muffins, biscuits (the Bisquick kind, not the cardboard tube kind) a bowl of sausage gravy, homemade strawberry jam, and was taking a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven!
"Mom, this is amazing! You must have been up all night!" Chad crowed.
"Oh, only about 5 to get things started. I've snacked some already--you three dig in!"
"Where's Dad?" Dene asked.
"He ran down to the motel to pick up Jan and your folks, Kathy. They should be back soon. We'll eat in shifts, so go ahead and get started!
(?!? Dad had a rental. How comeoh well.)
We ate until we were as full as last night! Then, right on cue, Jan and my parents arrived with Dene's dad and took our places at the kitchen table.
After breakfast, Chad's dad came into the den where I was chatting casually with Chad and Dene--remembering childhood adventures and misadventures.
"So, kids, Kathy's dad was telling me about Eddie Vu teaching Chad Vietnamese. Eddie said Chad is pretty amazing. Chad, would you and Kathy want to run down to AVSCOM with me this afternoon? There's a guy I think you might enjoy meeting."
So that afternoon found us on the 13th floor of the Mart building in downtown St. Louis, talking to yet another Army guy with Vietnamese heritage. Chad and the Vietnamese guy went into an office, and Chad's dad took me down to the 10th floor where he worked. It was pretty empty--most people had taken the Friday after Thanksgiving off. There really wasn't much to see--rows of grey metal government desks, rows of egg-crate florescent lights dropped from the ceiling. Small offices appeared periodically up against outside walls, one of which was his as Section Chief. He introduced me to his staff as "my future daughter-in-law" which brought a lot of smiles--mine included. We sat in his office and closed the door.
"So have you two talked about a date?"
"We're still talking, but even if he really is deployed to Vietnam, we'll probably wait until he comes back. It's a hard question."
"Well, you know that Mom and I will support anything the two of you decide--your folks too."
"I know--I'm really lucky. I already know my in-laws will be fabulous. (He smiled.) So what's going on upstairs? Who is that guy with Chad?"
"He's Army Intelligence, but don't ever, and I do mean EVER, repeat that. As for what's going on, I'm not sure. I'm guessing that Chad will be told in no uncertain terms not to repeat anything they let him in on, and that they won't actually tell him anything sensitive. I'm also guessing that they're checking out what Eddie Vu said about his ability with languages to see if they want to shift his AIT to some spook kind of deal."
"Kathy, if they suck him into intelligence, it may be smart what you said about waiting until he's out. A wife can be a dangerous leverage in that line of work. And you should probably work out a way to communicate past censors."
"Chad said the same thing about censors--but not about Army Intelligence, just in general. We haven't done it yet, but it needs to be pretty foolproof to accommodate Chad's spelling."
This visit was beginning to worry me. I had pushed Chad ahead on the languages, and now I worried that I might have launched him into something even more dangerous than the infantry. My imagination was running full speed. Would he be skulking around behind enemy lines, spying on conversations? Would I be able to get messages to him at all? Would his dyslexia get in the way and get him or someone else killed? Chad's dad watched me quietly for a while, then reached out and laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Honey, don't let your imagination run away with you." (How'd he know it was! Guess I'm pretty transparent.) "My guess is that they'll groom Chad to be a 'verifier'. That's a guy who's not supposed to be skilled in language but can listen in on official translations and blow the whistle on a translator that hides or distorts what was being said. It's not usually something that happens on the front lines. It happens in interrogation centers or in meetings with South Vietnamese army guys. Anyway, we don't even know yet if they're going to steer him in that direction. We just need to wait and see."
Eventually, Chad was brought to his dad's office and we headed home. Chad said they had him talk with a Cambodian woman and a Vietnamese guy, but they didn't give any clue about why they did that, or what they planned to do.
Friday afternoon. The three of us had two nights left before another long separation. We decided to leave the families and head out on our own for dinner and a movie, warning them not to wait up for us. Dinner we had! The movie--well, we skipped the movie. There was a motel on Lindbergh near the airport that advertised waterbeds. Waterbeds were all the rage in Playboy, and we decided to give it a whirl. Between the 3 of us, we had enough cash, and Chad's military ID even got us a discount! We had fun bouncing around and riding each other's waves for a bit before we got down to being horny. Chad discovered a deck of cards in the bedside table and we decided to warm up with some strip poker. We might as well have played "high card" because we decided no one could fold, but dealing 5 card draw let the suspense build. I suggested that the winner of each hand would remove one article of clothing from the lowest hand, then give them a kiss to thank them for being a gracious loser.
"Are you two still OK with playing naked together?" I asked.
They looked at each other.
"We don't want to fuck anymore, Kath. We liked it while we were hot and turned on, but after we came, it just felt too weird." Dene said. "I don't mind giving you a kiss, though, Bebe, or seeing you stripped naked when Petey and I get all the good hands!"
"I'm going to thoroughly enjoy taking your panties, Sis, and watching you two hot babes frolic in the nude while I still have all my clothes!"
"OK! Game's on then!" I declared. "Deuces wild, 3 card limit on the draw."
I dealt myself two pairs, jacks and kings, with a 3 on the side. I pitched the trey and drew one card--a deuce! Full house! It didn't seem quite like poker without the betting, but it was fun none-the-less, especially holding a full house! When we laid down the cards, though, I had the low hand!! Crap! Dene had a flush and Chad had a full house with aces over. Dene smiled and made her way across the wavy bed to remove my crocheted vest and give me a kiss.
Chad's deal--after the draw, I had the low hand AGAIN! No one had anything spectacular this time. Dene won with a pair of 8s and Chad's high card 10 beat my miserable collection of nothing. Dene took a shoe and gave me another kiss, longer and deeper this time.
I lost 4 more hands in a row and was down to my panties before things turned around. Chad had claimed my bra on the most recent hand and planted his kiss on my tits instead of my lips which was just FINE with me. I could still feel the wetness on my puckered nipples.
It was my deal again and I decided wild cards had been doing me in. Each time I thought I might win, one of the sex sibs came up with enough wild cards to beat the crap of a good hand. I called "NO DAMN TRUMPS" this time, and dealt out the cards. I dealt myself a king-high flush and stood pat. Chad and Dene each drew three. THIS time, my hand stood up! I claimed Chad's slacks, pulling them off over his shoes, and cupped his balls in my hand as I collected my kiss.
Dene dealt next and I won that one too! Two pairs, 9s and 7s, but it beat Chad's pair of queens and Dene's jack-high. Dene's slacks came off first too, and I slid my hand in her panties as I laid her back on the waterbed to kiss her deeply. I shuddered as my hand and forearm nestled in her bush. I felt her pussy get wet. Mine too.
Hot and fully horny now, I proposed a change in the rules: Winner collects two articles from EACH low hand. If there aren't enough pieces of clothing, then 30-second favors named by the winner. To my surprise, they went for it! I'd half-expected to see them throw the cards away and just strip off!
I won again!! I collected boxers, panties, a shirt and a blouse. That left Dene in her bra, socks and shoes, and Chad in his undershirt, socks, shoes and a great hardon.
Dene won the next one and collected my panties and Chad's shoes.
"And I believe I get to name a 'favor' from you, Kath, right?" Dene purred.
"Your wish is my command, oh master," I replied.
"Then spank my ass, one smack every 5 seconds, as hard as you can."
My eyes widened. "No shit, Dene?"
"No, I won't shit," she teased, "At least I don't think you can smack me that hard with just your hand!"
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure! Lay on, McPetey!" and Dene leaned over the edge of the bed with her ass in the air.
I stood beside the bed and have her ass a loud smack.
"That can't be your best effort. Try again. Start over."
I gave it everything I had and it knocked her forward a few inches.
"THERE you go hon. Five more of those. And if I cum don't stop. Just keep going until I get them all!"
I alternated cheeks and gave her the best I had in me. My hand was stinging! I couldn't quite see why she liked this, but clearly she did. She drew a sharp breath and trembled with each blow. She didn't cum, but she was as horny as I've ever seen Dene. That, by the way, is saying something!
"Fuck the rest of the poker game! C'mere, Petey, eat me! Chad--fuck her like you did at the beach--slam her so hard you knock her face into my pussy!" Dene rolled to her back and I dived in.
My pussy had already gotten moist from sticking my hand down Dene's panties, and when my face hit her bush I got sopping wet in a hurry. I felt a drop of pussy juice roll down my inner thigh before Chad could even get his fingers to me.
"Wow! You're ready to go!" Chad exclaimed as his fingers found my slit. The fingers were immediately replaced by his dick and he rammed it home with authority.
The water bed, as it turned out, was wildly different from the beach. In some ways, it was more work. This was before the days when water beds had channels and compartments and wave-damping fillers. It was hard for Chad to get good purchase on the mattress to fuck me as hard as he did on the beach. On the other hand, Dene and I were riding rolling waves that alternately pushed my face deeper in her snatch and pulled us apart. It didn't take long for Dene to cum, but I showed no mercy. I kept tonguing her hole, sucking her clit, biting her vulva, fingering her vag and in a moment of abandon when I could tell she was on her way to another orgasm, I ran a pussy-slicked finger up her ass. That brought a loud moan, a "YESSSS" through gritted teeth and an orgasm that nearly pinched my finger off! That must have done it for Chad too, because while Dene was grunting through her orgasm, Chad began echoing her behind me! "Ngh," BAM! "Ngh," BAM, "Ngh," BAM! Somewhere he found leverage and each orgasmic thrust rocked me forward hard into Dene's crotch.
Finally, Chad slowed and pulled out, patting my ass. I felt hot wet juices sliding down both thighs.
"Did you cum, hon?" Chad asked. "I couldn't tell."
"Not yet, lover. You two rest a minute, then draw a card to see who finishes me off."
Dene responded: "I say fuck the cards. In fact, I already said that, so I repeat: Fuck the cards! We'll tag team you. Just as soon as I'm not panting."
"Good plan, Sis. Two minutes," said Chad.
I rolled off Dene's cunt and onto my back, arms and legs spread. My right arm ended up across Dene's chest and I grabbed a tit.
"What do you think, brother, 1 minute shifts at her pussy, and sucking her tits in the off moments?"
"I'm going in!" Chad said gleefully.
"Hey, save some of your load for me!" Dene cried as she bounced over to my chest and began playing.
"Oooo--Chad. That's niiiice. If you can, though, try not to rub my clit with your nose--I'm afraid Dene won't get a turn before I cum!"
Chad's response was to move up and suck my clit into his lips and flick it with the tip of his tongue. I screamed and came like a ton of fireworks!
"Who said you only get one orgasm?" Chad said as he scraped me off the ceiling. "Your turn, Sis!"
"Oh, Hell yes!" said Dene as they traded places.
It took longer for my next one. They gave up on shifts and Dene worked me over for a half-hour, bringing me almost to an orgasm, then backing off dozens of times. Finally, I pulled Chad's hungry lips off my chest and panted: "Gimme your dick!"
I rolled his balls in my hand and milked his cock until a little, clear drop of pre-cum appeared. The sight of it brought me right up to the peak. As that silky drop hung on the end of his dick, I slowly raised my lips to it and licked. The instant my tongue collected that beautiful, shimmering drop, I came again. I lost track of time while my entire body bucked and twisted. As I gradually became aware of my surroundings again, I heard a muffled cry coming from between my legs. Oops. I released Dene's head.
"Dammit, lover! You're gonna kill me one of these days!"
"I would just HATE that! Who'd I train to eat me even half as good as you!"
"Hey!" Chad complained. "You sayin' my sister eats your pussy better than me?"
"Of course I do!" Dene grinned. "Nobody can eat pussy like a girl does, and I'm better than most girls!"
"I'll need to collect more data!" I teased, "I'd hate to rush into a decision for fear of being incorrect! You both better eat me some more. I think I'll be ready to decide after, oh, 50 more times each."
"Don't get greedy, now," said Dene, "or I'll have to punish you!"
"I don't think so, Dene, and don't even start down that road. I might let you smack my ass, LIGHTLY, to see what you're going on about, but let's not get into wacky role-play. I'm not going to "punish" you and don't think even for a minute you're going to turn me on with discipline. I didn't have the same introduction you did and I guarantee 'punishment' will be a turnff."
"Uhh. That was just a tease, lover. I'm hoping that if you try it you'll like the ass-smacking as much as I do, but I was only trying to joke our way into giving it a shot. I don't ever want to dominate you, and that wasn't what it was about when I had you spank me just now. There's just something about the way my ass stings that sends me to the moon! Jan says it's not all that uncommon. If you want to try it sometime, say the word. I promise, you'll be in control of how many and how hard."
"I've gotta admit, I liked watching," Chad added. "There's something satisfying about seeing your pest of a little sister get her butt lit up--I guess I'm not done being a brother--but there was something really erotic about it too. You were clearly into it, Dene. And I'm way past feeling weird about seeing you naked, so watching those spectacular tits hanging down and swinging around when Petey laid into you was a huge turnn."
"Okay, okay! Spank my ass!" I said with an air of resignation, certain that it would do nothing but wipe out the nice underlying horniness I was feeling. In fact, I could feel it slipping away already. "Start light and get harder gradually. I'll tell you when to stop with the force, and when to stop with the smacks."
"There you go hon! Just give it a chance. If this doesn't do anything for you, we'll stop and never look back, but at least we'll know."
"I don't think my tits are going to give you the same show as Dene's, BeeBe. Sorry."
"Hey, don't do that! I *love* your tits! Don't ever apologize for perfection!"
I just raised an eyebrow. He was probably being sincere, but I've nursed an inferiority complex over my itty-bittys for so long it's never far from my thinking.
"Where do you want me?" I asked.
"Let's have you over Chad's lap," Dene suggested. "In fact, let's have him do the spanking."
"I dunno, Sis. Hurting Kath is the very last thing in the world I want to do."
"Me too, but let's let Kathy be the judge of that, OK? What we're after here is to turn her on, and if we discover a new way to do that it's gonna be good for all three of us, right?"
"You OK with this?" Chad asked me.
"Lying across your naked thighs with your dick poking my ribs while you play with my ass? Now let me think--well YES! In fact I *am* OK with *that*!" I pushed him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and plopped down across his lap.
"I have one more suggestion," Dene said. "Let Chad start patting your ass lightly. Not spanks yet, just pats. We'll have him keep up a nice steady rhythm until you ask for more intensity. Then just a little bit harder. Keep up a steady rhythm--you call for firmer strokes if you want them." "Or just say stop," she added, stooping to look directly in my eyes. "OK?"
I drew a breath.
"Lay on, McBeBe," I said, a little tentatively.
Chad didn't start with the pats right away. He stroked up and down my back, down my ass to my thighs and then back up. He lightly squeezed my butt cheeks and tickled my ass cleavage. When he started the pats, he used both hands-softly playing my butt like a set of bongos. I had to admit it felt pretty good.
"Kick it up a little, honey."
The pats began to sting just a little. With the stinging, I felt my pussy tingle. Damn! Maybe Dene was onto something. I squirmed a little and Chad stopped, alarmed. "Just getting comfortable, baby. Keep on going." The strokes resumed.
"Your ass is turning red, babe," Chad said.
"I can believe it! And damned if my pussy isn't getting juicy again!" The stinging began to feel kind of normal.
"Ramp it up a little more, Babe," I said to Chad. The next swat was serious and I yelped.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" Chad stopped and gently stroked my ass.
"Grrrrr," I growled,"--give me about a dozen more just like that! Slowly."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!"
Dene came around in front of me and stepped in close. Her furry belly was at face level. I rubbed my cheek against it and hugged her around her hips as Chad began the last dozen. Dene's bush has always been a fetish for me. The sight and feel of it never fails to get me wet from a standing start, or add height and intensity to my orgasms if we're already going at it. I grabbed her ass with both hands as Chad laid on number six. My orgasm started with number 7 and lasted until he was done. I probably had a bunch of them, but they rolled in one after the other and it was impossible to tell if it was one long one or multiples strung together. Oddly, I was only vaguely aware of the stinging swats as they landed after my orgasm(s) began!
I rolled over and curled up in Chad's arms, still panting.
There was a loud knock on the door.
What the Hell?!?
"Get in the bathroom," Chad hissed, grabbing his pants.
"Yes?" he said through the closed door.
"We're getting complaints about noise. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I'll call the police."
"I'm so sorry--we were, um, well it's just that we were just married and, um, well--you know?"
"Swell for you. But you've got 15 minutes to pack up and leave," shouted the coarse voice behind the door. "Damned kids!"
I could tell Chad was pissed and about to argue. "Honey--it's OK! We need to leave anyway. Let's just gather up our stuff and head back."
"If we're gonna fight, let's pick a different one, BeBe," Dene added, "take a breath."
Chad wasn't happy with the motel asshole, and he wasn't thrilled with Dene and me either, but he stomped back into the room and started gathering his clothes. Dene and I were back into ours in under a minute and we headed out the door together.
Asshole was standing out in the parking lot, arms folded, but from our left, applause started! We looked and the next two rooms down had their doors open and 4 young couples were standing outside in their robes cheering us and giving us a thumbs-up. The guys all looked military, and not like new recruits. Looking at Chad's haircut, one guy called: "Give 'em hell, soldier!" We glanced right and saw a wrinkled face disappear as the curtain whisked shut. The complainer.
Asshole stepped forward to say something to us, but our neighbor yelled at him, striding forward until he was inches from Asshole--"Hey you fucking douche bag! There's a whole fucking wing of fucking jarheads camped out here--you fuck with this soldier anymore and you'll be pulling pieces of your goddammed sleazebag motel out your asshole till you die! The only good news will be that you won't last till morning!" And then to us, gently: "Hey soldier--here's a refund. You stay safe. We'll get reimbursed from asshole here after you're gone." He shoved a $50 in Chad's hand and clasped his shoulder. "Fuck 'em all while you're here, son, cuz there ain't nothing worth sticking your dick in where you're headed."
Asshole reconsidered whatever it was he was about to say to us.
Chad faced the Marine. "From an Army puke you know this is hard to say, but Semper Fi, friend, and thanks." "Semper Fi," came the reply, "Good luck and Godspeed buddy." Their girlfriends came to give Dene and me hugs. "You two keep on fuckin' him till he leaves, honey, OK? Every chance you get till he leaves. It'll be a long stretch after that till he gets R&R."
As we drove away, we saw 4 very large, grizzled Marines gathered around Asshole. I suspected they were discussing the finer points of military service in hostile territory.
We rolled in at Chad and Dene's house about 2AM.
*To be continued--* | Beebe and Petey Ch. 08 | [
"spankings",
"romance",
"lesbian",
"anal"
] |
Fragile Unbroken 6
"Slickery"
I had a conversation recently which has reawakened one of my wildest fetishes and rekindled memories of one of my wildest erotic rides. It's not one I will be able to experience much in my life, at least, not too this degree because it took my Master a long time to arrange it in a way that was safe and comfortable (to the degree that comfort is a priority.) It's an extreme cum fetish, so if that isn't your thing you may want to move on to another story.
My Master and I have had more adventures than I can count, and my need for love and attention is regularly met. but there is one desire that has been innate. It is the natural me.
I absolutely love cum. It is like a treasure to me. It is lust at its most concentrated. I want it to touch me. I want to taste it. I want it from both men and women. One of my constant standing commands from Master is that I clean him, or any other lover he may choose, of cum after sex, but that command exists because he learned how much I love it. It came as a reward for good behavior because I always asked him to do it anyway. I began to love it the first time I ever sucked a cock, years before I met Master.
I love tasty, slippery, hot cum in quantities that make our older Mexican cleaning lady think we are crazy. That only happens because some of it goes to waste on sheets or pillows. I have to assume that some hits the ceiling but I can't confirm it.
Yeah, I know it sounds obsessive. That's because it is, just a little bit.
Master learned this about me early in our relationship. As we've grown together, and through my training, he recognized it as an avenue for reward. He asked me a lot of questions, and over time he developed a strategy that he thought might accommodate this fantasy of mine.
He spent months preparing. One night he asked me how many men I thought it would take to fulfill my desire to be drenched in cum. I had never thought It through that far. I asked him how many he would let me have. I think he expected an answer that was a little more tame.
He replied that safety was his first concern, and he felt like it should be men whom he would trust enough to be alone with me, which in truth was very few, if any at all. Even so, I told him that I would not want the experience if he were not a participant. At that point I don't think the idea of seeing a bunch of men naked over me appealed to him at all.
It took time to develop mutual comfort and understanding, but in the end Master saw his way clear to make it happen. He told me that he thought he could come up with six men who would be willing.
That was more than I ever expected him to give me, but he had a plan that would incorporate safety and his comfort.
We spent the next two months having some private encounters with a few gentlemen, one of which my Master tossed right out of the mix. By the time that was complete Master had allowed me to meet 4 other men who he knew enough of to be confident that they were clean. He had some agreements with them, and he said he made them test for std's before they ever met me. One of them was a close friend Mike who he had known most of his life. I had been intimate with him before, and we had no worries about him.
Often in the weeks leading up to the night it happened, I would think about it until my thighs were slick with my bodies natural lubrication.
It was finally prepared. I don't know exactly what Master had to do to make it work, but he worked hard, knowing that this was something I wanted and he told me I deserved it.
The day came. I was cleaned and adorned with a new pearl necklace master had given me for this occasion. It was not an accident. He thought the symbolism of the pearls would remind me of the event in the future. I wore it all that day. It looked a little awkward wearing my necklace with my collar but there was no way I wanted to go through this without my Masters collar.
I prepared myself. Master had given me instruction and we both set hard and soft limits which gave me even more freedom because I knew where Master would draw he line. I had been fantasizing about multiple penetrations as time led up to this, and Master agreed that if I was comfortable with it, he would go along too. I knew he meant it. I had watched a man suck his cock before, and he had taken one anally on a night where I had been chained and forced, (allowed) to watch Master with another dominant friend who both tested and punished her male sub by having him suck Master to completion. I knew he wouldn't be bothered by the idea of another cock in my ass. One limit I added to our arrangement was that only Master would be allowed in my pussy. He appreciated that. I think it built trust as well.
It was comforting and intoxicating to know I could guide the evening according to my comfort level.
I was nervous to near shaking but I couldn't stop thinking about 5 men cumming. I wanted it badly. I was wet all day to the point that it was embarrassing and inconvenient as I spent the majority of that day naked and my wetness was noticeable. Master just laughed when I told him that. He said that half of the time he didn't have to work to deprive me. I was so sex focused that I kept myself on the edge.
I didn't think it was funny. It was his fault anyway for being so damn sexy and loving.
The hour arrived. I had my hair braided so it would not interfere. I had the beautiful pearl necklace on arranged so that it didn't conflict t too badly with my golden collar. The necklace hung down to drape across my cleavage. It looked hot. Master suggested I wear a robe and nothing else to make the whole thing easier, so I wore a black silk robe which barely covered my ass.
So I knelt, waiting on a pillow with my legs closed to keep my wetness from showing, on my perch in the corner of the great room. Master had decided the event would take place here. He had given me permission to speak freely but he put soft, black, leather shackles on my ankles and wrists. I think he was marking his territory. He had removed his card table from the room and replaced it with a soft, thick rug. You could tell that the room was set up for something and all the men knew what they were getting into, so as the first one arrived the sexual tension was already hot.
Master offered him a drink. He did not introduce us. Part of my fantasy was to be treated like a whore. Master said that nobody needs to know a whores name to get off. It set my mood quite readily. I had met the men but their names had never come up. I already felt like a whorish fuck doll and only two of the men who would take me were here. Master and he chatted. He was tall and muscular. He wore tight blue jeans and I could see his erection forming early as he glanced at me and I just smiled back at him, kneeling quietly.
Three more men showed up within the next few minutes. They were all talking, they all had a drink or two. They were acting macho and all I knew was that those cocks over there would touch me soon. I did know Mike and he came over to talk to me, but we talked about none of the normal things we might have discussed. It was all about the weather and other frivolous topics. I could tell he was nervous. I told him he ought to go join the others and get ready. I didn't want to wait any longer. Master had instructed me how to approach this. My heart was beating like a drum as I stood up and walked to the large, soft rug. My black robe flowed easily over my hips, contrasting with my pale white skin. Every one of the men stopped talking and turned to look at me. It was real now. I was insanely nervous but I breathed deeply and tried to calm myself as I untied my sash and tossed the robe to the side. I looked at each man in the eye. My nipples were aching hard. My shaved pussy was dripping down my highs. This was it. My dream.
I knelt down on the rug and looked at one of them. I have no idea who he was. I beckoned him over with my finger. He swallowed so hard that I could hear it. Suddenly in my lust I felt like a queen with 5 men at my whim. I was the whore queen and these were my subjects.
As the first man approached, my fears melted away. I focused on making these men want me. I was going to please them all. They were going to feed me their cum. I stroked his cock through his pants and then unzipped them. His pants slid down enough for me to pull his cock out of his boxers and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it.
I looked at the others. "You men really ought to get undressed," I said with inherent seduction dripping from my words.
That did it. Everyone but Master took their cloths off with a clatter. It was like they had all forgotten they were in a room full of other men. All eyes were on the slut on the floor. The first man seemed stuck, as if he didn't want to lose the advantage of me kneeling in front of him and stroking his cock but he didn't want to be the only one with cloths on either. I offered him no consolation, instead I made it worse by sucking his cock into my mouth. Mike was nearby and I reached for him, pulling him closer. When he was close enough I leaned over and took his cock deep in my mouth and sucked hard as I stroked the other guy using my saliva like a lube.
They were all undressed and gathered around me as the last man took his cloths off too. Master had instructed them that they were not to initiate anything unless I started it. I knew the others were hoping for a little action. I looked at one who was stroking his cock and that sent me over the edge. I wanted every one of hose cocks touching me. Master had given me control of what happened. It was up to me what I wanted. I had free reign.
My problem was, I had 5 cocks, but only one mouth, two hands and one pussy. It left only one thing if I really wanted five cocks fucking me. Master was slowly disrobing as he watched. I had a fear that he wouldn't like this, but as I watched him while I sucked one cock, and was trying to stroke two others, his pants dropped and his cock was rigid and hard. He was into it at least that much.
I let the cock out of my mouth and called to him., "Master, please, I need you here." I heard confidence in my own voice and that bolstered my confidence further.
He came over and I spoke to him. "Master, will you please fuck your little slave while she pleasures these men?"
Three of them were stroking their cocks and one was apparently still recovering from the fact that I had stopped sucking him. Master nodded and laid down on the rug as we had discussed. I straddled him and I reached for the two nearest men, but I called to Mike. "Mike, please fuck my ass, I need your hard cock in me." I pointed to lube sitting on a nearby end table.
He wasted no time in drizzling it over his dick and rubbing it all over as he stroked his thickness. I grabbed Masters cock and guided it into my dripping cunt. He plunged in deep. I leaned forward supporting myself with one hand and reached for another cock. I dragged that thick cock to position nearly in front of me and asked him to stand next to Master. I sucked his cock into my mouth and held it there, sucking as hard as my limited concentration would let me.
By this time Mike was kneeling behind me between Masters legs. I rocked my hips down over Masters cock until it was wedged deep inside me and filling my pussy. and then I poised my ass and prepared to be entered by Mike. I had been double penetrated before, which is part of what led to this fantasy, but Masters cock was big, and Mikes was the biggest of all the others. I felt the pressure of his cock but I was as ready as I could be and he eased into me. It hurt but I pushed back pulling him in as the sensation of three cocks in me overwhelmed me. I was fucking Master. Mike's cock slowly went deep into my ass. I felt so full and it felt so good that I almost started cumming right there. A man whose name I didn't even know was fucking my face and two men were jacking off over me.
I was so fucking intense I couldn't control myself. I stayed like that for a while, completely overwhelmed. I concentrated on the cock in my mouth until I had it down my throat. That man started fucking my face. Then I realized I could get my hands on two more. I reached for one more cock as the man stood next to me. The other man took the example and I latched onto that one too. Grabbing those cocks hard I pulled them closer to me. I had three cocks near my face now and I couldn't concentrate on any one of them. Instead I tried to rotate my concentration, fucking Master a little, then poising my ass and tightening for the man victimizing it, whose balls I could feel against my pussy where they must have rested against Masters massive balls.
That thought sent me over the edge. I sucked one, grabbed another, then turned and sucked another and grabbed the other one then went back to getting a few strokes in for Master. It took so much concentration that I forgot all about my own pussy for a little while. The man in my ass sounded like he was getting close to cumming and that reminded me why I was here. I realized I was in no position to stop him. He grunted out loud and shoved deep into me, explodedijg in my ass. The first drops of cum had landed. I went back to sucking cock and jacking off cocks while while I fucked my Master. Mike pumped his cock into me until his cock was getting limp and he couldn't. I felt his dick slide out of me and I knew cum was drizzling down onto my pussy. I slid myself up Masters cock and began to fuck him in the longest strokes I could manage. I was so wet, I could hear my sloppy pussy.
Other men were getting close as I focused on Master. I leaned back, dropping the cock from my mouth. "Master," I begged. "Please cum on my face" I pulled up off of him and Master was right on time. He stood up over me and I knelt on the rug. Master stroked his dick over me and I reached for another one with my mouth. As they all stroked their cocks I sucked one mans into my mouth as he looked ready to cum. I sucked until his cock exploded. I let his first load slide out of my mouth onto my tits, swallowing only a little as he pulled out and his cum fell onto my shoulders and tits. My skin felt hot where the little splatters hit me. I was in sheer ecstasy as I shoved a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. Another man was moaning. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, then held my tits up so he could cum on them. His cum shot me in the face before the rest of his load spewed all over my tits. That man came forever. His load was huge and it drizzled off of my tits onto my thighs. I don't think I had ever seen so much cum from one man.
I turned to be next stranger and grabbed his cock and stroked it with him. I stroked hard and as my arm was getting tired he started saying he was going to cum. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close and held my face under his cock as his cum shot out in huge spurts all over my face. I felt like a good and proper cum slut but there was one person left. I looked up at my beautiful Master, his cock in his hand and I was overcome by lust and love for him. I wanted him inside me.
I begged him again. "Oh Master, fuck your slave." As I lay back in the rug, spreading my legs wide. He knelt between them and pushed his cock back into my pussy. He fucked hard and it wasn't long. I began rubbing warm jizz all over my tits and pinching my own nipples while he too started shooting his load into my steaming pussy. As he did he pulled out and shot most of his load onto my pussy lips. I reached down to rub his cum into my clit and it was then that I started cumming myself. I writhed on the floor for these gentlemen, almost screaming in pleasure.
"Oh fuck yes." I saw two of them rubbing their cocks again and I wanted more. "Fuck yes, stroke your cocks and give me more. All of them but Master grabbed there cocks and started trying to bring them back to life while I rubbed their cum all over my body and finger fucked myself. I rubbed my clit and came twice more in the long timespan before each mans cock eventually released on me again. I had four men standing over me with dicks in their hands, dropping splashes of cum on me one by one and I bathed in it, moaning like a drunk street whore.
Men were falling away. I felt like a warrior whore queen who had just vanquished an army.
I lay there on the rug as they all faded away. I vaguely remember seeing Master with his pants on, and I heard men talking but I didn't care at all what they said. I could feel their cool cum all over my face, my tits, my stomach, my pussy, my ass, my thighs. I was completely used. I was completely overcome and I didn't want to move.
I don't know how long it was but after a good while Master was standing over me speaking. "Lay there slave and enjoy your conquest for the rest of the night. He brought me pillows from my perch and I crawled half way onto one. Before sleep took me I remember hearing a voice saying."You've got yourself one hell of a slave there, Jon"
I heard him reply, "Yes, I do."
I woke up to a quiet house with that memory in my head. I was sticky with dry cum all over me. It was the oddest feeling as I moved and felt it pulling at my skin. Yes, today I was a good and proper whore princess, loved and adored enough to be used and taken at the whim of a powerful, secure man.
No man could have whipped the smile from this little cumsluts face that day.
Later that evening Master pulled three guns from hidden spots around the room. It startled me until I realized what it really meant. I was very, very safe.
I also realized that the man who owned me was the most honorable, strong and safe man I had ever met. | Fragile Unbroken Ch. 06 | [
"multiple",
"cumslut",
"double penetration",
"oral",
"cum fetish",
"cock",
"slave",
"dominant",
"submissive"
] |
*First chapter on my profile. No, seriously, you won't know who the hell this "Emilia" is if you don't read the first chapter.*
*This story might have some plot holes or factual errors. This is a fictional story after all. If you want to nit-pick on it, fine, do so. All characters are over 18 years of age.*
'Will you be my girlfriend?'
Emilia's brows scrunched, her emotions confused as she ran the question through her head a few times.
'I need to think about it.' A tone of uncertainty loomed over the sentence, which Emma and I picked up.
'Emilia,' Emma advised. 'if there are any doubts on your mind...'
'Of course I have my doubts!' Emilia burst out. 'Sis, you're the real celebrity here, and I'm sure that given the chance, Tim would try to get into your pants.' I felt my face reddening as Emma glanced over at me. 'He prefers you. Who doesn't want to be the famous Emma Watson's boyfriend? I'm just a substitute for you, sis.'
'Now come on, did I ask Emma to be my girlfriend?' I spoke up. 'No, I asked you. Yes, I admit your sister is quite beautiful, but did you forget? You're twins! Your beauty equals that of your sister's, in fact, I love you for your personality. You're so... vibrant and colourful and I want you.'
She got up from her seat as I did the same, my arms held onto her tightly, our heads rested on each other's shoulders. My shoulder was damp. She was crying softly, I only hoped they were tears of joy.
'I've never felt more important in my life.' Emilia whispered into my ear, and I softly held her in my grasp. My vision focused on Emma, who, unbeknownst to Emilia, stared daggers into her twin's back. It was a look of envy, of... jealousy?
A month together with two women can be... hard, subjectively.
A month together with a pair of twins, both smokin' hot, but only one of which you're dating? A dilemma.
A month together with the Em Watsons, and yes, that is how I refer to the pair, one of which you're dating but the public sees you as dating the one and only Emma Watson, who is a secret agent for the British government, but now reassigned to work for Americans, when you're in fact dating her twin sister, but both wants you in their panties?
Classic comedy.
You would think dating the twin of Emma Watson would be totally awesome or something or the other, but in reality, it's kind of complicated.
Whenever Emilia is seen in public, she is recognised as Emma. On one casual date in America, someone took a picture of me and Emilia together, starting a big gossip about Emma's new boyfriend. I couldn't exactly deny the rumours, as they were half-true. I couldn't risk exposing Emilia, the twins' lives will be turned upside down.
This created a problem for me. Emma was enjoying the rumours, even teasing me about it. Truth to be told, I still hadn't seen Emma in her birthday suit, but Emma and Emilia are twins. If their identical looks continued underneath the clothes... you get the idea.
'Whatcha dreaming about, hon?' Emilia rolled from her side of bed to mine, her face lying on my chest. Her hand drifted down to my cock, which was slowly resurrecting from previous thoughts.
'Just... work.' I lied. 'Em, tonight was great, we should definitely try that out some other time, but the holidays are running out. I have to start working tomorrow.'
'Where are you two off to?' She inquired.
'Chicago, gonna be at that hotel I told you about a few days ago. Do you still remember?'
'Yeah. I don't have Alzheimer's yet.'
The night was dark, but from her hesitation to speak, I could tell she was upset, if not only slightly.
'You're staying with my sister, right?'
'Yes, with your sister.' My cock twitched slightly at the thought of her.
'My sister, who has the same smoking hot body as me?' It was at this moment that I realized she might have had ulterior motives. My friend wasn't the perfect liar, and her soft hand was the perfect lie detector.
'No, babe, you're hotteaaah.' Her hand got ahold of my balls.
'Have you ever imagined what would it feel like to fuck her?' Where was this going?
Knowing my friend would give me away regardless of my answer, I decided to respond truthfully.
'Yes.' I sighed. For someone with no interrogation experience, unlike her twin sister, she was surprisingly good at finding the truth from me.
'Good to know.' She said coldly, and rolled off my chest. Was she happy with the answers she got from me?
Left confused and unsatisfied, I drifted off to sleep, resting for the big day coming up.
Emilia didn't appear to be upset by last night's events, maybe she was only sleepwalking. Or sleep-interrogating. Maybe she inherited that off her twin. I kissed her goodbye, walked out of her house, only to be greeted by Emma.
'We're late! Come on!' Emma shouted, motioning me towards the black SUV. We were hoping to catch the flight designated for us. Supposedly agents can only travel on specific flights which are screened and deemed "safe" for the agents without "terrorist threats". If we missed this one... ah, hell, we missed it, alright? Now we had to drive, since the next "safe" flight to Illinois won't be available for another week.
The sun had just disappeared behind the mountains as Emma pulled into a small town somewhere in the middle of America. The gas-guzzling V8 of the Suburban was thirsty for more fuel, and Emma needed her stomach refuelled as well. Emma went to eat while I volunteered to refuel the vehicle. I drove around the town, and found a small locally owned gas station. The price seemed cheap, at least cheaper than it was in London, and I pulled in and started refuelling.
The nozzle clicked after a few minutes, indicating the fuel tank was full. I turned the engine over, the V8 roaring, but not as mighty as Eric's Hemi. Driving around the town again, I found the diner which Emma said she was visiting.
A whiff of coffee caught my nose as I entered the diner. I wasn't all too familiar with American restaurants, but I heard there were free refills for any drinks you ordered. My eyes dashed around in search of Emma.
There she was, her dirty blonde hair sticking out from the rows of booths. Not like it was hard to spot her, as the diner was empty at this time. I walked over to her booth. I could've sat opposite of her, but it felt right to sit next to her for a change. Emma's smile turned to me as I sat down next to her, as if she planned on it. She already had a plate of half-eaten pancakes in front of her.
The lone, brunette waitress in the empty diner walked slowly over to our booth. I made some mental measurements of her. She looked young, had an athletic build, her white and pink checkered dress stretching from her shoulders to just above her knees, covered by a navy blue apron. I stopped once I saw the ring on her right hand, indicating she was taken. She seemed overly ecstatic, brimming with unspent energy, as if we were the first customers she had for that day.
'Howdy!' She said. 'What would you like to order today, sir?'
'I'll have what the lady's having.' I said, pointing at Emma's pancakes.
As the dish came, I regretted my decision. The stories about everything being double the proportion of what they serve in England were wrong. It was close to triple. Emma had no trouble finishing her plate. and even offered to help finish mine. I gave up halfway, and asked her to finish the last few. Her puffed cheeks looked cute with a mouthful of pancakes. How she keeps her body in killer shape is still a mystery to me.
We arrived in big bloody Chicago after a few days of non-stop driving, with Emma driving through the last night. When we got to the hotel, she was barely walking upright. The receptionist couldn't help but giggle a little as we walked by. She passed out immediately on the freshly made bed as we entered our room. Luckily there were two beds. Without those, I might be forced to sleep with her. Hell, I might even get cooties. Once I made sure she was tucked in well, I returned to the lobby.
'Any mail for 1087?' I asked the receptionist.
'Yes, sir!' He looked overly cheerful. Which meant he was doing his job well. An envelope was handed to me, addressed for Mr Watson. Subtle.
I opened the door to our room as quiet as I could, hoping not to disturb Emma in her slumber.
'C'mon! Harder!' Emma's voice screamed. That sounded familiar somehow, but I knew it wasn't Emma's own voice. I stepped further into the doorway, still obscured from Emma's view, but able to see what's on the television.
'I'm cumming! Oh God!' The tinny Emma voice moaned again.
All became clear as I saw what was on the television. Emma was watching a recording of that night when I thought I was having sex with her. How did she acquire it? I don't remember making a recording of it. I peeked my head around the corner, towards the bed.
There was Emma, sitting up straight leaning against the backboard, facing the television. Most of her was undercover, except for her right hand holding a TV remote. But from the slight bobbing of the sheets, I could tell what she was doing with her left hand. She hasn't noticed the man staring at her creepily from around the corner.
Emma, the real one, moaned under her breath as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She licked her lips and sighed. I couldn't stand it anymore. Round the corner I went.
I moved swiftly to Emma's bedside. I could smell her arousal from there, the heat radiating from her body warmed my core. Closing my eyes, I bent over and crouched to give her a quick peck on her plush, warm lips.
I opened my eyes, finding Emma's eyes a bit to my left, staring down at me. Her irises were a reddish brown, like her sister's.
'Em-'
Her lips moved towards mine. I wasn't sure about how I was supposed to react, but naturally I kissed her back. I would die for those lips. There was something arousing with the taboo of messing with the twin of whomever you're dating. Either that, or I'm a cheating bastard. Your call.
My hand went around her back as my lips melted into hers, pulling her deeper into me. My mind was still debating whether this was ethical or not, my girlfriend was just a thousand miles away, but my body had no trouble identifying a potential mating partner. My cock rose from the sheer intensity of the kiss. Radcliffe should've done it on the film set and called it an accident.
'Not now.' Emma said breathlessly as she pulled away a little. 'But I liked that, if, uh, if that means anything.' She paused for a breather. Of course it meant something, but I just didn't know what.
'Yeah...' I paused to think. 'Work relationships and all. Gotta keep it professional, eh.' I said with false assurance.
'Right.' She replied, her voice dying off near the end.
After a few seconds of us staring at each other, I broke the silence by handing her the envelope from the receptionist. She seemed relieved when the distraction appeared.
'From the CIA, presumably.' I said. 'Did you rent this room under Mr Watson?'
'No, but whoever did was thinking ahead. Mr. Watson rents a room? Oh, just an English gentleman. Emma Watson rents a room? Well bloody hell, call the paparazzis! Free publicity for the hotel! Do you get me?' Emma waved her hand around for exaggeration around the paparazzi part. Even off camera she still maintains a little bit of a stage persona.
'Alright, alright, I get it. Take the envelope now.' She took it, and tore the top open. Inside was a photo of Emma, sleeping quite peacefully. She looks beautiful from any angle.
'I don't remember taking this photo.' She said, then realising how potentially dumb that statement was. She held the photo near my face. 'Did you take this?'
'Nah.' I shrugged. Interestingly, in spending some time with Emilia, who was American, I seemed to have lost a little of my British accent.
'What, that's it? Nothing else?' I asked. She seems to be asking that as well, as she shook the envelope upside down, hoping for more than just a picture.
'Clerical error or something, these American systems don't work at all. Hey, someone's getting fired at the CIA.' She shrugged, mimicking my reaction.
'Now I want some sleep. Shoo.' She motioned me away. As I slept last night during the road trip, I couldn't immediately fall asleep. I looked around the room, only to find a freeze frame of Emilia riding on top of me displaying on the TV. High definition as well.
'We've come so far.' I silently thought to myself. Guilt came back to me as I replayed the recent memories. How would Emilia react if she saw what happened just then? Emma is not Emilia. Stop it. A fundamental thing to remember about dating twins is that your penis can't tell personality. It sees, it wants.
I closed my eyes, hoping for an escape.
*'Em... come with me.'*
*'No.' She replied, tears forming in her voice. She walked away.*
*'Emilia.' I yelled after her.*
*She split into two, both turning back, mirroring each other's movements.*
*'Who?' Both figures whispered back.*
*Their voices were soft, clear. One figure disappeared into thin air.*
*'Am I yours?' The remaining figure questioned. She walked closer.*
*She wanted answers.*
*I had no answers.*
My body shot up perpendicular to the bed. It was still dark. Another confusing dream. Or a nightmare. Lying down again, I looked to my right, where Emma's bed was. Even in the blinding darkness, I could sense her. I imagined her lying in her bed, perhaps having a pleasant dream about puppies or something.
My phone on the bedside table was flashing. I rolled right, hoping to reach my phone. Oof. Something was in the way. I tried to move it, thinking it was a bundle of sheets or similar.
'Stop...' The object spoke weakly. I switched a light on.
It was Emma. She seemed to have snuggled into my sheets after I fell unconscious. I didn't exactly see her off to sleep.
Emma turned her head towards me.
'Well, it was supposed to be a surprise...' She spoke groggily, having just been awoken from slumber. 'You know, for the morning.'
'What surprise?'
Emma threw the sheets off herself.
'Oh, you're... naked.' I muttered, the shock of her display of boldness being numbed by my weariness.
'Yes, I am naked.' She said, restating the obvious.
'I have this... this feeling, or this urge that's inside me...' Her breath was shallow, interrupting her sentence as she spoke.
'Emma, it's the middle of the night. Besides, you know I can't do anything without a proper breakfast.' I half-protested.
I imagined she tried her hardest to hide it, but Emma's lips formed the tiniest of grins.
'Do you want to have... a proper English muffin in bed?' She enquired. 'Please?'
'Hey, as I said, I could use some breakfast.'
'Proper, as well.' She reaffirmed.
'Yeah.' I shrugged.
I moved down to her hips. A familiar scent of arousal caught my attention. She lifted her legs, and I rolled in between them. I wasn't wrong about the identical bodies. From the dim light next to her head, her body looked absolutely fantastic, almost a perfect match of Emilia's body. Her curvatures and bumps in her body rose and fell as she waited patiently for my move.
Her breath quickened as I dove into her sex. She put up little resistance as my tongue slithered into her warm crevice. My nose nuzzled her clitoris gently, the little spot of pleasure yet to be exploited by me. I looked up to see her eyes closed, her hands clutching at the bedsheets.
'Was she enjoying this?' I asked myself. She seemed quiet. But how her body was reacting suggested that whatever I was doing, I was doing it right.
I lapped at her pussy hungrily, letting her juices flow into my mouth, savouring the sweet nectar. Emma's hand started flicking at her clitoris. Too soon. I grabbed ahold of her hand and forcefully lifted it away. I looked up at her, shaking my head sideways, my tongue still working at her opening.
'Please.' Emma said, with her eyes begging for me to touch her.
Looking into her eyes, I let go of her hand. I paid more attention to her clit, my tongue flicking over the nub every few seconds. She started rubbing her taut nipples, working for a release. Although Emma was very quiet, a few moans still escaped her.
I climbed up the bed, our faces now aligned. The few seconds that passed by seemed to calm her down. My cock entered her slowly, our eyes never leaving each other's. Her brows furrowed, her eyes closed as my cock reached the furthest it could.
My hips pumped slowly, both of us relishing the quiet, but pleasurable, lovemaking. She never said more than a word, instead, her body spoke in how it responded to my touch.
I thrusted with more intensity, my eyes still locked onto hers. She glanced down occasionally, taking in the sights and getting further aroused from it. My lips dropped down onto hers for a deep kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth, tasting herself. Dirty girl.
Emma drove her nails into my back, the pain oddly increasing the intensity of the pleasure I was receiving. She nodded, panting quicker as she neared her climax. I wasn't going to last long either, her muscles gripped at my cock, as if begging for my seed. She desired for a release as well, I could tell.
She closed her eyes, her breath stopping for a quick second. My cock felt her secretions, a new, warm flow of her juices coating my cock as I stopped and felt her muscles contracting, milking my cock. Her body shook passionately in ecstasy as her orgasm coursed through her. She came.
Emma opened her eyes, some of her hair splayed on the pillow. Her body was covered in a reflective layer of sweat, and so was I. Her orgasm seemed to have passed, however, I hadn't had mine. Emma knew this as well, I hoped.
'Get off.' She wiggled a bit, and moved out from under me. I stood up next to the bed, my cock still hard as diamonds.
'Fancy to finish off in my throat?' Emma asked with a smile in her orgasmic glow. She laid on her back, her head hanging at the edge of the bed, her mouth awaiting just below my cock. She seemed to have some expertise in this. She positioned herself so that my cock could sink as deep as possible into her throat.
'How could I turn down such an irresistible invitation?' I responded.
'Just do not poke my eyes out with that.' She warned.
My cock lowered into her mouth, the head exploring deeper and deeper into her tight throat. I took care as to not choke Emma dead as I pumped in and out, giving time in between for her to catch a breath or two. Emma tried to swallow my whole, tempting me to push deeper. Hell, I could even feel it on my cock if I touched her throat. The sensations were overwhelming, the sight of my cock travelling down her neck pushing me over the edge.
'Emma, I'm cumming.' I notified her. She couldn't speak, obviously.
Pulling out, I gave her one last chance to breathe before I come. I rammed my cock into her mouth, and released the pressure I had been holding in for too long. My seed sprayed down her throat, coupled with even more arousing thoughts of her not needing to swallow. It was a non-stop express to her stomach.
She gasped for air as I pulled out. A string of the concoction of semen and saliva landed on her face. I panted heavily, my knees soft from the pleasure. I looked down at Emma. She had a frown on her face. She was upside down. It was a smile.
'Now that we both came at least once, and we are sweaty, and dirty,' Emma swallowed some more of the leftover saliva. 'how about we take a nice, long shower to clean off?'
Emma washed my cock in the shower. It was pleasurable, but I had enough of it for that night. Plus, it was still too early in the morning, and the warm pattering of the shower only made me realise how tired I was.
Emma and I slept naked together after the shower.
I woke up early, earlier than Emma, at least. It was nearly noon. I could've done something mutually pleasurable to Emma with my morning wood, but as soon as my mind started working again, it was the afternoon, and the morning wood was no more. I got up, and freshened myself up in the bathroom.
My brain reminded me that the woman I bedded last night was not my girlfriend. Guilt rushed to my head as the realisation became a panic. I stared at myself blankly in the mirror.
What if this was some elaborate sister-sister agreement, and somehow Emma got permission to mess around with me? That would be a best case scenario, but wasn't a likely one. Emilia didn't seem too thrilled with the idea of me even going on an assignment with Emma. Maybe she predicted something like this would happen. She would've been right.
"In this situation, who shall assume responsibility?" I remembered back to a question from some ethical test I did while I was in training, except that question applied to death due to an accidental firearm discharge. Damn, I was still an agent. And I just fraternised with my partner, quite hot and heavily.
Walking over to the bedside table, I looked at Emma. She lay on her side, sleeping peacefully. A contrast to my state of mind right now. I picked up my phone from the table. It was still flashing, and I checked the notification. It was a message sent by Emilia, the timestamp sometime during last night, before Emma... seduced me. I chuckled silently at her name in my contacts list. She set the name herself after I accidentally sent Emma a rather inappropriate picture originally meant for Emilia.Then my smile dropped as I went through the messages.
*From "not Emma": "asleep yet babe?" - Sent 00:03*
*From "not Emma": "ok I'm really horny w.o u babe" - Sent 00:03*
*From "not Emma": "please talk dirty to me babe" - Sent 00:06*
Then she sent no messages for the next few hours, until...
*From "not Emma": "I'm comin over, can't wait 2c u" - Sent 08:12*
"comin over"? The drive takes at least two days, as Emma and I found out. But if she caught a flight out this morning... It only takes a few hours. Oh, dear, god.
But god can't save me now.
There were two knocks on the door.
Ah, shit.
*I've been working at this story on and off for the past year, and you may notice changes in my mood as the year went on. The first chapter, including the first section of this chapter (up to about the diner and pancakes part), was to fulfill the teenage fantasies I had of an incredibly attractive celebrity, the reality didn't matter then. It was a fantasy. Once that ran out of puff and ideas, I drew on my life during the year. Young love not meant to be, mistrust in relationships, the lot of them.*
*However I don't write well enough yet to create emotional, relatable character attachment, so you may not have felt for the fictional twin sister. Originally I wrote Emilia as the persona's girlfriend with deeper attachments, but then I realised that if the persona did have such a deep connection with Emilia then he probably wouldn't cave into pressure with the cheesy situation I created in order to write a sex scene. I felt like cheating the readers, posting the story in the celebrities category but not actually writing about Emma Watson.*
*I've pumped out B-grade stories (all two of them!) for the time I have been on literotica, but I'm hoping for the best next year, do some research, take notes from the elders of the community. May the happiness I find in the future be ingrained and reflected in my writing.*
*Thank you for reading. Merry Christmas, everyone.*
*And yes, next chapter will be coming... But the "when" is anybody's guess. I haven't started yet. I'm hoping the next installment will come before next Christmas.* | Double Agent Watson Ch. 02 | [
"emma",
"watson",
"agent",
"bond burger",
"british",
"cheating",
"twins"
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*(Note: This is a continuation of the story commencing with Double Vision 1 in which the main characters are introduced. The installations are meant to be read in order.(*
Daniella invited me to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with her family who lived outside LA in Simi Valley. She explained that her older brother who lived in New York wouldn't be there and that there would be an empty room for me. She also explained that her parents had built an addition to their bungalow home containing the bedrooms for their four children at the opposite end of the house from their own master suite. It would be easy for her to slip into bed with me without being caught. This sounded good to me and the whole meeting the parents thing was only mildly stressful. I felt good that she wanted me to meet them.
"Of course Dee will be there too," she smiled. "And you can fuck her with equal discretion but remember that I'm the official girlfriend."
"Aye, aye, captain," I saluted. Those were orders I could gladly follow.
As Daniella, Darolyn and I drove out for our weekend away, we listened to music and debriefed regarding our midterms. Daniella sat up front with me—it was my car—while Darolyn sat in back. Halfway through the trip we made a pit stop. Daniella said she felt like taking cat nap and asked Darolyn to trade seats. Her twin agreed.
We got back in the car and Daniella lay back on a pillow and closed her eyes. Darolyn and I talked for a while then just looked at the passing scenery. When I looked toward Darolyn, she was leaning against the door with her legs stretched toward me. Her skirt was riding up, showing a lot of thigh. She gave me a Mona Lisa kind of smile that I couldn't decipher and looked out the window again. I returned my attention to the road when I felt a foot touch my thigh. I looked down at the sexy foot rubbing against me and followed it up Darolyn's gorgeous legs to the top of her thighs. As I glanced her way, Darolyn parted her legs, showing me her naked pussy. This was definitely distracting.
Now Darolyn had both of her small, pedicured feet caressing my crotch. I was wearing loose shorts and she worked a foot up inside one of the legs until she was massaging my balls with her toes. Of course my cock was straining against my shorts and Darolyn spent a good twenty minutes tormenting me as she rubbed her own clit until she quietly came.
I saw the sign that our exit was approaching and pointed it out to Darolyn. She pulled her skirt down then leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Sorry to leave you like that but unless Dee gets you first, tonight I'll suck your cock down my throat and swallow all your cum."
Composing herself, Darolyn began to explain the route to her family home and tell me about growing up there. Daniella roused herself and joined in playing tour guide for me with her sister.
When we arrived, the sisters hugged their parents and introduced me to them. They were very welcoming and insisted on feeding us immediately. The younger sister, Aqualina, an eighteen yearld freshman at the local junior college was at basketball practice and wouldn't be home until late. The parents asked the three of us general questions about school but entirely avoided grilling me on the boyfriend hot seat. By the end of the meal we were all relaxed and retreated to the living room to watch a movie.
Daniella sat next to me on the couch farthest from the TV while her parents took the one closer in. Her dad fiddled with the remotes until the complicated home theater system roared to life. With the lights out and the TV loud, we settled in for the opening credits and Darolyn joined Daniella and I on the couch with me in the middle. The way we were arranged, unless they turned their heads around, the parents couldn't see us, and the room was pretty dark anyway, except during the explosions (in the movie, that is).
Daniella snuggled against me and lightly placed her hand on my chest. I put my arm around her and caressed her bare arm. Daniella kissed my neck and settled back down. The movie quickly became suspenseful and both sisters grabbed and squeezed my arms. Once the pace of the film became calmer, they both continued to hold on to me.
At this point, Darolyn began to touch and rub my chest. Daniella noticed this and hissed at her to stop. Darolyn ignored her so Daniella took my face in her hands and kissed me. Darolyn upped the ante by rubbing my hardening cock through my pants, then a surprise development in the movie made their dad yell, "wow!" and they both pulled away from me in alarm.
For the rest of the film, the twins leaned against me but didn't tease me anymore. When it ended, the parents yawned and said good night to us. We heard them pass through the kitchen and then close the door leading though the laundry room down to the master suite. I was a little apprehensive about the competition between the twins and thought I'd excuse myself to take a shower and get ready for bed. Just as I was making this announcement, we heard the front door open and in walked Aqualina. She looked a lot like her sisters but was slightly thinner and taller and had more of a tom boy look, at least in her basketball gear.
After a quick introduction and promise to talk more the next day, Aqualina headed for the shower. I figured I would now have to wait and went to sit back down.
"There's two showers," Daniella told me. Taking me by the arm, she showed me that there were two bathrooms next to each other at the end of the hall and told me to take the one on the right since Aqualina would be using the other, which opened into her room.
I went to my room to get my bathroom gear and a bathrobe and then returned, looking forward to a hot shower. After undressing, I was reaching for the shower door when the door between the bathrooms opened revealing a naked Aqualina. Her body was really athletic and trim, with pert dark nipples just like the twins and a hairless pussy below her flat stomach. We goggled at each other before reacting.
"Sorry!" she called out, pulling the door shut again, then opening it a crack to say, "I ran out of shampoo. Could you just hand me a bottle from the cupboard?"
"Okay, no problem," I replied.
I found the shampoo and handed it through the doorway, I felt Aqualina's slender fingers slide over mine for a moment as she got a grip on the bottle.
"Thanks!" she said, "and sorry again for barging in on you. I've gotten used to having this end of the house to myself."
"No problem, see you in the morning," I returned. Finally, I took a shower, brushed my teeth and headed back to my room. I tried to put the image of Aqualina and the feel of the touch of her hand out of my mind, but another part of me couldn't stop thinking of her.
I lay down in the bed and pulled out a novel. I could hear the sounds of doors and dresser drawers being opened and closed as the sisters went about their bedtime preparation. Then a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in," I said.
Still dressed in the tight T-shirt and sweats she was wearing earlier. Darolyn came in, closed the door and sat next to me on the bed, saying:
"I spoke to Dee. She said she doesn't mind if I help you relieve some tension while she showers and that she'll be in later."
With that, she pulled off her shirt, showing off a lacey black push-up bra. She ran her hands up my legs, parting my bathrobe to get access to my cock.
"I wanted to suck your cock in the car but didn't think it was such a good idea in broad daylight," she told me.
"Besides, if Dee had woken up, she might not have appreciated it," I put in.
"Come on, she told me how she makes her roommate blow you while she cooks dinner," she laughed. "You were right when you told me that people change."
My cock was hard from Darolyn's hands on my cock and the sight of her cleavage before me. After winking at me, she got right to work, kneeling between my legs and swallowing my cock into her mouth. She worked me over rapidly with her hands, lips and tongue, then started sucking me deep and fast. It wasn't long before I was spewing down her throat. Darolyn swallowed it all and smacked her lips.
"Delicious," she said. "I think Dee is right about the pineapple juice. I'll tell mom to buy more tomorrow."
With that, Darolyn pulled her shirt back on and waltzed out.
After about ten minutes there was another gentle knock.
"Come in," I said and Daniella flowed into the room, her silk robe clinging to the curves of her damp body.
"Sorry I took so long," she said, "I shaved my pussy so you could lick it for me."
I gave Daniella a good, long licking, loving the taste of her tender pussy. The lips were pale pink on the inside and gradually morphed to a plum purple at the outer edges. Her cunt shone with a combination of her juices and my saliva as I pleasured her. As she ran her hands through my hair and over my back, I reached for her nipples and tweaked them as I flicked her clit with my tongue, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm. We talked for a while and then went to sleep. While it was still dark I awoke to the sensation of a wet mouth on my hard cock. Once I was fully awake, Daniella climbed on top of me and quietly fucked me until I pumped her pussy full of cum. After giving me a kiss, she slipped on her robe and silently left the room.
The next day was Thanksgiving so there was bustle around the house all day. We all lent a hand to produce the big dinner that included all of the traditional American fare with the invariable Pilipino addition of rice. The family was joined not only by me, but also by some old friends of the family who the girls had known since childhood. I only spoke to Aqualina briefly but it seemed that she was brushing up against me more than coincidence might allow. Perhaps I was imagining it. In any case, I sure wasn't going to put the moves on my girlfriend's younger sister but I couldn't deny that I had a certain level of attraction to her, sparked by our accidental encounter in the bathroom.
The festive dinner finally came to an end, the friends departed, the leftovers were put away and everyone collapsed in front of the TV for another movie. Wiped out by Turkey-induced narcosis, everyone turned in on the early side, except the girls' mom, who I could hear fussing about in the kitchen until I fell asleep.
I awoke to feel a naked female body sliding into bed next to me and hands running across my chest. I heard Daniella's voice in my ear, "hey sleepy head, are you too tired to fuck me?"
This got my attention and in no time I had Daniella on all fours as I fucked her doggy style until we both came with stifled moans.
"I'm going back to my room to be on the safe side," she told me, and soon I was once again in dreamland.
I dreamt that I was at the beach and suddenly realized that my swim suit was missing. I was naked on a beach full of people. I looked around frantically for my suit or something to cover up with but no one had even noticed me. A young woman in an obscenely tiny black bikini who looked sort of like Jennifer and sort of like Aqualina walked up to me, staring at my naked body. She reached out and touched my cock, and in spite of my embarrassment, I could feel my cock becoming erect, with a rising sense of panic, I woke up and realized that not only was my cock in fact hard, it was being licked and sucked by someone in my bed.
"Jeez, Dee, you scared me," I said, assuming that Darolyn had paid me a nocturnal visit. "But don't stop, it feels great."
Darolyn continued to suck my cock as it rose to full mast, throbbing as she licked and swirled her tongue around the head, then sucking down the length of my shaft with her wet lips. Once she had me super hard and dripping wet, Darolyn climbed up and impaled her tight pussy on my cock and began moving up and down on it, squeezing me with her inner muscles. I reached down to hold her hips so that I could better thrust up into her, meeting her moves with my own. She whimpered a little and breathed out heavily. As Darolyn pulsed her tight pussy up and down my cock I slowly ran my hand up her sides to her breasts. As my hands closed over them, something seemed different. Her breasts might have felt slightly smaller. But the room was pitch black and I thought that perhaps my senses were playing tricks on me. At the same time, she intensified her pulsing and came with a stifled cry.
"Dee?" I prompted.
"I'm not Dee," came the response. It was Aqualina.
"We can't do this," I protested in a frantic whisper, my mind racing to the consequences.
"You're already fucking both my sisters," she said matterf-factly, "I caught Dee One leaving your room last night and she told me the whole story."
My heart was pounding but my damn cock was still rock hard and inside Aqualina's pussy. She clenched her pussy around my cock and said, "don't tell me that doesn't feel good."
I groaned, "it feels great but I love Dee Two and I don't want to hurt her."
"I'm confused," she retorted sarcastically, "you can fuck Dee One, you can fuck Dee Two's room mate, but you can't fuck me? I'm eighteen you know. You're not breaking any law or any rule that I can figure out."
"It's about permission, and trust," I tried to clarify as I reached to turn on the bedside lamp. The sight of the hot, wanton teenager impaled on my cock almost made me spurt.
"Oh, so if Dee Two says it's okay, you'll fuck me without freaking out?"
I sighed. I was nervous, this was their parent's house and they would hardly approve of this. But I was also excited. I did want to fuck Aqualina, but not unless Daniella approved. I may not have been exclusive but I was loyal. And I wasn't about the screw up the good thing I had for short term pleasure, however enticing.
"Okay," I finally, consented. Aqualina began pumping my cock again.
I groaned, "but not until she say's it's okay."
"Fine. I already came anyway," Aqualina said in an irritated voice, hoping off my cock and putting on her robe. Before she left she turned to me with a kinder expression on her face.
"You know," she said, "you're right about permission. I'm sorry I assumed that anything goes. I'm glad you respect my sister. But if she says yes, are you actually interested adding me to your harem?"
"Yes," I told her. She smiled, blew me a kiss, and silently left the room.
In the morning I slept in late, to be awoken by Daniella opening the curtains and putting a glass of pineapple juice in my hands.
"Thanks. Where is everyone? I asked.
"My parents and Aqualina went to the mall to hit the sales early," she replied. Continuing to update me on the plans for the day she said, "Dee and I have appointments with our regular hairdresser this afternoon but it's a nice day so you can hang out by the pool while we're out. And after you're up and showered, Dee and I would like an appointment with you."
"That sounds great," I said with a smile. "I'll make sure to finish all my juice."
"Dio," she began, "Aqualina told me about last night."
I gulped.
"At first I was freaked out," she continued, "I mean, my little sister became an adult while I was away at college but I was still thinking of her as an innocent girl." Daniella absent-mindedly stroked my arm as she went on. "But when I thought about it I realized that I'm already sharing you with Dee and Jennifer. So after making the mental adjustment to see Aqualina as a sexually active adult, I couldn't think of a reason why not."
I was amazed by the way Daniella was able to think outside of our cultural and religious habitual ways of thinking. Maybe the anthropology classes she loved so much gave her a different perspective on her own cultural assumptions. She went on:
"What really moved me is that you respected me so much that you made that horny little vixen stop when I'm sure that every part of your body wanted to go on. Especially this part," she said, grabbing my cock.
"I think I would have come to terms with it even if you hadn't done that. But now I just want to reward you. One of your rewards is Aqualina. Be discreet, but give her a good fucking whenever you want."
At that, Daniella leaned in to kiss me and I held her close to me, giving thanks for my incredible good fortune.
After a shower and some breakfast with the twins (during which I was given more pineapple juice to drink) they sent me to wait for them, naked, in my room. After about five minutes, the door opened and in walked both twins, completely nude, both with their hair in ponytails. Without clothes, jewelry, or make up, I couldn't tell which was which. I looked for toe nail polish, but they had removed that as well. I thought I would be able to tell their voices apart. Despite having identical tones, their manner of speaking differed, but they kept their mouths closed.
"So you want to see if I can tell you apart?" I asked.
They nodded.
"And you're here to have sex with me," I clarified.
They nodded again.
With the rest of the family out of the house and the situation with Aqualina resolved, I was ready to plunge into this new scenario with gusto.
"Let me start by comparing the taste of those two pussies," I said.
The twins laid side-by-side on the bed with their legs spread. Of course both pussies were freshly shaved with identical tiny wedges of hair at the top. I licked and sucked their sweet pussies that looked, felt and tasted exactly the same and brought them to identical whimpering orgasms.
Sitting back on the bed with a twin on each side, they rubbed my feet and massaged my legs until they converged on my cock. Taking turns, each twin sucked my cock, closely observed by the other who repeated the same ministrations to my throbbing member. They were both able to take my cock to the root and I was no closer to guessing which sister was which.
Looking into their faces I thought I recognized some essential, inner difference, like Daniella's tenderness or Darolyn's wild side, but a moment later I'd seem to recognize those qualities in the opposite twin. The game was intriguing but I realized that it really didn't matter. I was having sex with identically gorgeous twin sisters under their parents' roof.
As the twins continued to pass my cock back and forth between their luscious mouths I had a thought.
"If I guess correctly, do I win something?" I asked.
They shook their heads no.
Then I had another thought. "Will one of you win something, depending on my guess?"
They nodded their heads with big smiles.
"Alright then, let's get on to some fucking," I said.
First, the twins took turns riding me cowgirl style as I squeezed their tits and asses. Next, they got down on knees and elbows, side-by-side. This was an incredible sight: two brown, tight round asses with glistening pussies shining beneath them and slender arching backs and narrow waists. As I fucked one, I fingered the other, switching back and forth several times.
I tapped one twin on the back, "turn around and suck my cock," I told her. Pulling my cock out of one twin's pussy, I presented it to the lips of the other who sucked it without hesitation. Since Daniella had done this after I had fucked Jennifer, I thought this could be an indication that it was her. But then again, this was her sister's pussy juice which might bring about a different reaction.
In any case I was groaning with pleasure from whichever sister it was. I then gave the other sister the same test. Pulling my cock from the pussy of the one who had last sucked my cock, I presented it to other, who also plunged right down my cock eagerly. This was impossibly sexy. I thought about fucking their asses but they had both already done that with me so I wouldn't really wouldn't learn anything by it. Except what if felt like to fuck two asses.
But by now, one of the twins was pointing to the clock. Apparently we were running short on time. I told them to suck me until I came and I stood by the side of the bed as they leaned over to share me. Now they were going for broke and while one had my cock in her mouth, the other licked my balls. This was a first for me and the sensation of two mouths plus the sight of two identical pretty faces working over my cock sent me over the edge. The twin sucking my cock pulled off and they both knelt with mouths open and tongues extended as I pumped my come between both their lips, spilling a bit on their bodies as I switched between them. Each of them made a show of licking up and swallowing the cum that had landed on their lips and then looked at me defiantly. I was just going to have to guess.
Pointing at each in turn I pronounced, "you're Dee One and you're Dee Two."
"Yeah!" cheered one of them, clapping.
"He just guessed," said the other, whose voice revealed her as Darolyn.
"So what did you win, Dee?" I asked Daniella.
"Let's just say that you're going to be my date for a special event," she responded, then asked, "so did you really know or was it a lucky guess?"
"You don't think I'd give up my secrets that easily do you?" I teased. The twins groaned and then headed off to get cleaned up for their hair appointments.
I made myself a turkey sandwich and was just sitting down to devour it when the twins came down the hall wearing identical tight jeans, platform sandals, gauzy white tops and orange bangles and lipstick. I guessed they were planning to defy other attempts to identify them today.
"See you later, honey," said Daniella as she swooped by to give me a kiss.
Darolyn also swooped in for a kiss and mimicked, "See you later, honey." Or maybe it was the other way around.
I put on my board shorts, got my novel, some sunglasses and towel and went out to the pool. It was just under 80 degrees, not too hot, and I kicked back in a lounge chair with my book. After finishing a chapter, I got up and jumped in the pool to swim a few laps. Dripping wet, I returned to my chair and closed my eyes as I soaked in the warm sun. I was in that half-way point between sleep and waking when I heard the front door slam inside the house. My reverie broken, I prepared to socialize with the parents, but realized they might not even know I was home and wouldn't be able see me unless they opened the door to the patio.
Everything was quiet for a while and I resumed my relaxation while it lasted. I heard the sliding door swoosh and opened my eyes. There stood Aqualina in a white bikini of tiny triangles that I couldn't imagine her parent's approved of.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi yourself," she replied, then dove into the pool.
Aqualina came out dripping and stood in front of me. Now that it was wet, her suit was transparent, showing her pert nipples, dark and pointed, and a very explicit camel toe as what little fabric there was sucked into the cleft of her pussy.
Nervous, I asked, "are your parents home?"
Aqualina laughed, "I couldn't wear this if they were. They dropped me off to go visit their friends. I bought this suit when then weren't with me. Wanna swim?" she tugged my arm.
I got up, realizing my cock was already hardening, and jumped in. We swam and splashed each other playfully, then Aqualina dove under the water and the next thing I knew she was pulling my trunks off. Coming up for air, she flopped the wet suit onto the patio then pulled off her own tiny suit. Looking sexy as a jungle snake, the dripping eighteen-yearld pushed her body against mine and kissed me fiercely. I ran my hands up and down her slim back and palmed her firm little ass as my hard cock jabbed her in the stomach.
"Now that you have permission, and nobody's here, you can fuck me the way you want to," she told me with surprising directness.
I pulled her up and stuffed my cock into her little pussy, fucking her in the water as I gripped her ass until she came with a satisfied moan. She was so tight I could have cum right there but Aqualina had other plans.
"I'm on the pill and I want you to cum in my pussy before you go back to LA, but Dee told me that your cum is delicious and I want to taste it. Let's get out of the pool."
Telling me to lie back on the lounge, Aqualina knelt next to me, using her flip flops as knee pads. Caressing my cock and balls with her slender fingers, damp curls tickling my thighs, she licked my cock with enthusiasm, then began to suck the head energetically while her small hand rapidly pumped my shaft. She didn't seem concerned with making this blow job last, as I might have liked, but it felt so good, and the sight of this horny nymph sucking my cock on her parent's patio sent me over the edge. I pumped cum up into her mouth and Aqualina continued to stroke and suck me until my orgasm subsided. She swallowed and then crawled on top of me, laying her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her slim brown body. I held her like this for a while as the sun beat down on us.
"Dee was right," Aqualina said, "you taste sweet."
"Out of curiosity, which Dee?" I asked.
"Both of them," she laughed.
"Well, I think I'm ready to taste you," I told her.
Aqualina kissed me sweetly and then climbed off my body. We traded places and I began by sucking on her long, delicate toes while I ran my hands up her slender legs. Aqualina let out a sound like a pony whinnying that seemed to express both that I was tickling her and that it was very pleasurable. Licking my way up her legs, I nibbled and kissed her all the way up to her pussy lips, spread apart in the sunlight revealing the rosy pink within. I dabbed at her lips a few times, eliciting more pony sounds from the coltish teenager. Aqualina was pulling on her own nipples as I lightly licked her pussy up and down. I had just flicked her clit when we heard the front door slam.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed and grabbed for her bikini and towel. "You stay here, but get your suit on. I'll go to my room and change. If my parents ask, you haven't seen me." And with that she dashed into the house.
I quickly put my suit back on and sat back with my book as if I'd done nothing more than get some reading in. A few minutes later, a newly coifed Daniella joined me on the patio.
"We're back," she announced the obvious.
"Have fun with your twin act?" I inquired.
"We got the regular questions: which one is older, do we work for Doublemint Gum," Daniella laughed. "How about you? Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Aqualina came home," I informed her.
"And did anything happen?" she asked.
"Yeah. In fact things were still happening when we heard the front door slam," I said. Daniella looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Well you better get in there and finish what you started," she told me. "Dee and I will stand guard although my parent's called and said they won't be home until about five."
With that, I gathered my things and knocked on Aqualina's door.
"Come in," she chimed.
Aqualina was wearing sweats and was brushing out her hair in the mirror. I explained the situation and she shot me a mischievous smile, "well, I would like you to lick me a little more. And you still haven't cum in my pussy."
As she quickly pulled off her sweats and I, my trunks, we embraced and fell onto her bed together, mashing our lips and groping each other intensely. I moved down to resume licking her delicate pussy and flicked at her little bud until she came with a loud moan.
"I hope you can visit for Christmas," she enthused.
I lifted her slender legs up until her pretty feet were at my shoulders and drove my cock inside her tight twat. Holding her legs and nibbling on her little toes, I plunged into Aqualina's wet pussy as she verbally encouraged me.
"Yeah, your cock is so hard, you're really filling me up."
Her pussy was tight and silky. It seemed to suck my cock as her glistening pussy lips pulsed like a beautiful sea anemone.
"Do you want me to cum in your pussy?" I asked her between heavy breaths.
"Yeah, I want a pussy full of cum, I want it to drip down my legs," she panted, her black curls sticking to her flushed face.
"Squirt your cum deep inside my pussy. I want your cum. Fuck me!" Aqualina demanded.
Plunging into her, my balls slapping against her ass, I fired off inside her as she moaned in pleasure.
"That was so cool," she said after a while. "I just went on the pill two months ago and you're the first guy to cum in my pussy. I want to do it again."
"I need a little while to recuperate," I replied, "and won't your parents be home soon?"
"You're right," Aqualina assented, "but I just want to do one more thing. Let me lick the juices off your cock. I've never done that before either."
Of course, I agreed. Aqualina's eagerness to try new things—with me—was an incredible turn on and I actually started to regain my erection as her lips encased my cock when there was a tap on the door followed by the sound of Darolyn's voice.
"Mom and dad just called from the grocery store. They'll be home in fifteen minutes."
Aqualina gave me a passionate kiss, then we headed for separate bathrooms to clean up before dinner. During the family dinner I tried not to think about what the parents would say if they found out about the debauchery going on under the roof.
That night, Daniella was my only nocturnal visitor and I was glad to have some time with just the two of us. On the next day, Saturday, we went on a hike to get out of the house. The parents packed us a huge picnic of thanksgiving leftovers and the four young people got a fairly early start to drive out to the oak woodlands side of the Santa Susana Mountains.
It was a nice day, not too smoggy, and everyone was in good spirits and enjoying the exercise. At the end of a two-hour slog up the hills through the oaks, we emerged onto an open hillside at the top of whatever peak we were on. At the top was a rocky outpost from where we could see into three counties. Aqualina pointed out that we'd be able to see anyone coming from a long way off.
"You know what would be really cool?" she asked.
"I think so, but why don't you tell us," responded Darolyn with amusement.
"I think it would be cool if Dio fucked all three of us as we looked out over the mountains."
Darolyn and Daniella cracked up and started to unzip their shorts and push them to their ankles. Bare from the waist down, and bending over to hold onto a massive rock, the three sisters presented their fantastic sexy asses to me amid giggles and wiggles. Daniella turned around to suck me into her mouth to get my cock hard and wet. I returned the favor by fucking her first but Darolyn and Aqualina were impatient for their turns.
As I fucked each sister for a few minutes before moving to the next, I was struck by the surreal nature of this experience. Here were three Catholic-raised sisters, sharing a guy like a tube of lipstick, and laughing and chatting about it as we looked out from the top of the world over the canopy of California oaks before us. A breeze came up, blowing the three heads of hair, so carefully arranged the day before, into wild mops. We were all laughing and I was fucking them harder. As it came to Aqualina's turn again she called out, "I want his cum in my pussy, okay?"
The twins readily agreed and I saw them exchange a look that seemed to say: "fine, she's the one who'll have a dripping pussy the rest of the way home." As I concentrated on fucking Aqualina, the twins turned to watch and started to encourage me: "fuck my little sister," Darolyn said with a wicked grin.
"Give her your cum," added Daniella.
I erupted once again inside Aqualina. In joy, she yelled out into the wind as her pussy clenched my cock in her own orgasm.
The four of us put our shorts back on and ate our lunch.
On the hike back down, a stream of cum visibly dripped down the inside Aqualina's lean thighs and Darolyn teased her about it.
"I don't care. It was worth it," said Aqualina defiantly, "I'd do it again and again. I love it."
"Next thing, she'll be wanting an ass full of cum too," Darolyn said.
Aqualina was silent. I could see she was doubtful about this.
"You haven't done that, have you?" Darolyn persisted.
"You, umm, I mean, have you?" Aqualina asked uncertainly.
Darolyn paused a moment then said, "sure I have. I've had Dio fuck my ass."
Aqualina took this in thoughtfully then asked, "is that because Dee Two doesn't do that?"
Daniella laughed, "No, it's new to me but I do it too. It hurts a bit a first but it's really intensely pleasurable. You might try it some day."
We stopped a moment while Darolyn retied her shoes. Aqualina looked thoughtful then quietly asked, "but is it...I don't know, messy, you know?"
"I would have thought so too," Daniella replied. "But if you wash your ass really well, at least one guy will even lick it before he fucks it. And I haven't heard any complaints."
"Wow," Aqualina exclaimed, her mind apparently focused on the possibility of getting her ass licked. No more was said about anal sex and our conversation turned to other topics as we wended our way back through the oaks to the trail head where we had begun.
The rest of the day and evening was uneventful. It was our last night and the parents took us out to dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant where I devoured a huge bowl of pho. We all watched the news together, then the parents headed for bed leaving the sisters and I to ourselves. We were all tired but not sleepy so we put on a movie and hunkered down in the couches: me and Daniella took the back couch while Darolyn and Aqualina took the forward couch. As she leaned against me, Daniella began nodding off halfway through the movie. She sat up an announced she was going to sleep. Darolyn decided to turn in as well, leaving me with Aqualina who joined me on the other couch.
After kissing the twins goodnight, I put my arm around Aqualina. She took my other hand in hers and placed it on her breasts. She wore no bra and I could feel her nipples under a T-shirt as she rested her head on my chest. We watched the movie like this for about twenty minutes, then Aqualina slid a hand down to my crotch. My cock hardened in my jeans as she rubbed it. I slipped a hand inside her T-shirt to caress her firm little tits. Her nipples were already hard as pebbles. After another ten minutes, Aqualina unzipped me and pulled my cock out and ran her tongue up and down it before taking the head between her lips.
"That feels wonderful," I said. "But I think we should take this to my room, just in case."
Aqualina sat up and turned off the TV and said, "okay, but I want you in my room this time." Hand-in-hand we walked down the hall and entered her bedroom where she turned on, of all things, a lava lamp, which barely illuminated her room with a mutant glow.
Naked on her bed, we kissed and touched each other's bodies. Aqualina sighed.
"I want to suck your cock some more, but I've also been thinking," she said.
"About what?" I prompted.
"Well you've cum in my mouth and in my pussy and I'm really curious, actually excited, to see if maybe you could also cum in my ass. I know it might hurt but it would just be so cool."
"I'd love to cum in your ass," I told her. "I've got some lubricant in my room which will make it easier," and I quickly left and returned with the lube.
"How do you want me?" Aqualina asked.
"I think the easiest way is if you're on your hands and knees," I told her.
Aqualina eagerly got in position, looking back at me expectantly. "I washed it really well," she said.
Taking the hint, I knelt behind her and took her perfect little ass cheeks in my hands, caressing and squeezing them, then pulling them gently apart as I lowered my tongue to her puckered ass hole. As Aqualina moaned girlish sighs, I gave her ass the best tonguing I could muster. She was really excited and I decided to escalate to a finger. Telling her what I was doing, I squirted some lube on my finger, then blew on in to warm it before placing a dollop on her tiny opening. Popping my finger inside, she sighed, "it doesn't hurt. It feels so good."
I slowly worked my finger all the way in and began to move it in and out while twisting it left and right. Aqualina moaned quietly. "Are you ready for another finger?" I asked.
"Mmm, mmm" she assented.
Adding more lube and a second finger, I gently finger-fucked Aqualina's tight ass as she moved her body back and forth to meet my intrusions.
"I really want your cock in there now," she said, and placed her head down on the pillow, causing her ass to point upwards, ready to be invaded.
I lubed my cock and placed the head at her opening, gently pushing it downwards until it popped inside.
Aqualina gasped and I held still while she grew accustomed to the new sensation. She took a few deep breaths then said, "okay, you can put in more."
I slowly pushed my cock into Aqualina's lovely ass as she gripped the sheets and uttered a series of sharp exhalations. Soon, she was pushing her ass back at me as I slowly fucked her ass, pushing my cock all the way down.
"This...is...so...good," Aqualina panted.
By now I was fluidly fucking her ass, not too forcefully, but not holding back either. Aqualina continued to quietly moan and sigh as I squeezed her ass with my hands and plundered her tight hole for several minutes.
"Hey, is this the only position for this?" she asked.
"We can try anything you like," I responded. I hadn't used any other position for anal sex but didn't see any reason not to try.
"I want to be on top," Aqualina told me so I lay down as she squatted over my cock. It took us several tries but we got my cock back in her ass and she slowly sat down until my cock was all the way in. "Fuck," Aqualina said with a grimace. "I can't believe how intense this is."
I had to agree. With her legs spread to either side, I could see the eighteen-yearld's pussy open before me and my cock buried in her little ass. Placing her hands on my chest she began to pump up and down, tightening her muscles around my cock. Aqualina was biting her lip while she fucked me with her ass. I reached up to tug on her nipples, causing her to moan appreciatively. I lowered one hand to her clit and flicked it with a finger as she continued to pulse up and down.
"This is so hot," I told her. "You are so sexy. Your ass is so tight."
By now Aqualina was whimpering and I could see a sheen of perspiration on her body.
"I want you to cum in my ass," she whispered. "I want your cum to drip down my thighs from my ass."
"I want to explode in your ass," I whispered back.
At this Aqualina groaned in orgasm and I blew my load too, spraying cum deep in her ass hole as she squeezed her cheeks together. She collapsed on my chest, my cock still inside her. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, Aqualina kissed me tenderly on the lips.
"I'm not in love with you," she said, "but I love you for showing me how great sex can be."
"The feeling is mutual," I told her, kissing her lips gently.
"You know I'm planning to transfer out of junior college," she said. "Maybe I should come check out UCLA. Do you think you could show me around?"
"Of course," I said.
We drifted into sleep with Aqualina splayed on top of me and soon woke up again as this position was intimate but not very comfortable in the long run.
"I should probably get back to my own room," I yawned.
"Take a shower with me first?" Aqualina proposed.
We entered the bathroom from her bedroom and soon hopped into the steamy shower stall. We soaped each other's body and kissed as the water ran down our faces. Aqualina washed my cock, balls and ass really thoroughly and asked me to do the same with her pussy and ass. Once we had rinsed clean we got out and dried off with her fluffy towels.
"This has been so great. I'm sad you're leaving tomorrow," Aqualina said as she applied lotion to her lithe body.
"Well, I guess we can look forward to the next time," I said.
"Before you go to bed, can I suck your cock one more time?" she asked winsomely.
"I can't turn that down," I replied.
Aqualina folded the bathmat as a pad for her knees and got down to inhaling my cock which responded quickly with a new erection. I gripped onto the edge of the shower as I watched her lovingly suck my cock, looking up at me from time to time with eyes expressive of love and lust.
Pulling off for a moment, she asked, "can you cum again? I really want to swallow your cum. All week I want to think about your cum inside me: in my pussy, in my belly and in my ass."
I hadn't been too sure about being able to shoot again but Aqualina's words added to the sexy image of her on her knees in the bathroom, the steamed up mirror had cleared by then and I could watch her sucking my cock from the side, as a voyeur to my own sexual act. Aqualina palmed by balls and pressed a saliva wet fingertip into my ass as she rhythmically sucked my shaft between her lips. As I came, Aqualina swallowed my cum, whimpering enthusiastically.
After a moment, she stood up and opened her mouth, showing me that she had swallowed it all.
"You know," she said, "I could drink your cum everyday. When you go back to LA I want you to think about filling my body with your cum whenever, wherever and as much as you want."
"That's definitely an image I'll keep in mind," I told her.
We held each other a long time, then finally reluctantly pulled away to go to our separate beds.
After lunch on Sunday, the twins and I drove back to LA. They looked so pretty wearing sandals and sundresses. Then again, they looked beautiful no matter what they wore. Or didn't wear. Once we were about half-an-hour down the road, Darolyn told me: "we made a bet."
"About what," I asked her, looking back to see her mischievous grin.
"I bet that you wouldn't do Aqualina in the ass," Daniella replied.
"And I bet that you would," put in Darolyn.
I didn't say anything but just smiled.
"So who won?" prodded Darolyn, impatiently.
"This time Darolyn wins the bet," I told them.
"Can't win 'em all," said Daniella with playful resignation while Darolyn just looked smug.
"Are you going to tell me what the bet was?" I asked.
"Eventually," Darolyn said, enigmatically.
After a pause, Daniella asked me, "so was it good?"
"Yep," I said, and left it at that. I could be enigmatic too. | Double Vision Ch. 05 | [
"filipina",
"oral",
"anal",
"petite"
] |
Lee rolled Marshall so they were face to face. Marshall's breath quickened at the sight of Lee's hard body poised above him. Although Lee presented a tough façade to the world, Marshall could read him like a book. His own personal, private edition.
He could read the emotions that flashed through Lee's eyes, mirrors to his soul, and he loved them all. But most of all, he loved how Lee loved him.
A slow, lazy smile spread across Lee's face. Marshall's heart lurched at the sight. Lee reached between them, his fingers circling Marshall's length, pressing his palm against Marshall's flesh. "Don't come until I tell you," he warned.
"Understood." Marshall shivered at Lee's touch. He'd promise anything if it meant he got to have Lee inside him, reconnecting at their most basic level. There was a fire inside of him that perpetually burned for Lee, a flame that could never be quenched.
"Think maybe we should go up to San Antone soon. There's a few things I'd like to get."
Marshall knew Lee had more than computer parts on his mind. They'd been looking at various toys online. Lee wanted to try the wireless remote butt plug on Marshall. According to the website they read, it vibrated.
"Sounds like a good idea," Marshall agreed. He tried not to let his excitement show, but he knew Lee felt it anyway.
"I can plug you while you work, keep your hot ass on simmer all day, and watch you squirm until you beg me to take you." His hand pumped Marshall's cock. Marshall thrust into his tight grip eagerly.
Just thinking about that plug threatened to send Marshall over. He had to get a grip on himself or he'd come. "I like that idea," he moaned.
Lee reached behind Marshall. "Raise up," he directed. Marshall lifted his hips, and Lee slid a pillow beneath them. The pillow wasn't the softest, but it wasn't exactly hard either, and the added elevation allowed Lee better access to Marshall's hole. It also meant he could bury himself deeper inside of Marshall.
Marshall was certainly all for that.
"Then you better work extra hard, next couple of weeks. And watch that smart mouth."
Marshall knew better. He knew Lee encouraged his sass. He also knew Lee was proud of him, and the work he did for their company. He just liked to give Marshall a hard time. And Marshall loved that he did.
"Maybe I should use that smart mouth on you," Marshall retorted.
Lee grinned. "Not tonight you won't." He leaned down, slanting his mouth over Marshall's, effectively ending that particular discussion. For now.
Their tongues tangled in silent communion, in a mutual give and take, exploration of familiar territory. Marshall's need for Lee was only growing greater and hotter. He had to focus hard to keep from exploding into Lee's hand.
Lee drew back and slid two fingers inside Marshall's mouth. He sucked at them eagerly. At last, things were moving forward, and he was closer to getting what he wanted.
When Lee felt the digits were wet enough, he removed them, releasing his hold on Marshall's weeping cock to grab his legs, raising them to his shoulders. A familiar giddiness coiled inside Marshall's stomach, the kind you get when you're sitting on a roller coaster, about to take the big plunge.
Lee eased his wet fingers inside of Marshall, stretching his tight muscles. He would never enter Marshall without prepping him first, and he'd never do it dry, either. He reached inside of Marshall and pressed on his prostate. Marshall released an involuntary yip, arching his back.
"Like that, boy?"
"Sir, yes, Sir," Marshall moaned. He started to reach for his cock, without thinking, but his hand was swatted away.
"Did I say you could?"
"No, Sir, you did not."
"Then remember that." Lee pulled his fingers out of Marshall's ass with a wet pop. Marshall knew his actions wouldn't cost him what he wanted most—Lee wanted it as badly as he did.
He felt the head of Lee's cock nudge his opening, and he resisted the urge to reach for it and guide it inside of him. Then Lee plunged into him in one strong move, filling Marshall completely. He gasped at the feeling of fullness that suffused him, the completeness of their union.
Neither moved, simply enjoying the moment. Then Lee lowered Marshall's legs to the level of his waist, and Marshall locked his ankles behind Lee's back, pressing against the dip just above Lee's ass. He leaned up a little and Lee leaned down, and their mouths met in the middle in a passionate kiss.
Lips joined, Lee began to move, quickly establishing a steady rhythm. The bedsprings creaked beneath them, in sync with Lee's movements, echoed by similar creaks from nearby rooms—the symphony of Partners, the music from the bar an audible backdrop to the private activities.
Marshall moved his hips to meet Lee's thrusts, urging Lee to fuck him harder, his moans becoming lost inside Lee's mouth. Just when he thought he'd have to risk taking himself in hand, Lee took hold of Marshall's cock and pumped. Lee released Marshall's lips long enough to whisper hoarsely, "Come now, boy." And Marshall did, his orgasm the crescendo to their love song.
Lee continued to thrust as Marshall's cock released in hard spurts between them, covering Lee's hand, and spattering both their chests. Marshall squeezed his muscles harder, and felt Lee's response. A few more pushes and Lee released, filling Marshall with wet warmth.
They lay together afterward, after wiping off as best they could. Just for a moment before heading back to their friends.
Marshall stared up into Lee's gorgeous eyes, unable to speak, filled with love for this beautiful man he could not live without.
As if sensing his mood, Lee murmured softly, "No matter where you are, I'll be there. I love you, Marshall."
"Love you too, Lee."
Life was perfect. | Don't Look Back Ch. 15 | [
"m/m erotica",
"marshall and lee",
"taboo",
"incest",
"father/son",
"m/m romance"
] |
Morning found the ship already docked in Miami and we were able to disembark with a minimum of fuss. Anna & Adam exchanged emails with Trent & me before we lost each other in the masses and we had several hours until the flight back home, so we hit the nearest mall.
I still had over fifteen hundred dollars from my winnings the first night on the ship and we spent a most of our time window shopping. The flight home was comfortable, and I got to sit with Mom. Trent and his parents were on a different flight and I figured it was time to talk to Mom about the college thing.
"Mom, I've got a problem."
"You're pregnant." Mom said deadpan.
I froze for a split second and then sighed, "Nothing gets by you, does it. What am I going to do?"
She laughed and said, "what is it baby?"
"College."
"What about it? You submitted everything before the deadline, I am sure that there is a letter of acceptance waiting for you at home right now."
"No, there is probably a letter of rejection and an order to see a shrink about the dark and dismal pictures I took."
"Why would you think that?" Mom asked.
"You saw the final disk I put together for submission." I said stiffly. "Not one nice picture in the lot, and it certainly wasn't what they asked me to put together."
"Well," she said, drawing out the word, "I wouldn't worry about that too much."
"How can I not worry, I have just blown my shot at college because I was being a stupid mopey schoolgirl."
"I think it will be fine." She said firmly. "Try not to worry about it, and if they turn you down, then it was not the school for you. Now get some rest dear, it is a long flight back and you only have one day to recover before school starts."
Mom tilted her seat back and left me staring at her in shock. How could she be so cavalier about my future? I was going thru hell, and normally she was so supportive. I sat back in my seat and stared at nothing for the rest of the flight.
We made it home just before dinner and Mom ordered out for a pizza. We were all too tired to try and cook, plus all the rich food on the cruise made us want normal food for a while. I was in my room, sorting out my clothes when Mom came in and flipped a large thick envelope at my head. I ducked and it landed face up on my bed. I stared at the return address, the registrar's office at UCLA. I couldn't move. I knew it had to be an acceptance letter, they don't send big envelopes to tell people they didn't get in, but I still couldn't move.
"Either you open it, or I will." Susan's voice came from behind me.
I picked up the envelope like it was a dead rat and carefully tore it open. A large folder was inside and a letter stapled to the front. I held my breath as I read it.
Ms. Janie Holcomb:
Congratulations in being accepted for the fall semester...
That was far as I got before the scream of delight came from my throat. I looked at Mom and saw a smug little smile on her face.
"Don't say it." I said sternly.
"Say what," she responded, the very picture of innocence. "That I told you so, I would never dream of it." She had to duck the pillow I threw at her.
I finished reading the letter in a state of shock. I had been accepted at UCLA for photography and a minor in computer sciences. We had the money, thanks to Dad, but still I was worried. This was going to be a big change for me. I put the folder on my desk and went to throw out the envelope when a smaller envelope fell out. It was a standard letter size and had the return address of a modeling company.
I knew it had to be a mistake, but it was addressed to me. I opened the envelope and the letter it contained was even more surprising that the acceptance letter.
Ms. Janie Holcomb;
I represent a small internet modeling client for our firm. They are very interested in new faces to model their swimwear and lingerie line. One of the members of the applications board is related to me and was kind enough to forward me a copy of your disk with your fashion show. I think you might be perfect for my client. Please contact me as soon as possible so that we can discuss your future.
Sincerely
J.D. Timerson.
I read the letter twice and then headed downstairs. I had a feeling I knew what had happened, but I wanted to confirm my theory. I found Mom and Susan in the kitchen opening the pizza box.
"Oh good, you're here. I was about to call you." Mom said with a smile.
"Mom, did you submit my fashion show disk to UCLA?" I demanded without preamble.
"Yes dear, I did." She said without pause. "Why?"
"What do you mean 'WHY'?" I retorted. "You knew I didn't want to send that disk. How could you?"
"Simple, I slipped it in before you asked me to mail it. I was not about all that hard work you did on the first show to go unnoticed."
"MMMMOOOOMMMMM." I wailed.
"Enough," Mom said sternly. "It isn't that I didn't think your second disk would have got you in. It is just that I wanted the admissions board to see both sides of you. Now come and eat."
I stared at her in shock. She had totally betrayed my trust and now she just wanted me to sit down and eat with her. I opened my mouth to say something when Susan spoke up.
"How did you know?" She asked.
"What?" I asked still in shock.
"How did you find out about the second disk?" Susan said again. "It was labeled second submission; they shouldn't even have viewed it."
I handed her the letter from the modeling agency and sat down. Susan read the letter and handed it to Mom with a smile.
"Looks like our little girl is going to get more attention than we thought." Susan said to Mom with a wry smile.
"This is..."
"An excellent opportunity." Mom interrupted. "After dinner we can look this company up on the internet and see what they do. Also, I will contact a few friends to see if they have heard of them. Now eat."
"No," Susan said sternly, snatching my plate away. "If she is going to be a model, she is only allowed to eat salad."
"Gimme that." I demanded, pulling on the plate.
Dinner passed with more laughter now that the cat was out of the bag and I had accepted that Mom and Susan had put one over on me for my own good. We hit the net and did a search and found that the modeling company was a small private company with a very exclusive clientele. They dealt only with small clothing companies but were very well placed. Mom called a few friends and they promised to get back to us in a couple of days with a report on the company. We also contacted the Better Business Bureau and they had a clean rating there.
Monday found us all back in our routines. I got to school on time for my workout in the pool and ran into Candy. She was taking a more leisurely swim than I was and was a golden brown. She had obviously spent her break on the beach, or in a tanning salon.
"How you doing?" She asked me. "You look a lot better."
"Fine, nice tan." I said smiling at her.
"Yeah, spring break in Florida. It is a wonder I survived. How was the cruise?"
"Great, the accommodations were spectacular, the food was too good, I think I put on about fifty pounds. We made some good friends and I tried a few new..."
"We." Candy pounced on the word.
"Yes, WE." I said emphasizing the word. "As in Trent and I. We sorted out a lot of things on the cruise and are back together."
'YES." She hollered.
I didn't know how was happier, her or me.
"He is my boyfriend you know." I said with a dark look at her.
"I know, and I am glad the two of you finally got your heads out of your respective asses and sorted this out." Her smile gave way to a sudden frown. "You didn't give in to him did you?"
"If you mean go all the way, no, I am still a virgin, and he respects that I am going to remain one for a while yet."
"Good," she said fiercely. "You can't let him bully you into anything."
We stepped out of the pool and headed for the showers.
"But how are you going to keep him interested if you want to stay a virgin?"
"There is more than one hole down there you know."
"You mean you let him..."
"Yes," I said with a smile. "And I love it."
"You slut." Candy whispered.
"Not really, I can't be a slut if I am still a virgin." I said with a wicked smile, and then yelped when she flicked my ass with her towel.
"Cheeky bitch." She said with a laugh.
"Have you heard from any colleges yet?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I got into USC. You?"
"UCLA for photography and computer sciences."
"Cool, we can live together in LA." She cried cheerfully.
I just smiled and laughed at that. I had not thought about that. I could not keep my secret from her if we lived together.
"We'll see, I have to find out what Trent is doing first."
"You don't want to share an apartment with me?" Candy said looking hurt.
"I think that would be cool, but I would much rather share a bed with Trent."
"I'll say it again, SLUT." She giggled and we finished getting dressed.
Lunch found us at our usual table, the whole crowd comparing Spring Break stories and discussing college acceptance letters. Trent was beside me and we snuggled. He had already told me that he had been accepted at USC and West Point. He was torn between where to go and I was trying very hard not to pressure him into anything, but the thought of him going into the army scared me.
Kevin was sitting with Candy and he told us that he had been accepted at UCLA for the same computer sciences class I was in, but he was majoring in it. He said that after class he needed to talk to me about a new computer program he had come up with and need someone to look it over and beta test it for him. I was flattered.
Half way through lunch Mom texted me with the results of the search on the modeling agency. They had checked out and a couple of her friends had worked for them before. They were very picky and extremely exclusive. Candy looked over my shoulder and read my text at the same time I did.
"What modeling agency?" She asked.
I gave her the name and she looked confused.
"Why are you worried about them?"
"I got a letter with my admissions letter that they want to meet with me."
All conversation at the table stopped and everyone turned to look at me.
"What?"
"You got offered a modeling contract? Chelsea asked shocked.
"No, they just want to meet with me to talk about some pictures for a small client they have. Nothing special."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Trent asked.
"Because I wasn't sure it was real or what I was going to do about it." I said firmly, upset that it had come out this way. I wanted to tell him privately after I found out what I could about the company but that plan was toasted now.
"Give me the name." Trent demanded, pulling out his phone and punching a speed dial number.
I gave him the name softly certain that he was mad at me again. Just what we needed after we got back together on the cruise. Trent nodded and got up from the table and walked away talking as quietly as possible in the chaos of the cafeteria. He returned a few minutes later and pulled me back into his arms and kissed me gently.
"What was that all about?" I demanded.
"You will see later." He said shiftily, and changed the subject back to break stories, discussing the SNUBAing we had done on the cruise. I was still concerned but his smile and arm around me was very comforting.
After last class my phone rang and I didn't recognize the number, but I answered it anyway, it was Jason.
"Hi beautiful." He said as soon as I said hello. "You are on a conference call with me and Trent."
"What's up?" I asked now completely confused, I was meeting Trent in about an hour after practice.
"I wanted to explain this to both of you since Trent asked. I checked out this J.D. Timerson. She is a very good advertising executive. She deals only with small companies but has built herself a very profitable niche. She is definitely above board. You can trust her not to take advantage of you. She made her way up the ladder from a model to a photographer, to advertising then started her own company. Well thought of in the business. Tough as nails in negotiations, but takes good care of her people. That help?"
"Terrific, thanks Dad." Trent's voice came over the line. "I just wanted to be sure that this wasn't some fly by night company that takes advantage of people for nothing."
"No, definitely not. J.D. is good people." Jason said firmly. "But Janie, when the time comes to meet with her, take your mother with you, or I can assign someone from our LA office to represent you."
"I..."
"Maybe it best if it was either your mom or how about Heather?"
"Yes, I think I like it better if it was someone I know." I said still bewildered at the speed of which things were happening.
"I thought so." Jason said. "That way no one else will need to know about..."
"That is what I was thinking too." I said. "Thanks Jason. I will talk to Mom and we will let you know."
"No problem sweetheart." Jason said, and I could hear his smile.
"Thanks Dad." Trent cut in. "Janie I will see you after practice. Bye Dad."
Jason chuckled as he said goodbye and he cut the connection. My phone rang again a second later and it was Trent.
"Honestly, you'd think you were his girlfriend."
"Well he was very charming on the cruise, and at the Christmas party, and Thanksgiving, the fall dance at the club..."
"Enough." Trent said with a huff and then laughed. "Mom would kill him if he tried anything with another women."
"Not to mention what she would do to the other woman." I said with a laugh. "Gotta go. Practice."
"Me too. Love you." And he hung up.
Practice was not too bad. I was glad that I had done the yoga on the cruise. It was obvious which of the girls had not done too much over the break. Candy was sweating and cursing by the end of the workout and Chelsea collapsed on the mat when Coach Jacobs finally called it quits.
"I will never drink that much again." Chelsea said panting for breath.
"Serves you right." Barb said, only slightly winded. "Look at Janie. No practice in months and she barely broke a sweat. I heard all about the rich food she ate on the cruise too. So off your ass and get to work."
"Leave me out of this." I said. "I was working out before the cruise, just not cheering."
Chelsea shot Barb a dirty look and rolled to her feet. Candy stormed out of the gym with Chelsea right on her heels. We found them both in the showers, sitting on the floor letting the water rain down upon them.
"You okay?" I asked Candy.
"Just sore." She responded tiredly. "And mad at myself. I am the captain and I should know better than party for a week without working out."
"You will be fine in a few days. Take it easy. You okay Chelsea?" I called across the shower room, getting only a grunt in reply.
"She will be." Candy said, smiling faintly. "She partied even harder than I did and she only got home last night at about one. She is just tired."
I cleaned up, changed and headed out my car to find Trent waiting for me. He swept me up in his arms and kissed me soundly. His tongue worked into my mouth and ran over my teeth. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my body around his. My hands held his head and I was on one leg as the other hooked behind his and pulled us tight together. I ground my crotch against him and could feel him harden even through the fake vagina I wore.
He finally broke the kiss and looked down at me smiling.
"What was that for?" I asked breathlessly.
"I missed you." He said simply.
"You spoke to me an hour ago."
"I meant last night. I got used to sleeping with you last week and I found my bed a very lonely place last night."
I snuggled into his arms and murmured my agreement. A horn honked and we both turned to see Candy pull up and scream at us to get a room. I flipped her off and pulled Trent's face down to mine for another searing kiss. I heard her laugh as she pulled out of the lot and headed for work.
We broke it up after a few more minutes and several cars honking as they left. I hopped into my car and drove home. I needed to talk to Mom.
She was cooking dinner when I got there and saw that the table was only set for two.
"Where's Susan?"
"She has a lab tonight and won't be home till about ten. Just you and me," Mom told me as she slid the pie into the over. "Come make the salad."
"Just let me drop my stuff and change Mom. Right back," I tore up the stairs and flung my bag on my bed and changed into white tights and loose t-shirt.
I started the salad as soon as I got into the kitchen and we sat down to eat shortly after that. The meat pie was great and Mom had ice cream for dessert for us.
"Mom, I wanted to talk to you about this modeling thing."
"I thought you might." She said with a grin. "Jason called right after he called you and gave me the run down. I think it might be a great opportunity for you."
"I think I want to try it, but I am a little worried about my clit."
"Don't be." She said firmly. "You can wear the vagina for the photo shoots. If you can wear that monokini that Heather bought you at Thanksgiving you will be fine."
"It is not just that. I am worried about this Timerson lady finding out and saying that I did something dishonest."
"Don't' worry about that either. We can make that a part of the contract if you wish."
"Do we have too?"
"I think we should at least let J.D. know about it, if only to keep up our end of the bargain."
"I am not sure..."
"Trust me." Mom said confidently. "Heather will make sure that you are well taken care of."
"Heather." I said with surprise.
"Yes, she has agreed to represent you. If that is what you want."
"Yes it is, I just didn't know how to phrase it so that you didn't think I didn't want you involved."
"I know you want to keep me involved." Mom said with a smile. "I also know that you want to get out on your own and try different things. But I still want you to be represented by someone who knows what to look for, and Heather would be a better choice than I would, and it would make sure that we don't have to have any more people that know about you than necessary."
"Thanks Mom, you are the greatest." I said hugging her.
"I know." Mom said smugly. "But I still intend to be a very visible presence while you are doing this modeling thing. So be ready for it."
"Kay."
"Now, get to your homework young lady. You are not a model superstar yet."
"Yes Ma'am." I replied meekly and scampered from the kitchen before she could do more than shake a fist at me.
The rest of the school year passed with a minimum of drama. A few more fights and break ups, more homework than any sane person should have assigned to us. The swim team placed second in the state finals. Heather got me a great deal with J.D.
We flew down to LA over a weekend and met with her. She was a very beautiful woman in her mid forties. I recognized her from several ad campaigns that I had seen when I was younger. Jason was right, she was tough as nails, but she had more than met her match with Heather, who did some of Jason's corporate negotiations.
She got me a great deal, top dollar, a private dressing room, and private shoots. J.D. wasn't too fond of the idea, but after Heather made her sign a non disclosure agreement and told her about me J.D. gave in on everything. I even found out that the member of the admissions board at UCLA was her husband. He would pass photos of girls that he thought would be good for J.D.'s business on to her and then drop the letter into their admissions or sometimes even rejection letters. Most of the girls tried it and gave up, but many stayed the course and put themselves through school on the money that J.D. paid.
My first shoot was scheduled for a week after graduation and I was put on a strict diet when I signed the contract. I wouldn't see any money till after the shoot, but Heather had told me that was normal. They had to see if I could do what they needed in front of people I didn't know before they put a lot of money into my career.
There was still enough drama to embarrass me before graduation. Trent and I had held out as long as we could but by the third weekend after the cruise before it happened. That night we had gone to his house, Jason and Heather were at some charity ball and after more than two hours of sex Trent and I had fallen asleep in his bed.
We had started with a pizza for dinner and ate while we watched a movie in the media room and then started to get intimate. I had sat on his lap and we had made out for most of the film. I felt him harden beneath me and wiggled on his rod. Finally I was ready for him, but wanted to have a little fun.
I climbed off him and ran out of the room with him right behind me. I led him into the pool room and let him catch me right at the edge of the pool, but I still had enough momentum to pull him into the pool with me. He came up sputtering and glared at me.
"Now that wasn't very bright." He accused. "What are you going to do about clothes to go home in?"
I swam to the shallow end and stood long enough to strip and tossed my clothes onto the deck. Standing naked in the pool I looked innocently at him and said. "It is your fault for chasing me in here. I guess we will have to dry the clothes before I go home. In the mean time, since we are in here, we might as well enjoy a nice swim."
I dove cleanly back into the water and surfaced on my back. My tits pushing up the water and my clit standing as hard as was possible, considering the hormones I was on. Trent wasted no time and shucked he clothes off and chased me around the pool.
I shrieked in mock terror and tried to escape him, but not very hard. He caught me at the steps in the shallow end and pushed me down onto my hands and knees. I felt him pull my cheeks apart and felt him slid the large head of his cock against my rosebud.
"You have teased me long enough, now you are going to get what is coming to you." He snarled.
"Good, fuck me hard you bastard." I screamed and then his dick plunged into my pussy.
"OOOHHHHH GGGGGOOOOODDDDDDDD. " I hollowed. "I have missed that."
"Well you aren't going to miss it tonight." He grunted as he drove all the way into me. "By the time I am done with you, you won't be able to walk for a week."
"God I hope so." I said, pushing back against him, joining his rhythm as he fucked me. The slap of our bodies echoed in the pool room, the water splashed as he pounded into me and I drove back against him. His hands reached around and grabbed my nipples, pulling them sharply.
I groaned in delight and reached back with one hand and rubbed my clit with my wrist as my fingers played with his swaying balls. Trent shuddered at each touch of my hand and he pulled harder on my tits. I could feel my pre-cum dripping on my arm and his lubing my channel as he worked into me.
We were both panting in a matter of seconds. The sexual tension had been building all week and this was our first chance at releasing it. Neither of us was going to last long, but that was okay, we had hours yet.
"I am gonna cum baby." Trent cried.
"Do it, fire it into me." I screamed back. "I need it to put the fire out. Cum for me now." I squeezed his balls and felt him shudder and drive as deep as possible into me. His cock flexed and began spitting ropes of cream deep into me. That triggered my own orgasm and I screamed in delight as I came at the same time.
My load dribbled out of my clit into the pool and Trent held me close as he emptied his balls into me. He lay on top of me and panted for breath as he finished cumming in me and then stood and fell backwards into the pool. I slid bonelessly down the stairs and submerged myself in the clear warm water with him.
I broke the surface and Trent was right beside me, still trying to catch his breath and I snuggled into his arms.
"I missed that." I told him gently.
"Me too, I love you Janie" and he kissed me tenderly before he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom for a repeat performance.
The morning light awoke me and I snuggled deeper into his arms before I opened my eyes and saw his bedroom. I sat up with a start and Trent grunted in his sleep.
"Wake up lazy. It's morning." I told him sharply.
Trent sat up just as quickly. "It can't be."
"Well it is." I told him pointing at the clock and it read eight fifteen.
"We are so busted." He said looking at me.
"Tell me about it. I am going to be grounded for life. Where are my clothes, maybe I can sneak out of here without seeing your parents."
"Not gonna happen." He said morosely. "We left them down at the pool last night. And Mom and Dad always have a swim before seven each day."
"Oh shit." I said softly.
"It is not like they don't know we have been sleeping together. They bought the cruise tickets remember?"
"Yes, but is different than doing it under their own roof." I said.
"Yeah, you have a point." He agreed. "In that case, we might as well just face the music."
"But what am I gonna wear?" I demanded.
Trent sat in thought for a minute and then got out of bed and tossed me one of his dress shirts. It was far too big for me but it covered me. He helped me roll up the sleeves so I could at least see my hands but that was all we could do.
We opened the bedroom door and hanging there was small bag. I peeked in and there were a fresh pair of panties. I showed Trent and we both winced, so much for hiding from Heather and Jason. I slipped them on and we headed downstairs.
Jason and Heather were seated at the kitchen table drinking coffee, the remains of breakfast before each of them. They looked up and smiled brightly as we came into the kitchen.
"Good morning you two," Jason said cheerfully and he pointed to the other side of the table. "Breakfast?"
"Yes please." Trent said looking down at the table.
"Did you sleep well sweetie?" Heather asked me politely.
"Yes thank you." I said softly.
"Is something wrong?" Heather asked and Jason stopped puttering around the kitchen to look concerned at us.
"I'm sorry." I said, still looking at the table.
"Whatever for dear?" Heather replied.
"For spending the night..."
"Darling," Heather laughed. "We have been expecting this. I was surprised that you two were able to wait so long. I was expecting to find you here about two weeks ago. I am sure that Karen was thinking the same thing. Now don't worry about it. Your clothes will be dry about the same time you finish breakfast."
"Western omelets okay?" Jason asked like this was a perfectly normal scene.
"Yes, thank you." Trent said looking somewhat more relaxed.
"I love that just tumbled out of bed look on you dear, but you will need something a little nicer for breakfast," Heather said smiling and taking my hand. "Come with me and we will see if we can fix you up."
She led me back up the stairs and into the bedroom across from Trent's room. She walked over to the closet and pulled it open to revel what looked like a complete wardrobe for me.
'Here you go dear, the clothes are your size, you will find lingerie in the dresser and the bathroom is prepared for you. Why don't you get cleaned up and changed and then we can have breakfast."
"Heather, you..."
"I set this up when we got back from the cruise. Unlike my son and husband, I have been expecting to see you at breakfast, and long before this. You are welcome to spend the night anytime you and Trent chose. If he brings you over and you don't have your car here, just hang that little bag you found on the door back on the handle and I will know."
She stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her, leaving my standing there open mouthed at her generosity. I stripped off Trent's shirt, and hopped into the shower. The bathroom was indeed completely stocked with everything I needed and in a matter of moments I was completely refreshed and ready to dress.
The closet held dresses, skirts, blouses, slacks, shoes, and coats of every possible. The dresser had more lingerie than I would ever need, and one look at them told me that they were all top quality and pure silk. I had not noticed when I dressed in Trent's room, but the pair of panties that Heather left for me were also silk. The feeling of silk sliding up my legs and settling around my hips, cradling my clit was electric. I picked out a white silk blouse and a gray skirt but stayed barefoot and headed back down to breakfast.
That set tone for the rest of the year. I didn't spend every weekend sleeping in his bed, but having sex there or at home was a lot more comfortable than in the car.
Graduation was the usual pomp and circumstance. I graduated with honors and my gown had the gold sash to show it. Trent had decided to go to USC for business and I breathed a great sigh of relief knowing that he was safe.
My dress for the occasion was a simple white summer dress and two inch heels. I was not going to wear too much under that gown. Graduation was held in the stadium of the school on a crystal clear sunny day.
We filed up the stage alphabetically and each person was announced, along with their choice of school, if they had one and whether they had graduated with honors. Kevin was the valedictorian for the occasion and he gave a wonderful speech about hope for the future and the wonderful memories of our time at school, the sadness of leaving and the eagerness of taking on new challenges. Afterwards caps thrown in the air, gowns open and ties removed we made our way out front for the traditional graduation gifts.
Mom and Susan were waiting for me out front and led me over to a new red Volkswagen Passat convertible. I screamed in delight and flung my arms around Mom and hugged her tight.
"You earned it." Mom said hugging me back. "And you will need something a little nicer in LA."
Trent slipped up behind me with his parents and looked at the car.
"Nice ride." He said putting his arm around me. "But mine is still nicer." He oofed as I elbowed him in the ribs.
"Be nice, or I won't take you for a ride in it."
"Yes you will, or I won't share my present with you." He said loftily.
"And what might that be?"
Jason laughed behind him and handed me an envelope.
"Don't worry Janie, he has to share, your name is on it too."
I looked at him confused and he just pointed to the envelope. I opened and a piece of paper slid out into my hand with a key attached. I turned it over and read an address on it in LA.
"Jason..." I started to say.
"Now, it isn't what you think." Heather said with grin. "We have leased a house for you while you are in school. We were going to do this for Trent anyway and since you two seemed to have developed an affinity for sleeping together, it just made sense give you your own key now to save time."
I blushed and looked at the ground for a second as I remembered the first weekend we got caught.
"You got us a house?" I stammered.
"Just for the next fifty years or so." Jason laughed. Heather slapped his arm.
"Only for while you two are in school." She corrected. "It is fully furnished and we have possession now. I know that you will want to make it your own, but you can move in any time. I thought it might be a nice place for you to stay during your photo shoot next week."
"I don't know what to say." I said. "Thank you so much."
"You are more than welcome sweetheart." Jason said hugging me. "I'm just sorry that Trent has to go with me on a business trip that week or he would be with you at the shoot."
"Actually, it is probably better that he is going with you Jason." Mom put in. "I don't think he would like to see his girlfriend being photographed for the rest of the world to drool over."
I looked at Trent and saw the concern in his eyes as it hit him. I was not just going to belong to him anymore. Millions of other guys were going to see me and probably want me. I got a thrill of excitement along with my concern for him.
This was going to be an interesting week. | How I Became a Cheerleader Ch. 13 | [
"transgender",
"crossdressing"
] |
"STUPID BOBBY!" Christine stamped through the woods, completely frustrated.
Yet again had her boyfriend ignored her advances. He had left her alone to go fishing with a friend, also leaving her with quite the interminable itch in her groin. What was the point in going camping as a couple, hoping to be alone and do it like the animals all weekend long, only to turn around and invite a buddy to go fishing? What was the point in having a boyfriend who was less horny than you were?!
"Whatever...," she grumbled to herself. If her boyfriend wouldn't satisfy her, she'd just have to do it herself.
Being up on a mountain was fairly private to begin with, but Christine wanted just a tad bit more, especially to avoid Bobby and his friend. She had heard rumors that there was a hidden waterfall somewhere up here, one that wasn't located on any maps. What better place to masturbate than somewhere people couldn't even find normally? Plus, she could sit at the top with her legs wide open, pretending that the waterfall was caused by her intense arousal...
Christine rubbed the moistening crotch of the khaki shorts. She was already on her way to making that waterfall as it was. Her nipples shone through her tube-top, perking up and wanting some attention as well. Not yet, though. If she got too heated up beforehand, she'd never make it to her destination. Quickly thinking of Bobby's lameness, she managed to subdue her body a bit and plod on.
Swish, swish
"Huh?" Christine stopped, becoming alert. She shrugged. "Bah, probably just a squirrel in the brush. Shoo you stupid nut-guzzler." She blushed a little at how her naughty thoughts seeped into her speech a little
Swish, swish, swish
Rather than running away, the sound was actually come closer through the ferns and trees.
"H-Hello?" Christine was getting a little worried now.
...
"OW!" Christine hopped up and down on one foot, the calf of the other throbbing from a sudden sting.
"What-Wha-wuh...wuh...-" Crash
Her vision turned hazy and her head began swimming until she lost all balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, something caught her so she wasn't injured. Everything was blurry, but she could barely make out a couple of dark, round shapes hovering over her. Some clicking noises echoed between them. Yet, before she could say anything, her world went black. Christine was unconscious.
Christine blinked awake. "What happened?...," her thought finally finished some time later.
She still couldn't see too well, it seemed. There was a faint glow off in the distance, but she couldn't make anything out. It was either nighttime or she was in some building, considering there was no sunlight. Wait, no... She must be in a building. There was no sort of breeze or wind whatsoever. Actually, the air was kind of stuffy and a little hard to breath...
"Click, click, cli-ti-ti-ti-kachick."
Christine recognized the clicking sound from earlier. "Wh-Who's there?!"
There was some movement in the room. She could barely make out the shapes again. However, she wasn't too frightened. The things weren't all that large, maybe about the size of a dog. She could definitely handle something that small, if she needed to. She just listened to their clicking and chittering. It reminded her of the ambient noise you normally hear in a forest, with all the insects and stuff. Maybe she was still in the woods?
"Chick chick!"
The sounds came to an abrupt halt. The things darted towards her and grabbed her arms and legs.
"Hey! Let me go! AHH!" Christine thrashed and screamed, but to no avail.
The hard, smooth things that grappled her felt like vice grips. Despite how she had gauged their size, the things were surprisingly strong. Though, as her heart pumped the adrenaline from her body, the toxins were swept from her mind and her vision began to clear.
"EEK!" Christine's screams rose an octave or two at what she saw.
Bugs! Giant bugs! Their dark brown and red patterned chitinous shells resembled that of ants, except that their heads were nearly as big as hers! They held her with their giant mandibles, digging into her as she fought back, but their legs easily anchored themselves to the soft floor. The whole floor was extremely fluffy and light, some interwoven organic fibers that curled about to round the walls and ceiling. She was in a nest!
"Chick cliki-tik!" One of the insects looked down into the hall, the only entrance to this room.
Christine caught a glimpse of something skitter past the orange-glowing things that pulsated on the walls. It quickly closed the gap, much smaller and much faster than the ant-like creatures. It stood on six spindly legs with a heart-shaped body bobbing up and down in between them. It kind of looked like a Daddy-long-legs.
"Cli-ti-katit!" The bigger bug waggled its antennae towards Christine.
"Voot voot-voo!" A little foot came up and the tiny thing gave a cheerful salute.
Christine's screams and shouts amplified as the mandibles pushed her down, forcing her to lay on her back. She could barely see out of from the corner of her eye as the small insect squatted down, out of her vision. The next moment, it sprung back into view, flying through the air.
"AHHH-mmmph!"
The insect landed over her mouth, muffling her cries. The pointed end of the heart shape fit perfectly over her nose while the rest conformed over her mouth. Christine shivered in fear as she felt the spidery appendages slide over her cheeks and pick about in her hair. She shuddered as she felt a slight pinch as the three legs on one side met the three from the other, with the top of her spine in between. Her lungs instantly stopped exhaling, silencing her altogether.
A second later, her breathing resumed. However, it was at an average pace, no longer affected by the adrenaline and fear that shocked her system. Her nose filled with a sweet aroma, the air fresh and pleasant compared to what she had inhaled before. It was so nice, her eyes started to slow in their frantic observations of the horrid surroundings. The many jaws let go, releasing her. Christine could feel her wrists and ankles ache from the former grip.
In a desperate attempt, she took advantage of her freedom and flailed at her captors!
...
*'Swing! Swing, dammit!,'* she thought to herself. *'Move you fucking limbs!!'*
There was no response. Her heart had also slowed its beating, despite how much she urged herself to fight back. She didn't even feel herself move a finger in her willingness to do something. She could only watch as most of the large ants turned away and exited the room, leaving only one.
"Chititick!"
*'Wait, I'm moving! Yes, yes, get out of here! RUN!,'* Christine could feel her legs and arms begin to swing around, picking herself up from the ground. The process was so slow though... Like her body had become dead weight or something.
*'What?! NO! MOVE!!,'* Her mind despaired as her body stopped responding again. As she came to a rise, she just stood there like some stupid oaf.
Christine's inner-monologue erupted into a torrent of curses and cussing as the lone ant began to walk away. Yes, her body did begin to move towards the exit. Much to her rabid anger, however, it walked at a casual pace, remaining slow such that her captor was always a few steps ahead of her. The damned bug was leading and she was following like some lamb to the slaughter!
The tunnel ahead was slighter darker. Her sneakers had been removed at some point, leaving her sock-covered feet to sink into the fluffy nest material. The stuff was all around, lining everything possible. Even the wormy things that lit the rooms with a soothing orange hue were slightly buried underneath the it, making the light that much softer.
Further and further they went. Christine could only roll her eyes about inside her head, watching as other tunnels broke off from the one they ventured through. Other ant-like creatures skittered about. Many of them carried junk within their mandibles, such as bushels of leaves, fruits, wood, and even rocks. She never got to see where the others went, but she soon grew terrified as their own destination came into view.
The room had a brighter glow, illuminating the surrounding tunnels with dancing shadows. She recognized other large ants from their silhouettes. However, one was particularly large. Just from its shadow, she could tell it took up most of the seemingly huge room. Slurping and clicking echoed from within, synchronized with the wiggling on the walls.
*'What the...'* Christine stared in disgust. If she could move on her own, she would have been shivering in fear.
Suspended from the ceiling, entwined in the nest-stuff, was a massive, bulbous, pulsating beast of a bug. Not only was its primary, ant-like body, head, and torso as large as herself, but its butt, its abdomen, was a giant fleshy bag. It gurgled and squirmed; its skin a pale color and nearly translucent, with little round objects churning about within.
The whole thing was obviously the Queen. But why was it hanging?
Her curiosity and repulsion was immediately shoved aside as her hands began to do something especially shocking. They began to unbutton her khaki shorts. Then they slid to her hips, wedging their fingers into her panties. In one smooth motion, both shorts and underwear were pulled down and her legs stepped out, tossing her decency aside without a second thought. To make matters worse, she was slowly stepping towards the foul Queen.
Christine shut her eyes, not wanting to watch what happened next.
Her body crouched down and walked on all fours. Even with her eyes shut she could hear the gestation above as she crawled underneath the hanging Queen. At a certain point she turned, facing towards its head. And the her own head sunk into the soft bedding, raising her rump into the air.
Christine could imagine what was about to happen as her hands reached past her thighs and pulled her labia wide, but she didn't want to. In her head she cried and screamed and tried to remember other things from her past, desperate to escape the mental world she had been trapped in and the reality she was experiencing. Why oh why was her body allowing all of this to happen?!
Her mind went numb as something poked about her butt. The Queen was moving, shifting about above her as the prodding appendage sought out her sex. Her body did manage to flinch, if only a little, when the thing finally found her vagina, gently wiggling in. Passing thoughts through her head would have left her vomiting, if only her body would have let her. But it didn't matter.
She was soon filled by the stiff rod. It delved deeper until it bumped against her cervix. Her muscles flexed at the intrusion, but, surprisingly, it wasn't as painful as it would normally have been. The needle-like tip slowly opened her cervix, letting the rod slide in smoothly, only an inch or two in diameter. A few seconds later and she jerked.
A round shape passed through the clenching barrier, suddenly forcing her a bit wider. Her cervix snapped shut once it passed. She could feel the small ball roll around within her womb, settling in the cramped space.
She blinked in discomfort as another was injected, joining the former. Followed by another. And another...
Christine felt like she was being stuffed. Her hips twitched a bit at the strange sensations. Her belly began to protrude, getting heavier with each sphere. About a dozen in all, they piled up within her. The rod pulled out, eliciting a shudder, and that was all. It seemed that the worst was over. She wasn't even left in pain, just feeling a little... bloated. She almost considered the sensation of the orbs within moving about as she crawled out somewhat intriguing. Though, her heart quickly sank as her body simply rolled over once it was no longer underneath the Queen, lying upon her back.
She ventured a peek through her eyelids. *'Ugh...,'* her mind was tired of disgust, looking upon the thing that shuffled into the room in a rather neutral way. Why couldn't she just end it all and die...
Another blubbery creature wobbled into the room from a different tunnel. It looked like a caterpillar; giant like all the other bugs. Its many feet rolled like waves across the floor, heading right for her. In preparation, her body spread her legs for its advance. She could easily see her belly poke up from under her shirt, the balls inside shifting with her every movement. Yet, she closed her eyes once more, unable to withstand the vile events.
The caterpillar was nearly as large as Christina and definitely fatter. Its head wandered about between her legs, testing her with its antennae. The tickling almost made her giggle inside, but the wet snout pushing against her mound plummeted her back to her unfortunate reality. She could feel its hot breath sniff her sex, nudging at her clit.
Her mind was repulsed by her body, feeling it react in an inappropriate way. Her heart fluttered as a blush entered her cheeks. The thing nuzzled her more and more, making the clit grow erect and throb. Some slime drooled down and over her ass. The lubricant wasn't from the thing that assaulted her either... The feeling wasn't coming from whatever controlled her and she spited that small voice in her mind that relished the sensations.
The blubbery body soon engulfed most of her own as it felt she was ready. Its snout stopped at her chest, rubbing into the small mounds. The stimulation only aroused her further and, in turn, diverted more of Christine's curses towards herself. However, the mind wasn't fully connected to the body now, and the body had desires of its own.
A small squeak escaped from her mouth. A likewise fatty member plowed into her loins. The phallic girth was very soft, warm, and wet. It was also so large that it quickly filled every inch of her vaginal passage, like some jelly being pumped into her. A similar sensation enveloped her clitoris, sending pleasant thrills up her spine. The pulsing flesh within her own quickly withdrew, only to plunge back in a moment later.
The caterpillar huffed against her bust as it humped her compliant body. It wiggled and bounced, sucking her entire lower half all at once. The creature was so warm and comfortable, it almost felt as though the thing was cuddling with her while it gleefully raped her. Though, it was hard to consider it rape when only her inner monologue was the defiant one, and it no longer had a voice in the matter...
A greater heat started to encompass her body. Her belly shivered erotically as a hot goop splashed within. The creature shook slightly as well, its penis erupting with gouts of cum.
Christine's mind turned to fuzz within moments. The sensation of the stuff spewing back out over her thighs recoiled throughout her body. Her muscles tensed and her nerves sparked. Even her breathing stuttered a bit, despite the steadiness it had throughout the whole ordeal.
As the creature squirmed off of her body, separating from her with thick strands of gunk following behind, Christine loathed herself.
*'Did I just come?...'*
Her mind shut down with fatigue, sending her into a dreamless sleep.
...
...
Christine slowly returned to consciousness. She blinked lazily, remaining unfocused.
*'Was that all a just a bad dream?...'*
She felt her belly growl with hunger. She should really get something to eat.
Something on her face jiggled a little and her mouth opened wide. It began to push something else over her tongue. Her mind cleared and she found herself lying down in the room she had originally awoken to, or one very similar.
*'FUCK! NO!'*
The thing on her face abruptly halted, jerking the other thing out of her mouth.
*'Did it just respond?!'* A sudden elation of hope overcame her. *'C-Can you hear me?'*
"Voo?," The something cooed gently.
*'You can hear me! Please, help me get out of here!'*
"Voo?"
*'Damn...'* It didn't understand her. Like someone who only spoke a foreign language, it could only understand the basic intentions behind her thoughts.
Her stomach groaned again, even louder than before. *'And I feel sooo hungry...'*
With that, the something on her face tried to shove the other thing into her mouth again.
*'No!'* Christine recognized the thing inside her mouth. She had given plenty of blowjobs before. *'EW! DON'T!'*
Again, it pulled back, heeding her rejection.
"Voo?" It sounded slightly confused.
*'Oh god... You don't mean?'* It made sense, in a way, but it was so... wrong! On the other hand, her hunger was far more painful... She gave herself a few moments to meditate on the situation.
*'...Alright. Go ahead. Give it to me.'*
"Voot voo!"
The appendage stretched into her mouth, growing hard with its own blood. Her immobile tongue could feel its distinctively phallic shape. It wasn't as gross as she had expected though. Like a smooth, supple penis, it didn't have any stray hairs or veins. If anything, it was better than any cock she had ever had the pleasure of sucking off before. The phallic appendage also began acting like an actual penis, pumping in and out over her tongue.
*'And?'* Christine knew it wouldn't last long at the rate it was going.
Sure enough, from the tip of the phallus spurted a thick fluid. It came in absurd amounts, sending ounces upon ounces of gooey juice down her gulping throat. The stuff was rather quite tasty and, in her hunger, Christine savored it all as it splashed down into her empty stomach.
Minutes of constant gushing passed and she was starting to feel full. It slowed to a slight drizzle before tapping off against her tongue and receding back into the creature that hugged her face.
*'Thanks...'* She actually felt much better as her stomach finally had something to digest and it was actually a quite pleasant something as well. *'Umm... Can I ask you a question?'*
"Voo-hoo?" The thing was a little out of breath.
*'Are you... Are you the thing that's controlling me?'*
"Voo?"
Christine didn't really expect an answer, especially since she had figured it out for the most part. She thoughtfully sighed to herself. She couldn't get mad at the creature that seemed so innocent and caring. It had kindly fed her and had been supplying her with fresh air, which had a small touch of soothing incense. And what if it hadn't controlled her movements? Would the bugs have had to be more forceful to do what they did? And what they did...
*'Can you let me sit up? I want to look at myself...'*
"Voot!"
Her body gradually gripped into the soft floor, which felt quite comfortable now that she thought about it. She slid up against a wall, taking the sitting position she had wanted. Her rear sunk deeper into the fluff with significantly more weight than before. And she could see why.
*'Ugh...'*
Beyond her tube-top, she could see her belly protrude, taut with her belly-button having popped outward. She looked as though she were a few months pregnant already... There was even some green goop spread across the fibers she had moved over; the trail disappearing between her legs. She didn't need to guess what it was.
*'I feel so dirty...'*
"Voo voot vootoo!"
*'Huh? What? I wasn't asking anything!'*
Whatever the thing meant, Christine could hear clicking approaching from the tunnel several seconds later. Two more ants approached. However, whereas all the others had been dark in color, these were purely white. Their chitinous heads were also larger and their bodies smaller, looking rather disproportionate.
Christine wasn't all that fearful of them. She found some respite in thinking that her feeder, her... friend, had called them over. As they approached, she found her hands working to slip out of her shirt and remove her socks, leaving her completely nude. She noted that her breasts seemed somewhat swollen, her nipples looking especially puffy.
Her attention was drawn away, back to the white ants walking towards her body. One walked up the wall beside her and drooped down over her shoulder. The other started at her feet. Both of them opened up their large mandibles and closed them about her skin.
*'Hehe!'* Christine actually giggled within her head as their mouths tickled her.
Tediously and thoroughly, the ants scoured her body, sanitizing every nook and cranny. The one on the wall brushed through her hair several times, removing all the dirt and grime. Christine couldn't remember how long it had been since her last shower, but their efforts were totally making up for it. Every patch of skin that was covered came out practically glistening, the cleanest she had ever seen herself.
*'Ungh!'*
She quivered as the one at her feet made its way to her crotch. It didn't occur to her until now how warm and tingly she had felt down there. As the white ant explored her nethers, the tingle was quickly growing into an erotic itch.
"Voooo" The friend on her face softly coaxed her on.
With all the care in the world, the ant licked into Christine's sex with some sort of proboscis. The hard shell of its head rubbed against her stiffening clit. Her hand lifted and rested upon the mound, massaging herself in tune to the cleaner's attention. The other ant stepped gently down her body and did the same for her nipples, easily turning them erect and sensitive.
Waves of pleasure washed over Christine. The heaviness of her belly only seemed to amplify the effect, feeling so warm and full. Her lower lips were becoming slathered in her own appreciation, only to be nibbled fresh and dry the next second.
Christine didn't hesitate, letting herself come to climax. Her muscles twitched and tensed again, but this time she enjoyed it. She also enjoyed it the second time orgasm came. And the third... And the...
*'This isn't so bad...'* She would have grinned if she could.
"Voo?"
*'Hey, c-can I give you a name?'*
"Voooo!" The thing sounded happy by her intentions.
*'Alright. You're name will be... Scuba. Self-Contained Underground Breathing Apparatus. Hehe,'* she chuckled to herself. *'Or, if you don't mind, how about "Blowjob" Apparatus?'*
"Voot" It understood her allusion and started to insert its penis back into her mouth.
*'But I'll just call you Scu, for short'*
A week slowly passed.
Every day, multiple times a day, Christine was visited by Liz and Belle, the names she had given the pair of white ants. She could tell they were the same each time, not only by some very subtle differences in their mannerisms and looks, but by the streak of her own slime that one of them had neglected to clean from their head in between a couple sessions.
She actually looked forward to their visits. Every day, her sexual lust grew stronger and stronger. Whenever she sat down in the fluffy stuff or even stood, it became more and more apparent that her labia was swelling. They feelt plump between her legs and ached to be pleasured, which Liz and Belle always succeeded in satiating.
Her lust was proportional to the size of her belly, it seemed. Every day, even every few hours, there was a distinct increase in size. It was quickly growing along with whatever it was that developed within. There was no kicking or squirming, so she concluded that whatever it was wouldn't be a live birth. Or she hoped as much, as her belly soon grew beyond what was natural for a pregnancy that had gone into its tenth month...
Yet, Christine felt strong and healthy. Her arms cradled her great heaviness between her sessions with the two white ants, as Scu took her exploring through the many labyrinthine tunnels. They saw almost all of the inner-workings of the insects' hive. They visited the Queen, this time just to check her out. From this perspective, Christine found the Queen to be much more docile and submissive. Scu even had Christine pet the Queen's face, letting the Queen click back happily. And there was so much more to be seen. There were bugs stockpiling food, bugs digging more tunnels, bugs guiding other bugs, and bugs caring for younger bugs. Most of them didn't have the red patterns that the soldiers that captured her did, and some were pure black in color. They passed by hundreds of bugs and they were only a fraction of the population. It was a massive city and she would have been completely lost if it hadn't been for Scu controlling her body, taking her down the right paths.
Scu would sing to her with his whirring voice as they went on their walks, giving her plenty of exercise. As per Christine's request to accomodate her increasing libido, Scu would constantly thrust his phallic appendage deep into her throat, letting her contently suck it like a child would with a pacifier, though with a bit more naughty intent. Scu even granted her control of her mouth and tongue back. She never threatened to bite him, it wasn't something one would do to a friend. Scu even gave her back control of other parts of her body whenever it was relevant, such as letting her hands explore herself when Liz and Belle attended to her.
But, the day soon came. Christine moaned into Scu's body as she woke up, her sleep having been interrupted by an intense throbbing in her groin. Her belly was gigantic, like everything else down here, though its contents had come to their limit.
*'UNGH!'* Christine felt some labor pains kick in. Her loins kicked in at the opposite side of the spectrum, clouding her mind with nothing but heat.
"Voooo! Voooo!" Scu called out.
Liz and Belle quickly appeared. Christine had already taken up a squatting position, barely balancing her weight over the cushioned nest. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, her breasts heaving to either side of her gut. The nipples were perk and tender, dribbling with some milk. And her hands ground into her sex, which had swollen to greater than both her hands combined, nearly glowing red with the pumping of her blood.
Liz and Belle clicked at each other. Liz stood under Christine's butt while Belle started licking at Christine's throbbing vulva. Within seconds Christine was shuddering with the first of many climaxes.
*'AUUUNNGHH!'*
Christine's vaginal passage dilated immensely, a green sphere already beginning to crown. She continued to cry out in her mind and Scu even had to shift to let her lungs exhale a gust of wind. Her labia flooded with lubricant, her increased libido having strengthened enough to be ready for this moment.
*'AUUUGH!'*
Liz guided the egg as it popped out of Christine, laying it gently into the fibrous bedding. It was slightly larger than a softball, nowhere near large enough to give her the current girth she had. Of course, Belle continued to pleasure the birthing mother and Liz prepared herself for another.
One. Two. Three...
...Nine. Ten. Eleven.
All the eggs that had been implanted came out without a hitch, and with countless orgasms. Christine's body quivered and twitched as she collapsed into the fluff, absolutely numb from her belly down and her mind swimming in a sea of bliss. Her nerves nearly shot, her body turned off to let her recuperate...
Upon waking up this time, Christine was quite eager. Her body felt alive, a large weight having been lifted from her. One by one, her limbs were tested for movement, gradually standing up. It was Scu seeing if she was ready. Christine saw her belly had gone missing. It was hidden beneath her engorged breasts. Scu let her feel it with one of her hands. Perfectly smooth and toned, even better than before she was pregnant.
And then Scu started walking her towards the tunnels.
*'What now, Scu? Time to do it again or something?'*
"Voo..." Scu didn't sound terribly happy.
Anticipation grew within Christine. They were taking tunnels she had never seen. Her ears popped from the pressure differential as they went further and further up. There was even a bright light coming into view, with one of the brown and red soldier ants standing at the end. She had to squint at first, the light being so much brighter than the glow-worms that burrowed through the walls of the cave could provide.
*'Where are we...'* Christine trailed off as her vision adjusted and a constant crashing sound filled her ears.
She gawked with amazement. This tunnel led outside, overlooking a wondrous waterfall. The very same waterfall that had led to this whole predicament. This whole time she had been within the mountain she had camped upon.
Her neck tickled strangely. Scu let go for the first time since he had first latched on. He hopped down from her face, giving her full reign of her body.
Christine grunted and coughed a little before speaking, having been silent for so long. "Wh-What?"
"Clit-ti-chick," the soldier ant motioned down the mountain.
"I... You're setting me free?"
"Cli-chick."
Scu skittered upon its six legs, wobbling a little as his disproportionably large penis withdrew back up into his body, no longer being sucked upon. "Voot voo-too..." It sounded rather lonely.
Christine gazed down the mountain. She could go home now. Was anyone even looking for her? Probably not... That prick Bobby had probably forgotten about her and went home with his friend. He wouldn't even notice she was missing until he found himself actually getting horny without her there to keep the both of them satisfied...
Which reminded her; why was she here to begin with? Hadn't she come in search of this very waterfall in hopes of masturbating in a frenzy? She looked down at herself. Her body was the cleanest it had been in a long time, the healthiest it had been in a long time, and, quite frankly, the horniest it had been in a long time. In fact, her slit throbbed just thinking about what she had gone through the past week. And she had only begun to play with her milky tits...
Christine looked back longingly down the tunnel.
"Voo!" Scu yelped in surprise as hands snatched it up from the ground.
Christine giggled and greeted Scu "I think I can stay another few weeks at your wonderful spa!" She shoved its heart shaped body back over her mouth and nose.
"Voot voo!" Scu cheered. He wrapped his legs about her face. But, this time, he didn't bother to control her body. He merely returned to filtering her air and giving her a little something to suck on.
The soldier ant nodded and motioned for her to follow back into the tunnels. Christine joyfully complied. They walked for quite a while, her ears popping again as they went even deeper into the tunnels than Scu had ever taken her. Christine patted Liz and Belle on their heads as they skittered up to join her, her own personal servants.
They entered a large room, lit up even brighter than the rest for its occupants. Ecstatic moans echoed about, mixed with the calming songs of other Scus. More white ants attended to the many girls that sunk into their soft nests, attending to them as Liz and Belle had attended to Christine. And some of those girls were absolutely huge! With more clutches, they had been injected with more eggs. And with more eggs, well...
Christine was starting to drip just thinking about it.
*'Make that another few* months...'
"Voo!" | The Ant Hill by Xadera | [
"Captivity",
"Impregnation",
"Insect",
"Mind Control",
"Oral",
"Other/Herm",
"Oviposition",
"Pregnancy"
] |
*Opening note – If you have not read chapters 1 & 2, you may wish to. Just to understand how we got here.*
The days that followed were a bitch. They weren't bad, but thoughts of Jane perpetually interrupted my usual routines and my productivity plummeted. Like I'd be sitting ay my desk trying to write out some checks to pay the bills and then find myself staring into space wondering how her nipples would feel on my tongue or fretting that as much as I think I wanted it to happen, I'd get cold feet. Or even worse, that I'd misread Jane.
George wasn't helping either. Instead of oral being part of what we might do, he seemed insistent of giving me a tongue bath daily. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but it did synergize with my musings, and I was just a bundle of nerves by the time I saw Jane again.
Of course, I was further agonized by waiting for us to be alone. And the guilt trip I suffered for wishing my mother and her friends would just leave didn't help either. Nor did the furtive glances Jane was giving me.
With Jane's birthday so close, I'd decided we'd have a little celebration and had served some wine with lunch, followed by cake and coffee. The wine helped my nerves a bit, but just as I was loading the dishwasher and feeling that would be the cue for the others to leave, Jane's cell phone rang.
"It's probably Bill," she said reaching for her purse. "He's in LA doing an installation."
"Hello," she said cheerfully, "Hi honey, how are you?"
Of course, the rest of us fell silent.
"What?" she suddenly exclaimed, "But you were supposed to come home tomorrow!...When?...Tuesday or Wednesday of next week! But George and Lyn are supposed to come for dinner on Saturday!...I know you can't help it….. Look, I'm at her house right now. Could you call me later tonight?...Okay….Love you too. Bye."
Disgusted, Jan threw the phone back into her purse that she then flung to the floor.
"Sorry," she said with a discernable quiver to her voice, "but Bill's installation is a cluster fuck and he won't be back in time for my birthday."
Tears welled in her eyes as a chorus rose to express how sorry we were about it and rivulets left mascara laden streaks on her cheeks.
I quickly fetched a box of tissues for her.
Pulling several from the box and wiping her face, she looked to me and said, "I guess we'll have to postpone the party."
Trying to be conciliatory, I said, "That's okay, there'll be another time."
"No, it's not OKAY!" she shouted in an outburst that reverberated through the room, followed by an awkward silence.
*Woops, I guess that was the wrong thing to say.*
"It's not the first fucking time he's been held up. Last year he was away for our anniversary. And this will be the second time he's missed my goddamned birthday! Sometimes I really hate his fucking job!"
Jane paused to wipe her eyes again, but she couldn't stem their flow.
My mom and her friends' ears were probably burning and they quickly took advantage of momentary lull to excuse themselves from the tense atmosphere. It was probably just as well. I'm sure Jane didn't want them around at this point anyway.
Truthfully, I was relieved that they left too. But I was more concerned about what Jane might blurt out in her agitated state.
While I escorted the others out the door, I could hear Jane's sobs subsiding a bit and closed the door behind them. *Thank goodness. Well at least they're gone, but so's my opportunity to talk to Jane. What I wanted to talk about anyway.*
I sat next to Jane on the sofa. *But not too close, the time's not right.*
"Sorry," she said sadly, "I didn't mean to scare everyone away."
"That's alright," I replied, trying to sooth her. "I certainly understand."
"I know you do, but it still seems so unfair. I mean, Bill told fucking Scott that it was my thirtieth birthday this weekend and that we had special plans and he HAD to be home."
"I never liked him when George worked for him either. To him, everything was about business. Just one cold S.O.B."
"You got that right. But in spite of what Bill had told him, Scott said he had to stay and get the job done and there was no way he would pay for another trip. And now, well all my plans for this weekend are r-r-ruined!"
The tears started flowing again and her torso shook with uncontrollable sobbing.
My heart ached for her, so I leaned over and gave her a hug. Without warning, her arms reached out and clung to me desperately, her face pressed against shoulder. Feeling strangely maternal, I stroked her hair and cooed reassurances that everything would be alright.
Finally, she stopped crying, sat up and dabbed away the last of her tears.
*God she looks a fright. What would my mom do now?*
"How about if I make us some tea?" I asked.
"That'd be nice," came a weak reply.
But just as I started to get up, the door opened and in walked George.
Briefly, time stood still as his eyes flitted between Jane and me.
*Oh shit. I'm not sure what he's thinking, but he looks like the doc just told him the only cure would be castration.*
"I guess I came home at a bad time," he said sheepishly. "Sorry I didn't call first."
"No, I'm the one who's sorry," sniffled Jane, while George just looked more perplexed.
*Come on, girl, Jane's in no condition to explain all this.*
"Well, I'm glad you're home, honey," I started and then walked over to give him a quick hug and a kiss. "You're just in time to help me make tea."
I led him to the stove. While I put the water on, fixed the pot, and got out some cups, I gave George the details of what had happened since Bill's call. By time I had finished, the kettle had boiled, so I put the pot and cups on a tray and brought them to the coffee table.
"That really sucks," said George after contemplating all I'd said, and from his measured reply, I knew his mind was already at work. "Not the tea, but what that prick did to Bill."
Jane had moved on to sulking and sort of grunted her agreement with his assessment, but obviously wasn't feeling talkative, just a melancholy "Thank you," as I passed her a cup.
George sat in one of the chairs opposite the sofa, and although he accepted a cup, he just set it down, leaned forward, looking directly at Jane.
"So I take it you're fed up with Bill's job?" he asked.
Jane merely nodded.
"Have you told him that?"
"More than once," she replied, softly, but bitterly.
"Has he looked for something new?"
"A little."
"And?"
"He's tried, but it's not easy. I mean there just aren't that many jobs around that have the same pay and wouldn't require us to move. We really like where we live and the friends we have," Jane said as she looked at me with a sad smile.
*Well, at least she smiled.*
"What if I told you that I know of a recent opening," George continued, "that wouldn't require you to move? I don't know exactly how much Bill makes, but I can guess, and I think the pay would be in the ballpark."
"Oh god, we'd loved to know about it!" Jane blurted, her eyes brightening. "Where is it?"
"It's with me. You know, at my company."
"Are you sure?" Jane asked somewhat dubiously.
*Time for some back-up.*
"He's serious, Jane," I interrupted. "George has mentioned several times that he needs some help, maybe even a partner."
"I don't know what to say," she replied, but by the way suddenly sat up and looked at George, I knew she was very interested.
"Then just listen," said George. "As Lyn said, I need someone. Things are going real well and it's getting to be too much for me to manage. I've got a lot of new jobs and hired some new people. But if I don't get some help running it, I'll be living at work, and that's something I swore I'd never do again. I've been putting off doing something about it because I don't want to hire just anyone. Bill's one of my best friends and I know what I'd be getting. I wish I'd thought of it sooner."
*I'm sure Jane does too, judging by the way she's hanging on every word.*
"So," he asked, "do you think Bill would be interested?"
"Well, I know that I am," she replied, "and I'm sure he would be too!"
"Great. The next time you talk to him, let him know and if he wants, send me an e-mail or better yet, call me."
"I'll talk to him later today and I bet you hear from him very soon," Jane proclaimed her mood vastly better.
"Okay, but that still leaves one problem. What to do about your birthday."
"I guess we'll just have to postpone it," said Jane, although her disappointment was obvious.
*She's not the only one who's disappointed.*
"Yeah," I said, "but I hate to think of you sitting home all alone on your birthday."
"She doesn't have to." he said.
Jane and I both looked hopefully at George.
"I know it won't be quite the same, but you could come over on Saturday, Jane. We'll have dinner here instead."
"Really?" she asked, feigning innocence. "I don't want to put you guys out. You've already made my day."
*You never did do modesty well.*
"Oh, cut the shit, Jane," I blurted out.
"Sorry, you're right. You know I'd love to."
"Tell you what," said George. "Why don't you come up after lunch and go out with Lyn for a while. Go shopping. Get your nails done, you know, girl stuff. I'll take care of dinner and everything for a proper celebration. Spend the night if you want….You know, so you don't have to worry about what you drink."
*Proper celebration indeed! I know where your mind is…and I'm right behind you. Looks like Jane is too. Funny how we all know what he means, but no one will really come out and say it.*
"A girls' day out, I don't have to cook and I can have whatever I want….to drink. Sign me up!" said Jane enthusiastically.
*Whatever she wants. Mmmm.*
"Okay, why don't you pick me up around one? It's been a long time since we went shopping together," I suggested.
*And if you remember, Jane, the last time we did, I was still Marion the librarian and you bought that trashy lingerie.*
"I know just the place to go," she replied, an evil grin gracing her face.
Not surprisingly, Bill called George that night.
*Jane didn't waste any time on that one! But there's something more, isn't there George? I mean, I heard you two talking. At first it was business, but then Saturday obviously came up. Don't try to tell me you were discussing the dinner menu and what he would ‘serve' Jane. I can see the wheels turning in your head.
But if you're not gonna tell me, what can I do? Just one more butterfly in my stomach. Don't I already have enough anxiety?*
Finally, Saturday arrived. I tried to stick with our usual routine of a leisurely breakfast and reading the paper over a couple of cups of coffee.
*Jesus, George, how can you be so calm? And no, I don't want more coffee. I've got enough nervous energy to power a small town. I'll just straighten up the house a bit.
Yeah, right! I'm acting like the fucking Queen of England's coming over.
Come on you stupid sheets. Get on the bed will you. Never had this much trouble changing them before! And why are you spending so much time on the guest room? Still some doubts, eh?
Lunch? How can you think of eating at a time like this? Okay, you're right. Don't need to get a headache. I don't remember tasting it though.
Thank god! Jane's finally here. Just throw your stuff in the guest room. Let's go.
Ahh, shopping. We'll both get a new dress for tonight. George won't be the only one with a surprise up his sleeve! Ohh, that'll be cool. The same style, but yours in red and mine in black. I can see why you'd pick this one, but I suppose I can live with your superior cleavage. And some new lingerie, yum. I'm gonna have to get one of those I can't believe they're mine bras from Victoria's Secret to do the dress justice. Hot damn, I cant' wait to see the look on his face.
Where'd the time go? We'd better get back home. I wanna shower before dinner and I'm sure you do too. I'll shoo George downstairs while we get dressed so we can make our entrances together.*
Well, George's eyes just about popped out of his head and, if I do say so myself, we looked great. George wasn't so bad either, simple but elegant: a crisp white shirt and black wool gabardine pants.
We sat at one end of the dining table with George at the head, flanked by Jane and me. And wow! Dinner was excellent. Obviously he's put a lot of thought into it – everything went well together, and nothing too heavy. To toast Jane's birthday, we started with some Proseco, accompanied by a smoked salmon starter. The main course of just grilled fish and a salad was washed down with some Pinot Griggio, which I knew was one of Jane's favorites. But for dessert, he surprised us by serving crème brulee instead of any kind of birthday cake and somehow managed to stick a candle in the crystallized caramel for Jane.
"My, that was fantastic! This has been a really wonderful day. Thanks to both of you," said Jane as she raised her glass. "Cheers!"
Glasses clinked and we all drank up. I reached for Jane's present that I left wrapped at the other end of the table.
"Happy Birthday!" I said and handed it to her.
"This day just keeps getting better," she said as she pulled off the ribbons and paper. "Oh my god it's lovely!"
"The moment I saw it, I knew you'd like it."
"It'll be a perfect addition to the collection of angels I put on the mantle every Christmas. Where'd you get it? I've never seen anything like it."
"We got it down at Wheaton Village, you know, at the artist's enclave in the glass works."
"Thank you," Jane said as she stood and sort of trotted around the table to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was a bit awkward with me seated and her leaning over and wrapping her arms around from the side.
*Just like the last hug you gave me, only now your nipple's poking my bare arm, while yours is wrapped across my breasts. Do I feel that way to you?*
"Hey, I drove!" joked George.
*Were we that obvious? How long had she held me?*
"I'm sorry," said Jane as she released me and gave him a quick kiss.
On the lips.
As she seated herself again, a nervous silence fell around the table. Jane and I both fidgeted in our chairs, totally aware of the sexual tension between us, alluded to all day, and now hovering over the table. Neither of us could muster the courage to take such a fateful step. I looked at George with pleading eyes.
*Help me. Help Jane. You're the one in control…. Oh, now I get it. You're enjoying our anxiety. You're a wicked one, George.*
He smiled and then, to my surprise, he said, "I've got a present for Jane too. It's upstairs, but I'll need Lyn to give me a hand. You won't mind if we disappear for a bit, would you Jane?"
*Present? What present? He hadn't told me about that!*
"You're too kind, George," Jane replied. "I've got a little more wine left and how could I mind waiting for another gift?"
With that he stood, took my hand and led me through the kitchen and up the stairs. Upon reaching the bedroom, he closed the door behind us.
"I didn't know you got Jane a present. What is it?"
George didn't answer me immediately. Rather, he seized my upper arms, pulled me to him and sternly locked his eyes on mine.
"You," he said sternly, "Now, take off your clothes."
"But…are you sure?"
"Trust me," he said in soothing reassurance as he released me. "Don't worry. I know more than you think. Thanks to Bill."
*Somehow, that's not a surprise.*
I slid my dress past my shoulders, over my tits and gravity did the rest.
"Very nice. Did you get those today?"
"Yes, sir."
He kissed me deeply while his hands slid down my back and cupped my ass, sneaking his hands inside the black lace. Breaking off, he continued forward over my cunt and up to my breasts, flicking my nubs through the silky black fabric. My knees nearly buckled as a tingling followed his fingers and then lingered maddeningly between my hips as he stepped back, his gaze now caressing me.
"I must say that both of you looked ravishing tonight…..So ravished you will be."
I tried to embrace him once more, but was rebuffed by hands firmly placed on my shoulders.
"Patience." The authoritative tone returned. "Lose the underwear."
As I reached for the clasp of my bra, George moved beside the bed, flung back the covers past its foot and pulled out the restraints from underneath it.
*He's going to tie me down! He wasn't kidding when he said, "Patience." Unhook, damn it! Mmmm…*
"Stop that!" he barked. Charging behind me, he pulled the bra down my arms and yanked my panties to my knees, swatting each cheek. "I didn't say you could touch yourself."
"Sorry, sir."
"Now take of those panties and get on the bed, face up."
*Okay, okay. But the sting is only making the ache in my cunt worse…Shit! I wonder if Jane heard any of this…Stop trembling girl, it'll be alright, but I haven't been this nervous since Thatday.*
"You are beautiful," George said reassuringly as his fingertips teasingly caressed my nipples with the faintest touch. "I know Jane will like it too."
"I hope so," I replied in a tremble. God, I hope so.
*He's getting undressed too? Aren't you going a bit fast? Oh, your cock's swelling already. That explains a lot.*
He pulled the black silk robe from the closet. The one I had given him for his birthday and had ‘Sir' embroidered in blood red script at the left side of the chest and was generally reserved for my spankings.
*Damn, I guess we're in it now, Jane!*
As he tied the robe, walked back towards the bed and sat next to me, he must have read the anxiety on my face.
"Don't be afraid, my love. Trust me. You do trust me, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," I squeaked.
*I know I do, but it's still not stopping the thumping in my chest…nor the desperate longing that's flittering inside me… Oh, a blindfold too?*
I tried to speak, but a finger delicately sealed my lips in the darkness.
"Shhh." And then a soft whisper, "Patience. All will be revealed soon enough. For now, be silent."
*Okay, I'll go along, but I've got a nagging suspicion you'll torture me with anticipation. Won't be the first time for that, now will it?*
I felt him rise from the bed.
*What the…? Clickety, clickety… A keyboard? I'd seen his laptop in its customary place on the small desk on the far side of the room when we'd entered, but hadn't given it much thought. What the hell is he up to?*
"George?"
"I will not repeat myself again. Silence!"
*More clicks… Now so quiet…Is he still here? George? Where are you damn it?*
I'm jolted by a whisper, so proximate I could feel his breath on my ear. Flinching, my limbs jerked on the bonds.
"Enjoy the show," he said and, pausing slightly, "Don't go anywhere."
*Oh, ha-ha, George. Enjoy the show? What show? I can't see a blessed thing! But, I'm certain he's left the room – there's that one spot in the hallway that creaks when you step on it.
Waiting…waiting.*
Suddenly, I heard Jane gasp.
*That's funny. I didn't hear anyone come back upstairs.*
"Surprised?" said George, but he sounded a little strange "You shouldn't be."
*There is no one here! The voices are all coming from the lap top. That fucking bit-head has wired the dining room so I can hear what's going on! Oh, you're a wicked one, George.*
"You know that Bill told me the instructions he gave you," he continued.
"I know, but I…you…where's Lyn?"
"Upstairs, but she's kinda tied up at the moment, and there are a few, umm, preliminaries. I have my instructions too, but just so we're clear, what did he tell you?"
*Very funny, George. Preliminaries? What did she just say?*
"Speak up!" commanded George.
*Thank you.*
"If I'm a good girl," Jane submissively replied, "I'll get what I want for my birthday."
*Me?*
"That's right," said George, "so are you going to be a good?"
"Yes."
"Excellent. Now, come here and stand before me."
*I know that tone. Soft, but strong, almost evil, yet irresistible.*
"Raise your dress….such lovely panties…but you don't need them. Take them off…Spread your legs more!...Yes, I would say you're ready."
Jane sighed.
"Very wet and you're clit's begging for attention. Isn't it?"
"Yesss," Jane replied in a high pitched plea.
*And so is mine.*
"But you'll have to wait. Bill asked me to administer your birthday spanking. So, get yourself over my knees."
"No, no," he continued, "Raise your dress…..That's a good girl….Such a lovely soft ass."
*Come on George, stop teasing. Can't you hear her whimpers, begging you?*
Smack!
*Finally!*
My butt cheeks clenched empathetically with each blow that George administered in an agonizingly slow and erratic pace, each strike summoning a sharp squealing whimper from Jane that landed as teasing pinpricks on my clit.
*What I wouldn't give for a free hand right now!*
"Ohh!" Jane suddenly exclaimed.
"You like being fingered when you're spanked, don't you?" hissed George.
*This is so unfair! Why do I have to be the one left here alone?*
"Yes. Don't stop!"
"You-won't-tell-me-what-to-do!" he countered, as a harsh slap accompanied each word.
*Yes! Get her ass red! Make the bitch squeal.*
"Please, please, make me come!" she begged.
"Not now, you've got something else to do."
*That's right, if I can't, neither should she.*
"Anything."
"And you will," he replied diabolically, "but you've made my cock hard and I understand you've got incredible oral skills. On your knees, slut!"
*No, no, no! Come upstairs.*
"And to make sure you do it right, let's tie your hands behind your back. My sash should do nicely."
*Really playing it up for me, aren't you?*
"Oh my god," she gasped, "Look how big you are."
"You made it that way, now suck it! And, if you do a good job I'll play with your tits."
*But what about me? I'd gladly suck your cock, if it meant someone would touch me! From her slurping and their joint moaning, she must be pleasing him. That's it, live it up you two. Bitch. Bastard.*
Unexpectedly, I heard Jane pleading, "Please touch my tits some more."
"Not until you take all of my cock."
"I can't. You're bigger than Bill."
*George? Big? How was I to know? Jane had much more…umm…varied experience than me. There had only ever been Tom before, and I just figured he was small. So, Miss I-Can-Deepthroat-and-You-Can't has met her match!*
"Well you're gonna try!"
The sounds of sloppy sucking and gagging were perversely intoxicating as I wondered if Jane experienced the same thrill I did from the power George was exerting, certain that he was firmly grasping her hair and roughly probing her limits. His familiar grunts left no doubt that he was enjoying himself.
"Do you want my cum?" he roared.
Between gasps of air, Jane shouted, "Yes….goddammit…choke me with your cum!"
*Greedy little bitch…not that I blame her.*
His growls of release and Jane's hawking made me jealous and as my pelvis pointlessly gyrated in search of relief, my essence trickled down to my ass, only to emphasize the longing emptiness that echoed deeply within my hips.
*Come on Jane, stop slurping on him and get your ass up here! He's not gonna get hard again that fast!*
Following a wet ‘pop,' I heard Jane sigh and all George could muster was "Wow!"
"Can we go see Lyn now?" she asked. "I bet she's wondering what we've been up to."
"No doubt," he replied through a weakly disguised chuckle.
"What's so fucking funny?"
"Nothing for you to worry about. Don't you want your present?"
"Oh yes! But can you untie me first?"
"Not quite yet. Let's go."
*Finally…The creak in the hallway…they're here! I hope she likes what she sees. Damn! I wish I could see her face.*
"Isn't she beautiful?" George asked.
"More than that," she said, "She looks de-li-cious."
"Wait here," he said and then suddenly my eyes were blinded by the incredibly bright room, as a whisper instructed me to remain silent.
*Why the fuck have you got every light in the room on? No matter.*
A few blinks later, my eyes had adjusted. I spied Jane, still flushed from her tryst downstairs, standing at the foot of the bed, breasts thrust out provocatively by her bound arms, eyeing me lustfully, scanning my body, but lingering on my hairless cunt, while George, barely still in his robe, leered in unison over her shoulder.
*Yes, look at me! Do you see how wet I am? Here, let me raise my hips to you. Is it just me or are my lips opening for you?*
The spell was broken when George said, "Seems you're overdressed, Jane," as he slid her dress down her shoulders, slowly exposing her large breasts, barely contained in the lacy red bra.
*Magnificent, but I want to see more.*
Her eyes fluttered as he cupped each breast, slid his hands together to release the clasp and gradually exposed them to me.
"Aren't they beautiful?" asked George as his fingers lightly flicked her luscious pink nipples that swelled in response.
I could only swallow dryly and nod in response, mesmerized by Jane's wanton exhibition, her eyes proudly encouraging my lustful inspection.
Jane swooned into him as his fingers tauntingly pulled her large nipples towards me, her head tipping back while another short, squealing whimper escaped her lips.
*Such a divinely submissive sound!*
Upon his sudden release, Jane staggered slightly, backing into him to maintain her balance. George's hands slid in from view momentarily.
*A flash of gold? A nipple chain! Ooo, lovely, and, my god, can they get any more swollen? I would think that hurts, but she's loving it! Especially when he's pulling on it, slowly moving her tits in circles.
Yes, finally, he's releasing her arms and stripping her. What did he whisper in her ear?*
Bracing himself and leaning Jane backwards, he circled her wrists in his hands. Jane's eyes locked on mine and guided them down to her neatly trimmed golden brown pubes as four hands crept in, spreading her to reveal the pink, shining core.
*Damn, I don't know who's wetter, her or me? And when did my hips start their circular dance again? Watch out! Her legs are shaking so badly she'll fall!*
Sensing her predicament, he gently pushed her forward so she could catch herself on the foot of the bed with a shuddering sigh, tits swaying with the gold adornment glimmering between them, hypnotically staring at the junction of my thighs.
George then knelt on the bed, straddling my shin.
*Getting hard again already, I see. Had Jane felt that between her cheeks? No doubt. Nor any of what he must have been thinking.*
Using the chain as a leash, George brought Jane crawling up to me, halting with her knees to the left of my waist, one hand just above each shoulder.
My chest heaved upwards and I raggedly gasped as he briefly teased my left nipple with the slackened chain.
*It's only cool, but so long deprived, it's like ice. So good it almost hurts. Yes George, bring her face closer… your essence still on her breath…lips tentatively parting…eyes closing…so soft…tongues timidly introduce themselves…growing bolder…now aggressively entwined…I want…
No! Don't go! He's retaken the chain, guiding her downwards. Tongue flicking…nipple hardening…taking more…now sucking…harder, pleeease…ahhh…a second tongue…licking…biting…sliding across…joining…embracing around and over me… dancing with the other. Too soon, the number ends.*
I feel Jane repositioning herself on my left; my eyes open to see she turning around, her broad ass facing me and I follow its cleft past the brown crinkle to the her prominent tumescent lips, framed by matted curls, darkened by her moisture. I tried to reach for her, only to be cruelly reminded that I could not.
Turning my head, I find George kneeling, raptly watching Jane's southward progress.
*No help there!
Tee-hee, the chain tickles a bit, but, oh, her tits are so warm, the metal a sharp contrast to her softness.
Tender hands slide under my thighs…fingernails claw for purchase on my lips…spreading me…her breath, at first warm, then chilling…at last, a tongue lovingly traces my slit repeatedly…infuriatingly…do I taste good to you?*
The answer was sharp and sudden as her mouth sucked in my lips and her tongue attacked my clit.
"Yes! Oh god, yes! Eat me Jane!"
*Aieeah! Not literally! Your pinching!*
"Tooo much," I wailed in painful ecstasy, as all my muscles seemed to constrict at once and my hips tried to turn away from her furious onslaught. "No more….. pleeeease!"
*They're not listening. She's just sinking her claws into my ass and pressing tighter…No, George, not my nipples. I can't take anyMOOOORE!*
After that, I kinda lost track. I just remember thrashing helplessly against my bonds with my eyes slammed shut.
*And wailing something incomprehensible about Jane, or ‘profanely speaking in tongues' as George later described it.*
Whatever. I finally did open my eyes to find George and Jane kneeling on either side of me. And although I was panting with sporadic twitches tormenting my body, they were obviously not sated. With him, the need was obvious. With Jane it was only subtly revealed in her lust filled eyes, as the sheen on her lips, chin and nose reminded me of the excruciating pleasure she'd just given.
*And as soon as I get my strength back, you'll get yours.*
"It doesn't look like she'll attack, so I believe we can release her now," deadpanned George.
*Very funny, mister.*
But, desperate for freedom, I didn't to rise to the bait, merely flexed my limbs as each was removed from its bonds. They even took momentary pity on me, messaging my weary muscles.
But once my breathing was normal, he said, "You know Jane hasn't cum yet," as he guided her to kneel over my tummy, "and she's waited long enough."
As he removed the chain, the familiar whimpering returned while the rocking of her hips rubbed her sodden cunt on my tummy.
*That kinda tickles, but also reminded of her earlier exhibitionism. And those tits. Come here…Feed me…Hmm, a little salty rubbery nub on my tongue…give me more…I can even feel the tiny bumps on her areola…just made for sucking…no wonder guys love tits…yes, whimper for me, Jane.
What're you doing with my hands Jane? Mmm, your ass feels so smooth…soft…squeezable…and your cunt is so wet…there's your little nub…gotta taste it.
Help me…that's it…lemme slide under you…Hmmm…not that different than when I've tasted myself on George, but wha?t… stronger?… muskier? Definitely not unpleasant …now I understand why he likes me bald…but no biggie… just get yourself off on my tongue.
And play with your tits too? Gladly. Pinch them. Sure, whatever you want…anything to hear you squeal a little more.
What the..? Sit back on my face Jane! You're so close.*
"No!" said Jane crying in supplication.
I'd been so engrossed with Jane's cunt, I hadn't noticed that George had risen up on his knees, and looking up I saw that his left hand was full of hair at the crown of her head, her face pointed to the ceiling. She'd had to follow.
Smack.
She flinched as the hard blow landed on her ass. I was equally shocked.
*What game is this, George? He glanced quickly at me and mouthed, ‘Trust me.' Okay, I won't interfere…for now.*
"You're not cumming without me!" he hissed as her turned her head to face him, her hair still tightly clenched in his fist.
"Please?"
"Please what?"
"Please, George, let me cum. I'll be a good slut. I'll suck you or fuck you. Just let me cum!" she pleaded.
*I suspect that's not the first time you've said that, Jane.*
She moaned as I saw his free hand disappear behind her ass. Fingers reached up to her clit and through her sopping slit, and as it disappeared from my view, her legs tensed further.
"And you know where I'm going to fuck you, don't you, Jane?"
"My ass? But you're too big."
"Nonsense!" he countered, forcing her to look at me. "You know full well that Lyn's taken it many times. Haven't you, Lyn.?"
I was enjoying the play so much that his words didn't register immediately, but eventually I filled my role, "Yes, sir."
His fingers returned to her cunt. "So do you want to come, Jane?"
She hesitated. Pleading eyes met mine, but her hips had already made the decision.
"It will be all right, Jane….I'll help," I reassured her, although I didn't really have a clue how I could.
George smiled approvingly; then jerked her head to face him again.
"Do you? It's you last chance, and there'll be no backing down," he asked once more, as he roughly fingered her clit in unison to her gyrations.
"Y-yes," she replied, in a stammering moan.
George leapt off the bed and Jane sank back down on my face, sighing as my tongue immediately went back to work. He wheeled at the sound.
"If Jane cums, I'll turn both your asses red!"
*I could take that as a challenge…almost.*
I heard the nightstand drawer open.
*At least he's getting the lube.*
"Jane, get your ass over here!"
Slowly, she rose, my mouth following as far as my neck would allow, and then knelt at the edge of the bed before him, head bowed.
*Damn, she really is submissive! I guess he knows what he's doing.*
It was only then that I saw he held not only the lube, but also our vibe.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," he instructed Jane, then pushed, forcing her to lie back, her legs dangling from the edge and switching the vibe on low, teased her nipples.
"Lyn, bind her arms."
It took a few moments to lengthen the straps, but Jane willingly surrendered her wrists to the tethers.
*Such a good girl, you deserve a kiss.*
As out tongues played, Janes squealed into my mouth and I turned to find he had pressed the vibe directly on her clit.
"I thought that would get your attention," he said, grinning, and summarily pulled the vibe away.
"Take this," he said to me, extending the hand holding the vibe, "but remember, she's not to cum until I do."
He lifted Jane's ankles and pushed her knees to her chest.
Laying beside her, I cooed in her ear, "Relax, Jane. I've done this, so can you."
To that end, I suckled on the nipple nearest me. She sighed and exhaled deeply, followed by a sharp intake, as a slick finger penetrated her ass. I brought the vibe to her cunt, letting is rest between her slick petals. Another moan, and he pressed deeper, but Jane didn't tense nearly as much.
Realizing I needed to coordinate my efforts with George, I got to my knees at her hips, rubbing the vibe on her, coaxing a motion to her hips.
*More lube, a second finger. So far so good. That's it! Concentrate on the vibe. At least he's letting her adjust slowly…but the moment has come. Be as gentle as you can, George.*
And he was. At first just resting the head of his cock against her asshole, then slowly moving it in unison to Jane's riding of the vibe. Gradually his pressure increased.
"Eeeeee!" she squealed as his head popped in.
Jane pulled on the restraints in a useless effort to escape, and, seizing a thigh in each hand, he refused to retreat, but at least stopped his advance, while I briefly stroked her hair and cooed reassurances.
*That's it Jane. I know you've done this before. The worst is over. Breathe…relax…Shit, why do I feel like some kind of demented midwife?…But…it's working…she's responding to the vibe again.*
George took advantage of her slow reciprocation, patiently worming in deeper. As Jane's contrasting sentiments were evidenced by a series of sighs and gasps, he finally penetrated her completely and once again let her adjust.
Jane loosed a long sigh of accomplishment as she felt his hips against her ass, and shortly, the tempo of her motion increased. Passion replaced her previously contorted countenance, and I synchronized the vibe's movement with hers.
Much to my surprise, she raised her head long enough to look directly at him and challenged, "So are you gonna fuck me or what?"
Well, you didn't need to hit him over the head twice to get his attention.
Initially, he slowly pumped her ass with long deliberate strokes.
*Damn, I know how intense that is, but I can't just sit here and watch. Ahh..that's better*
"Oh, god!" she wailed.
"You like my cock in your ass, don't you Jane?"
She'd obviously adjusted to him and launched into a tirade, "Yes! Fuck me, George! Fuck my ass with that big cock!"
He gave of all pretence of tenderness and pounded into her, while the deep rumble emanating from his chest signaled his approaching climax.
"Come with me Jane!" I cried, as I pressed and held the vibe directly on her clit and vigorously fingered my own.
The room filled with the vocalizations of our orgasms – a bizarre cacophony of grunts, sighs and high pitched squeals, which gradually subsided into chorus of contented deep breathing that slowly dissipated.
"Wow!" George said, as he collapsed along Jane's opposite side.
"Wow, indeed," I agreed, mirroring his position.
Jane wiggled and said, "Wow or not, could you untie me?"
"Sure," he replied. "Sorry, I was in another world."
"Thanks," she said, crossing her arms over her chest and massaging her shoulders. "For everything."
George resumed his position next to her, "Believe me, you're very welcome. Was your birthday everything you wanted?"
"Yeah." She said softly, with just a hint of reservation.
"You're sure?" I asked, somewhat perplexed by her tone.
"Well, almost."
"Oh?" I asked.
*What else could you possibly want?*
"Well, you know, Bill should have been with us. I mean, that was my original plan."
"Oh, but I was!"
What the fuck? That was definitely Bill's voice, but it came from George's laptop.
Jane and I looked at each other in total disbelief, then at George, grinning stupidly and a bit red-faced.
"You mean, I….we…" I spluttered, unsure of whether I was embarrassed or pissed off.
*But somebody's got a lot of explaining to do.*
"Don't get mad at George," said Bill. "It was as much my idea as his. I didn't want Jane's birthday to pass without a celebration, but I couldn't let it happen without me, either. George and I conspired a little and we decided he could rig some microphones and web cams so I could be there, so to speak. And it looked to me like you all had a good time. So, did you have a happy birthday Jane?"
*Oh, so this never would have happened without…and that ‘enjoy the show' comment wasn't just for me, was it?*
"As if you didn't know already!" said Jane, smiling.
*She's certainly happy. And me? Well, no one ever died of embarrassment, so I guess I'll live.*
"How about you, honey?" she asked.
"Well, let's just say I needed some tissues," Bill replied, barely audible.
*Good. Someone else's turn to be embarrassed.*
"But next time, I ain't watchin'"
*Author's Note:
I hope you have enjoyed this series, which I may continue, if there's still interest.
As always, you comments, votes and feedback are greatly appreciated.* | Beneficially HIS Ch. 03 | [
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While getting settled into my new office, the man from Human Resources came over to congratulate me on the promotion, along with offering me a friendly handshake. It was the moment my life changed forever.
"It's nice to see some fresh faces in charge," the man said. "I've heard great things about you. And I also saw that Sandra was recently hired back and will work for you. What a treat."
There was a sly grin on the man's face and I didn't know how to respond. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought this asshole made a suggestive remark about my mother, not knowing that I'm Sandra's son.
Let me explain: My mother spent her entire adult life working as a paralegal for different firms and companies. She paid for my education and pulled a lot of strings to get me this job. After a few years of working here, I got promoted to a managerial position.
Mom had been working in a different department, until sadly, that department was closed a few months ago. As fate should have it, they rehired her in my department.
And she'd be working under me.
We agreed to keep our mother/son relationship a secret. The last thing we needed was to be on the receiving end of jokes because I've become my mother's boss. Only now, it seemed like I was getting a little too much information.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I've heard that Sandra is a hard worker."
He kept grinning, "Oh yeah. She's a hard worker. She's also smart, funny, and a great cocksucker."
"Very funny," I replied. "Are you trying to get me to flirt with her?"
He smiled and turned to walk away. "That's up to you. But when she's under your desk, sucking you off, just remember this conversation."
"Wait," I replied, stopping him. "Are you serious? I mean, that still goes on in the workplace these days?"
"It's not against the rules if no one knows. Catch my drift?"
"And you've seen this happen with her? Or is it something you've heard?"
"Both, actually," he said. "I'm friends with her previous boss. Once in a while, I've caught glimpses of Sandra on her knees. I've heard positive things. Who knows, maybe if you play your cards right, she'll be your office slut, too."
"Yeah, I guess so."
If only he knew...
My head was spinning the next morning as my mother prepared for the first day as my paralegal. All I could think about was the man from Human resources, was he serious, or making a joke? Did my prim and proper mother do that in the office? Worst of all, was she doing that while previously married to dad?
"How exciting," mom said, striking different poses for me. "What do you think of my new outfit?"
She kept modeling different poses while standing in front of her bedroom mirror. As usual, her outfit was both classy and sexy at the same time. It hugged her body and showed off her curves where they needed to be shown.
"You look amazing," I replied.
"I know. I'm warming up to the idea of us working together. A lot of my friends say their kids move out and they rarely hear from them again. So I think it's great that we can spend so much time together."
"Yeah, well it's going to be an interesting day," I replied with a forced smile. "It hasn't fully sunk in yet, to be honest."
She winked. "Give it time. And you better not abuse your powers, either. Believe me, you might be my new boss in the workplace, but I'll always be the boss at home."
"You're right."
"What's the matter?" she asked, seeing through my discomfort. "Are you having second thoughts about this?"
"No, it's not that. It's just, never mind, it's nothing."
She put her hands on her hips. "Tell me, what is it?"
I took a deep breath. "Fine, do you know a guy named Dave from Human Resources?"
"Sure I do. Why?"
"He doesn't know that I'm your son, so he started telling me personal things. You know, about you and the previous boss."
Mom froze for a few seconds. There was no mistaking it, she knew what I was talking about. She could tell from the tone of my voice that it was serious.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "That fucking jerk. I can't believe this."
"So it's true then?"
She paused for a moment. "I'm not a whore. Please don't think of me as one."
"I never said you were."
"No, but you're thinking it. I'm a grown woman. What I do in private is nobody's business. As far as I'm concerned, you have no right to judge me."
I took a few steps forward and put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
"I'm not judging you, mom. It caught me off guard and I couldn't stop thinking about it. That's all."
"Fair enough," she replied, calming herself down. "I'm a hardworking woman and I've earned everything I have in life. I didn't sleep my way to career advancement."
"Of course," I replied. "But I have to ask, did the relationship you had with your previous boss happen while you were with dad?"
A look of shock came over her face. "God, no. I've never cheated on your father, and this has nothing to do with the divorce. It was a short fling while I was single."
"I'm glad. That bothered me more than anything."
She nodded. "Sorry I overreacted. We should clear the air, since we'll be working together. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure."
"The relationship with my ex-boss began when I was single. I was busy with my personal life and career. I worked long hours and we developed a mutual attraction. I have a thing for authoritarian figures. It's my only weakness. There, now you can stop wondering what that was all about."
Her tone suggested the conversation was over. Although she tried to be a proud mother, holding her head high and fighting off any sense of embarrassment, I saw her cheeks blush. There was shame on her part.
A few hours later, I was sitting behind the desk of my office. I was getting the hang of my new job and things settled with mom. Deep down, I knew it wasn't over. Mom was a prideful woman and she needed to be seen in a positive light.
There was a knock on my door. In typical mom-fashion, she opened the door before I could answer, and she entered with a smile.
"Hi boss," she said, walking towards me. "Can I get you coffee or something? I can't stand the thought of you being overworked sitting behind that cozy desk of yours."
"Your sarcasm is much appreciated. Don't you know it's bad practice to be condescending to your workplace superior?"
She sat on my desk, facing me. "I guess not. I'm having lunch with a few of my old colleagues from other departments. My lunch break will be a little longer than it should. It won't happen again; I promise."
"I knew you'd take advantage."
"Oh, relax. It's only an extra thirty minutes. Besides, I'm one of the most experienced paralegals around here, so I can get things done fast."
"I'm sure you can, but you should expect to be treated like a typical employee."
I realized my bad choice of words, given all that she had confessed.
Her eyebrows raised. "That's quite a revelation."
"You know what I meant. All I'm saying is that..."
She interjected, "Did you want to be treated like my old boss? Because that's what your comment sounded like."
"Has anyone seen Sandra?" a voice said in the background.
"Your friend is looking for you," I said. "Go ahead and take a longer lunch break. When you come back, I expect your work to be finished by the end of the day."
She smiled and turned to leave. "I knew you'd see things my way."
After an awkward car ride home, my mother and I had dinner together that evening. None of us mentioned the innuendo filled discussion we had early in the day, but it was still in the air.
"Picking up pizza was a great choice," she said, breaking the silence at the dinner table.
"I know, right?"
She licked her lips. "We should make this our weekly thing. How about every Friday?"
"That's a plan. I'll pay."
"A generous manager," she said. "Speaking of which, I'm sorry for getting too playful with you earlier. I got carried away in your office."
"Don't worry about it. To be honest, it was kind of funny hearing you talk like that."
"You liked it then?" she teased.
"Not this again."
"I'm partly serious. I wondered if you like mom-play because you're my boss now. There's no shame in liking certain things."
"Was that a vibe you got today?"
"Yes."
"No comment," I replied with a smile.
She shrugged. "I've been extremely honest with you lately, so you can be honest with me. Have you thought about it? The mom/son aspect of our office relationship."
"I'll answer your question on one condition," I said.
Her eyebrow rose. "And what condition would that be?"
"Tell me how submissive you were with your previous boss."
She kept a straight face. "Very."
"Any examples? You don't have to answer."
"Sometimes I went pantyless to work. He would call me into his office, have me sit on his desk, then lift my skirt to see how I felt. That usually ended with me having to wipe his desk clean. In addition to giving him oral sex, he would sometimes screw me in the supply room. And finally, if we worked overtime together, he'd insist that I strip down and do my paralegal duties naked. There have been several instances where the custodian got a nice show."
"That was more than I was expecting to hear," I replied, stunned by my mom's admissions.
She shrugged, "You asked for it. Now it's your turn. Have you thought about mom-play since becoming my boss?"
"Yeah, I have, kind of. I mean, it's a common thing people look at nowadays."
"Meaning online porn?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, I guess."
"What's your favorite category of incest?"
Hearing my mother use the word 'incest' during a dinner conversation was unnerving, but it's a new chapter in our relationship. She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward, showing her interest.
"Do we really need to go there?" I asked.
"After everything I've told you? I think it's fair."
"I've always thought that father/daughter stuff was kinda hot, where the daughter teases her dad and he feels helpless because of his natural urges. I also think mother/son stuff is kind of fun."
"Mother/son stuff?" she said with a grin. "Oh my. I had no idea you felt that way. Have you ever thought about me?"
"I should have known this was a trap. This is your way of embarrassing me for being your boss, isn't it? I knew it."
She laughed, "Relax. Believe it or not, I like that you're my new boss. We get to spend more time together. And thinking about your mother is nothing to be ashamed of. Like you said, this kind of thing is more common than people realize."
It was late the next afternoon when my mother knocked on my office door, carrying some documents in a folder. She looked gorgeous as always. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection, and so was her professional attire. But unlike yesterday, instead of wearing pants, she wore a knee-length office skirt with stockings on her legs which could grab any man's attention.
"Good afternoon," she said with grace. "I have the briefing you wanted, complete with detailed information and research I added on my own."
"And that's why you're the most dedicated and valuable person in this division. I'll be sure to recommend a pay raise once evaluations come."
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. And speaking of dedication, you look exhausted. Don't let the pressure of a new job get to you. It's always good to have a break. Trust me on that."
"Thank you, I appreciate the advice."
She walked over to me and leaned her butt against my desk. Her face showed a touch of excitement and her skirt rode up. I was in anticipation of where this was headed.
"You glanced at my legs this morning," she said. "I don't think that's ever happened before. Did you see anything you like? Or did you remember what I said about wearing a skirt for my ex-boss?"
I gulped and replied, "Both maybe. What you did for your previous boss crossed my mind when I saw you were wearing a skirt. You have great legs."
She reached down to pinch the hem of her skirt and she raised them, revealing the flesh of her thighs and the top of her garter.
"I'm glad you think so. When I got dressed this morning, I realized that I never answered your question about if I had any incest fantasies of my own. Maybe this will give you an idea."
She pulled her skirt further to reveal the bottom end of her bare vagina. No panties. My heart pounded at the sight of my mother's brown labia. She pulled even further to expose her clean shaven crotch. If things weren't hot enough, she sat on my desk and spread her legs apart, putting her dripping wet pink flesh on full display for my viewing pleasure.
"Oh..." I gasped with my eyes glued to her womanly parts. "I'm guessing you like mother/son fantasies. You're soaking wet."
She nodded. "Yes, among other things, I enjoy a good mother/son story every now and then. And if you're wondering why I'm doing this, it's because I can't stand the thought of my son being overworked and overstressed. Have a good day, boss."
I was snapped out of my trance when my mother yanked her skirt down and walked away. Just as she was about to leave my office, she gave me a wink and another reminder not to stress out.
A few hours later, my mother and I were in the car, heading home. To say things were more awkward than yesterday was an understatement. I had a close encounter with my mother's pussy, and to make matters worse, her skirt was hiked as I drove.
"You're tense," she said.
"I'm sure you know why."
"Men always lose their minds at the sight of a woman's vagina, even if it's the one they came from."
I tried not to, but I couldn't help but laugh.
"Very funny," I replied. "But seriously, that was the best part of my week. All the stress I had from this promotion left my body and I felt like a new man."
"In other words, you went to the bathroom and masturbated, didn't you?"
"No comment on that."
"I don't mind you getting off to my private area. You being happy is all that matters. Just don't expect that to be a common occurrence. Like I've said before, you may be the boss at work, but don't forget who calls the shots at home."
"Actually, that might not be the case anymore," I replied. "If I'm not mistaken, I'll be bringing home a bigger check than you. That makes me the man of the house now. You can't argue with that."
I kept my eyes on the road as I heard her giggle.
"This new take-charge attitude of yours is impressive," she said. "You're grown. I suppose you're right. You're the man of the house now."
I pulled into our driveway, and once we got home, we headed to our respective rooms to unwind after a long and unusual day.
The sexual tension between us continued that night. She cooked a nice dinner. And it was special considering she rarely takes the time on a weekday to make some of her best dishes with a gourmet presentation.
"Do you like it?" she asked, which could have been a reference to the small outfit she had decided to wear.
I nodded while cleaning my plate. "Delicious. As always."
"Thank you," she said. "You deserve it. After all, you're the man of the house now, right? That means I'll have to treat you accordingly."
"If you want extra breaks at work, you're doing the right things."
She smiled, "There's no catch. It's a pleasure to see you becoming a man. As a single mother, it's rewarding."
I reached over and patted my mother's hand. "Thanks, mom. I love you."
"Love you, too. In the meantime, these dishes won't clean themselves. Come on, help me bring this to the kitchen counter."
"You deserve the night off. I'll handle the dishes."
She smiled, "I appreciate that. You're too sweet."
My mother gave me a kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs.
For the next several minutes, I washed the dishes and reflected on how crazy things have gotten. I couldn't believe that my mother and I had talked about such intimate things. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she showed me her vagina up close.
I heard footsteps behind me just as I was finishing up, and I turned around to say 'goodnight' to my mother.
"Thanks again for the..."
My jaw dropped. I stood in disbelief at the sight of my mother walking into the kitchen naked. She looked stunning. Her hair was down and her face was makeup free, giving her a natural look. Her curvy body reflected her middle-age. Her breasts were medium sized and sagged a little. And the hardness of her large pink nipples showed that she was either cold or aroused.
"Don't give me that look," she said with a wave of a hand, as she grabbed a cup from the counter and headed to the fridge for some juice. "What's the matter, you've never seen a naked woman before?"
I stammered, "Of... of course I have. It's just that...you're my..."
"Your mother?" she said, finishing my sentence. "But since you want to be regarded as 'the man of the house,' then it's only fitting that I be your housewife. And before you were born, your father and I were practically nudists at home. It's only fair that you get the same treatment, right?"
"I think I'd agree."
She poured her juice, and before leaving, she came over to me and touched the growing erection through my shorts.
"It feels like you agree."
Her butt swayed with each step as she walked away.
I sat in my office the next morning and thought about the revealing outfit my mother was wearing. Earlier in the day, as we rode in the car together, my mother made it clear that the previous night wasn't some fluke; that she would be more than willing to be my *naked housewife.*
There was a knock on my door. Mom entered with a bright smile. It was 11:54 so I assumed it was the same situation as yesterday.
"Hey there," I said. "Need another extension for your lunch break?"
"Actually, no. I told them I'd be skipping today's lunch meeting with them."
"Why?"
She sat on top of my desk, but kept her legs closed.
"Because we still have things to clear up, and I couldn't wait until this evening. Besides, I like this office setting. It's fitting."
I nodded, "You're right. I haven't been able to focus on work all morning, especially after seeing you... you know... naked last night."
"That's a good thing, I hope," she replied with an eyebrow raised. "Because I think there's something else you might like to hear. Remember when I told you yesterday that I enjoyed mother/son fantasies?"
"How could I forget?"
"Well, you never asked me anything beyond that. Because if you had, you would have discovered that I used to spy on my brother having sex with our mom growing up. It happened on his 18th birthday, and since then, I developed a rather strong oedipal fantasy that would rival most male authors of incest stories."
A small shiver went down my spine, the good kind, but I tried not to show my mother how aroused hearing that made me. I tried to say as calm as possible, but regardless, she could tell I was enthused.
"Oh," I gasped. "You mean Uncle Joseph and Grandma have been..."
"Screwing," she said. "Hard. I don't get to see it anymore because we obviously don't live together. But I still fantasize about their secret relationship. They never knew that I spied on them. And more recently, I've developed another strong incest fantasy; care to guess with who?"
I paused for a moment to be sure what she was implying. "At this point, I'd say it's your current boss, the guy you're talking to right now, and who's office you're in."
"Smart guy."
"What happens next? I mean, we obviously can't be open about this, but it's not like anyone is going to find out either."
"I'm already going to be your *naked housewife* at home," she stated. "So as your workplace subordinate, why not add another title for me?"
"I'm not sure where this is going, but I love the possibilities. What do you have in mind?"
"Would you be interested in having an *office slut*?" she asked. "I'll give you the same benefits as my previous boss. What do you think?"
I was taken aback by what my mother offered.
"Sounds too good to be true. Are you serious?"
"I'm serious. It's a win/win situation, both in the office, and at home."
I took a deep breath. "How would this start? If I was your previous boss, what would be happening right now?"
She got down on her knees, between my legs.
"Well, with my previous boss, the talking would be kept to a bare minimum and my mouth would already be filled with cock. Any objection to that?"
I shook my head 'no.'
"Good," she said. "Let's get started. Would you like a blowjob, sir?"
I nodded.
Her hands headed toward my crotch as if she had done this a million times, and she went to work undoing my belt buckle and zipper. Once undone, she pulled my ever-growing cock out of my underwear and began to stroke up and down.
"Very nice," she commented. "It's been a while since I've handled one of these. But don't worry, it's like riding a bike. You're a busy man and your time is important. We don't have a second to waste."
She swooped down and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. Her vacuum-like suction and wet saliva were more than enough to get my cock fully engorged. And being orally served by my mother in the office only added to how intense this feeling was.
The phone rang in the middle of my mother's newfound oral servitude. I checked the screen. It was my boss.
"Don't mind me," she said, spitting my cock out. "You have important responsibilities around here. Go right ahead."
She was right. I answered the phone while my mother continued sucking me off.
"Hello," I answered. "Good afternoon, it's nice to hear from you... Yes, everything is going well, thanks for asking... My breathing? Oh, I was just about to leave and I ran back to answer the phone... Lunch? Now?"
My mother looked me straight in the eyes with a 'Don't You Dare' type of expression and continued to suck, slurp, and bob her head with even more tenacity.
"I'm sorry, but I've got something going on with an employee. It's an oral communication exercise to build a more cohesive work environment along with trust in the workplace... Thank you... I'm glad you agree on the importance of that... Then tomorrow it is."
The call ended and I focused on my mother's oral attention.
She plopped my cock out of her mouth for the second time. "What did he say?"
"He was thrilled that I'm such a team player and he wished there were more people like me around here. He also loved my emphasis on teamwork and bonding with my employees. Now where were we?"
"Oral communication, right?"
"Exactly."
She gave me a playful wink and went back to sucking me off. This time, she used her hand to stroke me, enhancing the sexual pleasure. I laid back and listened to her slurping noises filling the room, and having oral sex performed by my mother's expert mouth couldn't have felt better.
"Oh god," I moaned. "This feels fantastic. I'm going to explode pretty soon if you keep this up."
To my surprise, and brief disappointment, she put my raging hard cock back inside my pants and zipped me up.
"This is our first time together and I want it to be memorable," she said. "It would be a real shame if it was only an office blowjob. Come on boss, everyone is on their lunch break right now, let's go to the supply room."
We adjusted our clothes to look like our proper selves, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as if she hadn't just sucked my cock, and we headed towards the supply room. We made sure that no one saw us enter together, and once we shut the door, she grabbed me and planted a big kiss on my lips.
"Mmmm... I could really get used to being your *office slut."
I gave her a few more kisses and replied, "So can I. And if I'm not mistaken, the supply room is where you used to have sex, right?"
She gave a seductive grin and undressed. It was as if my mother was transforming before my very eyes in more ways than one. She had always prided herself on being so proper and elegant, along with being a fashionably dressed professional woman. And here she was, taking off her expensive clothes and tossing them to the floor like worthless accessories.
"That's exactly what we did in these places. Now be a good boss and fuck me until I can't take it anymore."
The last article of clothing was gone from her body and she was naked except for the stockings on her legs and the heels on her feet. She turned around and spread her legs apart, placing her hands on the table as she bent down.
I freed my rock hard erection. My heart pounded as the realization that I was about to fuck my own mother sunk in. She reached down with one hand to spread her labia apart, and I could tell that she was having the same incestuous thoughts based on her dripping wet pussy.
The head of my cock slid inside her womanhood, so did the rest of my shaft. Her body trembled when I went all the way in and I gripped her hips tightly and proceeded to fuck her, once her vaginal canal adjusted. And soon, the tiny room was filled with the sounds of wet rhythmic slappings from pounding the flesh of her ass, along with the faint sounds of her moaning.
"Oh god..." she panted. "Fuck me... that's it... fuck me... fuck your little *office slut*... fuck your own mother where it counts."
We tried our best to muffle our voices and moans to make sure that no one heard us. It was already a big enough risk and we couldn't get caught. If anyone found out about this, we'd likely be fired. Our reputations would be ruined forever and we'd be the subject of endless gossip, all throughout the city. But the fact that we were having wild sex in the office place was an added thrill to the already taboo act of incest.
Her legs trembled at a ferocious pace and her body started shaking. My hands were on her hips and thighs while fucking. I felt her muscles flexing and contracting, and she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
"Oh goodness..." she whimpered. "Oh... rub my clit... rub it for me... this is how you make your mother cum... your *office slut* of a mother... make me cum. This is how I need to be fucked in the office... oh god... this is how you treat your mother."
I reached down and rubbed her engorged clitoris. The fluids seeping from her wet pussy coated my hand like a leaking faucet.
"I'm almost there... don't stop... keep screwing your mother... Be a good son... be a good boss. Give your office slut the best orgasm ever... It's what your mother demands."
Hearing my proper and respectable mother's dirty mouth added to the sexual situation. We were sweating profusely and I could see some of the glass in the small room start to fog. Her breathing became labored. Her skin felt warm.
I didn't have time to think about my own pleasure, as my mother's back arched violently, and a strong gush of fluids rushed through my fingers rubbing her clitoris, as I fucked her pussy as hard as I could. She was making a mess all over the place, squirt running down my hand, down her legs, and making a pool on the floor.
It took every ounce of strength she had to keep from thrashing her body around and screaming at the top of her lungs for the entire office building to hear. And it took every ounce of strength that I had to keep pleasuring her the way that she needed to be pleasured. A true office slut.
Once her orgasm subsided, her body nearly collapsed as she bent down with her hands on the table to hold herself up. Soon, it was my turn to orgasm.
"I'm going to cum, " I whispered.
I was unsure of where I'd finish, but my mother knew. She had plans, or maybe it was a snap decision. She was re-energized, dropping to her knees, looking up at me, and jerked me off until I exploded all over her mouth, coating her lips and tongue with my orgasm. She didn't stop until I was drained and she finished by continuing to look me in the eyes while she swallowed.
"That was fucking amazing," I said.
She continued licking the tip of my penis. "Now I'm claimed. I'm your mother, but I'm also your office slut. Do as you'd like."
"You're my housewife, too," I reminded.
She smiled and nibbled on the head of my cock. "And I'm your housewife."
"You've left a pile of squirt on the floor. We're messy."
"I'll clean it right away, boss."
After a few more licks on my shaft, devouring all my cum, she kissed the head of my cock and put my penis back inside my pants. While still naked, she grabbed several sheets of paper towels and used them to wipe the floor clean.
I watched my mother get dressed, then she took the wet paper towels. It was such an erotic sight seeing her go from an *office slut*, back to being the prim and proper woman everyone knows her as. The awkwardness that lingered between us disappeared and everything felt normal. Everything felt the way that it should.
By the time we left the supply room, a group of people from the same floor, but different department, had just returned from their lunch break. It was obvious that they knew we had sex. Especially by looking at my mother's *'I just got fucked'* hairdo and her slightly crinkled outfit.
She tossed out the handful of squirt-soaked paper towels in the hallway garbage, but of course, no one knew the wetness was mom's orgasm.
As for the orgasmic glow and smile which radiated from my mother? It was much too obvious. Any sexually experienced woman could spot it a mile away.
My mother didn't care though. She walked right past them with her chin held high and a proud smile on her face. I could even hear some of the women in the background gossip about us with their whispering voices.
"Well those two clearly had sex."
"Couldn't they have gotten a hotel room?"
"I've heard they're related. Can you believe it?"
This job turned out to be more than just a significant pay raise. It was a unique bonding experience. Not only was she my mother, but she had also become my naked housewife, and in her words, my office slut. And that's the way it was meant to be.
*The End*
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*Author's Note
The following chapter is meant for fun, not to be taken overly seriously. I just felt like writing a lot of silly sex including these characters, so I decided to write a whole chapter dedicated to it. For those who read Medusa: Fate's Game for the story, you may want to forgo this optional chapter. For those interested in the sex, hopefully this chapter will provide an arousing read.*
Medusa
Wine! So much wine. Wine everywhere.
The sun had just set, and the only source of light was the twinkling of stars along the plaza floor of their new home, and the flickering fires on the walls of the corner room. Everyone had come to her room corner, and the six of them sat around in a circle. Amphora jars were lined up, everyone had a big cup in hand — except for Chimera of course, immune as he was — and everyone was drinking.
Her especially. They'd only been in their new home a week, but had never taken the time to properly toast their new abode. Permanent, temporary, she didn't know, but it deserved a night full of wine. And she was determined to get at least as drunk as last time, if not far more so.
"How'd you get all this?" Otrera said.
"Well." Gallea hopped up, and started wandering around the room, hooves a little uneven. Already a bit tipsy. "Trade has started up in full, and one of the trade ships had a lot of wine on it. I noticed the two tradesmen eyeing my wife, so we... had some fun." The satyr grabbed a couple jars and started to drag them toward their circle.
Medusa gasped. "You... two strangers? ... two men?"
Pinna nodded, giggled, and raised her cup as Gallea poured her more. No one was holding back tonight, especially not her satyr friends.
"Just last night." Her friend winked at her, and downed her cup before holding it out for more.
Blushing, Medusa took one of the jars, and started to drink it. She was so much bigger than her little satyr friends, she needed a lot to feel the same effects. But felt them she did, and she giggled to mirror Pinna.
"I don't think Darian would appreciate other men fighting for room in the bed," she said.
The man nodded, sipped his wine, and pat her scales. "Probably not. Unless I was very drunk." He blinked down at his cup, then gave Medusa a grin, one of his mischievous grins that made her laugh.
"It's not for everyone," Pinna said, "but Gallea and I have been a social couple for years." The satyr smiled into her cup before sliding a little closer to Otrera. "Having six pairs of hands on you, touching you, opening you up? Three... everything, on you, in you?"
Otrera put out a hand and placed it on the oncoming satyr's face before pushing her away. Pinna fell back onto her butt, and giggled all the more. Such a lovely sound, it made Medusa giggle to hear it. Otrera made more of a chuckling, manly sound, even as she got drunk right along with them.
"I do happen to know what that's like," the Amazon said. "Too much time spent managing limbs to really enjoy it, I find."
Pinna shook her head, and pointed at Gallea. "You let your man take care of ordering who to go where. You're supposed to lay down and let them do all the work, in that scenario!"
Medusa erupted into laughter, and started drinking again. Every time they got together like this, the conversation always came to sex; which she liked. It just meant that every time it turned her into a blushing mess. Not that she was shy about it, not like before, but Pinna and Otrera always managed to paint such lewd imagery that her mind wandered, and she found herself glancing down at her lover a lot.
And the more she drank, the more she kept looking down at him. She remembered the orgies she'd seen in the afterlife, and she had to admit, it looked tantalizing, even if she knew she wouldn't enjoy it as much as Otrera or Pinna.
Otrera was sitting between Chimera's legs by his ankles, and using his shins as barriers to hold up some of the jars. The giant didn't mind. And as typical for the big guy, he just sat there and watched them. But Medusa could see the smile on his face, the little one that never went away. Otrera had it too, and it made Medusa's heart flutter when she looked between the two of them. In love.
"Where's Pegasus?" Medusa said.
Darian laughed and downed his cup. "There's a stable in the city with some mares, and they've all got a thing for him. He's been sleeping in the stable with them, and... well you know."
"Even the horse is having group sex." Otrera pat Chimera on the foot a few times, and took several more gulps of her drink. Everyone was going to be sick tomorrow, but for the first time in a long time, none of them had to worry about tomorrow. Free to get as absolutely drunk as they wanted, and they were taking full advantage. "How about you Chimera?"
"Do you wish to bring the satyrs to our bed once again?"
Medusa's jaw dropped.
"Well," Otrera said, "Pinna and Gallea are pretty cute. I do enjoy it."
Pinna and Gallea looked at each other, then at Otrera, then back at each other. And in sync, both started drinking their cups.
It was enough to have Medusa and Darian laughing, and even the big bad giant chuckled a few times, until his rumblings vibrated the ground.
They stopped laughing when Otrera reached out for the two satyrs, and pulled them toward her. She was much stronger than them of course, so it took little effort for her to plant the two down beside her, Gallea on her right, Pinna on her left, and Chimera's legs outside that. The Amazon winked at Medusa, and draped her arms over the satyr's shoulders.
"You two have been spying on me and Chimera, and Medusa and Darian too, since I've met you. Bad as a couple of horny teenagers. You have only yourselves to blame for the many things I'm going to do to you."
The two satyrs looked a little nervous, now that they had a Fate's Child's arms over them. Otrera could squash them both like bugs if she wanted, and Medusa blinked a little as she watched the dark-skinned warrior grin. But, with nervous smile on display, Gallea picked up Otrera's cup and raised it to the woman's lips.
The Amazon laughed, and drank it down as Gallea tilted it for her.
"And," Otrera said, "I saw Medusa's eyes when we walked past some rather limb-filled sexual marathons in the Asphodel Meadow."
"Otrera!"
"There was one woman on her knees with a man underneath her, another on his knees behind her, and three standing around. Poor girl was doing everything she could to keep five dicks happy. Only reason we could even see her was cause everyone was a bit see-through." Otrera pointed a finger at Medusa, even as she fell forward a bit with her weight catching on the necks of the two satyrs. Tipsy as well! "Some girls just got a nasty side."
"I... I never!" Medusa reached down, picked up her Darian, and hugged him from behind as she set his butt atop her coils. Human shield.
"Come on." The Amazon shrugged, and nodded toward Gallea, who looked more than happy to give her another drink. "Not saying you should try it, Medusa, just saying you got a pretty sexual side that enjoys a show. Not so shy as you seem."
Medusa hid her head behind Darian's.
"When I met her," her lover said after another gulp, "she was the shyest thing, convinced no one could think she was attractive. It took a little persuading to prove I very much was."
Pinna clapped her hands a couple times before grasping them and holding them close. "Oh! Details! Did you seduce her? Did you undress her, did you—"
Darian held up a hand. "Did absolutely nothing that first night. Literally. I held still, and she had her way with me."
Medusa felt her whole torso turn red. A peek over Darian's shoulder showed that the others were smiling at her, and Pinna in particular was glowing.
"You never told me those details, Medusa," Pinna said. "So, Darian just... held still."
"He..." With a deep breath, she grabbed another jar, and started chugging. A few moments later, and a lot of liquor later, she put the now empty jar down, and wiped off her mouth. "He knew I was ssssstill sscared! I'd been alone ssso long, and always with people coming to try and kill me. And after what Poissseidon did, he... he knew what I wanted. Ssso I asked him, and held ssstill for me, let me take things sssslowly."
"And I'm glad he did." Gallea raised his own cup and took another drink. "Cause damn, you've grown into a very confident, sexual woman."
She giggled and put her chin on Darian's shoulder, hands around his chest as she held him to her, his legs dangling from atop her coils. Confident. Sexual. More giggles went through her as she felt the alcohol buzz along her skin and scales, until she felt her tongue get longer in her mouth, and her body grow warm.
"I haven't, haven't I?"
Everyone nodded, even Chimera.
"And I think it's safe to say no one here thinks you're ugly," Otrera said. "Think we've all watched each other fuck on a few occasions now. We're all gorgeous." Her words were starting to slur together a little, and her balance was a little off, arms still draped over the satyrs' shoulders. The world was starting to tilt around her too, the ground suddenly developing a will of its own.
"Gorgeous." She raised her head from Darian's shoulder, and grinned at the Amazon holding the two satyrs hostage. "Gorgeous monsters?"
Chimera rumbled. "Beautiful monsters."
Everyone blinked up at the big guy, before laughter ripped through them all. Even Darian fell apart, right off her coils, spilling his drink and landing on his side on the blankets. It was the first time she'd seen her love laugh so loudly.
Gods bless the power of wine. She was glad Darian didn't kill Dionysus when he had the chance.
She tried to reach down to pick him up, but her hand missed. It even missed the ground, and instead her torso fell onto its shoulder next to him. At least with her snake half being much heavier than her human half, she was able to lift herself back up easily, but crooked, and she couldn't hold still.
Darian smirked at her, and sat up as he watched her. "You're drunk."
"You're drunk!" She threw her arms out with a grand gesture, and pointed one of her hands at Gallea. But she couldn't get her fingers pointed straight at him, and she had to try a few times to line it up. "Gallea's fault. Bringing more wine."
"Hey, blame my horny wife for seducing two strangers. In fact, blame her twice! She's the one that wants to get everyone drunk."
Pinna sat up straight with a jolt. "Gallea!"
"Oh ho, plan exposed." Otrera leaned in close to the woman, her arms still around the two satyrs' necks, and she grinned the most evil grin Medusa had ever seen. "Probably hoping we'll end this night with everyone naked, having sex, all within arm's reach of each other. In fact, I'm betting Pinna's hoping to do more than that."
The Amazon was like a barbarian! Alcohol was proving to be a powerful tool for breaking down barriers for the group, Medusa noticed, but she hadn't expected Otrera to get so friendly so quickly. Gallea and Pinna were blushing bashful in the Amazon's arms, an amazing feat considering the sexual history of the two satyrs.
"Well... I uh..." Pinna squirmed, took another sip of her drink, and then another, and another, and smiled at the warrior holding her. "Ever since you two told me about your trip through the afterlife, and all the sex they were having, I... thought it'd be nice... to encourage Medusa a bit."
"Me!?"
"Yeah you! You're the most seductive woman I've ever known, you just get shy sometimes."
"I'm... not shy like... I usssed to be. You've sssseen me... with Darian."
"Exactly! When you're into it, you turn into a bit of a show off," Pinna said. "Just... looking to see a bit more of that side of you." The two satyrs chuckled and grinned at each other, and then at the Amazon that was holding them. Since when had the three of them gotten so close? Medusa knew the two satyrs were getting a bit bolder with approaching Otrera when she was with Chimera, but she hadn't expected this.
Her friends were doing things without her! She frowned, and straightened herself up a bit before slithering more toward the center of the room, the mountain of blankets, and their circle. She took a fresh amphora jar with her, and started to down the contents while the group watched.
"Medusa," Darian said, "you're going to be sick!"
"I'm ffine." Once the jar was empty, she tossed it aside onto the blankets where it rolled to join the rest of the empty jars. "And they're teasing me!" Again she pointed at the satyrs, but again her fingers refused to go where she wanted them to. The floor was becoming more uneven with every minute.
"They're only teasing you cause they think you're beautiful, and sexy," Darian said.
She giggled at her lover, and combed her snake hair as she smiled at him. "Do they?" Chimera had said beautiful monsters after all, and hearing him use such an elegant word was delightfully poetic.
She never knew what it was like to indulge her ego, not like this, not with other people. Maybe she did when she was human? Forgotten memories and blurs, but in the moment, she kind of liked it. She turned around to face the four others; three little people and the big guy whose legs they sat between. They were all grinning at her, drinking, laughing, and nodding.
And they weren't just happy, but happy with each other. The hard warrior queen continued to hold the two satyrs, arms draped around their necks, and laughed as Gallea gave her more to drink. Pinna downed a couple more drinks, and on more than one occasion took the time to trace some of Chimera's scars along his shin. The one-eyed giant smiled down at the three between his legs, while he leaned back against the wall behind him, shoulders fallen with relaxation. That tiny, content smile of his never wavered.
And Darian was happy too! He got up, walked over to Chimera, swaying left and right with each step as he struggled to stay standing, and sat down on the other side of the giant's shin from Pinna. Not a second later and Pinna raised him a new cup to replace his lost one, full to the rim. And, winking at the handsome little half-deer woman, he took the cup and drank it. Seeing Darian enjoy himself with other people was like warm water over her soul. So perfect, so absolutely perfect to see her lover finally relax enough, and open himself up enough to sit down and laugh with others.
She felt giddy!
"... I can danccce," she said.
Otrera blinked up at her. "Eh? How's that work?"
"I... I ssspent sssssssome time learning." Either her tongue was getting even longer still, or the wine was affecting her speech. Probably her tongue. "I was alone on that island for many years. I got bored!"
Darian's eyes were wide, and he glanced between her and their friends. "... you can dance?"
"I can!" She giggled and hugged herself as she dug up some courage. There were flutters in her stomach, but it didn't last long as the wine flowed through her and washed them away. "Is... is that the sssort of thing... Pinna and Gallea want to sssssee?"
They both nodded with wide eyes and big, bright smiles.
"Ok! Ok," she said. "I'm uh... I think... I may be a bit drunk, but..."
She started to sway. The trick was, without feet, her grounding point was actually quite solid and bendy. If she wanted to lean deep to the left or right, she could and not fall over. If she wanted to roll her belly up and down, it was easy cause her whole spine was in her control. And when she wanted to, she could make her torso and much of her snake length sway from side to side in a slithering pattern, in the air. At first she put her hands over her hair, together and pointed up to make herself look longer, but after a while, she put them on her hips; better for emphasizing the sway of where her human half sat atop her snake half.
Everyone stared at her. At first they were smiling and drinking, but after a minute of her slithering through the air, they stopped. Their jaws dropped, eyes unblinking, and their drinking hands lowered. Darian especially seemed mesmerized as she made the top half of her body wiggle through the air in a slow moving S shape.
She turned around, and continued the dance, except now with her back and scaly backside on display. Nervous enough to want to stop, but she saw their eyes. They were hypnotized! With her back to them, she was free to beam with pride, smiling big, and she put a little extra sway into her hips. Swaying was like breathing to her now, since she slithered everywhere, which was just swaying on the ground. Doing it in the air and putting her human body into it was easy, and kind of fun. But she had no idea how intoxicating it'd be to have people mesmerized by it, with eyes locked onto her, unable to look away! It made her warm body grow hot, made her spine shiver with more than the buzz of alcohol, and her nipples start to harden against her breast wrap.
She turned around again, and gasped. "Otrera!"
"What? What, this is great!" The Amazon stretched her arms high, but not just stretched, also tossed! Tossed her tunic right off so the woman was topless, and once she lowered her arms back down, she reached around Gallea's chest and started undoing the knots of his vest.
Pinna poked her head out a bit to look over at Otrera and her husband, but she giggled when she realized what the Amazon was doing, and took another gulp of wine.
"Your dance is very, very sexy," Pinna said.
That sexy? Medusa looked down at Darian, but the man was just as bad as the others! He was reaching up to the shoulder of his tunic, and started undoing the knot while looking at her. And he had that smile, that best, perfect, beautiful smile that made her snake body quiver and her fingers tingle. Confident, mischievous, and loving.
Even Chimera was looking at her with a bit more intensity than normal! He only had the one eye now, maybe that was why?
Otrera tossed off Gallea's vest, and turned to do the same to Pinna. The blond satyr grinned up at Medusa, finished her wine, and let the Amazon slip the vest off her shoulders. Her tanned skin exposed, Pinna straightened herself up a bit, and her smile only grew as she looked Medusa in the eyes. She had lovely, handful breasts, with nipples of an almost red color. And they were hard too.
Now everyone was topless except her.
She frowned at Otrera and the satyrs, who were clearly manipulating her! And Darian was no help either! Whenever she looked to him for help, he just shrugged and grinned at her, his handsome, lean little body on display, with only his loincloth on.
Well, two could play at that game! ... or, five. Chimera didn't count!
She started slithering in the air once more, the bit of her snake half above the sheets moving left and right while her human half swayed with it. "You know," she said with a half frown, half smile, "mosst friends aren't ssso open with each other! Sssssssssexually!"
The three sitting between Chimera's legs shrugged in unison, and took a sip of wine.
She tried to frown bigger, but it didn't happen. No matter how hard she tried, frown kept changing to smile, especially whenever she looked Darian's way and caught his sly grin. And the warm buzz in her body was only growing. Better to have fun now, while the wine was making her body sing and her head fuzzy.
Her fingers reached up to her neck, and took the knot of her wrap into their tips. Once the knot was undone, she lowered her hands down to her breasts, but let the fabric fold over her hands so the wrap was still pressed to her body. The tying arms dangled in front of her from her wrists, and she took them into her hands so she had a grip on the only piece of cloth keeping her breasts hidden.
She thought they were staring before, now they were like statues with eyes locked on her. A sway to the left, and they leaned with her. A sway to the right, and they leaned with her. Gallea licked his lips, and Pinna raised a hand to her own breasts to lightly cup one, fingers grazing her nipple. Otrera and Darian had started drooling a little. Even Chimera was staring.
With a little spin, she put her back to them, and let the fabric fall. She sucked in a quick breath, and shivered at the thrill running up and down her snake length. The others did too, each of them making a tiny gasp or moan when she exposed her naked back. She raised her hands up, and combed her fingers through her hair, and she quivered when she heard a trio of groans behind her.
"I can see your breasts from behind," Otrera said. "Gods damn that's... really hot."
Medusa looked down at herself. Her breasts, heavy and pulling down with their size, did indeed have that teardrop shape that pulled them to the side as they squished to her ribs. There was no denying she was a very, very busty lady. And of course, she'd been embarrassed about it. But Darian had long since squashed that fear, and a large amount of alcohol opened up a strange delight, something that set her body on fire.
She raised her elbows high while her fingers combed back through her hair. With elbows up and arms out of the way, her breasts dangled more freely, and all it took was a little sway to the side to make them sway with her. She still had her back to the others, but she could feel their gaze eating her up, and hear their groans when her breasts jiggled lightly against the sides of her torso. Darian often delighted in how her breasts 'jiggled', and while she thought it terribly lewd and shameless, the night called for lewd and shameless. A little momentum in her torso, a little dip of her shoulder and hip, and her breasts bounced, just lightly, against her torso. They couldn't see just how swollen her nipples had become, but they could probably hear her breathing turn into quiet pants. She could hear theirs too.
She turned around, forced herself to keep her eyes open, and smiled at the five sitting in front of her. But smile quickly turned to a nervous gulp as her eyes fell down on Otrera. The Amazon had her hands under the loincloth sashes of each satyr, and was showing off some ambidexterity as she worked her hands from underneath. In the silence of the night and their home, the only noises were from the Pinna and Gallea, the small moans they made, and the sound of Otrera's fingers moving around underneath the satyr's clothes.
"You're... so... beautiful," Pinna said, voice broken with the occasional, rather obvious mewl. Despite Otrera's invading hand, it was Medusa Pinna continued to stare at.
Medusa gulped again, and looked at Darian. Her lover's smile had faded, eyes hypnotized, and while still sitting on the blankets, he was leaning back so his weight was on one hand, his other drifting down his abs and to his loincloth.
Even Chimera, again! The beast had a hand out on his leg near Pinna, but he wasn't touching her. Yet. His other hand was on his loincloth, and feeling his erection through the fur.
All five of them, aroused, staring at her.
If it wasn't for the buzz feeling vibrating in her tail and fingers, she'd probably have been too embarrassed to continue. But, everyone was so happy! Happy, horny, staring at her. Otrera and Pinna both motioned with their heads for her to continue, while the three men stared, frozen. She wanted to continue, to be the center of attention for a while, when the attention was so warm, and thrilling. She'd had a lifetime of being the center of attention where everyone hated her or was afraid of her. This was a pleasant change, and she wanted to enjoy it!
Enjoying it got a little more difficult as she tried to keep balance, but swayed a little far and almost stumbled. Snake bodies don't stumble, so she didn't fall over, but the dance got offset a bit, and she giggled as she straightened herself back up. Getting comfortable again, she got a little closer to her friends, and resumed her slithering dance. But this time, she ran her fingertips up and down her breasts, and let the weight of them fight against her fingers so her breasts moved with her hands. She missed every so often, fingers fighting against her as the warmth of arousal mixed with the warmth of wine, but it didn't matter. Everyone was just as drunk as her, probably more drunk than her! Clearly, they drank too much.
Otrera reached down, slid her loincloth off her legs, and tossed it aside with a chuckle. Naked, she was such a beautiful and powerful looking woman, tiny but fit, lean, dark skin and pert breasts. It all fit her long, dark hair so well. "Darian," she said, "remind me to thank you for not killing Dionysus."
Medusa giggled. She'd been thinking the same thing! ... she thought. Maybe? All a haze. Hard to focus when her eyes were stuck to Otrera's legs, her thick thighs, and the lips therein.
Her drifting mind snapped back to the present when Otrera slid back a ways, and put her back against Chimera's loincloth. Still looking at Medusa, Otrera reached behind her for the man's only clothes, and gave it a tug. The giant helped, and with a deep, low, quiet rumble, tossed his loincloth to the side to join hers.
Not content with her current level of lewdness, Otrera reached behind her, twisted to the side just a touch, and pulled the giant's phallus onto her leg. Its weight draped across her thigh, and Otrera visibly shivered as she set a hand down on the thick, veined cock. How she ever managed to enjoy sex with such a massive phallus, Medusa could not fathom. But, as much as the gorgon could only wince when imagining herself penetrated so deeply, it was terribly arousing to see it happen to Otrera.
"Um... Otrera?" Darian said.
"Yeah Darian?" The queen grinned at him, spread her legs, and motioned for the two satyrs to come join her. They did, each of them chuckling and blushing, and once they were sitting between her legs, Pinna a little closer to the humongous phallus on the Amazon's leg, they both removed their sashes dangling from their waists.
Darian raised a brow at her, but Otrera smirked, and nodded toward Medusa.
"Don't stop," she said.
Don't stop. Easy for her to say! Through the haze and warmth and fuzzies and buzz and ground that refused to hold still, Medusa watched Otrera bathe in sexuality. Medusa thought her own display had been licentious, but Otrera defeated in her seconds as she reached down to Gallea, and took his member into her hand. While the two satyrs looked liked deer below the hip, their bodies had the same transformation line as Medusa's, human above the iliac furrow. Which meant Otrera was stroking a very human, hard looking cock in her one hand, while the giant's massive, more malleable cock lay across her leg like a heavy... snake.
And it wasn't just their actions, it was their proximity. The three of them were all together between Chimera's legs, and the two satyr's sat between Otrera's legs. Medusa felt her whole body start to tremble when Otrera winked at her, took Pinna's hand, and set it on Chimera's cock. The satyr went rigid for a moment, blinked at the huge thing now in her hands, before she slowly started to slide her hand back and forth along its | Medusa: Fate's Game Ch. 17 | [
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length. She looked back at Medusa too, and her whole body was blushing hard as she beamed at the gorgon.
Medusa looked at Darian, but that was a mistake too! When her eyes caught his, his demon grin returned, and he took off his loincloth too. He didn't join the others, but he was only sitting two feet away from the mess of legs and touching hands of the other four. And as he smiled at her, he moved one of his legs out to the side, took his shaft in his hands, and started to very, very slowly tease his length with his fingertips.
What had turned into a fun, sexy dance, was becoming much more, very quickly. At least Otrera respected her boundaries and didn't touch Darian! She wasn't sure yet if she wanted to share him, or him her. But that didn't mean everyone getting naked, touching each other, and themselves, wasn't sending waves of warmth through her that had her whole body, from snake hair to tail tip, shivering.
She resumed her dance. All eyes were back on her in moments, and she let out a quiet, long moan as her fingers slid down her breasts. It didn't just feel good anymore, it felt sexual. It felt like sparks that spread out from her swollen areola, into her chest, where the tiny jolts of bliss worked down through her. Just small at first, just tiny things, but they were there. Every time her fingers touched her nipples, caressed along the engorged, pink flesh that stood out from her pale skin, the little sparks grew.
It looked like a dance, but she was slowly masturbating with her breasts.
And they knew it too. And she knew they knew! And they knew she knew they knew! Blushing until she thought her skin would catch fire, she lowered her hands to catch a breath. She cupped the weight of her heavy breasts in her palms, let the softness of them spill over her fingers, and bounce lightly as they fell over her wrists. But before long, she had her hands on her nipples again, and she filled her palms with her swollen areola. Gently, softly, she eased her hands up and down, and slid them off her nipples to leave her fingertips on her areola again, circling them, massaging them.
Her voice was coming out as pants and moans now, and nothing but. The others were still touching themselves and each other, but everyone was quiet, everyone but her. And maybe Chimera and his occasional, deep, quiet, vibrating rumbles. Otrera taught her to call them purrs, and it was perfect. Pinna had grown a little more bold, and she held his massive length in the palm of her hand now, while her other was playing with her wet sex, her furry legs spread open. And while Otrera still had a hand on Gallea, Gallea had a hand on her, his fingers teasing the warrior's clitoris in much the same way Medusa was teasing her breasts. Such shamelessness.
But, she was the only one not naked. With another gulp, she slid a hand down to her waist wrap, and started to undo the knot that held it tight to her scaled hips. She took it in both hands, and made a little dance of it, swaying left and right as she started to slide the fabric in the same direction of her slithering. And the fabric grew wetter with each dip of her hip.
The fabric fell, exposed her wet, pink, hairless lips above the scales of her snake half, and left her naked.
In all the weeks she'd been around her friends, only Darian had ever seen her so open like this. Their love making had never put her on such an exposed stage before, with her pussy bare without cloth or Darian or herself covering it. Apparently it was a powerful sight, and the two satyrs groaned. Otrera too, though hers sounded a little more like a growl.
Darian mirrored the satyrs' sound, and as he leaned back to brace his weight on one hand, he started to masturbate more fully. Up and down, his eased a gentle grip the whole of his cock while he watched her. He did glance the others' way a couple times, when they made a sound or shifted positions, but his eyes always came back to her, and lingered upon her eyes, her breasts, her tail, everything.
She slithered a little closer. Only maybe six feet separated her from her friends, and from so close, she could see the details of everything. Darian's grip on his cock, and how it was more of a caress than grip. Otrera's grip on Gallea's, and how her grip was a little tighter. Medusa could see how Pinna was getting a little braver with Chimera's phallus, squeezing its insane girth with curious fingers. Gallea was starting a squirm a little, as Otrera's blatant desire to encourage the whole situation was also leading to her rather excited treatment of the satyr's member.
And Chimera remained still through it all. A feat of sexuality between his legs, and he watched, though like Darian, his gaze fell to Medusa mostly. And when she met his gaze, he nodded and mouthed 'continue'.
She did. As everyone's eyes fell onto her again, she started to slither in the air, side to side in a shifting wave shape. Like a slow, flickering fire. And as she did, she caressed her aching nipples until the sparks were powerful enough to make her shiver, and the heat flowed outward through her breast and into her chest. Her moans grew louder, and her dancing suffered for it, but she pushed through the rising pleasure of massaging herself, and continued to sway for her audience.
But it all stopped as she came. She released her nipples, and hugged under her breasts as the waves of pleasure hit her chest, sharp and explosive. Staying upright was challenge enough, let alone continuing the dance, but she managed it, and even managed to crack open her eyes to see Darian's expression as she trembled. The mewls turned into whimpering squeaks, and she let the convulsions of pleasure spasms work through her body until the sharp orgasm passed. Her nipples were so swollen they looked ready to burst, and as she glanced down, she thought the rest of her might too. Her sex was dripping.
Everyone had watched her climax! She squirmed under their hungry eyes as they looked her up and down, and shivered. Embarrassed was not a strong enough word for what she felt, but as she continued to hug herself, and let the orgasm aftershocks work through her to the tip of her tail, she found herself smiling.
"That's... so... gods," Gallea said.
"I know, right?" Pinna giggled and gave her husband a light kick in the hoof with her own. "She's soaked, and just from her breasts! Arg, it's so... Aphrodite must be jealous."
Chimera rumbled, and shifted positions. Still with his back to the wall, he lay on his side, facing them. He was a huge guy after all, and getting his legs out of the way made a lot more room for them on the blankets. Still facing them, it meant Otrera got to sit back against his abs, while Pinna sat back against his thighs. The she-satyr took the giant's cock into both her hands and laid it across her lap to continue stroking it, while Gallea snuggled back beside Otrera. That is, until Otrera took the satyr by the horns, and guided him down between her legs. Poor Gallea got down onto his stomach, and set his lips on Otrera's pussy, drawing a long moan from the warrior as she let her head tilt back and rest on Chimera's abs.
"Darian, if you don't fuck her right now, I'm going to do it for you." Otrera snapped her fingers a few times and pointed Darian down at the empty space a couple feet in front of them that Chimera made by moving positions.
The warrior eeped — fake, but still cute! — and lay down where Otrera pointed, just a couple feet in front of her and the others. He smirked at his fellow Fate's Child, before looking over at Medusa, and held out a hand for her.
Of course, her lover laid himself out lengthwise from the others. Everything would be visible for the audience. And she found herself giddy with excitement! She lowered her torso down onto the blankets, and crawled forward, breasts dangling beneath her and swaying as she slithered toward him, big grin on her face.
"Medusa, gods that's... you're..." Pinna stared at her, apparently forgetting about the huge thing she had in her hands. "You look like a snake ready to eat him." Medusa frowned. A snake? An actual snake? But Pinna giggled and shook her head. "In really... really... hot way."
"Yeah, it's—hey! That's... really... damn... good." Otrera started to quiver, and her eyes had trouble staying open as she set a hand down on Gallea's head between her thighs, the other to the blankets.
Pinna snickered. "He's good isn't he? I taught him well."
Gallea tried to lift his head, about to say something, but Otrera pushed him back down.
"Less talk, more licking," the Amazon said before looking to Pinna. "You too."
Pinna eeped — not so fake — and stared down at the giant cock filling her hands.
Oh. Medusa saw how it was. Otrera was commandeering the two satyrs to be her sex slaves, for her and Chimera, while she and Darian were to be entertainment. So shallow! So vain! So utterly vile! So... lecherous... and... carnal... and...
Medusa groaned as she oriented herself over her love. Her perfect, beautiful, handsome love, who she wanted inside her, now, before she literally ate him. He'd already reached out his hands to caress her arms and sides, content to be passive and lay there. Which she wanted. Not always! But often, she liked being in control, and she liked that he liked letting her.
And she liked that people wanted to watch.
She grinned down at her Darian, took his shaft in her hand, and pointed it up at her sex. Dripping wet and aching to be filled, she needed little more than to place the tip of his cock against her clenching entrance, before she eased herself down onto him. The delightful, rapturous feeling of his hard girth opening her, spreading her gripping insides, and dragging along her g-spot as she eased him in. It all made her body tremble, her fingers grip the blankets around her lover, and her pussy squeeze on his cock in delight.
"Daaamn." Otrera, shivering a little herself, stuck one of her legs out to set her foot rested on the blankets only half a foot from Darian's shoulder.
The gorgon grinned at Otrera, and moaned as she sank herself fully onto her lover. Drenched, soaked, trembling, she let her weight push her hips down onto Darian, so her snake length lay between his legs. With her love inside her to the hilt, she sighed a blissful sigh, and nudged herself forward a little to graze her clitoris against him.
Medusa blinked at herself, and raised a hand to touch her lips. Wine was turning her into as vile and rude a woman as the Amazon! But, as Medusa looked at the naked queen who was corrupting her, she found her eyes stuck on the sight.
Otrera, legs spread, one knee bent and close to her so she could rest her elbow on it. Gallea on his belly in front of her, devouring and suckling on her pussy. The two women were sitting up against the rumbling giant like he was a wall, Otrera against his stomach, and Pinna against his legs. And poor Pinna was stuck between looking at Medusa, and trying to figure out what to do with the huge thing in her hands. But the satyr was sitting with one knee up and one leg down, and it was clear to see she was dripping wet as well.
Medusa couldn't look away. As much as she wanted to look down at her love, the ridiculous sexual buffet before her was too much to look away from. Otrera smiled at her, and relaxed against Chimera's stomach. Her breathing was turning into moans and mewls too, but with a practiced and confident tone that had Medusa eating her up with her eyes. Otrera looked a lot like Darian physically, lean but muscular, with defined muscles and a strong body, but small frame. While her skin was dark and covered in scars, the difference did little to change how beautiful, and commanding the queen looked with a man suckling her clit, and a giant at her back.
But, while Medusa couldn't look away from Otrera, Otrera stared right back at her.
"Hey... keep dancing? Please?" Otrera said. "Cause it was really, really amazing."
Pinna nodded. "Please! It... gods."
Medusa felt her skin burn and glow. They liked her dancing. They liked her touching herself and slithering and swaying. And Darian beneath her slipped his hands underneath his head, and waited, no doubt hoping she'd dance while upon him. The rascal.
"Please do," he said.
So he was going to join the others in their shamelessness! She grinned down at him, ran the small claw of one of her fingers down his lips and chest, before she planted both hands to the blankets again, and started to dance.
Dance wasn't really the word. She did start to sway again, to dip her hips side to side, and twist her body in a slithering S shape. But it wasn't dancing anymore, it was sex. Every motion made her insides clamp down on Darian's length, made her gripping cunt leak her juices onto him, and made her body quiver as she felt the rigid girth move against her. She slowed down though, found a better, gentler rhythm that allowed her to indulge, keep it going, and make Darian groan.
Pinna started to move in the corner of her eye, and Medusa looked her way to watch. Even with the giant's cock in her hands, Pinna had turned herself so she could keep watching her too, her back to Chimera's legs. The little satyr woman lifted his shaft up from her lap, and brought its ripe, swollen tip to her lips. She blinked at the veined, heavy thing filling her palms, but after a quick glance at Otrera, she put her lips upon the giant's cock again, and kissed.
It was Pinna's turn to have eyes on her as she started to caress and massage the beast. With Chimera on his side and Pinna sitting on floor, leaning back against his legs, it meant his phallus was at chest level with her; gods he was huge. So Pinna didn't have to lift it very far to bring it to her lips, and start to kiss it. And when she did, the beast rumbled, earning a squeak from the satyr, before she resumed.
Medusa had never felt such a thing! So close to Chimera and his purrs, she could actually feel the floor underneath them vibrate when he rumbled his deeper sounds. His pleasure sounds. She looked to him, and found the one-eyed giant watching the five of them with patience and intrigue. And his purrs only grew more powerful, deep and low to the earth where it shook the plaza floor, as the tiny horned creature holding his cock kissed and licked the engorged tip. Her small hands did their best to hold its veined girth, but Medusa could see Pinna struggled to find a way to both hold and stroke it.
"Not as easy as you'd think," Otrera said, chuckling. But she sucked in a sharp gasp, and let out a purr of her own as she glanced back down at Gallea between her thighs.
"It feels delightful," Chimera said. "And... I am enjoying... Medusa's dance."
Pinna lowered his shaft a little, and grinned at Medusa. A small strand of saliva connected her lips to his glans, and she separated it by rubbing his cock against her breasts, circling his cock's head around her swollen nipple before raising it back to her mouth. Fondling and massaging the huge thing was taking the satyr's concentration, but she still looked Medusa's way, and waited with excited eyes.
Medusa lowered herself, and slowly let the weight of her breasts overwhelm Darian's chest and shoulders. His eyes rolled up and a few breaths came out as quiet moans, but he kept his hands behind his head. She was free to drift forward, and nudge her breasts over his chin. Taller than him, she only had to lean forward a little to bring her breasts over his face, and then lean toward Otrera to guide one breast onto his lips.
He opened his mouth, and suckled.
She mewled, and squeezed the blankets tighter. Leaning toward Otrera as she was, everyone got to see her face as her eyes melted in bliss. The pleasure sparks were powerful, more than her fingers could provide. The sensation of warmth, wetness, tongue and lips caressing and massaging her areola, of suction drawing her nipple into a bath of moist, massaging heat, was euphoric. Her quivers turned into trembles, and she struggled to keep herself from collapsing onto Darian as he coddled her nipple in his kiss. Her other breast, closer to the audience, hung underneath her, free to lightly bounce with her shuddering body.
"Your nipples must be so damn sensitive," Otrera said. "You—"
Darian thrust upward. Medusa squeaked, and sat up with a jolt, freeing her breast from her love's lips. But Darian had his hands on her hips, and with his feet planted, he was free to start thrusting up into her, hard.
She lasted twenty seconds before she came. Sitting up straight and holding onto Darian's wrists, she started to cum, and not a quick one like from her breasts. A deep one, one that filled her pelvis and spread outward like a flood, waves of pleasure coursing up and down her body into her fingers and head, and into the tip of her tail. And between the waves of clenching muscles, she felt her pussy gush over Darian, soaking him. But it didn't deter him, and he continued to thrust into her, earning gasping squeaks from her as she held on, breasts bouncing with the force of each impact, lungs robbed of air and barely able to whimper. She did manage a peek at the others, and they were all staring at her with wide eyes. But worse was the sound, the audible slap of soaking wet flesh as she squirted on Darian, each clench of her convulsing muscles making her body writhe before she drenched him.
Too much. She collapsed, breasts to his chest, head against the blankets beside his. At last he relented, her exhaustion the only thing stopping him. Pleasure still poured through her insides, made her skin tingle and her sex twitch and spasm randomly. Orgasm aftershocks refused to let her settle, and she quivered upon her love as she fought to get breath back.
Her head was turned to face the others though, and once she managed to get her eyes open again, she smiled. Otrera had a hand on Gallea's head, her eyes locked on Medusa, and her breath was coming out in pants too. She was cumming, and staring at Medusa as she did. Her nipples looked ready to jump off her breasts, and her stomach of chiseled abs clenched in rolling waves as the woman's groans picked up where Medusa's whimpers faded.
"I was... going to say," Otrera said, "that... you should... let Darian... fuck your breasts. I want to see that from... up close." The Amazon fought to get air back into her lungs too, and she raised Gallea's head from between her legs by the horns. "Pinna's a lucky lady."
Medusa smiled all the brighter as Gallea winked at the Amazon. But Otrera's words managed to sink in a moment later. Fuck her breasts? In front of everyone?
"... ok."
Darian
At any moment, he expected Medusa to think Otrera was pushing things too far. At any moment, he expected the wine to wear off and for the gorgon to call it quits. To stay stop. He'd have been fine with stopping, whatever Medusa wanted.
But it didn't happen. In fact, Medusa seemed to be enjoying herself in a way he hadn't imagined. And as she lay atop him, still quivering from climax, he smiled into her hair and kissed the little snakes that nuzzled him. Medusa was enjoying being the center of all the attention.
It was a feeling Bellerophontes knew well back in the day, a feeling he loved too. It'd been a while since he'd indulged in it, but to watch his love enjoy it among friends was a sight to behold. One he was happy to encourage.
He helped roll her over. She did nothing to resist him, even as he rolled her toward the others and onto her back. Now she was only a foot away from them, a single foot from their panting and moaning and quivering. It only made her smile.
He eased himself out of her pussy. So warm and wet, and now absolutely drenched, her liquids trickled down his thighs and from his testicles. He was already close to his own orgasm. Another minute of sex and he'd have filled Medusa to overflowing, but Otrera's request had been intriguing.
So, he straddled Medusa's stomach, and slid up a little closer until her breasts nudged against his thighs. The gorgon looked exhausted, and she stared up at him from the blankets with a blissful, drunk smile. Her breathing still came out in little pants and mewls, and he doubted she'd be able to help him much.
Gallea walked around them to go sit with his wife, and he was quick to start feeling up the naked satyr. Poor guy had probably been close to cumming for a while, after Otrera'd been playing with him. Pinna continued to suckle and stroke the giant's member, occasionally earning a rumble from him. And when Gallea got behind Pinna, started to feel her, touch her, kiss her, his wife's kisses upon the giant didn't stop. It was a rhythm they knew well, apparently.
Otrera was right next to Darian, inches away. Literal inches. He could feel her panting breath on his shoulder, and the gaze of her eyes as she looked Medusa up and down, and then him.
"Never really thought of you in a sexual way, Darian," she said, "... until now." She gulped, and gestured to him, to his cock standing hard from his body and dripping Medusa's juices onto her sternum, to his naked body and sweating skin, to his smile. Best smile in the world, after all.
"Honestly? Likewise." He smirked at her, but the smirk faded, and his eyes wandered over naked body, the way her spread legs showed off the dark tints of her skin, the dripping wetness of her pussy, the hardness of her nipples on her pert breasts. And her ass. Damn that warrior woman had an ass.
Medusa reached up and found his chest with wavering hands and trembling fingers. "Hey now," she said, "you're mine."
He smiled back down at the curvaceous, exhausted beauty beneath him, took her hands, and set them on her own breasts. It was a position they'd done before; they knew what to do. Medusa smiled back, cupped the outside edge of her breasts where their weight pulled them down over her ribs, and pushed them together to create a mountainous bed of cleavage in front of him. He leaned forward a little so his shaft aimed horizontal over her belly, and with a single finger on his cock to keep it that way, he slid it in.
The soft bed of her breasts greeted him, and he melted onto her. He leaned forward even more, set his hands against the blankets, and let out a long, quiet moan as her breasts buried his shaft.
"Shit," Otrera said. "Just... damn." The Amazon adjusted her position a bit so she was on her knees beside Darian, looking down at Medusa and how his length was completely hidden in her cleavage. "How... how does that feel?"
"So soft," he said. "Completely different than her insides. It's... delicate, and gentle, and..." And it looks amazing. Half the joy of it was watching his cock disappear into the nest of cleavage, how her huge breasts hid his shaft, how her hands sank into them as she pressed them together. The exhausted gorgon smiled up at him with her wavering breath while he eased his cock back and forth along her sternum, until her breasts were snug to his thighs.
Otrera got even closer. Darian stopped for a moment to blink at her, but Otrera didn't look his way, eyes locked on the curvaceous creature underneath him. Even when her leg was pressed to his, and her shoulder touched his, it was Medusa Otrera was looking at. She learned forward like Darian was, but after a while, reached over to take his closer arm and place it on her back.
"You're blocking the view! I wanna see."
Darian chuckled. But, much as he tried to seem confident, he had his hand on the back of a very dangerous woman, while he was gently fucking the breasts of his love, with only inches between them. The amount of things that could go wrong if he said or did a single thing wrong.
Medusa giggled and looked up at the nude Amazon next to him. The gorgon was definitely drunk, and getting drunker still. Probably took time for her snake body to get through all that wine.
"You sssstared at me a lot, that night in the bassement," Medusa said.
"Yeah, couldn't help myself. You two make a great couple. And... you really have an amazing rack."
Medusa erupted into a full onset of laughter. "You and Darian, you're sssso clossse now."
"I guess we reconciled a bit, yeah." Otrera smirked at Darian, a touch of cocky, a touch of silly, a touch of drunk, and a touch of sincere.
Medusa, a giggling mess and giggling still, reached out with her free hand and placed it upon Otrera's nearby leg. "You're... you, umm... you... want to join usssssssss? But only if Darian agrees!"
Darian gulped. A beautiful, albeit scary warrior of raven hair and a queenly smile was grinning at him while she waited for his response. His hand was on her naked back, his other hand to the blankets to support him as he slid his cock along his love's breasts. Breast, now that she'd let one fall so she could invite Otrera to partake with exploring fingers. Very exploring. Medusa's fingertips slid back and forth along Otrera's leg, feeling her hard quad muscles and teasing them.
"What about Chimera?" he said.
The three looked over at the beast, but Chimera dismissed them with a small wave of his hand. He was watching Pinna struggle to manage his length, to deal with its girth filling her hands while she tried to continue kissing and licking it, and sometimes rubbing it along her breasts. And Gallea was taking a strange joy in making it difficult for her, his hands on his wife's hips, the two of them on their knees, his cock easing in and out of her from behind in slow, deep strokes.
"He looks good to me," Otrera said. She smiled at him, but he could see a moment's doubt there, a touch of worry on her queenly face. It only made her more attractive.
"I'd love for her to join ussss," Medusa said to Darian, putting on a brave face. But more than that too, Darian could see. A little temptation, a little seductress in her too.
The queen grinned like a chipmunk, and lay down beside Medusa. She wasted no time, and nudged herself in until she was on her side, with her chest against Medusa's arm. A little wriggling later, she got Medusa's arm behind her neck, so her chest was against Medusa's side instead, and the gorgon's heavy breast rested against Otrera's. The only thing separating Otrera and Medusa was Darian's leg by their waist and hips, and that didn't stop Otrera much, content to press her naked body against it.
"Like a pillow," the queen said as she snuggled into Medusa's chest, and raised a hand to hold the gorgon's breast by the underside. "Gods damn it Medusa, that is... so... heavy, and... soft." With Medusa's arm trapped under Otrera's neck, the serpent's nearer breast was undefended, and Otrera had free reign to lean down toward it, and nudge her nose it the softness that awaited her. Her hand underneath cupped the weight of the breast, squeezed, massaged, and jiggled it a little with playful fingers.
Darian had done all those things the first time he'd touch them. Bah, who was he kidding. He did that every time he touched them.
Medusa's blush returned. It was the first time someone had touched her in ages other than Darian, and he could see her struggling to deal with the new stimulation. But the serpent was far too drunk to get shy or self conscious, and once she realized two people were playing with her, she started to mewl.
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e pushed the breast in toward Medusa's sternum. "Go ahead."
Darian groaned down at the sight below him, of Medusa holding one of her enormous breasts onto her chest, and Otrera holding the other. Medusa looked trapped between sleeping drunk and deliriously horny, while Otrera was grinning up at Darian from below like a demon. The queen's eyes drifted up and down his body before she licked her lips, and winked at him.
Scary, but very hot. And with Medusa at the center of it, he couldn't help but continue to slide his wet, aching cock back into the underside of her cleavage once more.
He wasn't going to last much longer. After the strip tease, touching himself, the short-lived sex, and having fucked her breasts moments before, it all started to culminate. His glans was so swollen, each graze of Medusa's soft skin along it sent sparks of pleasure down his length. His precum dripped from him, lubricated the already wet skin, and let him ease his hips forward a little faster.
But it was the pair of eyes gazing up at him that pushed him over. It was one thing to have Medusa's snake eyes smiling up at him, but to have Otrera's as well, the villainous little she-devil, was too much. He leaned down further, hands gripping the blankets over Medusa's hair, and he thrust hard enough to make her breasts bounce against him. Each stroke sent a twitch of pleasure down his cock, forcing his muscles to squeeze and fight against the pouring bliss of warmth building between his legs.
Cum gushed through his length, and his thrusting slowed to a gentle, loving pace as the first squirt of the hot fluid poured out of him. The sweet bliss of climax, of the tingling heat of his semen spilling from his cock earned a low moan from him. But better was how the second gentle thrust earned another, this time his cock coated with his own cum. He struggled to keep his eyes open, to see what was happening, but each slow thrust sent a powerful jolt of pleasure down his length as his engorged glans buried itself in the tight cleavage of Medusa's breasts, and the pool of his cum within.
"Gods," Otrera said.
"Oh, ssso... warm."
He finally managed to open his eyes, and he groaned at the sight. While Medusa was looking up at him, Otrera stared at the flowing white in the gorgon's cleavage, trickling out from the bed of softness, up onto her sternum, and out along her collar. Another forward motion, deep into her breasts, just enough to poke the head of his cock out from her cleavage and expose the cum-soaked flesh, earned yet another wave of his cum. It came out slow, dripping out of him in thick drops and onto his love's chest, before he pulled back a bit and enjoyed the softness of her soaked breasts enveloping every inch of his twitching length.
Finally done, he pulled out, and straightened his back to sit up straight. His cock stood out at an upward angle, dripping of white cum.
Medusa and Otrera slowly let go of her breasts, unveiling the bed of white he'd created that soaked her flesh from underneath her breasts all the way up to her collar. Otrera stared at it, her mouth parted slightly, and her eyes almost rolling upward the longer she looked.
"That," she said, "was very, very hot. I... fuck it."
The Amazon queen twisted a bit to face Medusa even more, now completely on her side. With her free hand, she reached out, scooped up Medusa's further breasts, and started to massage it. She spread Darian's cum, kneading the white liquid into Medusa's breast with finger and palm. Medusa's other breast fell quickly under the assault of the queen's lips, her puffy areola disappearing into the queen's mouth as she devoured her.
Darian stared, unable to tear his eyes away. Medusa blinked up at him in surprise, before her eyes closed and her free hand raised to touch her lips.
"Otrera! I... nn... nng!"
Darian did nothing. Nothing to do, but watch the deadly warrior bury her face into his lover's breast, and suckle. Her tongue reached out from between her lips, circled the gorgon's areola, before Otrera again pulled the whole nipple into her mouth. Her other hand seemed intent on spreading Darian's cum around. It fell into the valley of Medusa's breasts, filling the space between her fingers in white, before it spread the waves onto Medusa's other breast, under it, around it, and onto her swollen nipple, before Otrera started to massage the pink, engorged skin with her fingertips.
Medusa managed one quick, shy, shocked peek at Darian, before her eyes closed again. Someone else was going to make her cum. And it was beautiful.
Her whines turned into squeaks and whimpers as Medusa started to tremble. Otrera ceased devouring her, or at least not as ravenously, and her massaging hand eased up on Medusa's nipple. Instead, it fell to the underside of her breasts, and continued to rub Darian's cum into her skin with teasing fingertips. Whenever the size of Medusa's breast overflowed Otrera's hand, the Amazon slid her fingers underneath it into the crevice of flesh, along outside it, and back upon it to circle the mound with white, all while Medusa came with her other nipple in Otrera's mouth.
After a while, Otrera raised her head, and grinned at the panting gorgon. "I knew another girl who could cum with her tits once. But she looked nothing like you." Again, Otrera leaned in, and planted a few more kisses along Medusa's nearest breast as the gorgon finally started to open her eyes.
Darian started breathing again. Didn't know when he stopped. "I um... I..."
"Still hard?" Otrera said.
Darian looked down, half at his member, half at the glorious display. Still very much hard, and after that, it wasn't going away any time soon.
"Good." Otrera winked at him, and got back to her knees. She crawled behind Medusa, slipped her hands under the limp gorgon's shoulders, and lifted her a bit while she got underneath her.
A second later, Medusa was leaning back against Otrera's stomach, her head between Otrera's breasts. The Amazon's legs were spread out so she was sitting on her ass, giving Darian the room to remain straddled on Medusa's stomach, even as Medusa was raised up a bit on an angle with her back along Otrera's abdomen.
Medusa did look very exhausted, drunk, happy, but tired. Her arms dangled over Otrera's legs, and she tried to smile up at Darian or the Amazon, but it seemed to take too much effort, and she let her head fall back against Otrera's sternum.
"Snake hair. Feels weird, doesn't it?" Otrera said, smiling at Darian. "Kinda tickles."
"They do."
Otrera chuckled, and looked down the exhausted woman's body. "Kinda wanted to do this ever since I saw you two fuck, that first night we got drunk."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, just... seeing her enjoy it so much? And not just enjoy giving you pleasure, but also receiving it like this? So. Fucking. Hot." Otrera reached down, and cupped the outside edges of Medusa's heavy breasts. "Man you really soaked her."
"You know, Chimera's going to get jealous at some point," he said. But a grin marked the tease.
"Hey, I'll treat him later. Tomorrow, him and I are going to pin Pinna down, and see how much of his cock we can fit inside her."
"What!?" the satyr said.
Darian looked over his shoulder at Pinna. She was only three or four feet away, but he'd forgotten about them. She was on her back, Gallea fucking her on his knees with one of her legs draped over his shoulder. And Pinna had laid herself out so Chimera's heavy cock fell onto her face, where she continued to stroke and kiss it from underneath, her head on the blankets. Or at least it was on the blankets, until Otrera said scared her.
Otrera smirked and dismissed the satyr with a wave before looking back to Darian and Medusa. Darian knew she wasn't lying. The woman was scary.
Scary, and gorgeous. The whole situation was changing his view of her, very quickly. And her him, he could see, as she stared him up and down, gaze lingering on his chest, his abdomen, and his twitching cock still standing upright and demanding attention.
"So, um... get in here," she said.
Darian nodded, and slid forward a little. With Medusa leaning back against Otrera, Darian found a perfect spot to straddle the gorgon, weight on his knees, butt touching her stomach, and his cock resting against the valley of her breasts. His testicles nudged along his cum that trickled underneath her sternum, and his length fell between her breasts with his glans several inches below her collar, her cum-soaked pillows against his thighs.
It all came together when Otrera pressed Medusa's breasts together.
The queen grinned at Darian, and started to massage the gorgon's breasts. Medusa didn't fight it, she just lay there against Otrera's stomach, and mewled as the warrior's hands caressed her heavy bust while also pressing them together to squish them against Darian's cock. His cum had already covered one of her breasts thanks to Otrera, but the Amazon took the time to spread his seed around the other, before pressing her breasts together again.
"You know Darian, I don't think I ever thanked you properly," she said.
"... you want to talk about that now?" He blinked at the smiling devil, and then down at the beauty of what she was doing. Medusa's eyes were half open, and she smiled up at Darian as she relaxed more against Otrera's chest, her exhausted body only capable of moans and mewls anymore. They turned to whines and squeaks when Otrera took Medusa's nipples into her hands, and started to knead them directly.
"Spared my life, gave me a purpose, helped me find... a lot of stuff." The queen smirked at him, and again pushed Medusa's breasts together, burying his cock in the wet warmth of her cleavage.
"Sure you're not... looking for an excuse... to fondle my lover?" His voice cracked as he struggled to keep focus on what was happening to him, on the sight of the queen's dark fingers against Medusa's pale skin, with his cum collecting in between Otrera's fingers while she massaged the white fluid into the gorgon's bust.
"You really mind?" she said. Before he could say anything, she cupped the underside of Medusa's breasts, and pressed them together a little stronger, enough so Darian shivered a little at how her breasts squeezed around his swollen glans. The touch of cum-soaked skin against the sensitive flesh sent jolts of pleasure through him, made his inner muscles flex, and his hips nudge forward into the tight bed of cleavage Otrera was making for him.
He looked to Medusa, but she was off in lala land, quiet moans and half-closed eyes. Her hands found his back, and she ran her fingertips up and down his spine as he gently fucked her breasts.
"She really gets off on this doesn't she?" Otrera said. "Just having you obsess and fondle and massage and coddle her tits all day."
Medusa giggled some more, drunk as ever. "Darian knows! He... he likesss them."
"Everyone likes them." Otrera rolled her eyes, and let Medusa's breasts fall back to the sides of her ribs with their weight. She cupped them, slid her fingers along their contours, their undersides where they overflowed her palms, before she pushed them back together again. With a bit more grip, her fingers sinking into the huge pillows, she moved Medusa's breasts up and down in an opposite motion to Darian. No longer just playing with Medusa's body, the Amazon was actively trying to pleasure him, using her breasts.
He thought he'd last longer, having cum only minutes before, but Otrera knew what she was doing. She laughed too, and pressed Medusa's breasts in toward his thighs when he eased his hips forward, so her cum-soaked pillows overflowed his pelvis. And with how Otrera was squishing them together, his cock remained completely buried.
The pleasure started. His breathing quickened and his body started to shiver a little more, as the growing warmth under his testicles sent pleasure up through his length. And Medusa's breasts, engulfing and massaging his aching glans, sent more of the blissful sparks down his length back into him.
"I think he's going to cum again," Otrera said.
"Yessss. I... love it... when he cums..." Medusa moved her hands back around to his chest, and she traced her tiny claws up and down his body while he struggled to keep from cumming. "When he cums, it'sssssss... warm... and... his." Oh gods, Medusa was smiling up at him, giving her tender 'fuck me' eyes, and teasing his arms and chest with her fingertips.
He couldn't resist that. A hard clench of his inner muscles, and then once he released them, a gush of his seed spilled out of him and into her cleavage.
"Came already? Damn. Was hoping to do this for a while." The evil succubus queen squished Medusa's breasts harder, enough to make the gorgon squirm a little. And make Darian groan. The tightness of her cleavage, soaked in cum and squeezing his cock, forced his seed to pool between her breasts where they met. And each gush, making him shudder in the pleasure of his fluid pouring out of him, increased the pool of white of where Otrera kept her breasts together. The Amazon made sure to milk him of each squirt, squeezing Medusa together in a gentle fucking rhythm with him, until his fluids were dripping up and over her breasts, and down her sides and ribs.
When the cum stopped and his breathing came back, he leaned forward, hands against Medusa's shoulders to brace himself. It put his head only a foot away from Otrera's, and she grinned at him as he struggled to recover.
"Feel good?" she said, still massaging Medusa's breasts, and his cock in turn.
"Fucking... yes..."
"Good. Least I can do for you, considering all the shit I've caused. Now back up a bit."
He quirked a brow at her, but she seemed insistent, with a demon smile and eyes looking him up and down. And when he did slip away a few inches, Otrera let Medusa's breasts spread apart.
A river of cum coated the valley between serpent's breasts, and down her sternum to her stomach. Both Fate's Children stared down at it, and both groaned. Otrera seemed a little more preoccupied with Medusa though, her eyes lingering on the gorgon's soft body.
At least Darian figured, until Otrera reached out, and put a hand around his cock.
"H... hey..."
"Problem?" she said, grinning while she squeezed the base of his member, and brought her hand up to the tip. Her grip, soaked in cum, had little trouble gliding along his girth, stopping at the base edge of the head of his length, and massaging it with a milking motion. More drops of his cum dripped from him, falling into the white that coated Medusa's sternum.
"Hey!" Medusa frowned up at Otrera, but it didn't last. Her eyes trailed along Otrera's wrist to where the warrior was squeezing Darian's cock, and as Medusa's hands settled on his hips, she stared at the ripe glans of his cock dripping more drops of fluid.
"Oh, I'm sorry." With a chuckle, Otrera let go of him once the cum stopped, and put her hands back on Medusa's breasts. "Little baby girl wants all the attention."
"I'm not... a baby... nnng." Medusa's eyes closed as Otrera again began to massage Darian's cum over her breasts. And with the renewed pool of white, the Amazon had little trouble spreading the thick fluid's strands over Medusa's nipples. "You're... the baby." Hard to speak, with exhausted whimpers working into her voice as Otrera teased her.
"Feel like I'm taking advantage of her," Otrera said.
"You're not! I'm... not... drunk." Medusa tossed her head from side to side for a second, like a child stirring from slumber. "And... you can... keep doing that."
"Mmm?"
"That... thaaaat." The serpent reached out for Otrera's hands, removed them from her breasts, and placed the Amazon's cum-soaked fingers around his shaft once more. Medusa's hands fell away, slipped down onto his legs, before sneaking behind him to pull him forward again. Like before, his shaft stuck out from his body, his balls nudging against her stomach, head of his cock teasing along the river of white between her breasts.
The Amazon laughed. "Still hard?" Her eyes looked him up and down again, and lingered on his shaft. Like Medusa, his shaft was covered in cum, and Darian shivered as his muscles flexed, forcing his cock to raise and twitch with need.
"Y-yeah..."
"Twice is a lot. Three times though? Something turning you on more than usual?" The she-demon reached out for him again, and this time, used both hands.
Darian gasped, and put his hands onto Medusa's wrists, her own grip on his hips. With Otrera snug behind Medusa's back, and Darian snug against Medusa's stomach, the Amazon didn't have to reach far to get her fingers around him. One hand went deep, fingers nudging against his testicles and spreading his cum over them. The other gripped closer to the tip, with her fingers lightly working back and forth along the base edge of the bulbous glans. Each stroke, tender, precise, and practiced, sent more jolts of pleasure down his length. But he was thoroughly drained; she wouldn't be getting him to orgasm in seconds this time.
All for the better, because he was loving it. Groans and gasps kept escaping him, even when he tried to keep quiet, but Otrera would have none of it. She reached further, massaged and teased his balls, spreading his cum around, before sliding her fingers up to grip and squeeze him at the base, tight fingers stroking him a little harder. But her grip near his swollen-to-burst glans was softer, and found a pleasant, massaging tension around its base edge, with each small stroke earning waves of pleasure that knocked the wind out of him.
"Everything's soaked," she said. "Covered everything in your cum. Such a mess."
"Well... you had to... ask for it... and... molest my fiancee... make... a mess." Good gods talking was difficult. The pleasure was almost painful, her wet, warm fingers squeezing and gripping with just the right pressure on the head of his cock. It was sensitive, swollen, begging for something to touch it, and Otrera obliged as her palm and squeezing fingers slid over it, covered it, before easing back down to its edge to stroke and knead it there.
"Well, your fiancee seems like the sort to really enjoy it messy." Otrera, chuckling, let go of his shaft, placed her hands along Medusa's stomach above where his pelvis rested against her, and cupped her hands. Her palms moved up the valley between Medusa's breast, and collected his cum. When she had enough to fill one of her palms, she brought it back up to his shaft, and squeezed. The thick fluid filled into the crevices between her fingers, and all along his length as she started to stroke him again.
"I... I do... he's... all over me... I'm ssssso horrible." Medusa blushed, frowned, smiled, grinned, frowned again, and shook her head. But her eyes eventually drifted back to what Otrera was doing to him, and her mouth opened as she watched the thick drops of cum fall from Otrera's fingers back onto her bosom.
The Amazon grinned down at the serpent. "You are pretty horrible. I remember that other night you got drunk. I remember how much you liked having your man's cum on your skin. I thought I was bad, Medusa, but... you really...turn into a sexual animal when you get some wine in you."
"Wine!" Medusa smiled, eyes wide. "We... we should have more wine."
"No. I think you've had enough." Otrera rolled her eyes. But her eyes went wide a second later, and she looked around over her shoulder as Medusa's tail started to nudge against the back of her.
Darian's turn to chuckle. The Amazon didn't know what it felt like to have a colossal snake body slide across your skin, the unusual softness of a snake's scales, the massaging motion of snake muscles slithering over a surface. Soon the two of them were surrounded in a big coil of the gorgon's serpent half.
"... feel like she's going to eat me," Otrera said.
"No! I would never! I... I'm... a niccce lady... mmmm." Just like that, she dropped the one thought, and moved onto the next, back to Darian and what Otrera's hands were doing to him. Her own hands drifted around his hips from behind, toward his shaft, and underneath to tease, caress, and massage his testicles as Otrera continued to stroke his length.
Four sets of hands on him. Two incredibly beautiful women. Fingers gripping, and squeezing his shaft, everything wet with his own cum. He didn't last long.
Another wave of his cum filled his cock before squirting into Otrera's palm. The Amazon groaned, and squeezed. Her grip tightened around the base edge of his glans, and started to milk him with tight strokes, each one forcing powerful waves of bliss down his length that made his body shudder. Shudders turned into more groans as Otrera spread his fluids over the head of his cock as he squirted onto her hand, the she-demon making her own small moans as she massaged his fresh cum into the skin of member.
"I think he likes it," Otrera said, and she smiled down at Medusa before she resumed milking him. His white cum dripped from her hands, spilling over her palm and fingers, until it landed onto Medusa's breasts yet again.
"Mhmm. Darian... loves... to cum on me." The gorgon intermingled her fingers with Otrera's, and squeezed in gentle spurts, earning more groans from him as the two stroked and massaged his twitching shaft. Another wave of cum gushed into their awaiting hands, and Medusa giggled as it slid down her palms, wrists, and onto her breasts. Three orgasms meant his inner muscles ached a little as they flexed in spasms, but it was worth it, as another wave of pleasure coursed through him, before a final wave of the tingling, warm fluid squirted out of him into the Amazon's grip.
Otrera let go of him, finally, and set her hands back on Medusa's bosom. While the serpent was content to continue stroking him while his orgasm faded, Otrera gazed down with hungry eyes at the ridiculous amount of white that covered Medusa's breasts. And again, Otrera set her dripping palms upon the enormous pillows, and began to caress them, fingers tracing lines through the white.
"We should... we should do this again sometime?" Otrera said.
"Yesss!" Medusa squeezed her tail around the two of them a bit more before loosening it. "Yesssss, because... this was... a lot more fun... than I thought it'd be."
Darian tried to acknowledge, but his eyes were stuck on the sight of the Amazon kneading the huge pillows of softness. No shame, no shame at all. But, Medusa seemed to be enjoying Otrera's utter shamelessness, and he had to admit, she knew how to put on a show.
Some squeaks drew their attention. They turned to look at Pinna and Gallea, and all of them made a tiny groaning sound, again.
The little satyr woman was trembling, her hoof shaking by Gallea's head as he fucked her, her other leg between his along the blankets. She was squeaking and groaning, and doing her best to manage Chimera's cock as it rested upon her. With her on her back beside his pelvis, and Chimera still on his side, the giant watched, and rumbled, as the little satyr woman tried to kiss and stroke him. But from how her body was quivering, Pinna was trapped somewhere between an orgasm, and stimulating Chimera.
Which only seemed to please the giant. A wave of white poured over Pinna's lips, splashing down over her chin and neck, before she managed to realize what was happening. She reoriented herself, placed the head of the enormous shaft on her lips so it aimed over her breasts, while she stroked and massaged the girth of it from underneath. But her hands couldn't stay steady as Gallea thrust into her, and she moaned into Chimera's glans as his cum filled her mouth, overflowed down her jaw and neck like a stream of white, before gushing down over her breasts.
Darian thought that Gallea might have been a bit uncomfortable, seeing his wife covered like that, but he only increased his speed, and slammed his hips harder into his wife until she squeaked with each thrust. Well, the man and wife did have a history of group sex, it was probably normal sex play for him. Maybe not with a giant, but still.
"Ah, that's my queue." Otrera raised her hands, wiped them off on Medusa's arms — to her chagrin — and slipped out from behind her. With another wink for Darian, she crawled toward the three like a cat, back arched deep, and large ass swaying with each stride.
Really loved to put on a show. And so did Medusa, once she had some wine in her. Probably the only thing the two women had in common.
Darian looked back down at Medusa. She tried to look back up at him, but her head collapsed onto the blankets where Otrera had been. Smiles and giggles, she raised her hands to her breasts, and resumed the messy display where Otrera had stopped, fingers kneading into her overflowing breasts until his cum left strands along her nipples.
Or at least, she tried to resume. She lasted maybe fifteen seconds before her head fell back, eyes closed, and the telltale hiss of a snake snore started.
Darian raised a brow, and reached down to poke her. No response. Poke again, no response.
"You can't be serious. Medusa, wake up, you're covered in sex and need a bath."
"Sss... Sssssssss."
He sank his face in his palm, and scooted up behind her. Hands under her shoulders, her weight on his palms, he lifted her up.
"Medusa."
"Sss." Her snake hair went limp over his forearms, her arms too, and her head rolled from side to side as she stirred. And after dragging her maybe ten feet, the total weight of her massive snake body stopped him.
"Fine fine, I'll get some water and some cloths." Laughing, he set the lovely creature back down, and walked past the four others.
Chimera looked absolutely content, his eye closed, his breathing slow and deep, with rumbles and purrs oh plenty. Pinna was still underneath him, in more control now, still suckling on his cock while actively milking his girth with both hands to force more drops out onto her lips. Her whole chest, neck, and chin were covered in white, more than Darian's three orgasms had done to Medusa. Otrera had gotten quite comfortable behind Gallea, and she had her hands on his abdomen, around his cock, and was stroking his length while keeping the tip inside the shivering Pinna.
Mental note: alcohol and Medusa meant dancing and a little voyeurism; alcohol and Otrera equaled orgy.
He rolled his eyes, and walked through his new home. Not the first luxurious place he'd ever lived, but the first time he didn't glance around the corners looking for threats and dangers. Just him and the flickering fires as he threw a cloth over his shoulder, retrieved a bucket of water, and sauntered back to his friends.
He set the bucket down near Medusa, and as he wet the cloth, he glanced back at the four again. Otrera was conducting the two satyrs, arranging them into positions, and indulging herself in sexual pleasures the married couple seemed quite happy to share.
His friends were all lascivious, lewd, salacious, carnal... every word he could think to describe horny and shameless; Medusa was no better. His fiancee started moaning quietly as he began cleaning her skin with the cloth. Even Pegasus had been given a few mares to treat himself, and he'd been taking advantage.
His friends. He laughed, and glanced back at the four others, before looking back down at his comatose love and her hiss-filled snoring.
Couldn't be happier. | null | [] |
Blood covered the landscape thousands of warriors both dead and alive those who were not dead were badly wounded. No one said anything no one made a noise. Then suddenly a roar in the distance broke the silence. It was like sound from the deepest bowels of hell. A terrified look was on everyone's face something was wrong so wrong. We had not won the fight. The sun began to set and I saw it. It was already to dark to see it properly I saw two eyes glowing in the darkness coming towards us. I hear someone in the darkness. I hear a voice calling to me. 'Violet you have to wake up.' 'WAKE UP'. I gave a jerk and woke up I was in a classroom at college sitting next to me was Elaine the class was empty. 'Huh Elaine where's the rest of the class are we early' She stared at me exasperatedly 'no class ended eight minutes ago dummy'. 'I missed it again' 'Yes you did what the hells up with you lately? No wait I don't want to here it lets get out of here before you go comatose again' I was about to contradict her when I saw the look on her face she looked worried. 'Okay lets get out of here I'll explain it over coffee on me.' 'Sure as long as you're paying for the coffee.'
Later at the coffee hut Elaine sat in front of me. 'So what's up you did say you would tell me after all.' I looked at my coffee in front of me and wondered if I should tell her about the dreams. Maybe I should I mean me and Elaine have been friends for as long as I can remember. When I thought about I just had to compare the both of us. I mean Elaine is a curvy slim senorita 28 year old Spanish chick. She also has dark brown hair and amber eyes. And I was a skinny 25 year old with incredibly pale skin and violet eyes. And get this my hair is white. I mean it's not like I'm albino or anything the doctors have told me so countless times. But what gets me is how different we are and it's not just how we look its how we were brought up. She's a fifth generation rich kid she was brought up in a lap of luxury. I was brought up in an orphanage and adopted by Elaine's family when I was 5 ever since then we've been sisters Elaine always took care of me. we went to the same schools together graduated together went to the same college right here in America. Of course I could tell her I shouldn't even have to think about it. I got back to Elaine she looked annoyed 'I can not believe you zoned out on me again.' I grimaced 'Sorry I was just thinking.' She raised an eyebrow at me 'What were you thinking about exactly?' 'Oh you know this and that.' 'You're always thinking about this and that.' She looked at me expectantly 'What know' I said starting to get annoyed. She looked at me with disbelief 'What the hell did you want to tell me? 'Oh sorry almost forgot. Well you see it kind of started with these dreams.' I started explained everything about the nightmares and the shadows. I even told her about the sudden feeling of being followed that had developed lately. The strange feeling of being watched everywhere I went. When id finished I looked her in the eye. 'So what do you think?' That was when I saw it something in her eyes it reminded me of the dream the glowing eyes coming towards me. Then the look disappeared had I just imagined or had that look of hatred really been there I didn't understand it I couldn't even imagine Elaine hating me. It was just one of those impossible thoughts for me. Just a thought I couldn't believe. But then again what did I know I mean I didn't know everything that Elaine thought maybe she did hate me. She took in a deep breath and blew it out again 'Well I can't possibly say I've heard weirder things because if I did I would be a liar.' 'I knew it you think I'm crazy.' 'No no it's not that it's just a little strange that all these dreams are based on the same theory.' That confused me 'What do you mean what theory?' She was silent for a few seconds then she spoke 'Well they're all in a setting of war and the way you explained it an incredibly violent war.' We left each other and went to our own apartments I had chosen a flat downtown Elaine had been sceptical about it. But I liked it. It was a bit dark a gloomy I kept promising I would do it up give it a makeover but I hadn't got round to it yet. I went to bed wondering if I had been right to tell Elaine about the dreams. While thinking I heard a noise upstairs a banging noise. I was sick of that idiot upstairs making noise all the time it was enough that he had parties up there. Now he was just trying to piss me off. I got up and went out into the landing and took one flight of stairs up. The building was completely deserted the only people who lived here was me, old Miss Maguire who was practically deaf and couldn't hear a thing so she wasn't really bothered. And this idiot on the top floor this building had five floors. The old lady was on the bottom floor and I was on the fourth. He just couldn't keep quiet for five minutes. I walked along the landing as I got closer to the door I began to hear voices. Suddenly a crashing sound and the door flew of the hinges and the body of my neighbour hit the wall. Someone stepped out into the hall his hands were covered in blood his head turned to look at me.
Chapter one | is it a dream or a nightmare? by fox kitsune OwO | [
"Bisexual",
"Dream",
"Human",
"School",
"Vampire"
] |
Relaxation The purse hit the floor with an audible thud, missing the seat of the chair she was aiming for completely. The coat made a slightly more graceful landing across the arm of the sofa. The door didn’t fare nearly so well, as she kicked it swiftly closed with a slam that shook the apartment.
Deftly her fingers hurried to unclasp her bra, its continued presence offending her after the day she’d had. Shaking a few times, she managed to pull it free from under her blouse, and tossed it on the nearest door knob, which happened to be the bathroom’s. Rubbing her tender mounds of flesh, now free of their daily prison, she let out a contented sigh. Sliding into the bathroom, she took a moment to pull out some make-up removing cloths and wipe down her face. The heavy bags under her eyes told her exactly how exhausted she really was.
The day had been awful. Absolutely awful. No, it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. She quirked a smile at the memories of that book. Still, so many things had gone wrong for her. Hours of screaming bosses, coworkers, and clients. She just wanted to pull her hair out in frustration. She desperately needed some downtime.
Returning to her purse, she gathered it up off the floor and pulled out her phone, thankfully unharmed. She popped open the contacts and hit speed dial for her favorite takeut place. There was no way she was going to try to cook tonight. Tonight, it would be Chinese.
“China Dragon.” The voice said on the other end of the line.
She thought a second before just defaulting to her usual. “Yes, I’d like an order of Moo Shu Pork and fried rice, oh and three spring rolls please.” “One Moo Shu Pork, Fried Rice, order of spring rolls. You want anything else?” The clipped response came over the line to the sound of yelling in the background in Mandarin.
She could also hear the banging of pans in the background. They must be busy tonight she reasoned. “No, that’ll be all.”
“Seventeen ninety-five. Pick up or delivery?” He said quickly.
“Delivery.” She rattled off her phone number and paid by credit card.
He paused a moment, more yelling ensued with his coworkers. “Twenty, thirty, minutes, okay?”
“Yep.” She barely got it out before the phone went dead.
Hanging up the phone, she put the kettle on and found some tea bags. It wasn’t green tea, but there were some nice Raspberry Spice teabags in the cupboard. She set that out, ready to steep when the water heated. Satisfied she set out a plate or two to the side, and took a moment to refill the cat food. This prompted the patter of feet from some hidden spot as Malcolm came running for his dinner.
She petted the giant orange fuzzball a moment, and then went into the bathroom again. This time she turned on the hottest water into the giant jacuzzi tub that had been a major selling point for her. Then she went to find her tv tray.
The tub was starting to steam, and the kettle was just starting to whistle when the doorbell rang. Grabbing the food, she made sure to tip the driver well. Pouring out the hot water she set in a tea bag while she dumped half the delicious smelling contents of the bag onto the plate and stuck the extra in the refrigerator for the next day. Malcolm nosed around, but she shooed him away while she finished prepping everything.
This didn’t bother Malcolm, as her returned to weave under her feet while she carried the tea and plate into the bathroom where the tub was full and waiting on her. She snapped off the water and started the jets while she disrobed, her skirt and blouse hitting the floor, followed by the balled-up mess of her nylons. She needed to throw them out as they’d gotten a bad run in them earlier in the day. Her panties followed, accidentally landing on Malcolm’s head, eliciting a protest from the cat.
Giving herself a quick rub down she reveled in the freedom. Her dinner ready, her tablet on the tv tray too, she took an extra moment to give herself a good scratch before starting to lift her leg over the edge of the tub’s edge.
Just then a chirp came from the other room. Her phone. “No fucking way.” She said, cussing as she dashed back out to the other room, wishing she could ignore the chime. Her naked form casting interesting shadows on the walls of the apartment as she checked the phone. It was work. Fuck work. She snapped the phone off, powering it completely off. They could go fuck themselves today. She was over it.
The bathroom was nice and steamy when she returned, the tub bubbling and ready for her. She slid herself in to the nearly scalding water, wincing just a bit as sensitive bits hit the water for the first time. A smile on her face for the first time all day, she settled in to the luxurious seated jets that pulsed up and down her body. A chance for her to unwind and relax.
Half an hour later she tilted her cup back, draining the last of the tea. The plate was empty, as she’d devoured the pork and two of the spring rolls. She debated grabbing the tablet to read, but right now she just wanted to luxuriate in the tub. The water was still pleasantly warm, and the jets continued to kneed her sore muscles.
A fresh cloud of steam curled about the room and about her head as she breathed a deep sigh of relief. She needed to let herself go, truly relax, and let herself be free. Slowly she slid her nails across her thighs, feeling the heat massaging the sore muscles. Maybe tonight wasn’t such a bad night to let herself out. The nails dug deeper. The skin under them beginning to split.
She groaned as the gashes grew wider. The soft skin pulling away revealing the mix of golden yellow and dusky crimson underneath. She flexed her hands again, but this time the nails bit deep into her arms, shredding skin sloughing off as more crimson peeked through. Layer by layer, she flayed bits of skin off, her humanity slowly dissolving into the foam about the tub. She wiggled her hips, now tight in the tub’s seat, as she soaked up the heat from the water, her own internal furnace stoking as she began to heat the water herself.
Slowly she let her body stretch out. Her claws clicked loudly under the water, the hard surface of the tub creating a staccato sound. She wiggled a bit, lifting her ass, as her tail started to grow out, careful to curl it out around herself, so she would not sit on it. Her nose, already beginning its journey away from her face, had split and the small jets of smoke and steam poured from her nostrils on either side of her small horn. She rubbed her hair, feeling the scales emerge, and the horns that burst through her scalp, curving back, their tips tapping lightly against the titled wall.
Yawning wider than any human ever could, she felt her inner fires reach their full temperature, the water about her beginning to bubble from the heat as it reached near boiling. The jets of superheated water polishing her scales as much as they kneaded her muscles into relaxation. Malcolm wandered in to see what all the fuss was about. He sniffed her a few times, his nose wrinkling at the smokey smell, and he declined the proffered offer of pets with a very wet dragon claw. She shrugged, and let herself settle back in.
Her claws drifted though, slipping down between her thick thighs for some intimate pleasure. She smiled, as only dragon’s can smile, as her class found the tender gap in her scaly armor. She slid one talon in carefully, sliding slowly in and out as she let herself writhe slightly in the steaming bath. Her stress melting away with the personalized attention and warmth.
Lifting her claw free she blew a small jet of flame out into her palm, watching the water evaporate. Satisfied with her self-care now she mused on the day, wondering how many of her coworkers would crap their pants if they knew they were really playing with fire. She mused on this, amused at the idea of eating her coworkers, not that she liked humans. Too gamey, and fattening, but after the day she’d had, it was a delightful dream to see the bitch in accounting fried to a crisp.
The only downside was that she’d have to regrow that skin again. She could leave that for tomorrow morning. For now, she was going to enjoy her well-deserved evening of relaxation. | null | [] |
'You know how to sew, right Chelsea?' Dean asked.
Chelsea had had a little crush on Dean for as long as she could remember. They had done martial arts together as teenagers, and now that they were studying their post-grads at different universities, the only time they saw each other was at yearly gathering with the old teammates when everyone was back in town for Christmas.
Chelsea felt her cheeks grow warm as Dean addressed her.
*God, he's looking right at me with those gorgeous deep brown eyes.*
'Yeah, I mean I can take pants up or sew on a button.'
Dean grinned, his perfectly straight teeth showing. 'Awesome! One of my favourite shirts had the pocket torn off on Christmas day by my little niece. Reckon you could swing by and take a look? See if its salvageable? The wife has another family shindig tomorrow, and I'd love to wear that shirt...'
*Oh yeah, Dean's wife...*
Dean's wife was a genius, and a stunner to boot. Because of course. But she was always super aloof and distant in regards to her husband whenever Chelsea had seen her. She thought Dean deserved to be treated a lot better, but that was none of her business, and they seemed happy enough.
Chelsea put thoughts of Dean's wife aside and smiled.
'I can definitely take a look. I've got no plans and a pocket shouldn't take too long anyway. If it's something I can do I could easily have it back to you later tonight or early tomorrow morning. The motel I'm staying at isn't far from your old house. Actually, I think it's just across the road. But no promises! I'm not exactly a tailor.' She smiled self deprecatingly.
Dean looked relieved. 'You're a lifesaver Chels!'
'No promises!' she reiterated, not wanting to let him down.
Two of the other teammates announced their departure. Chelsea checked her watch. 8pm. *We're getting old* she smiled to herself. Though they had spent a few hours at the restaurant, caught up on the news of the past year. Some of these friends had kids at home and family to catch up with. Chelsea thought a little bitterly of her own, not exactly estranged, but definitely distant family. And lack of spouse. *One day when I'm a little less shy, I guess. But for now, at least I have an excuse to spend a bit more time with Dean and dream.* She felt her cheeks warm again. *God, I hope no one can see that...*
'I think I'm ready to call it an evening too.' Dean declared to no one in particular. 'Hey Chels,' he turned to her 'if you're good to go, why don't you come straight back to mine and you can sus out my shirt situation? Pretty please?' He grinned so that his dimples showed.
*Could I ever say no to that?* 'Sure, no problem.'
The rest of the crew said their goodbyes for another year and the two of them headed to Dean's old house. As they walked, He explained how his parents sold it to him a year or two ago, and how he rents it out for most of the year, but keeps it unoccupied so he can use it for the holiday season.
'Oh, this is me.' Chelsea indicated the cheap motel across the road from Dean's street. 'Just let me grab my little travel sewing kit.'
She darted in and swiped her kit into her handbag.
'All good!' she gave Dean the thumbs up across the little carpark.
'Of course, you take a sewing kit with you when you travel. Never change Chels.' Dean grinned and shook his head.
*Oh god, he thinks I'm so lame! Ah well, hell appreciate it when I mend his shirt.*
As they walked though Dean's front door, they recounted the more amusing conversations of the evening and reminisced about old times in the dojo. 'I remember the basics and most of the self-defence, but things like escorting someone off premises and subduing an intruder, I haven't had to practice at all, so I don't really recall' Chelsea was saying as Dean kicked his shoes off.
'Oh, that's easy' Dean said, chucking his keys in the bowl on the hallway table, and taking his wallet and phone out of his pants. 'I haven't had to use it of course, but I do remember it, Here, I'll show you.'
Chelsea popped her bag down and slipped off her heels. She gave a small chuckle. 'Alrighty then, and then I'll take a look at your shirt. So,' She stepped slightly closer to him and reached her hand out towards his wrist. *I wonder if his skin feels as good as he smells?* 'If I'm going to escort you I grab your wrist and- '
'I think its easier if I show you.' Dean interrupted. He grabbed her wrist gently, but definitely firmly, twisted it back on itself and took her crooked elbow in his other hand. Using upwards pressure forcing her to walk on her tippy toes to avoid the awkward sensation of her arm bending in ways it shouldn't.
'Ah, I see. I was almost right' She nervously smiled *I hope he can't tell I'm blushing. His hands are so strong.* He guided her into the master bedroom down the hallway.
'And that's how you do it' Dean released her.
'Well hopefully I never do need to use it, but thanks for the refresher.' Chelsea looked around and realised the rest of the house was dark. 'Is the missus still out or something?'
'Carly is staying with her family a few suburbs away tonight. Her sister just had a baby so they're all busy fawning over the new bub and helping prepare for the massive influx of cousins and distant relatives tomorrow.'
*So, we're here alone.* Chelsea felt her face turn hot again. *There's no way he can't see it this time. Gotta change the subject!*
'So where is this shirt? Ill see if I can't do a quick hand job on it.' Dean's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he cracked his signature half grin, one dimple showing. Chelsea's face dropped. *you fucking knob* she thought. 'I mean, like, hand-stitch it, not like... I didn't mean... obviously...'
Dean's grin just got wider. Chelsea looked at her feet, trying to hide her very obviously red face.
'First,' Dean started 'I'll show you the second bit, and then we can get to the hand job hey?' he laughed.
*Oh good, change the subject. Fuck, you fucking awkward fuck Chels...* she berated herself, beginning to look up.
She felt a weight on her back and realised she was face down on the bed.
'Wha-' *oh, that was really quick*
'Too fast?' Dean asked, his breath hot on her neck.
'Oh, the whole "subduing an intruder" thing...' Chelsea managed to compose a sentence. Dean's whole body was pressing hers into the bed. He held her arms behind her back with one hand, the other pushing her head against the bed with just enough force to subdue her movement. 'I didn't quite catch how you did that.' *Oooooohhhhhh fuck he's right on top of me. Too much.* She felt the heat between her legs. *Too much... he totally knows... He can't not know, it has to be completely obvious.* 'Maybe I should take a look at that shirt pocket and- '
'There is no shirt,' Dean stated matter of fact-ly.
Chelsea froze. Her brain not quite as quick as it should have been. Still face down on the mattress, Dean's weight still pinning her down. *No shirt* she thought. *But that's why I'm here...* The thought echoed for a few moments. *Why would he ask me to fix his shirt if there's no shirt to fix...? He's still on top of me.*
'Umm...' Chelsea's thoughts almost came together. Then she felt the bulge. Her feet were still on the floor, spread apart by Dean's legs so she couldn't find any real purchase. Her legs pressed against the side of the bed, her rear protruding off the edge and her torso and upper body face down on the mattress underneath Dean's. And between her legs, between her cheeks, she felt a definite, hard, bulge.
*Holy fuck. Was that always there? Maybe that's just what guys feel like when they're pressed against you like this.* She felt the heat in her rising again. *You're delusional girl. But why did he ask me over if there's no shirt... He's been pinning me down like this for a while now, what's the go? Is this... flirting? You fucking awkward fuck Chels...*
'Chel-sea' Dean's singsong voice right above her ear interrupted her scattered thoughts. Her heart stopped. And then wouldn't stop, beating faster. She felt her pulse in her wrist, where Dean's hands held hers immobile. She felt it in her neck, just beneath Dean's mouth, his breath hot and moist on her skin. She felt like her racing heartbeat must be completely visible through her skin.
'I... I don-' She stammered. *I don't understand. No way he's into me. No fucking way. And Carly. What is happening?*
'You seem confused Chels.' He breathed into her ear
Chelsea tried to turn over and get up. She barely had any wiggle room beneath Dean. He wasn't a big guy, but he had a strong physique and she felt the weight of his muscles on top of her. As she moved she was reminded of the hardness pressed into her backside. She felt a prickling, tingling sensation creep over her scalp and her arms. The beginnings of perspiration. She knew adrenaline was kicking in. A distinctive moistness arose between her legs. *Keep it fucking together, he's clearly just playing around. Just old teammates having a laugh...*
She giggled nervously, her confusion and uncertainty evident in the tremor in her voice: 'You gunna let me up? I didn't even follow how you "subdued me."'
Dean's response was blunt and flat. He was calm and in no way uncertain. 'You don't seem to understand. I lured you here under false pretences. And I now have you completely at my mercy.' Chelsea heard the smirk in his voice. 'I'm not joking.' He added, just in case Chelsea was hanging on to any illusion that Dean was messing with her.
*Shit. Is this happening?* Dean tightened his grip on her wrists. Chelsea uttered an involuntary 'unh' in response. Then she felt him grind his bulging mass into her backside. She gasped. *He didn't hear that. God, I am not enjoying this,* Chelsea thought. But another part of her pleaded *more.*
'No...' she tried to protest. 'Dean,'
"Here's what's going to happen. I am going to do whatever the fuck I want with you. With your body. I am going to make you do things. I think you're going to enjoy it. I can feel your heat.' He pressed hard against her. She felt sure that the wetness in her panties must surely start to show through the thin fabric of her dress soon. She resisted the bodily instinct to push back against him. *I did not agree to this. Not like this.* The feeling of vulnerability was paralysing. *This isn't Dean. This isn't real.*
Dean continued "But you do have an option. If you say, "caramel milkshake" I will stop. You'll be free to walk out of here. You can fill out a police report for sexual abuse, rape, whatever.'
*Like a safe word?* 'Ca-' Dean allowed Chelsea to get a single syllable out before clamping his hand over her lips. Chelsea's eyes widened, realising the extent of control Dean had over her.
'There will be consequences though.' Dean took his hand of her mouth and reached into his back pocket. He threw a small pile of home-printed photos in front of her face. Chelsea struggled to focus on the images, her face so close to them. When her eyes adjusted she recognised herself. Naked. Eyes closed. Kneeling on the motel bed, and very visibly enjoying one hand pleasuring her pussy, the other hand with one finger obviously buried in her asshole. Chelsea's stomach leapt into her throat. The photo was slightly pixelated, obviously zoomed in, the photo being captured from an angle that was just right to see over the top of the bookshelf that obscured the majority of the view from the window, and from some distance *Like with a zoom lens from a two-story house just across the street...* but there was no mistaking the identity of the woman or what she as doing. *And I was fucking thinking about Dean too.* The sweat beaded on her forehead, threatening to trickle down the side of her face.
Dean continued: 'If you don't want to cooperate, I know a certain conservative Christian microbiology professor who would probably not appreciate being sent compromising photos of one of his employees. Especially if that employee would be about due for a promotion...' Dean took his hand away from her mouth and wiped away the bead of sweat from Chelsea's temple with a gentle finger. 'I sure don't want to have a negative effect on your career.' Dean let the end of his sentence linger, the threat palpable. *He's blackmailing me? My boss... Would he do that?* Chelsea realised she didn't know anything about Dean. *He spied on me. He saw me... He took pictures!* Chelsea felt indignation overtake shock. And yet part of her mind turned in another direction. *He's into me, too. He wants me.*
Dean began talking again. 'So, you do have a choice.'
'I hardly see how' Chelsea retorted.
'You know what you have to say to make it stop. If you don't say it, then what were doing is perfectly consensual'. Dean practically purred into her ear.
'You're fucking blackmailing me!'
'More like a bit of extra motivation.' Dean undid the tie from around his neck with his free hand.
'this is...this is... rape...' Chelsea's voice trailed off, barely audible, her accusation lacking conviction. Dean just scoffed, the smirk on his face audible to Chelsea though she couldn't see it. He released his grip on her arms as he wound his tie around her forearms. The silky material felt cool and sleek against Chelsea's wrists. As he finished tying off the knots that bound her arms behind her back, Dean planted a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. 'We'll see.'
With her movements restricted, Dean lifted his weight off her body. He took a step back from the bed. Chelsea just lay there, feeling incredibly defeated. She knew a myriad of ways to defend herself, but they were all useless when she had willingly allowed herself to be overpowered. A few moments passed before she was consciously aware of no longer being pinned down underneath another body. She moved her neck to look at Dean.
'Beautiful' he observed, regarding his view of Chelsea bent over the bed, legs spread, arse up, arms bound behind her back.
*He's still stupidly gorgeous. How infuriating.* Dean undid the top buttons of his shirt. Chelsea wasn't sure why she wasn't moving. His fingers made their way down his shirt buttons, but his eyes never moved, and his sly grin never fell from his face, even as he pulled his shirt back and slid his arms out of the sleeves. Chelsea could see his muscles move as he moved, his body taut and poised as if to strike his prey at any moment. And still his gaze was as intense as ever.
'On your knees' He spoke softly. Chelsea shifted her eyes from his body back to his face. 'Now. Slide off the bed and get on your knees.' He reiterated.
There was hesitation in Chelsea's movements. She started to move and then halted, considering what she was doing. *Do I just do what he says? What if I don't? Would he hurt me? I can say the safe word. But the pictures...* She shuffled a little bit, pulling her feet together, but slowly. Buying time. Thinking. As she moved she could feel the slickness between her legs. Her heartbeat had slowed a bit, becoming accustomed to her situation. Now it sped up again. *Holy shit. I don't want this. Why is my body so turned on? Would it do this for anyone else? Shit. Can he tell?* Her stomach slid past the edge of the bed. She bent her knees and folded into a kneeling position facing the bed. She didn't dare turn her face for fear Dean would see her thoughts written there.
She felt his hand snake around her pony tail, firmly wrapping it around his fist. He suddenly pulled downwards, forcing Chelsea's face upwards, exposing her throat. She gasped. It was surprise, but even to Chelsea's ears it sounded sensual. She felt Dean lean close to her. Smelled his subtle cologne mixed with an unmistakably manly musk. *Ungh, that's hot.* the thought arose unbidden. *Shit, get it together. No, this is not okay.* She started to form words to tell him to stop, but Dean spoke first, his lips so close that they tickled her ear lobe:
'Do not. Hesitate. Again.' He emphasised every word. His meaning very clear. He traced a finger from the hand that wasn't holding her head back from her jawline, slowly drawing a line down her throat, passing the dip where her neck met her torso. He continued down her chest. Pulling the line of her dress forward as if taking a peek down her cleavage. He released the fabric it settled against her skin once more. Chelsea thought her heart must be getting close to flatlining it was beating so fast. With Dean's attention focussed on her chest, she was very aware of it rising and falling rapidly with her breathing, almost panting.
*Get. Your. Fucking. Shit. Together. Woman. Who cares if your boss sees those pictures? He can't do shit because of anti-discrimination laws. I've done nothing wrong! No, shit, do not think about Dean near your boobs. No. no. nope. Not thinking about that. Why don't you say the word?* Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut. Trying to deny the predicament she was in. and then he let his grip on her hair go. She was aware of Dean taking up position directly behind her. His hands moved over her shoulders. Slowly. Gently. *That doesn't feel... Rapey...* Chelsea felt the touch of her old friend, the guy she had a crush on for years. *He's good. God he's good. Why couldn't this happen differently? Why did he have to marry that* woman? *Why couldn't he have asked me...* Chelsea wished. His hands moved to the straps of her bra. Finding their way to the centre of her back where he pulled the clasp away to unhook it. *But I don't want it like this. Its wrong. This is wrong.*
'Ss..stop...' Chelsea surprised even herself with her protest, weak though it was. Dean's hands didn't stop though. They slid around to her front, slipping the straps pf her bra off from underneath her dress. His hands slithered between her skin and the fabric, freeing her breasts from their support. His fingertips skated over her nipples. They were hard. His fingertips felt slightly rough to Chelsea, and she supressed a whimper that tried to sneak out of her. And then his hands were moving back up, guiding her bra straps down over her shoulders. 'No,' he responded, 'I don't think I will stop'. He sounded smug.
sniiiick the sound of scissors closing on the strap of her bra, severing the thin strip of material so that he could remove the lingerie completely, without untying her arms or even removing her dress.
*He could really hurt me if he wanted to...* Chelsea considered that she was completely at Dean's mercy, the things he could cut with those scissors not limited to fabric... She heard the dull thump of her bra being tossed to the corner of the room where it landed on top of Dean's own discarded shirt.
*No.* 'Nnn... uhhh' Chelsea drew in a sharp breath, a response to the surprise of Dean once again pulling her hair back. She quickly shut her mouth to prevent any more involuntary noises escaping.
'Shhhh' Dean placed a firm finger against her lips. 'Shh' he repeated less forcefully. He released her hair again but she couldn't bring her head back down for Dean's finger planted on her mouth. She remained facing upwards, neck bared. His finger moved slightly, shifting the pressure. Down just enough that her top lip allowed his fingertip to feel a hint of the wetness in her mouth. He moved it to the side a little, then back to the centre, relaxing her mouth further. A second finger pressed against her lips and pushed down a bit, guidingly. Cheldeas bottom lip followed, her mouth opening slightly. His face was in front of hers now and she looked in his eyes. They were focused on her mouth, his own mouth silghtly ajar, completely focussed on what he was doing. One finger continued to hold her bottom lip down while the other finger slowly wriggled its way between her lips, inside her mouth. It pried her teeth apart with not too great an effort. First the fingernail, up to the first knuckle. Chelsea felt the slight roughness of Dean's fingerprint on the tip of her tongue. He worked it in a little further. He moved it about inside of her mouth. It was up to the second knuckle now. inside was squishy and wet. Chelsea detected a faintly salty taste, and realised she had never felt more violated than she did in this moment, with a man's finger inside of her against her wishes. She saw Dean's tongue move inside his own mouth. Ever so slightly licking his lips. He swallowed and withdrew his finger. Their eyes met again. Chelsea felt powerless to look away as he put his finger into his own mouth and sucked her saliva off it, then smacked his lips as if savouring her taste.
*He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows my body is fucking turned on as hell right now. But it's involuntary! Does he think I want this? Do I want this? Why aren't I saying the word? I could -* Dean stood up and stepped away from her.
'Stay.' He ordered. Chelsea heard his footsteps pad over the carpet. She stayed. She wasn't sure if it was out of obedience or simply paralysis from shock. But she stayed. She didn't know for how long. She heard the footsteps return, and wondered why she hadn't even turned her head to look. Su | A Beginning | [
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rely, she was free to do that much without fear of consequences? *Am I scared of what he would do, or what he wouldn't do?*
'Good girl.' Again, the smile on his face was evident in his voice. Chelsea trembled slightly with the praise. *You have fucking issues woman.* But part of her was happy to have pleased him. She did have the hots for him for so long.
'Stand up.' More than a suggestion. She did as she was told. *Just say the word Chelsea.*
'Turn around and face me'. Dean's voice was steady. The man simply exuded confidence. *And power.*
As Chelsea turned, she lowered her face to the floor. *Say the word dammit. I don't consent to this. I do not consent!*
'Look at me,' his words were calm and demanding. But Chelsea felt she couldn't lift her head. It wasn't weakness. It was *shame.*
*What am I ashamed of? I've done nothing wrong!*
'look at me.' He repeated in a slightly deeper voice. Chelsea wondered what sort of animalistic growl that voice could be. She peered up at him through her eyelashes, not quite raising her face. She could see his muscled torso. The small amount of hair there. His dominating posture. *He's got a better body than I imagined. Fucking great.*
She noticed Dean held the scissors in his hand. She looked down to the floor again. Panic.
*Say the word.*
He stepped closer and raised the tool to the strap of her dress. sniiick. One strap fell away. A slight relief came over Chelsea as she realised he didn't have anything more sinister in mind than cutting cloth. At least for now. He cut the other one, but the dress still clung to her. It was rather form fitting after all and she did have curves for it to hang on to. Dean pursed his lips and exhaled though his nose. Then he knelt in front of her.
Images of him between her legs sprang into Chelsea's mind. Sweaty bodies entwined in passion. Rhythmic motion. *No.* Chelsea supressed the unbidden thoughts. *Those are just old fantasies. This is different. Make it stop. Say the word.*
He raised the scissors to the hem of Chelsea's dress, and started cutting upward. He moved slowly. Agonisingly. *I'm going to be naked. He's going to see my body.* Chelsea thought with dread. And then she remembered the pictures. A different kind of dread replaced it. *He's already seen it. Spying creep. But he wanted me. But this is psychotic.* So much conflict in Chelsea's mind.
Dean continued cutting. Now level with his face. He continued to part the fabric of her dress, exposing her skin beneath. The scissors reached her navel and he paused. Chelsea felt his nose press against her mound through her panties. She heard him inhale deeply. She wasn't sure how, but Chelsea felt embarrassment join the feelings of shame. Her heartrate not slowing.
*Can he smell me? You could just knee him in the jaw right now. You could-*
Dean gripped the two sides of her dress, leaned back and yanked outwards. The remaining clothing tore and fell to the floor before he yanked it away and tossed it aside. He stood and stepped back once more.
'Look at me'. Still calm. Quieter this time though. Chelsea paused. Only just now realising she missed her chance to attack her attacker. And now she was bare but for her insubstantial knickers. She felt her chest moving slightly with her shallow breath, making her even more aware of her breasts and their stiff nipples.
*Its cold* she lied to herself. *Say the word. Run. Do something!*
She did none of those things. She looked up.
'I told you not to hesitate. I won't warn you again Chels.' He wagged a teasing finger in her direction. He was quiet as he took his measure of her. Chelsea felt like he was examining every private inch of her under a magnifying glass. But he didn't move. Just looked. When his eyes came up to her face again, his gaze seemed to narrow and become focussed again. Chelsea looked down once more, not able to withstand the intensity of his deep brown eyes. His hands started to work on unfastening his belt. She didn't know how, but Chelsea's heart leapt even more. It threatened to choke her as she felt it jump into her throat.
*This is serious. The word. Say it now.* And in another part of her mind, other thoughts: *Even if you said something, even if you said the safe word, he wouldn't stop. He's lost to his instincts now. You saw the look in his eyes. No, you need to just run.*
And again, Chelsea did nothing.
'Kneel.' Chelsea looked up again at Dean. He slid his belt out of his pants and chucked it onto the growing pile of castff clothes. He nodded his head slightly, indicating to Chelsea that she was to get back down on her knees.
She couldn't explain it, but her legs moved. She knelt. Chelsea watched his fingers move over the fly of his pants as he took small but deliberate steps towards her.
Chelsea knew then that she wasn't going to say the word. She wasn't going to run. Her body wanted this. She wanted this. She had for so long. She concentrated as Dean withdrew his hard member from his pants.
'I know you offered a hand job earlier but as your arms are currently unavailable, I'm just going to have to fuck your pretty little mouth.' Chelsea felt an urge to rub her thighs together, to feel the wet slickness developing there. But she refrained. *I can't let him know that I'm into this, like some fucking sicko.* Instead she tried again to protest
'Bu-'
She was interrupted. Dean held his thumb over her lips preventing her from speaking.
'You're worried about how you would manage to say the safe word if your mouth is full of my cock?' Dean smiled. He was doing a lot of that, smiling.
*Is it possible to blush so hard that my face explodes? I feel like that's something that's possible. He has to know what he's doing to me. There's no way he can't tell.*
'I know you can wink. I won't take my eyes off you. If you wink twice in a row, ill know you want me to stop. And I will stop.' To Chelsea, Dean's words now almost felt like a threat.
*I don't think I want you to stop.* Chelsea almost admitted it to herself. She could admit that she was turned on by a situation. But confessing to actively wanting it felt...*It feels... dirty.*
'Do you understand?' He asked her.
*Oh god, he wants me to respond. If I say I understand, I'm essentially consenting right? He fucking knows, the bastard, he knows what I'm thinking!*
Chelsea gave the slightest nod, almost imperceptible. But Dean saw it. He was taking in everything, focussed on her like an insect caught in his web. Prey. He saw Chelsea incline her head oh so faintly. And he laughed. Chelsea looked away again. The shame was unbearable.
'Good girl Chels. Atta girl.' Chelsea felt her sunken stomach lighten with the praise. She knew it was messed up. And then his thumb shifted, guided the tip of Dean's cock to her mouth. Pressed it against her lips. The feelings stirring in her loins were strong. It *ached.* She parted her lips slightly under his insisting member.
*Its so warm. So hot.* Millimetre by millimetre, she reluctantly allowed him into her mouth. Painfully slow. She wanted more. She wanted to take all of him. *but I can't be doing this. Its wrong.* Dean groaned above her. Chelsea refused to look up, knowing that his eyes were on her, just in case she winked. *I can't possibly look him in the eye. How will I ever be able to look anyone in the eye?* He brought his hands to either side of her head. *No, you should look up Chels. You should look at his face and wink. That's what you fucking should be doing. Instead of sucking dick like a fucking whore.* His hands pulled her toward him a little more. Chelsea felt the tip reaching towards the back of her mouth. His hands tugged at her head so that her face angled up a little bit. Her eyelids lifted. She looked at him. the hunger in his eyes was so ferocious that Chelsea felt as if it burned her and tears began to form in her eyes. But she didn't wink. With each second that passed without her winking. Chelsea felt even more mortified. *I'm as good as telling him. I'm basically fucking asking for more. Wink you bloody harlot!*
As if feeling that Chelsea's mouth couldn't extend any further, Dean pulled back slightly. And then he pushed forward even more, past the back of her mouth, into her throat. The tears in her eyes swelled as Chelsea held back on her gag reflex, her eyes wide. She struggled against her bondage, arms bound inconveniently behind her back. Dean's hair tickled her lips and he used his hands on the back of her head to push into her. Chelsea made small choking noises around the organ in her mouth as she struggled to breathe. Dean's eyelids fell, but his eyebrows lifted in an effort to keep his eyes open and locked on Chelsea's. He exhaled purposefully, clearly regaining the modicum of composure he had lost. Then he pulled Chelsea off him slightly. Just enough for her to draw breath.
And then he did it again, pushing her down, forcing himself into her as deep as he could, as deep as she could. And again. And Chelsea felt *proud.*
*I'm making him feel good. Fucking Dean, "the" Dean, is fucking my fucking face.* Chelsea almost laughed at the simplicity and immaturity of her thoughts.
He varied the tempo. Speeding up and slowing down. He made grunting noises and noises through gritted teeth, maintaining control over his own pleasure. Never taking his eyes off her.
Dean stopped before he came. His hands pulled Chelsea's head backwards as he took a half step back himself, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a sighed 'Fuuuuuuck' and throwing his head back, savouring the sensation. He no longer needed to maintain eye contact, with Chelsea's mouth free to speak if she so wished. It was the singularly most sexy thing she had ever seen. This domineering figure, shirtless, sweaty, enraptured by the pleasure that she had provided. On her knees. Hands tied behind her back.
Dean exhaled as he looked at Chelsea again, and took in her nearly naked form. Her makeup was messy from her watering eyes, lipstick smudged from the rough use of her face.
'Stand'. He demanded. This time, his voice betrayed a small amount of exhaustion. Dean was a tad short of breath from having stopped himself so suddenly. Chelsea brought one foot underneath her, and raised herself to standing. Feelings of vulnerability and nakedness came over her again and she looked down, the blush returning to her cheeks, though they were already flush with the effort of moments earlier.
'Turn around, face the bed'.
She did as she was bidden. Then his hands were at her wrists, fiddling with the silk tie. Her hands were free. *I'm free - I can push him away, strike his face, defend myself, I can get out of here!* But again, she did none of those things. She brought her hands in front of her and rubbed her forearms. She hadn't realised it through the adrenaline, but the muscles had become a bit stiff being forcefully restrained. Dean pressed his body into her back. She felt the heat from his skin, the dampness of their sweat mingling. He gripped her biceps and put his mouth to her ear.
'We both know you're going to do exactly as I say. And its got nothing to do with being tied up or blackmailed'. Dean whispered conspiratorially. Chelsea felt it like a punch to the gut - her fears of Dean knowing her mind were confirmed. *I may as well have lit up a neon sign* She thought bitterly, feeling defeated. Just as she felt like she was regaining a sliver of her equilibrium, Dean spoke again.
'Touch yourself'
*What..?*
Her body stiffened. Not that it was relaxed before but now a wave of new adrenaline rocked through her body.
*He wants me to... I can't possibly...*
Dean must've felt her terror. He repeated himself: 'Touch yourself and show me how wet you've become'. He slid his right hand down her arm, initiating the movement. Chelsea continued, slowly moving her hand towards her navel, reaching down to the lace of her only remaining piece of clothing. Her stomach flipped.
'Show me' He insisted.
Chelsea's hand slid delicately beneath the polyester and snaked its way through the bush on her mound. Dean's hand no longer guided hers, having already overcome the inertia that held her back. Gingerly her fingers probed at the top of her most private of areas. She slid a finger between the lips there, and they were met with the slickest moistness that she could recall encountering. She explored a little further, noticing how easily the juices allowed her digit to glide over sensitive flesh. Her probing left a wave of tingles in its wake. *Have I ever been so wet before?*
'Show me', once again, Dean's voice lowered. *He doesn't like to repeat himself.* Chelsea's inner monologue relented, and her observations became simple as her body transitioned away from panic station, shifting into a more primal mode. She removed her hand and began raising it upwards. Dean gripped her wrist. It almost felt like a massage after the lack of blood flow from the previous bondage. He brought her hand up and bent the fingers back over her shoulder. Chelsea's eyes followed its movement and met Dean's as he examined the slipperiness covering her fingers.
'Good' was his only remark. Chelsea's neck was twisted back, her eyes wide to follow the movements of her own hand. Then he brought her fingers up to his mouth and sucked the juices from them and Chelsea gasped.
When he took her fingers from his mouth, he shoved her carelessly back onto the mattress. She landed with a bounce, her legs still hanging off the end. Like a flash, Dean pulled her panties straight down and off. She was completely naked. And she had never felt more naked in her life.
'Get up on your hands and knees' His voice was still low, but not with frustration. It was *sensual.*
Chelsea still moved slowly, bringing her knees up onto the bed and underneath her and pressing her body up on her hands. She knew she was obeying. She knew it wasn't logical. *This is insane.*
'Dean, wait, I-' her meek voice was interrupted by Dean's once more.
'No, you don't get a say. Unless you make this allll stop with the magic words. Spread your legs a little wider.'
Chelsea complied, readjusting her position. The cool air met with the warm wetness that was practically flowing from her, increasing her awareness of just how aroused she was. She was grateful that Dean had her facing away from him. She was sure the humiliation she was feeling was plainly evident on her face.
She felt the mattress dip as Dean's weight was added. Then she felt his hands on her arse, felt them run smoothly up her back to her shoulder and as he trailed his fingers back down her spine, back to her rear, her flesh quivered. Chelsea felt goose bumps forming all over her body from the stimulation. And suddenly he grabbed her behind, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed. It was such a sudden change in sensations that Chelsea's head drew back with a sharp intake of breath. And then the sharp sting of Dean's right hand connecting with her cheek caused her to almost squeal, and her body buckled with the surprise of the attack. It wasn't a hard blow, but she could feel the blood rushing to the area that was struck. She knew a visible red handprint was probably already showing. Dean's hand was rubbing gently over the area, easing the sting. She felt the soft touch of his lips as he planted a small kiss where he had hit her.
'I don't like it when you make me repeat myself, Chels.' Dean's voice penetrated Chelsea's skull. She knew that smack was her punishment for minutes before, when Dean had guided her through touching herself. Chelsea came to the realisation, for what felt like the 50th time that evening, that Dean had power over her like no one ever had before, and she must do what she said, or suffer the consequences. *But you don't have to Chelsea, you could say 'Caram...'.* Chelsea couldn't even think the words, her mind felt so naked that she was sure Dean would know she thought it and would call an end to whatever he had planned. *As if you can't tell what his game is. He's having his fucking way with you Chels, like some fucking toy. And you're doing jack shit to stop it, because you're loving it, you slut.* Chelsea's monologue harangued her as if she were some external observer, untouched by the situation. *Maybe it's a coping mechanism or something?* She thought, while simultaneously knowing that she was getting off on this, and it was no coping mechanism.
'If you follow my directions, I think you'll find you enjoy this a whole lot more.' Dean explained, as his hand followed the crease of her arse cheeks, down to where the slickness originated from. He traced a light trail all the way through her slit to her clit, where his fingers circled with a feather-light touch.
'mmMMmmnnnnnn' Chelsea whimpered. She felt like she hadn't been touched there for a lifetime, and Dean's touch divulged his expertise. *He's probably done this to hundreds of girls. They always have loved him. Just like me.* Still softly circling, he increased the speed. Chelsea's knees felt weak and she was glad she wasn't standing for her to collapse. And cruelly, he stopped. Chelsea felt her eyebrows knot together in frustration and schooled her face into the most passive expression she could muster, determined to at least try to maintain her composure.
Dean laughed light-heartedly. 'Aww, did that feel good? Did you want me to keep going?'
Chelsea only breathed a little louder in response, not sure she had the heart to respond truthfully, nor to lie.
'I asked a question Chels' Dean forcefully dragged her head back by her ponytail again, and growled into her ear 'Or do you want me to stop?' He practically shoved her head forward as he released his grip.
And there was the sting again, on the left side of her arse this time, as unexpected as the first time. Again, Chelsea's head shot up and she gasped. Dean had taken a bigger swing this time. That was definitely going to leave a welt.
'I expect to be answered.' He said quietly, in contrast to the loud pain that was still ringing in Chelsea's backside.
'No.' she plainly stated. She wasn't really consciously aware of forming the words, but there they were. 'No, don't stop' She breathed. The words were out there now, and she couldn't get them back. She felt the shame overwhelmingly now. But Dean wasn't finished.
'Sorry, couldn't hear you. Did you stay stop? He was smiling, she could tell without seeing his face. He knew what she had said. He *wanted* her to feel the shame, to be humiliated.
'Please, don't stop'. Chelsea gave him what he wanted. She had already reached the peak of mortification. The only way it could be worse was if he did stop, and left her hanging without any release. Part of her knew that she would feel differently once this night was over. But for now, she was consumed with the tantalising possibility of pleasure.
'hmph.' The smirk was plain without needing to be seen on his face. His fingers snaked their way into her fold again, brushing once past her clit. Chelsea felt her body relax, feeling relief that she had said what Dean wanted to hear to get him to touch her like that again. Then his attentions moved backwards. He paused, 2 of his fingers resting at the entrance to her pussy.
'last night, when I took those photos, you were touching yourself here. What were you thinking about? 'Dean enquired almost innocently. Chelsea felt the tension immediately return to her muscles.
'Nothing... Porn.' She lied instantly.
SMACK Dean's hand on her right cheek again, managing not to shift his other hand poised at her entrance at all.
'No lies now Chels. What. Were. You. Thinking about?' The deep voice again. The powerful one.
'...u' Chelsea answered, inaudible.
SMACK
'AAAHH' Chelsea screamed that time. 'YOU, YOU! I was thinking about you!' *Shit shit shit shit shit shit. Can't take it back now.*
And he slipped a finger inside her, deftly, nimbly. The natural lubrications more than adequate. It was so easy. He slid it back out and replaced it with two. And he knew the spot. Knew where to stroke. Chelsea *melted.*
'Tell me exactly'
*I was thinking of Dean taking me from behind.*
'I... I... uunghhhh' She started to answer but was distracted by Dean's ministrations. *My arse can't take another strike...* She gathered what wits she could and responded: 'I thought about you, you were behind me, uuuunnghhhh... we... you...' The shame *burned* in her face. 'I imagined you fucking me like an animal.' Chelsea was only a little shocked by her frankness. She had imagined far more depraved scenarios. But voicing them out loud, and to the object of her desire nonetheless, now that was something else.
'Did you now?' he sounded happy. *He enjoys being able to manipulate me. He knows how much power he has right now.* 'What about this?' Dean removed his fingers from her honeypot and drew a tantalising line directly up, where he used it to draw little circles around her arsehole.
Chelsea felt like her brain would lose all function forever. The trail of moisture his fingers left in their wake made the air feel that much more cool. The little ci | null | [] |
rcles became smaller and smaller until his fingertip was delicately probing her hole.
'Do you like this?' Dean finished the question by planting his mouth over her cunt. His tongue made broad motions over her pussy, savouring the juices, only penetrating by an inch or so.
'Unnnggghhh uuhhhhh' It wasn't really an answer, but it was all she could manage. She desperately wanted more, but held onto enough self-awareness that she maintained control over her hips. *I can't push back. He's making me do this. The blackmail.* She knew it was a lie, but she didn't give in.
Dean brought the finger from her arse back to where his tongue was working its magic. Just enough to cover it in more lubrication. His mouth resumed his efforts, a bit more forward, flicking broadly over her clit, while his once-again-wet finger returned to her other hole, and easily penetrated an inch, up to the first knuckle.
'No... Wait... Dean...' Chelsea whispered between breaths. But he ignored her. Without meeting much resistance, he pushed further.
'nnngggghhhh' Chelsea's arms waivered. They splayed out underneath her and her upper body collapsed onto the bedspread. And Dean didn't stop. He moved his head slightly form side to side, varying the angle. Chelsea felt the abrasiveness of his stubble on her inner thighs. He pushed his finger as far as it would go, wiggled it slightly, feeling Chelsea's squishy, tight hole.
'Mmm' Dean smiled. Chelsea felt it, his face between her legs. It made her even more turned on somehow to think that he enjoyed doing this to her. She felt the energy gathering in her insides. She was getting close. *He's gunna make me cum.* The seemingly ever-present warmth in Chelsea's cheeks intensified - the feelings of violation returned as she realised she was going to let her attacker, this man she had had a crush on for years, the same one currently abusing her body, she would let him bring her to climax. She was so close now, almost impossible to turn back from the brink.
Nothing. His finger in her arse was absent. Dean's face no longer buried in her crack. The growing wave subsided rapidly.
'Urgghh' Chelsea gurgled into the bedsheets in frustration before she regained self-awareness. The frustration was quickly replaced with indignity. More blushing. She pushed herself up on her arms again, head hanging low. Sweat dripped from her nose onto the sheets. She felt the Bed move as Dean got off, onto the floor.
'Get up on your knees,' Dean's voice was unnervingly calm. *How can he do that, do those things to me, and not be any different?* Chelsea pushed off the springy mattress into a kneeling position. Her body was shaking. She still felt cheated out of an orgasm. Dean climbed back onto the bed with her and she knew he had taken his own pants off. She felt the intense heat of his erection pressed between her arse cheeks, his chest against her back as he knelt behind her. He grabbed one of her arms roughly, and with his other hand he seized her throat, pulling her head up and back. It wasn't enough to choke her, but a reminder that he was very much in charge.
Dean's voice was steady when he spoke again 'was it like this?' He released her arm and used his now free hand to guide the tip of his penis into her slit, barely touching but making her aware that the head of his cock was very much poised to enter her. He bit her ear and sucked the ear lobe, His hand still on her neck. 'is this the way you imagined it?' Chelsea closed her eyes and swallowed hard.
'Y.. yes' She managed to stammer. It was difficult, not only because of the mix of nerves and adrenaline, but because Dean's hand largely kept her jaw immobile.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the length of her opening. And then slowly, agonisingly, he pushed it inside of her. It wasn't hard with how wet she was. But he took his time. His teeth grazed along her neck. 'Is this the way you wanted it?' He used his hand on her hip to pull himself completely inside of her. The hairs at the base of his protruding erection tickled Chelsea's skin and Dean groaned as he reached her innermost depths, the walls of her vagina squeezing him. 'Is this how you thought of me, filling up your cunt?'
'mmmpphhh' It wasn't exactly an answer, but it was the best she could manage. She breathed heavily through her nostrils, Dean's grip on her throat not allowing her to open her mouth comfortably. As he gradually pulled out, leaving only the tip inside of her, he shifted his grip on her neck so that two of his fingers were able to force their way into her mouth. He pushed his cock back into her pussy, not with great speed but forcefully nonetheless.
'nnngggghhh' Chelsea made incoherent noises around Dean's fingers in her mouth. She felt a small bit of drool leak over her lip and down her chin. *I must look like a mess.*
After drawing almost all the way out of her again, Dean thrusted a bit faster, Chelsea was becoming accustomed to the fullness and her insides were becoming slightly more pliable. In again. A bit more speed. Dean inhaled through gritted teeth, and let out an 'aaghhhhhh'.
He started to pump in and out, and Chelsea's body began to move with the rhythm.
'Is this how you thought my cock would feel inside you?' He let go of his grip on her neck, his fingers ceased their assault on her mouth. Dean pushed her forward, her hands failed to catch her weight and her chest fell onto the bed. The angle allowed Dean to penetrate even deeper. He leant over her while sawing in and out, and brought the hand that previously held her neck to her cheek, pushing the side of her face into the mattress. 'Is this how you pictured me fucking you?' he growled.
*Pretty much* Chelsea thought, but she didn't vocalise the words.
SLAP
The sting on her inflamed backside resounded with the loud smack. It wasn't as hard as the previous spankings, but Chelsea felt it intensely. Red skin on red skin.
'Answer me!' Dean demanded.
'Yes, yes!' After she responded, his fingers returned to her mouth briefly, coating them in saliva once more. He brought the moistened fingers back, back to circling her arsehole. Only twice, and then he forced his index finger all the way in, little resistance was met. It drove Chelsea wild. The inserted digit wagged as their bodies sawed back and forth. Dean spat at her arse, adding his own lubrication and pulling back and forth on her backdoor. His balls slapped her gently with each movement.
Chelsea tried to adjust herself, tried to use her hands to push up. It was fairly difficult with Dean pushing her face into the linen, but even as she gained a minute amount of purchase, he took his hand from her head, and pulled his finger from her arsehole with a small popping' sensation, and swiftly pulled both of her wrists behind her back once more. He was then able to hold her that way with only one of his large hands.
'You don't move unless I give permission.' Dean's voice was a low whisper again. He thrust one more time and then withdrew completely from her. Chelsea felt the absence keenly, her pussy throbbing with blood flow and dripping with fluid. Her arsehole twitched as she took stock of the various sensations.
'Sit up' Dean let go of her wrists and allowed her to get into a comfortable kneeling position. She avoided making eye contact with him. Dean laid down on his back, resting his head up on the pillows. His completely naked body was visible to Chelsea for the first time. The muscles that she suspected were underneath his clothes were more pronounced than she imagined, and they seemed to ripple with tension as he shuffled up the bed. His skin had a sheen to it, perspiration. His cock almost rested against his stomach, his erection making it seem to almost defy gravity. He pulled one arm up to rest behind his head, his bicep showing as he moved. His other hand came down to manoeuvre his cock into a more vertical position.
He looked *delicious* Chelsea thought.
'Come and suck it. Suck your juices off it.'
She chanced a look into his eyes. They stared back at her through heavy lids. She only took a moment to consider before crawling forward and softly grasping the hard shaft. It was slick and warm. So warm. And rock hard. She thought that it must surely hurt a man to have so much blood in one area. She brought her head down, her mouth closing around the tip. It was a kind of salty taste. Sweat mixed with her own flavour. Her tongue circled the glans. Dean groaned. *You don't have to Chelsea. You can just get up and leave.* Her mind still harassed her to do the reasonable thing. She was past that though. Well past. And she did know it, even if her conscious mind plagued her and the guilt of giving in to her assailant was ever present, she couldn't escape the fact that she wanted it. She took the length of him into her mouth, into her throat. He had showed her how earlier. She supressed the instinct to gag.
'Enough'. Dean sighed. 'I want you to ride me'.
Blush again. *How is that even possible, I don't think I've* stopped *blushing.*
'You ... want me to...' Chelsea sought clarification.
'I want you to climb on top of me, on top of my dick, and fuck me.'
Blush on top of blush on top of blush. Chelsea crawled joltingly forward. Her nerves making smooth movement impossible. One knee planted on either side of Dean's hips, Chelsea straddled him. her breasts swayed slightly as she adjusted her position so that the tip of his cock was once again curiously poking at her pussy. She lowered herself an inch. She didn't know were to look.
'No.' Dean spoke up. Chelsea eyes shot to his face. *Those deep brown eyes.* 'No, I want to take your arse.'
Mortification. Chelsea was not expecting that. She hadn't really expected any of this though. 'What? No, Dean- I can't. I-'
Chelsea's protests were cut short. The sensation of pain in her nipples so suddenly snapped her into silence. She drew a deep breath in, mouth wide. Dean's fingers squeezed and twisted her erect nipples. She straightened instinctively, trying to avoid the pain. But Dean pulled her in closer, so she was leaning over the top of him. Chelsea closed her eyes, not knowing what else to do.
'What were you saying?' He asked maliciously.
'I never... I haven't...' She couldn't quite form the words.
'You've never had anal sex before?' He lessened the force he was using on her sore nipples.
'Nothing more than a finger.' Chelsea offered timidly. With the pain easing, she felt more articulate. *Why am I embarrassed to admit that though?* But even as she asked herself, she knew the answer: *because I disappointed him.*
'In that case...' Dean grunted as he flipped her over, rolling on top of her. He never finished the sentence, but his meaning was fairly clear. He meant to be her first. He spat on his hand and rubbed it over his throbbing cock, aiming it at Chelsea's tight hole, never before penetrated by anything nearly so large.
'No, Dean, No. Stop!' Chelsea's hands fumbled to push his body away, her legs trying to propel her backwards, but her hair was brushing the bed head, there was no where to go. Dean paused what he was doing long enough to pin her hands to the wall above her head, preventing her feeble attempts to stop him.
'You don't want me to stop Chels, if you did, you would be talking of a particular flavoured dairy beverage.' He teased her.
*He's right.* 'No, wait! Stop!' *liar.*
'You want to put up a fight, so you can feign innocence. I know better though Chels.' Dean positioned himself again, leaning over her a bit having to restrain her hands.
Chelsea continued to offer meaningless protests as Dean applied more pressure, urging his cock to penetrate her sphincter. Finally, it gave way and her body traitorously permitted the head of his cock to enter. The shock of it silenced her.
'mmmm.' Dean paused, savouring the warm squeeze. It afforded Chelsea the opportunity to acclimatise to the unfamiliar sensation of fullness. Her mouth formed an "O" as she exhaled, not realising she had been holding her breath. Dean pushed in a tiny bit.
'hahhhh' Chelsea inhaled. It was a completely different feeling to regular sex. She thought it was supposed to hurt, but was surprised to find once the tip was in, it just felt *snug*.
As if feeling when she was accustomed to the invasion, Dean reached further inside of her, little by little. Each time allowing her a period of grace to adjust to the awareness of being completely stuffed. Before she felt the tickle of his hairs on her backside, he began to pull out. Just enough that she would feel the unusual fullness all over again when he pushed even further. Chelsea felt the tip of his cock hit a certain spot inside of her, as if reaching through the walls of her insides to hit her G-spot. And then he retreated again, almost all the way. It felt as if her arsehole gripped so tightly that he couldn't quite manage to remove the ridge of his glans. It felt like a tease.
'Dean...' Chelsea wasn't sure what she meant to say exactly. But he wasn't paying too much attention anyway. He resumed his slow push into her arse. This time, all the way to the hilt. He closed his eyes. It was obvious that the cozy hole was a pleasurable enough experience for the man. He paused there for a moment, then he started a slow rhythm, in and out. Never quite leaving her. Chelsea was amazed at how easy it seemed, and at how good it felt.
*Why isn't it hurting? How can I take so much?* From another corner of her mind: *Because you like it, you're so fucking turned on you could probably take two cocks.* 'No' She said. *No, I'm not like that...*
'Oh yes.' Dean countered. Then while he was deep inside her, he let go of her hands and held tight on to her hips with both hands, tumbling on to his back and dragging her on top of him in the process. Gravity forced Chelsea down, and the hard member inside of her pushed a little deeper.
'mm' A small, high-pitched whimper came from her throat. *So good.* She didn't dare move though. She couldn't make herself complicit in the act. Dean disagreed.
'Move your hips.'
'Dean, I-'
His hand around her jaw, squishing her lips into a fish face. He pulled her close, her back bending. Her hands splayed out over his chest, preventing her from faceplanting on top of him.
'Move. Your. Hips.' There was no patience in his speech. He expected complete submission. Chelsea felt a slick puddle form where her pussy rested on his lower abdomen. He pulled her face a little closer. Their lips mashed together, and Chelsea felt his tongue in her mouth. Warm, searching, passionate. Her fingers curled slightly on his chest. Her arsehole twitched around his dick. He ended their wet kiss by pushing her away. She pressed herself up form his chest, her tits bouncing a little. And she shifted her weight so that her hips moved forward. She felt Dean's cock in her, following her movements. She slid backwards again. It was *so good*. There was no way she could stop now, grinding on top of his pelvis, back and forth.
'Good girl' Dean voiced his approval. His breathing became heavy with her motions. His hips matched her movements. They were in perfect harmony.
'Cum for me.' He breathed heavily. 'Fucking cum with my cock in your arse, Chelsea.'
Chelsea picked up speed. The juices from her pussy flowing freely, her clit gliding over Dean's happy trail. She wanted it to last forever. The warmth in her belly rose, strong and fierce.
She felt a light slap on the side of her face. Dean's strong hand gripped her neck again, not crushing, but with enough force to remind her of what he could do. 'Fucking cum for me you slut.'
Chelsea felt the waves radiating from her centre, crashing through her whole body. She knew distantly she had stopped moving, her body paralysed with the intensity of her orgasm, save for a small tremor in her leg. Dean kept bucking underneath her, adding momentum to her climax. As the waves began to subside, she opened her eyes and saw Dean's face. It started to scrunch up, his own release imminent. Chelsea resumed her grinding, her insides twitching, her arsehole gripping his cock tightly. She was incredibly sensitised after such a strong orgasm and she felt the unmistakable heat in her arse - Dean's hot load shooting into her. The last wave subsided, and she collapsed on to his chest.
Spent, Dean withdrew himself gently from her still convulsing hole and wrapped his arms round her body. All her hairs still stood on end, goose bumps under his fingers. The afterglow of her climax still alive. Underneath her, Dean shuffled her weight off him, so she lay prone on the bed. She remained passive, not knowing what else to do. She brought her hands to cover her face, so she wouldn't have to think about where to look or what expressions she was making.
Dean said nothing, but she heard him rummaging in a drawer nearby. Then she felt his weight on the back of her legs as he sat astride her.
*More?* She thought incredulously. But he only planted a chaste kiss where he had spanked her earlier. Chelsea felt his hands smoothing some soothing substance over the stinging flesh. She sighed, and said nothing as he tended to her tender skin. It felt like a sharp contrast to his treatment of her just minutes prior. *But just as sweet* She observed.
'Come' Dean said warmly. Chelsea chanced a peek from behind her hands. Dean sat on the edge of the bed, his hair all mussed up in the most endearing way. He offered her his outstretched hand. Chelsea extended her own, and let him help her up, guide her to the ensuite. She stood still as he let go of her to start the shower. They said nothing. Chelsea thought nothing. As steam rose around them, Dean gently lead her into the large cubicle. The warm water on her sticky, sweaty chest was heaven. Dean stepped in behind her, embracing her in a gentle bear hug. He ran his hands smoothly over her arms, kissing her neck affectionately, as a lover would.
Chelsea felt the swoon of postrgasm ecstasy fade, and her grip on reality return. She turned around slowly, facing the man. *I thought I knew you* she thought at him.
'Dean...' She had no idea what to say. The silence extended.
Finally, Dean spoke for her; 'You didn't say the safe word.' He observed.
*Was that... awe, in his voice just now?*
Dean's eyes were large and twinkling and Chelsea was surprised she didn't feel the urge to look away.
'No.' she responded simply.
'I never intended to share those photos with anyone.' He explained.
'I know.' And Chelsea did know. She had known the whole time.
'But you still didn't make me stop.'
*Because I've never been more turned on in my life...* Chelsea said nothing.
'You enjoyed that didn't you? Maybe even more than I did, I think...' Dean smiled cheekily. Chelsea lowered her head. Her cheeks were growing warm again.
'...How did you know?' *How did he know I liked it? How did he know that would turn me on?* Chelsea's voice was quiet, but the enclosed space enabled Dean to hear her words.
'Well, I kind of stumbled across your reddit account...' His smile was wide.
*Reddit? No, he can't have. I'm completely anonymous...*
But he went on. 'you posted a picture on Facebook, and then I saw the exact same one on reddit, on the Australia subreddit, and I knew it had to be your account. I snooped on your subscriptions. Con-non-con? Strugglefuck? Seemed like your kinks matched mine to a tee!'
*You're fucking shitting me.* Her stomach was doing little flips. She suddenly noticed how little strength remained in her knees. Dean must have noticed because he took hold of her again. The hot water pattered over her shoulders.
'Truth be told, I couldn't resist a little snooping though. I can't remember how long I've had the hots for you.'
*No. fucking. Way. He's teasing me, making fun of me. He found out my darkest secrets and... and...*
'But... Carly?' Chelsea didn't think she had ever been so confused.
Dean threw his head back and laughed heartily. His perfect teeth flashed. 'Oh, we're not actually married!' He said nonchalantly. 'She's a lesbian. We pretend to be married so her family would stop harassing her. She's a good friend though.'
Chelsea just stared.
*.. what??*
'We don't even live together,' Dean continued. 'We keep up appearances when we're back in town, so her folks don't catch on, but other than that, we just hang out with the same group of Uni mates. She's a great chick, but she could care less about me being with you. Except maybe being a tad jealous of me.' Dean winked. 'She thinks you're super cute'.
The warmth in Chelsea's cheeks progressed to hot. She knew she just turned from pink to bright red. Dean stole a kiss, leaving just a slight wetness on Chelsea's lips. 'You really are too adorable' he remarked.
*I have to be dreaming.*
'Stay the night' Dean half offered, half demanded. Ever the one in charge. 'I want to hear why you didn't use the safe word. And I think we could have a bit more fun.' His eyes flashed darkly, and Chelsea knew she wouldn't refuse. She nodded her agreement.
'Good girl' Dean said again, smiling.
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"Out standing job Team Star Fox! Thanks to your efforts, the Lylat System has been saved from the Aparoid invasion!" General Pepper was speaking though a hologram on the Great Fox. "The Lylat System is deeply in you debt and extremely greatfull for you help."
"Well, it IS what we are paid for." stated Fox in a tired, wornut voice.
"Haha! Quite true Fox, quite true!"
"But that aside, we were more than happy to save our the planet. Although..." Fox trailed off from his exhaustion "...We wouldn't mind having a few days off for some R&R." And it was true, they all were battered and bruised and even Falco, as hubris as he is, showed his tiredness.
"Ah! What a coincidence. I was just about to tell you that we have declared today to be a 'holiday' you could call it. We know that we've had you team's services for quite some time now, and we wanted to return the favor."
"Is it more money? I got some things I've been looking at." As usual, Falco always brought up the case of money and his personal needs.
"Sigh, no Falco, the money has already been sent to your account. But the real surprise is that we've decided to give Team Star Fox a week vacation, and to continue to train our fighters so that we needn't rely so much on you in the future."
"Well, that is quite nice, but we really don't mind our work, right?" Krystal showed a little enthusiasm to cheer the team up a little and everyone gave a little nod to agree with what she said.
"And I'm sure you do. But I am fairly sure you don't mind a few days off now, am I right? Well, you vacation starts tomorrow, so feel free to do whatever it is you want. This is all I have to report. Have fun." And with that, the hologram disappeared.
"Well, as long as we have some free time, I'm gonna take an Arwing and fly around a bit." said Falco.
"What? All this fighting and you want to get back in an Arwing? You're pretty crazy Falco." Slippy said in his constant high-pitched winny voice. "It doesn't matter anyway Falco, you can't take an Arwing, they're too banged up. But I'm sure the Flight Academy will lend you one."
"Alright, thanks Slip..." with that, Falco left the room, leaving to do who-knows-what.
"Alright, well I'm gonna head on out to the repair shop and pick up some parts to repair the Great Fox and the Arwings. I'll be staying in a little place near the shop for the convienance. I'll see you guys in a few days." As usual, Slippy never faltered when it came to repairs, and never took his weariness into consideration.
"Jeez...5 minutes and already 2 team members gone" Fox said.
Peppy rose out of his chair and walked toward the sliding doors "I haven't seen my daughter in months, I think it's about time I saw her again. I'll be back tomorrow. And don't be gettin' in any trouble while I'm gone, ya' hear?!" Peppy left leaving a smile showing that it was just a joke.
Fox and Krystal were left alone, besides R.O.B sitting aside looking at some moniters. "Sorry to leave you Krystal, but I'm just gonna sit in my room and relax for a few hours. Is that OK, with you?"
"Of course Fox, I was just thinking the same thing. I might just go to sleep for a little while. I'll probably catch you in the morning."
Fox and Krystal walked together down the corridor to where their rooms were. Fox went left, and Krystal kept walking until she reached a room on the far side of the hallway.
Fox opened his door and instantly slide onto his bed. After sitting there for a few minutes, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He stripped off his clothes and folded them neatly on the counter to his side. He walked into his shower and basked in the comforting warm water.
After about 15 minutes, Fox heard a knock on his door.
He quickly dried himself, put a towel around his waist and opened the door. It was Krystal.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Fox, I didn't know you just came out of the shower! I'll just leave then and let you finish."
"No, it's alright Krystal, I don't mind. Sooo...what can I do for you?" Fox felt that the conversation was getting awkward, so he asked the most obvious question.
"Oh, well, I was just going to see if you wanted to do something...together?"
"...And Fox, feel free to say 'no' to this, but...can I...take a... shower with you?"
Fox was totally caught off-gaurd with this and showed his expression. He soon regained his bearings and looked at Krystal. "Oh, I'm so sorry Fox! That was a stupid question. Please forget I said tha-" she was cut off.
"I don't mind Krystal. Come on, the shower is over here."
Fox and Krystal both had mixed feelings of what was going on, and neither knew what to say or do. They walked into the bathroom together and Fox started the water to get it warm again.
"Are you sure you don't mind Fox? You can always say no."
"Honestly, I don't mind at all Krystal." They both stripped off their clothes rather hesitantly, but they faced opposite directions and moved into the shower.
They finally turned around and starred at each other. They just starred deeply into each others eyes and knew instantly. They deeply loved each other, and they knew it. They pulled into each other, hugging and kissing, not ever wanting this emgrace to end.
As they held each other, Fox couldn't help himself but feel Krystal's breasts press up against his chest, and he knew what was going to happen. As Krystal held Fox, she could feel his endowment slowly becoming erect and pressing up against her thigh. They knew what was going to happen...
They walked out of the shower without saying a word and dried themselves. Fox picked Krystal up and carried her to his bed and genlty laid her down on the right side of the bed, then he did the same.
"Fox, I love you. I've known this ever since we've met, but I never had the courage to say it to you directly."
"I've felt the same way. I was afraid you'd reject me, and I'd be left crushed."
"I would never dream of doing that Fox. I care for you too much." After talking for a few minutes, they just sat on the bed, Fox's arm stretched out across her shoulders. As they sat, Fox's wrist involuntarly twitched, and his hand brushed up against Krystal's right breast. Gently touching her nipple.
"Ohhhhh... Fox.." he became totally alarmed immediatly.
"Krystal! I'm SO sorry, I didn-" she cut him off.
"It's ok Fox, it felt very nice. Please, do it again." Fox was torn between making love to the woman of his dreams, and rejecting her because of his shyness. Fox decided to do as she asked and he gently massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her nipple.
After a while, Fox stopped and Krystal got underneath Fox and whispered in his ear: "Please Fox, I've wanted this ever since I met you. Please." He understood what she meant. Fox got above Krystal and waited until his penis became fully erect.
"Are you sure Krystal?" All she did was nod.
Fox ever-so gently put his penis to the lips of her vagina and slowly, but gently pressed. Krystal started moaning already. He kept going until he reached her hymen.
He stopped immediatly, and looked at her. She opened her eyes and softly said "Please Fox, it would mean the world too me." He didn't need any further instructions.
He slowly pressed against her virginity until it broke. Again, he stopped and looked at Krystal. She had a look of absolute pleasure on her face. Despite her hymne breaking, she felt no pain, just pure love for Fox. Seeing this, he kept moving into her vagina until he could go no farther. He pulled back out, hearing Krystal moan and pushed back in. He continued this until they were both panting and sweating. "Fox, please go faster." And he did. He started off slow, and gradually increased his speed. He loved every second of it. Making love to the vixen of his dreams, feeling her walls enclose around his penis.
Krystal loved how Fox's penis filled her up and made her body spasm continuesly. "Krystal, I'm getting close. Is it ok if I...?"
"Of course Fox. Please, I want this too. I know this is what we are supposed to do." Fox picked up his speed and leaned toward Krystal and started kissing her.
She stopped the kiss and let out a shrill cry and clenched hard on Fox's penis. Her juices completely covered Fox's crotch, and he knew he wasn't far behind her. He picked up speed once more and felt a rising pleasure until he knew it left his member. He could feel his cum flow through his penis and enter Krystal's vagina. At that brief point, he felt nothing but pleasure and love for the woman beneath him. As he finished his orgasm, he pulled himself out of her and lyed their next to her and they both fell into a deep sleep, each of them murmering soft word of their love.
Fox woke up and looked beside him. There was no Krystal.
He suddenly looked around and found a letter on his dresser next to him. He read aloud:
"Fox, thanks you so much for last night. It truly meant a lot to me, and I know you feel the same. I am truly glad we had this time together. I hope the love between us never breaks. I will always be your lover, and nothing will ever change that. I will always be there for you, through thick and thin. We still have a few days until our break ends, so I'd like it if we spent more time together. Just you and me, no interferences, no fighting, no work. This experience let me speak freely to you and not be embaressed to be with you. That makes it all worthwhile.
Now get your butt downstairs and meet me for some breakfast! Your forever lover Krystal"
Fox just smiled. He put on some clothes and left the room knowing this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
My first story on Yiffstar! I'm not surprised if it isn't that great, but hey, I'm learning. Positive and negative feedback is always welcome! | Fox and Krystal's Holiday by RzrBlader | [
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He would ask whose idea was it to set that machine up as a publicity stunt, but he had no one to blame there but himself, and the last thing on his mind was coming up with an adequate admonishment for such a monumental lapse in judgement; he’d have to think about it and probably waste a good day or so before finding anything adequate enough, and even then he’d most likely be too busy dealing with the aftermath to really worry about it too much.
The restraints locked into place, the feeding tube latched its mask onto his face and the information panel sprung into action right beside him, officially signalling what was, in theory, supposed to be a fundraiser for the local gym. It was anyone’s guess why they thought it was going to work, but after Pan accidentally stopped the bakery next door from burning down, and in the process inadvertently led to fifteen lives being saved in a series of extremely unlikely events, they had to do something with the several hundred pounds of cake they had lying around; couldn’t just leave it in the storage room, it’d get all mouldy!
Now, how exactly they went from “move cakes from Spot A to Spot B” all the way to “hook a feeding tube to the hunkiest panther they had and let people pay to watch him fatten up” was one hell of a logic trip that even Pan himself was scratching his head over, almost as if he’d completely forgotten why everyone had collectively decided to leave their sanity at home and bring all the horny instead. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t have a lot of time on his hands to ponder on an answer, because there was already a line of eager donators ready to dump some cash into the jar if it meant they could throw a whole bleedin’ cake straight down Pan’s gullet.
He absolutely did not expect those many people to show up. The gym was a popular hotspot, and they didn’t really have any shortage of eager customers, but he barely recognized anyone there, lending credence to his suspicion that most of the staff had gone behind his back to advertise the charity drive to people of a lewder persuasion than most; the hungry looks on their eyes certainly seemed to sell this idea perfectly, as well as the eagerness with which some of them parted with their hard-earned money. Hell, even before the first one stepped up, Pan swore he heard someone mention how they were going to go back into the line just for another go at him.
And the rules seemed so simple as well: one dollar for a slice of cake down the hatch, fifteen for the whole thing. Maybe, they thought, they’d get rid of a few of those things before they had to go into the trash, maybe Pan would just have to work out extra hard for a couple of weeks in order to take care of all the fat and sugar. Or maybe, as the case was, they had a sudden rush of feeders who all clamoured to grab a cake of their own, leaving the Panther to silently plead with the people behind the desk to please try and stop the madness before it was too late, to no avail.
The first person moved closer, a young leopard who Pan recognized as an occasional gym-goer. Not the most dedicated by any stretch of the imagination, but not a scrawny beanpole either; it was clear in his eyes that he half-regretted and half-relished what he was about to do, to the point where he even mouthed a silent “Sorry!” before dropping a whole cake into the machine. The assembly began to whirr loudly enough for the big cat to jump backwards as it shredded the family-sized pastry into small enough chunks that they could be vacuumed up and tubed straight into Pan’s mouth. Knowing there was no turning back, he opened wide and welcomed the incoming sugar rush, even then almost choking on it from how quickly the cake-debris was moving.
Mouthful after mouthful were devoured, the panther allowing his inner sweettooth to take over for the first time in literally years, enjoying the mindless pleasures of a good cake without worrying about calorie counts or how much he’d have to work to sweat off the extra pound he just consumed. This seemed to smooth out his previously-worried expression enough that the following people in line were quicker on the draw, not hesitating nearly as much before unceremoniously dumping a dangerous amount of flavored dough into the feeding machine; before long, the poor thing didn’t even have the time to go through one item before another was thrown into it, leaving the input port so stuffed that the gym staff had to request a small break to let it do its business uninterrupted.
This had the predictable effect of turning what were supposed to be a series of chunks being shoved into Pan’s mouth into a continuous stream of cake, pure cake, complete with practically-molten frosting and so much condensed sugar that his tongue recoiled at the mere touch of it. It should be terrible, by all means, and yet the more it went on, the more the panther’s inner glutton began to shine through, leaving his sanity behind as its eyes were allowed to inspect what was happening to Pan’s body.
It shouldn’t be possible for him to be turning that round that quickly, and yet his abs had already all-but vanished, replaced with a near-perfectly smooth, rotund belly that growled loudly enough to overpower the feeding machine whenever its owner swallowed down another mouthful. It was beginning to spread to the rest of him as well, affecting his toned physique with much of the same unnatural celerity as it had the area around his stomach. Though they didn’t completely vanish, it was hard to call those things he had on his chest pecs as much as they had made the full transition into moobs, while his rock-solid thighs were beginning to soften at a dangerously quick pace, his ass as well widening to the point where the chair was beginning to feel tight all over. A soft groan could be heard coming from his body, his very frame complaining about having to swell that much, but Pan wasn’t listening; in fact, Pan wasn’t even there at all, replaced by some sort of panther-like ravenous beast with a thirst for sugar and sugary products.
Thus, when the machine dealt with the backlog and pinged loudly enough for the line to start moving again, the person they saw strapped on the chair was markedly different from the obviously-nervous hunk that had been there just moments prior. He’d been (quite adequately) replaced by a pudgier, rounder knockff version of himself, one whose swollen gut begged for more food to stuff it and whose general look was more akin to a series of spheres than the polished edifice of musculature it had been before. Oddly enough, even the regulars at the gym who showed up seemed to be enjoying this version of their panther a lot more than the old one, at least if their eyes and lip-licking tongues were any indication; the staff manning the main desk had their hands full just dealing with the sudden influx of donations, with one expressing doubts as to whether or not they’d even have enough cakes to go around after they tallied everything up.
In the meantime, Pan was having the time of his life completely ruining the physique he spent years developing and honing to perfection. It was just too good for him not to lose himself in, too overwhelming for even a mind such as his. Being able to watch as his body bloated and stuffed itself to ever greater sizes, even when such a thing should be, by all means, completely impossible, was something akin to a dream come true, even if it was a dream he didn’t even know he had at all. Before long, he wouldn’t just be a panther stuck to a chair, but an active participant in the process, loudly whining and begging for people to hurry up, to dump more and more and always more into the machine, until he grew too big and fat and round to move… and therefore needed even more cake to help him feel better about it. It was a vicious cycle he foresaw and did nothing to stop; quite the contrary, in fact.
Wouldn’t take more than thirty minutes for the chair to start creaking underneath Pan’s mounting weight. It was nothing more than a confirmation of what he already knew, and yet the sound of it was like honey to his needy ears; he’d grown so big that even chairs couldn’t hold him now, and the one thought left in his mind was that he wanted more of that, even if he had to force people to give it to him. Not that he could, of course, he was still firmly strapped to the chair.
A reality, it seemed, that wouldn’t last much longer, as the cakes just kept on coming regardless of how much they were clearly ruining his figure. Maybe he would’ve thought that people would be a lot more reticent to turn their resident hunk into a blob of fat so easily, back when he didn’t want to become one myself; if that was the case, everyone was dead set on proving him as wrong as he could be, with many of those who promised to return to the line doing so just so they could donate even more cash to see the panther strain the chair he was on.
They got their wish as well, because that flimsy thing wasn’t going to last much longer. His belly was barely even starting to spill over the edge when the legs holding it up snapped in half, sending him careening towards the ground… and then landing softly on what had to be the most pillowy ass he had ever felt in his life. At no point did Pan imagine he’d be feeling something as soft and pudgy as those cheeks being attached to him, but there they were, ready to cushion his fall and send both waves rippling through his rotund body and cheers rolling through the crowd. Random passers-by were drawing their wallets, eager to join the queue and see how far they could take it, while the feeding machine whirred and spun itself to near overheat trying to keep up with enough cake to nearly plug it again. As for the panther, he was just happy people were enjoying the show; he lived for that kind of impact on others.
At least now that he was safely on solid ground he could afford to start growing even more comfortably. He spread his legs, wanting to give his belly more room to spill over, and quickly finding it to not be the only thing he had to worry about. Used to having thighs that were powerful rather than simply large, it came as quite a surprise that the skin he scraped against the cement wasn’t harder than it was, but about as soft as the cakes being poured down his gullet; a look to the side confirmed what he suspected, with all definition in his lower musculature having been perfectly replaced by a set of thighs so wonderfully fat that they just begged to have someone sink their hands into them. It was only then that Pan remembered the only thing keeping himself from doing it was the chair to which his arms had been tied; now that the damned thing was gone, the only thing in between him and his hands being swallowed up by his own pudge was a simple thought… and a few inches.
It felt even better than he thought it would, like every neuron flared up in response to the slightest of touches. His old body, his inferior body, had always been responsive, so it wasn’t anything new; but he assumed that, well… losing his muscle tone meant turning his whole form into a flabby pillow to be kneaded and massaged, not a gigantic mass of arousal that needed to be avoided to stop him from going stuffing-crazy. All he could see were his fingers, trembling a mere inch or so away from his flesh, desperate to move closer and give him what he wanted… right before something else took his attention and ran off with it: his stomach.
He was so busy admiring his new puffy legs that he almost completely forgot about the main star of the show! Truth be told, it was easy to forgive him, seeing as that mass of cake-infused fat was now practically oozing onto the ground, the many rolls of flab pressing one one another as he gained pound after pound. He could practically see himself swell now with each bite, each mouthful he almost inhaled, pushing him further and further towards the edge of his endurance. Pan’s stamina was still untouched, but even he had his limits, especially when they were being as strained as they were; if he didn’t get some rest or respite soon, there wouldn’t be a lot of the panther left to go around.
Not that anyone seemed to care about that; the only thing keeping the crowd from walking up to him and digging in themselves was the rest of the gym staff making a small cordon around him. Pan was to be “appreciated”, not “felt up”, as they said, even as their eyes darted to his swelling, bloating frame and their hands occasionally slipped further behind them than they should. If the panther could talk, he might just tell everyone he was fine with having them use him as a body pillow; as it stood, with the feeding tube still lodged in his mouth and nothing for him to write on, all he could do was wave his arms towards himself, trying to signal his intention.
Unfortunately, the line of feeders took this to mean he wanted to have even more stuffed into him. This wasn’t inaccurate per se, but not exactly what he intended; he would love nothing more than for that mob to descend upon him and turn his body into their object of worship, even after passing the thousand pound mark and turning into more pudge than panther. All he could see was his own tubby self, expanding, bloating, swelling, growing in every direction, his thighs thickening, his ass widening, his belly gorging itself on the endless bounty of confectionary that was being forced into it. His body gurgled and rumbled, demanded more and more only to never be satisfied, leaving him feeling ever so empty and craving increasing quantities of food. The more he consumed, the emptier he felt, like his stomach had turned into a gnawing void that could never truly be filled.
And the food kept coming, the money kept pouring, until the stack of cakes that they had once thought would be too much to ever get rid of began to vanish into the aether, the empty boxes piling up elsewhere while a group of volunteers empties out whole stacks into the machine. Pan was openly moaning at this point, begging as loudly as he could for everyone to just forget about the money and dump the rest in… and for once, it seemed like people got it, because the whole line rushed towards him and completely overwhelmed the few staff members who were trying to protect him. Not a one lay a hand on him, though; no, this entire display of worship was purely focused on getting the rest of the cakes into him as quickly as possible, squeezing and mushing them up before forcing them down the machine.
As for Pan, he was… enjoying himself. Couldn’t get to his naughty bits anymore, not with over a ton of belly in the way, nor could he even move from his spot. In fact, there wasn’t a lot he could do that wasn’t just sit there and slowly feel himself overflow from his own fingers. It took someone accidentally tripping on the feeding machine after dumping in the last cake for anything new to happen; the whole thing shook and shuddered to a halt just as the last few crumbs were forced into his mouth, with a loud ping signalling the end of the work cycle. With a loud hiss, the clamps holding the tube over Pan’s mouth loosened, allowing him to remove the mask and throw it off to his side, finally giving the poor boy some room to breathe.
It was hard to, even without something clogging up his nose. Every breath made him painfully aware of how much weight was pressing down on his lungs, every exhale feeling like he was flattening them altogether. But it was a reminder of what he’d done, of what he’d accomplished… and a reminder of what everyone else did to him. Truth be told, in any other circumstance, he might’ve been mad at the crowd for what happened to his body, but now? Now he just wanted more. He wanted to gorge himself to his heart’s content and only worry about a diet when he could eat no more, and to that end, he needed people willing to go along with it.
Not difficult to find them, to be fair; all he had to do was open his arms wide and loudly invite everyone to come give him a big hug. Immediately a dozen or so folks threw themselves at him, sinking into his fat and making room for half a dozen more to stack on top of them. It felt positively heavenly for the panther, who couldn’t wait to see what the future held. Probably a lot of desperate workuts, all things considered…
… but that was something for another day. | null | [] |
*I want everybody to know that this is the first story I have written with a sexual nature so cut me a little slack. Comments and suggestions would be appreciated. Also, this is a work of pure fantasy. None of this has ever happened in real life. All of the persons depicted in this story are 18 or older.*
Hello. My name is Alex. I am 21 years old and 6'4" tall and very skinny. I have a slightly above average sized cock that is about 7 ½ inches long and about an inch or so in diameter. I am not a hot guy but I am attractive. And I am a mechanical engineer major at the University of Delaware.
I first began to notice girls when I was about thirteen. Like most teenage boys, I became nearly obsessed with the opposite sex. However I was somewhat of a geek (good with computers and not people, that type of guy) and so I didn't exactly get out much. Although I wasn't cool I wasn't an outcast either. I had a few dates in high school and did have a date to the senior prom. My freshman year at University of Delaware I lost my virginity to an average girl who was in the same engineering class as me. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't hot either. We shared some interests and went out on a date and ended up back at her place fucking like crazy because we were both horny freshman.
I first took notice of my cousin at a family reunion on the 4th of July, 2006. I was 21 and she was 18. She had always been a cute girl but annoyed me and my other cousin, her brother, to no end when we were younger. Her name was Christina, though she goes by Christy. The reunion was at my parent's house on a lake near the small town of Milton, Delaware. My entire family loved to water-ski and the lake was perfect for it. The house was small, about 1600 square feet. It had a deck out the back that went down to a small dock with a 20' bow rider tied there. The house was next to a small community dock and picnic area that was used by the neighborhood. Today we were using it to have our reunion with my dad and uncle standing by a grill chatting and cooking burgers. My mom and aunts were sitting around talking about whatever they talk about when nobody's really listening to them. And me and my cousin, Christian, were trying to get Christy to tell us where she was going to college. Christian and I were going to be in our junior year at the University of Delaware.
Anyway, I noticed Christy talking to yet another one of my cousins, named Sara. Christy was a year younger than Sara though Sara had been brought up strictly religious and looked much older. As the day went on I began to look more closely at Christy. I had never really taken a good look at her before and realized now that she was hot! I stared at her and began to get hard and she eventually noticed, looked over and winked at me. This caught me by surprise and I blushed and went to get another drink.
I suppose I should describe what Christy looks like. She has slightly curled blonde hair that is a little beyond shoulder length. She has a perfect body with a round ass, flat stomach, and a pair of what I guessed, correctly, to be 34 C breasts. She stood about 5'6" tall and weighed 140 pounds. She also had the bluest eyes I've ever seen.
It was later in the day when everyone went water skiing that I really got a good look at her. She had been wearing a t-shirt and shorts but had now changed into the hottest bikini I'd ever seen. It was a bright pink and was just large enough to not expose anything or appear slutty. However, it did give a hint of the hidden treasures beneath. I had to quickly readjust my bathing suit to hide my rapidly expanding dick. As I was helping to ready our boat to go out I saw my dad raise his eyebrows in appreciation of Christy's bathing suit.
I was lucky and got to go first to ski and thanked god that the water was cold due to a recent storm. The cold water helped cool me down. When I got back into the boat after my run someone took my skis from the water for me. As I was climbing in I looked up and found my nose mere inches from Christy's bikini clad pussy. I quickly looked down and was again grateful for the cold water. Once I was in the boat I looked back at Christy who was getting ready to take her turn on the skis. She just said to me "Hey Alex, there really is a gorgeous view from the water here." She then jumped into the water before I could respond. I can only hope she meant the view of the lake and not the view I got when I was climbing back into the boat.
During her run Christy fell pretty hard and decided to quit for the day. I was already at the back of the boat so I was the one who helped her out of the water. As she climbed up I could swear she intentionally brushed her breast against my leg. But she just looked up at me and smiled innocently as she accepted my hand to help her into the boat.
It was later that night during dinner that she stood up and asked for everybody's attention. "I have something to announce" she said. "I was accepted to several colleges and have decided which one to attend. I have been intentionally keeping it a secret until I was sure and I am now ready to tell you all. I am proud to say that I will be joining my brother and Alex at the U of D."
"Good for you Chris!" said Christian.
"Yeah," I said, "This means we'll get to see each other more often. I'll show you around when we go back."
"Thanks Alex. I'm really excited to be going to the same school as you and Christian."
As she accepted congratulations from the rest of the family I took the opportunity to admire her beauty. Not just her sexual beauty but her individual beauty. She had a gorgeous smile and her hair was shining in the sunset. It made a beautiful picture just then when the first fireworks began to go off.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Christy? It's Alex. I was wondering of you still wanted that tour around campus."
"Sure."
"Awesome. I'll come by your place about two tomorrow."
"All right. See you Alex."
"See you Christy."
The next day I had just finished showing Christy around the campus as I had promised when I asked her if she'd like anything to eat or drink. She said yes so we went to a little café just off the campus.
"This is a nice little place. Do you come here often?" she asked me.
"Yeah. I come here pretty much every week. The food and coffee is good and not many people know about it. It's a great place to just relax. I usually try to bring girls here if I want to take them out on a date because the atmosphere is so nice and relaxing." I said.
"So does this mean you want to take me out on a date?" She asked.
"No! You're my cousin." I said. However, I had been unable to get the thought of her with the fireworks behind her and her beautiful smile out of my mind. I just thought she was so beautiful. I couldn't stop thinking about her.
"Hello. Earth to Alex." I brought myself back to the present. Damn, I thought, I was doing it again.
"What?" I said.
"I asked if you'd like to meet me here every week. We could catch up and just chill out together."
"Yeah, that sounds great." I said. "One week from today, same time?"
"Sounds good." She said. "I'll see you then."
And that's just what we did. Every week we would meet at the little café, chat and just relax together. And every time she'd ask if I was sure I wasn't bringing her there to ask her out. And every time I'd reply no, that she was my cousin. It was at one of these meetings several months later that we began talking about when we were younger.
"You know," she said, "I had a crush on you since I was thirteen." She giggled and blushed a little.
"I have to admit," I said sheepishly, "I always thought you were beautiful."
"Really? I'm not that pretty." She said.
"Yes you are." I said. "I know at least thirty guys who would love to go out with you."
By this time we had just about finished and were getting ready to leave so she said "Are you sure that you can't honk of thirty one guys?" She had been looking at me very pointedly when she said that and it made me feel a little uneasy.
"Maybe." I said. "I'll have to think about it."
It was later that same day that I called her and asked her out to dinner that Friday. She said yes and we arranged for me to pick her up at about six. Later that week Christian gave me a call to see what I was doing that Friday and ask if I wanted to find some girls with him.
"Sorry man," I said, "I already have a date Friday."
"Oh." He said. "Oh well. Some other time then. Who's the lucky girl anyway?"
"This girl named Christy who I met at my favorite café."
"Same name as my sister huh? Won't that make it kinda weird?" he asked.
"Nah. It doesn't bother me. After all, it's just a name."
"All right. Anyway, I'll see you later." He said.
"Later."
After I hung up I thought of a quote from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. "Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Christy was just a girl just like the thousands of others on the campus. It was our last name that would be our enemy if we did date. After all, incest is a crime in the US, not to mention being a major taboo. But that one quote cleared any inhibitions I might have had about going out with Christy. With that thought in mind I enjoyed the rest of my week as I waited for Friday night and my date with Christy.
When Friday finally arrived I couldn't wait for my date with Christy. I dressed casually wearing just jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket because the weather was getting chilly. I enjoyed the beauty of the campus as I went to pick up Christy but discovered that she distracted all my attention from the scenery. She looked beautiful in just a pink sweater and jeans.
"I've been looking forward to tonight." she said as we drove to the restaurant.
"Same here." I said. "I like our times together and Ironhill brewery, where we're going, has some of the best food in town."
"Great," she said, "I haven't been there yet but I've heard it's really good."
"Just wait," I said, "it's some of the best."
"Wow," Christy said, "that was an amazing meal."
"Yeah," I said, "I really enjoyed it too."
After our waiter had brought the bill and I had paid we left. It was still pretty early so we decided to just wander around the campus for a while. We walked in silence for a while when Christy said, "Brrrrrr. It's getting colder. I thought it was warmer than this."
"Here," I offered her my jacket, "this'll help." And I placed it around her shoulders. As I did so I could smell her perfume. It smelled as sweet as a rose.
As we were walking I noticed that she still appeared to be cold so I cautiously put my arm around her waist. She just leaned her head against my shoulder. As I was looking down at her she looked up at me and said, "Thanks Alex," and leaned up and kissed me on the lips. I was so surprised that I instinctively kissed her back. Before I knew it we were holding each other and kissing each other slowly and gently as two lovers would. This lasted for a while until I felt her tongue trying to enter my mouth which I let it do. We were kissing much more passionately by now, our bodies pressing together and our tongues dueling each other, battling back and forth between her mouth and mine. Her mouth tasted of the ice cream we had shared for our dessert. It was one of the most amazing kisses I've ever had.
"How about we get out of the cold?" I asked when we broke our kiss.
"Okay, let's go back to your place," she said. "My place is farther away."
"Sounds good," I said.
As soon as we were in my apartment and the door was closed we again embraced in a passionate kiss. "You know," she said, "I never said I stopped having a crush on you."
"Are you sure you want to be doing this? I mean we are related."
"Yes," she said, "you know that quote from Romeo and Juliet about how a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. I took that to heart. I don't care that are last names are the same or that we're related. What matters is what's going on here and now."
And with that she again kissed me and sent me to a whole new level of arousal. As we kissed I cupped her ass and enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressing into my chest. "Let's find somewhere more comfortable," I said.
"Okay."
We moved into my living room and sat together on the sofa. "You really are gorgeous," I said. She just smiled at me and winked.
"Then how do I look when I'm like this?" With that she removed her top exposing her bra clad breasts to my view.
She laughed when the only answer I could manage was to stare at her in wonderment. As we again kissed, with our tongues dueling in each other's mouth, I felt her breast and deftly removed her bra.
"I love you," I said, "and I mean that in every way."
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that." As she said that she too my right hand and placed it on her left breast. "Now please love me like you've never loved anyone before."
She stopped me from responding by clamping her mouth over mine in a loving kiss. I broke away from her mouth and kissed her neck, ears, and finally moved down to her breasts. I loved the feel of them in my hand and mouth. They were soft yet didn't droop at all and she tasted as sweet as she smelled. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth she let out a moan of pleasure and pushed her body against mine even harder. I kissed her breasts with fervor, switching between them with my mouth on one and my hand on the other.
Finally, she pulled me away from her breasts and kissed me before removing my shirt as well. I took control again and removed my jeans as well. The bulge of my cock is highly evident and she stares at it in fascination.
"You know," she said, "I'm still a virgin. I've given a few blowjobs but that's it."
"You know that's okay with me" I said. "I'll be gentle."
"I've never seen a cock as big as yours though" she said. "Can I touch it?"
"Yes."
She began to play with my cock through my boxers but my cock was starting to get really hard so I took them off leaving me naked before her.
"Wow," she said, "it's big. I'm not sure I can take all that."
"Don't worry. I'll help and it'll be easier than you think."
"Okay."
She began jacking my cock before gently kissing it on the head and sucking it into her mouth. I moaned as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.
"You're really good at that. There's more to you than meets the eye."
Her response was to suck harder and faster on my cock. I started gently thrusting into her mouth but quickly stopped.
"I'm too close to cumming" I said. "Now it's my turn to pleasure you."
As I said that I helped her removed her jeans showing her panties. She wasn't a slut, she wasn't wearing a thong, and as a matter of fact her panties were very plain. But I swear to this day that it was the sexiest sight I have ever seen. She was curled up next to me on the sofa wearing just a pair of panties and an innocent smile that said nothing of her true nature.
I kissed her again on the lips and ten began to slowly work my way down her body. I stopped for a moment to kiss and fondle her breasts before again moving down her body. As I reached her pussy I gently kissed it through her panties. I slowly helped her remove them and slid them off her long, slim legs completely exposing her pussy. She had shaved all of her hair except for a small triangle right above her pussy. I could already smell her sex and breathed in the heavenly aroma.
"You're beautiful Christy" I said.
"You mean it? I've never thought I was that pretty."
"Oh yes. You are."
And with that I dove into her pussy and began nibbling and sucking on her lips. She began moaning so I began to suck on her clit.
"Oh God yes!" she gasped as I nibbled on her clit.
I removed my mouth for a second and inserted a finger easily into her small snatch so I added a second. Her head fell back onto the sofa and she began to moan loudly.
"Oh yes Alex. Keep doing that!"
I obliged her request and continued with my fingers and added my mouth on her clit. This double stimulation pushed her over the edge and she came on my mouth and hand.
"OH GOD YES! Oh fuck my pussy with your fingers. Lick my clit! I'm cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg!"
Her warm juices flooded my mouth as she came and I drank her sweet nectar as it flowed out of her pussy into my hand and mouth.
"Oh God Alex, that was amazing. I've never had that done to me before." With that she kissed me more passionately than I had ever been kissed.
We sat on the sofa and kissed for a while before I asked her if she was ready.
"Yes" she said. "I have wanted this for longer than you can possibly know."
"How do you want to do it? Do you want to be on top so you can control the speed?"
"Yes, that sounds good."
We position ourselves with her on top of me and my cock pointing straight up at her waiting pussy.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yes." And with that one word she impaled herself on my cock and took her virginity, crying out slightly from the pain. "I'm okay," she said before I could ask, "just give me a second."
"Take your time. If it hurts too much we can stop."
"No, I'm okay now."
She started moving slowly up and down on my cock, both of us enjoying the sweet friction that our bodies were creating.
"I feel so full" she said. "But it feels so damn good. Oh God that's good!"
"You're so tight. It feels wonderful."
She began to move faster on my cock, now truly fucking it. I was pushing up every time she came down causing our bodies to meld together as much as possible. I reached up and began to fondle her breasts, pinching the erect nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
Suddenly she screamed and started fucking me like crazy. "OH MY GOD! Yes! There, right there! Ohhhhhh I'm cumming!"
"Oh God Christy. I'm gonna cum too."
"Cum in me! Cum in me! I'm on the pill."
"Oh God!" I grunted as my balls released a massive amount of cum into her grasping pussy causing her orgasm to rise to new heights. Her pussy was milking my cock for every last drop of cum I had which I gladly gave it as our bodies smacked together in orgasmic bliss.
After our orgasms had subsided she collapsed on top of me. "Wow. Alex that was amazing. Thank you for making my first time so great."
"That was the best sex I've ever had" I said. "I've never cum that hard."
"Hehehe," she giggled, "I think you're still hard." She squeezed her pussy muscles around my cock and sent a thrill through my body.
And I was still hard. My cock was still in her pussy and just as hard as it had been when we were fucking.
"Well," I said, "looks like I'm ready for another round whenever you are
"Okay, but let's do it in the bed this time."
As soon as I pulled out of her our combined juices began to flow out of her pussy.
"I got it" she said. And she scooped up our combined cum as it flowed out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth and swallowed it. She made the whole process so sexy it made more cum leak out of my cock.
"Now look what you've done" I said.
"It's okay; I can take care of that too." And she sucked my cock into her mouth and sucked the last remaining bits of cum from my cock.
As we walked back to my bedroom we both made a quick bathroom break. When she came into my bedroom I was already on the bed waiting for her. She lay down beside me and I stroked her hair.
"You really are beautiful" I said.
She just kissed me in reply as I rolled on top of her. My cock was now pressed against her wet pussy.
"Put it in" she said. "I need you in me right now."
I inserted my cock slowly, teasing her. She moaned and I plunged myself fully into her.
"Oh yeah" she moaned, "that's good."
So we just slowly fucked for a few minutes before she started trying to hump me faster so I sped up my pace. I could tell she was rapidly approaching her orgasm from the way her pussy muscles were clenching my cock.
"Don't cum yet," I said, "if you cum like you did last time I won't last and there's something I think we should try."
She nodded and slowed down, though not much.
I quickly pulled out of her, much to her surprise and disappointment, and quickly got her in a doggy style position in front of me before I thrust right back into her.
"Oh. I like this" she said. "I like this a lot. Fuck me hard now Alex. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"
"Oh yeah. You like it when I fuck your wet pussy hard don't you? Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me hard" she said with a moan. I could tell the dirty talk was turning her on even more.
"Be more specific. Tell me what you want in graphic detail. Show me the true little slut you are with your language."
"I want my cousin to fuck me hard" she said. "Oh, I'm getting close to cumming again. Fuck me, fuck me Alex. Oh fuck yeah!"
Just as she was about to cum I took my index finger and pushed it against her ass while fucking her as hard as I could. As she began to cum my finger slipped into her ass. I began to fuck her ass with my finger in time with my cock.
"Oh GOD! What are you doing? Oh God I'm cumming again. Keep doing that. Just like that oh yeah." She began rubbing her clit furiously.
"Oh man Christy I'm about to cum again too."
"Do it in my mouth. In my mouth Alex." As I pulled out of her pussy she quickly replaced my cock with her fingers.
As soon as I stuck my cock in her mouth I felt a tightening in my balls. "Here it comes!" I yelled. Christy began furiously sucking my cock as she swallowed my cum that was entering her mouth almost faster than she could keep up. Even swallowing as fast as she could, some of my cum leaked out around her lips and dribbled down her chin.
After that we both collapsed onto my bed, exhausted.
"Wow Christy. That was amazing. You are the best cocksucker I know by far." I said.
"Thanks. You're right that was amazing. We'll definitely have to do that again soon. Right now we better get some sleep. It's almost 2 AM."
We kissed each other goodnight. I could taste some of myself on her lips but I didn't mind.
"Goodnight Christy" I said. "I love you."
"I love you too Alex." | Me and My Cousin Ch. 01 | [
"cousins",
"coed",
"college",
"virgin coed",
"female virgin"
] |
A Case of Bovid-19 Photomorph by TransformationMagic Deviant Art – “Case of Bovid-19” Used with permission for this story
The invitation had come in a gold seal pressed envelope. The finely scripted lettering, the delicate piece of tissue that fell out of the carefully folded envelope. It even smelled of lavender. Not that she felt she had to be one of the elites, but then again, she’d never seen an invitation like this one either.
She turned it over in her hands. The shimmer of the gold on the card. It even weighed heavily in her hands as she looked at the offer. An invitation to a party. No, not just any party, but a socialite ball for New Year’s Eve. Kate knew she shouldn’t go. The news was all over about this latest wave of cases. Nearly a million people turned into cows just in the US and Canada alone. She’d even watched one change live on the news. She shivered at the thought. Maybe she could be careful. After all it took time for a new virus to spread, didn’t it? And she’d be careful. A mask, no touching, all the safe stuff. She’d even gotten the vaccine, that would be enough? Wouldn’t it?
There just wasn’t any reason to turn down her chance to hobnob with people that could really make or break her career as an aspiring artist. Turning the card over she saw some delicate cursive on the back, a customized invitation from the one woman she’d never imagine would invite her.
Elaina was everything she wasn’t. Graceful, dark haired, rich, and very, very popular. They worked together at the office, both taking regular gigs, but it was clear that Elaina was there to rub elbows with the executives, while Kate found herself rubbing elbows with the creeps in the mailroom. Not that they paid her any attention if Elaina came down the stairs, immaculately coifed and almost sensual in every moment. Hell, it made Kate a tad wet watching her.
And that was how it started.
She sat biting her lip, waiting, and remembering as her leg bounced anxiously. The party had been everything she’d dreamed of. She’d shown up in her best dress and heels, with a delicate mask over her face. But the room was so crowded, and after a while they’d plied her with drinks. She wasn’t sure when exactly she’d let the mask slip all the way off, but she certainly had spent the evening laughing and dancing with cute men whose fortunes made her head spin. Maybe they’d remember her when she needed funding for some art. Then again, maybe she’d hope for them to forget her as she itched her nose, anxiously awaiting her turn with the physician.
Why had she been so stupid? She knew better. She pounded the sides of her head with her hands, feeling many of the reasons why she was here now.
“Kate?” The masked nurse called from the door.
Kate got up and carefully followed at a distance, her own mask pressed out, tighter than it should have been. The same was true for her pants, something that she was keenly aware of as she stepped down the hall into a room that had been converted to part of the makeshift clinic.
She obediently got on the scale, but refused to look at the number. She didn’t want to know; it certainly wasn’t going to be a hundred and ten like it used to be. The nurse was kind enough not to say anything, just a brief “Ah,” and she wrote down some numbers.
The blood pressure, her temperature, the nurse said little, and Kate just went through the motions wondering how long before the doctor would see her.
“Alright, off with your clothes. Panties can stay.” The nurse said, as she ducked out the door. “The doctor will be in shortly.” There was a rattle and a thump as the chart fell into the basket on the front of the door.
Kate would have wondered why this doctor was so old fashioned, but right now she didn’t care. She wanted these pants off. The button had almost cut into tender new flesh as she peeled herself out of them. The top was next. She hadn’t worn a bra; her breasts were too swollen and tender for that, but she still struggled with her shirt. The neck hole wasn’t large enough and she had to pull hard to get it over her ears. They twitched, setting her teeth on edge. She could feel their weight, the floppy heavy sensation that dragged on either side of her head. She could even feel them move with sounds. Her body shivered just a bit in the cool room, but that just drew more attention to the changes that were slowly consuming her. The jiggle of flesh that ran across the bottom of her belly, the swell of her breasts.
She wondered how long she had. Her tail had already grown in. She could feel it swishing behind her. Long and thick, with a delicate puff of fur that matched her hair and fuzzy ears. Worse, the fur was starting to spread. She could see the faint shadow on her lower legs, and it was already growing in across her shoulders.
A heavy knock came at the door.
Kate blushed slightly and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Come in.” She said cautiously.
The doctor entered, all in blue scrubs and wearing a mask that hid everything but his small wire rimmed glasses. “Miss, ah, Kate, is it? What seems to be the problem today… oh.” He gave her a cautious glance.
Kate looked at him, pleading. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it was just one night, and well I was vaccinated and um, I just…” She dissolved into sobs as he jotted down notes.
He took a seat in an old office chair and wheeled it over. “How long have you been changing?”
“Since the day after New Year’s.” Kate said with a sniffle, her broad bridged nose snorting slightly.
He reached over and pulled down the edge of her panty, revealing more of the four mounds that were slowly merging into a single udder. Right now, each looked more like a small pert breast, but Kate knew that eventually they’d swell into a monstrous hanging pink sack. She could feel his cold fingers gently palpating the flesh. She bit her lip slightly, but this time so she didn’t react to the sensation of his touch on her newest teat. She hated to admit it, but it felt good.
He looked over her carefully, even having her remove the facemask so he could get a good look at her developing snout. “Well,” he said eventually. “I have some good news, and I have some bad news.”
Her shoulders sagged. “I’m going to become a cow? Like all those other people?” Her mind spun to the people who had become mere cattle. She didn’t want to end up like them. She remembered watching the fights on the news about whether they were still people, or if the calves that they had begun dropping were people at all. The only good thing had been that dairy prices had cratered, but cheap yogurt hardly seemed worth it.
“Well, the good news is that the vaccine worked.” He said quietly, drawing her away from the anguishing thoughts.
“I thought the vaccine was suppose to make me not get it? How am I like this then?” She moaned.
He pushed his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose. “It’s designed to make you less susceptible to the disease, it’s not one- hundred percent. That’s why we asked you to mask and socially distance yourselves.”
“Does that mean I’m still going to become a cow?” She asked, afraid of what the answer might be.
“No, that’s the other thing the vaccine does. It makes the symptoms, in this case bovinization, less severe. You’ve gotten a pretty bad case, but if you’d not had the vaccine, well, you’d be in a pasture already.” He made a few marks on her charts. “So will I…” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask.
“Be cured? No. There’s no known cure, and you’re not quite done. I expect you’ll find some additional fur and mammary growth is still ahead, but it’s already slowing.” He tapped her udder again. “I’d suggest investing in a nice milker for those. Most girls end up needing one. I can write you a prescription so you can take it off on your health savings account.”
Kate wasn’t sure if she was happy or not at the news. Her body, now heavily bovinized, from her small horns, to her thick hips, was going to stay this way, or even get worse. Her tail twitched, reminding her that the alternative could be much worse, she could be prancing about a meadow on four hooves.
“Alright, here’s the prescription. Get some udder balm and cocoa butter too. It’ll probably double in size this week, and you don’t want stretch marks.” He handed her the papers. “There’s not much else to do, but I would suggest you avoid sex for a while. New cows are usually very fertile, and regular birth control doesn’t seem to be working as well. Plus, you can still spread the disease until you finish your changes, so that’s doctor’s orders. No sex, for, hmm, two weeks.”
Her mouth twitched downward. She’d already noticed the increased libido. She didn’t relish staying out of the sack while her body was craving it, but she didn’t need to have a baby, or was that calf, right now.
The doctor left, and she dressed. She paused to admire her new features in the mirror before the mask went back on. She couldn’t decide if she felt cute or disgusting. The big ears and the small horns mostly argued for cute. The growing udder was still cute, but soon? She wasn’t so sure. Her tail whipped around, reminding her of its presence again. That at least was cute, but she was going to have to do something about the fur on her shoulders. The snout though? The jury was still out, but she missed her old nose. She wiggled her toes, glad at least she still had them.
Finally dressed and ready she headed out to the farm-acy. A new bovid-19 center that catered to victims of this pandemic.
The milker sat on the couch, already pumping away at her growing teats. The doctor had been right, she had needed it. Already her udder was much larger than just three days ago, and while little else had changed, save her bust size, she could feel other changes too. Her body was chaffing under the restriction to not have sex. Kate was beside herself with horniness, and not just the pair she sported from her head.
She’d had nothing to distract her either, since she had to stay quarantined from work for another ten days.
The mail at least proved interesting. Another card came. The same fancy paper, the same delicate lavender smell that wafted up from the card stock.
She opened it carefully, wondering what it could say. The contents made her both blush and scream with rage. There in the corner was Elaina’s delicate scrawl.
We were so pleased to hear that you are now a lovely milk maiden. So much so that we’d like to invite you to another fete. A milky gala. As a guest of honor. Kate’s mind flashed back to that evening, the events muddled by alcohol and time, but she recalled something. No, she recalled more things. Elaina had never removed her mask that night. Nor had any of the other high society types. Just some of the invitees, like her. The men had laughed, teasing her as they danced, joking about changes and the future. Two and two came together in Kate’s mind. They’d planned this. They’d gotten girls together who knew they couldn’t resist that invitation, just to see if they could create fantasies for themselves, out of her body. She screamed, the bellow coming out almost a moo as she realized that she’d been set up.
She regretted going to that party, of ever meeting Elaina, or of ever taking a risk. And damn that woman if she was going to be their play thing. She was her own cow… um, woman! | null | [] |
It was about 1 week off first year exams and Amanda had been studying round the clock, organising her notes and making sub notes on those! To put it plainly, she was seriously organised.
Lucy was reading Cosmo on their blue 3 seater couch.
Now don't think that Lucy does no work, she just makes time for breaks, 15 minutes of revision and 5 minutes to chill out, Amanda was just extremely nervous about failing as she was struggling in certain areas of her English class where as Lucy seemed to be on top of everything.
The girls were both taking their studies seriously and had vowed not to go out and party in the 2 months leading up-to exams. This pretty much meant that they were spending the whole day together when not in lectures, there was no time to blow off any steam, or anything else for that matter since their vow included no boys until the end of the exams.
It was a Wednesday, Lucy's favourite day of the working week as she had quite the crush on her Psychology professor and enjoyed his lectures immensely, probably why she was doing so well, she sat and drank in every word those smooth pouty lips created.
Professor James Cross was 36 but looked about 28, he was tall, around 6ft, dark hair, a strong jaw line which occasionally had some sexy stubble and a medium build. Lucy had a particular fascination with his soft pouty pink lips and his deep blue eyes, she said that she would happily swim in them given the chance. Professor Cross had a very deep sexy voice, Amanda had once sneaked into the back of one of Lucy's lectures one day when she had nothing to do, just to see if he really was all Lucy described him to be, the girls later joked at how wet he made them just by speaking.
'Do you ever wonder what his wife looks like?' Asked Lucy between pages of Cosmo, 'I bet she's gorgeous'
'Who?'
'Professor Cross's wife'
'Probably a tall slim brunette, you know the type, dancer figure but I bet she's got an actual personality to go with it' replied Amanda, more than willing to be lured into conversation and away from 40 pages of English notes.
'I actually dreamed about him last night'
'what happened' Amanda's mind no longer on work at all.
'come sit and I'll tell you', Amanda did as she was asked, intrigued by what she was about to hear, once on the couch, Amanda started up again. "Well, I was at one of my lectures, wearing my black and flower print mini skirt, blue low cut top with amazing cleavage I must say", the girls started laughing. "My flip flops and perfume, don't even ask how I know I was wearing perfume in a dream. Anyway, I'm sitting there taking notes from the board when he drops his chalk near my seat at the front, he gets down on his hands and knees to pick up his chalk which rolled over by my foot, but instead of picking up the chalk he starts licking my thighs!"
'Your kidding! I cant believe it, that's wild!'
'That's not all, then he swivels the table away, you know the weird ones that are attached to the chairs but lift and swivel away? Anyway, one of those and reveals to everyone what he's doing, he's literally sliding his tongue all over my thighs, he tells me my skin tastes delicious and he loves me being in his lessons because he goes home and has a new fantasy about me each lesson. He's working his way up my leg slowly and I'm groaning away enjoying it completely while all the other students are looking over umming and aaring at us, trying to see exactly what he's doing. He gets to my pussy and I'm not wearing any underwear, he runs his tongue straight up my slit which is completely wet now and makes some delicious noises. His hands spread my legs and he really sets at it, he's sucking my clit and tongue fucking me, it was amazing and you know what else?'
'No but id like to' replied Amanda in a slightly husky voice.
'I could feel it all, as if it was real. He took me to the edge 3 times, waiting till my body started to tense and then stopping and just blowing on my clit, nearly sending me over but not quite, enough to keep my body rigid with pleasure though. Then after he got me close to cumming in his mouth, he removed his gorgeous lips from mine and told me to stand at his desk, which when I got there had handcuffs built into it, you know like how stocks did? He cuffed me in and told me to be still, I was bent over In front of the whole of my psychology class, humiliated but loving it at the same time, all my pussy juice was running down my legs, he got out a big ruler and started to spank me, he said he thought I deserved a spanking because I let him do that to me in front of the whole class, and then he called me a naughty girl and said he was going to punish me properly now, that's when he took out his cock and pushed it inside me, it felt amazing, it felt bloody big too! He fucked me so hard, it was like he didn't care if I came, which I did by the way, three times, making up for all the times he took me to the edge and stopped I guess. Out of no where I felt his cock tense up inside me and all of a sudden I felt bursts of hot liquid filling me, his hands digging into my sides and he was screaming my name, everyone else in the class amazed at what was going on. They were all masturbating, a few had already cum and some were about to, the air was full of the smell of sex and as he finished firing all his cum inside me, he stood back and watched it all dripping from between my spread legs and going all over the floor. He let everyone else go and then me, neither of us spoke, just smiled and I left the lecture hall.'
'Oh my God, I think I just came' Amanda joked. 'you must have been seriously horny to dream about that?'
'I was indeed, to be honest I've been horny ever since we swore off men for these bloody exams.'
'Do you remember a couple of months ago, when we... helped each other out?'
'Yeah'
'Well, what would you think to helping each other out again, it means we wont be distracted by men and I'm sure it'll help us study, what do you think?'
'Well if it will help us study' Lucy smiled 'Then we'd be silly not to.'
And with that Lucy leaned over and kissed Amanda, they organised their bodies so they're laying on top of each other on the couch. Their tongues searched each others mouths, their kisses deep and passionate, their hands roaming all over each other. Lucy was wearing a short green tank top and denim shorts while Amanda had on a pink boob tube and white skirt. Lucy ran her hands up Amanda's skirt and caressed her thighs, grabbed her ass and spanked it a few times.
'You like it when I spank you?'
'Mmm it feels so naughty'
Amanda pulled off Lucy's tank top and the girls then sat up and quickly undressed each other, Lucy running her hands over Amanda's curvy body as she did so. Lucy was wearing black and pink matching underwear, it was black and pink lace intertwined with pouty pink lips all up the straps and on the band of the thong. Amanda couldn't wait to taste her flesh and pushed her head between Lucy's amazing breasts, licking all over her cleavage, savouring the sweet taste of her flesh mingled with the bitter taste of her perfume which was lingering on her skin, she unhooked the bra as she teased Amanda's flesh and as it fell she licked from the delicious dip between her full breasts to her stiff nipples. First she took the left one between her lips and ran her tongue over it, feeling it grow and stiffen even more, then swapped to the right nipple running her tongue around it in circles, Lucy was moaning, Amanda's tongue sent shivers straight from her hard nipples to her swollen clit.
Pulling herself out of this daze, Lucy pushed Amanda onto her bed landing on top of her and kissed her lips, Amanda's mouth and chin were wet from where she had been soaking Lucy's gorgeous tits. Amanda was completely naked, bypassing her tits Lucy moved all the way down her body, she needed to taste that pussy, she had been secretly fantasizing about it for months but didn't want to mention it thinking that Amanda wanted their last romp to be a one time thing.
Amanda lay back along the bed, arms above her head, legs spread wide with a gorgeous woman between them. She could feel every movement of Lucy's tongue from when she flicked at her clit to when she sucked it or ran her tongue flat over it, she could feel her push it deep inside her slippery pussy. She especially enjoyed it when Lucy pushed 2 fingers inside her and rubbed her G-spot, she was so close, moaning and crying out how good it felt, the room suddenly felt hotter to her as Lucy wrapped her lips around her clit, she started to sweat as Lucy started finger fucking her harder. She gripped the bed sheets in her hands, her body went rigid, she was screaming so loud she thought everyone on campus was going to hear, Lucy certainly did, she started sucking and licking her clit harder and faster.
'OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!' Amanda screamed 'I'M CUMMING!'
Her whole pussy tightened up around Lucy's soft fingers so tight she could barely move them and gushed cum all over her them. She was bucking her hips, pushing her pussy into Lucy's face and moaning loudly. She could feel every contraction and convulsion of her body as her breasts heaved and her nipples hardened.
Her orgasm slowly subsided as Lucy went to the bathroom to wash her face of all Amanda's cum, it was dripping all down her face.
'I'm going to wear out that clit today' said Lucy walking back into the room, she stood in-front of a glowing Amanda and bent over removing her thong. She was so wet that Amanda could see the scrap of material between her legs glistening as she pulled it down. Lucy climbed on top of Amanda and without even asking permission sat on her face.
'Eat me!" she ordered
With that Amanda set to work licking up all that pussy juice that had spread all over her pussy, she tasted every drop, she loved the taste of Lucy's cunt and couldn't wait to eat her dry. She sucked her clit and rubbed her own which was quite sensitive but had calmed down enough now to be touched.
Lucy started rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy all over Amanda's mouth, the feeling was amazing and it was smearing pussy juice all over Amanda's face, she was loving it, it was getting her so turned on.
Just at that moment, Lucy climbed off Amanda's face and went to her bedside table and opened the top drawer, removing from it a large rubber dildo.
'Oh my goodness, that things massive, that's not going anywhere near me!' Amanda exclaimed, terror in her voice
'Don't worry, its not all for you, half of it goes in me, I was just thinking, the last time we did this, I thought there was something missing, although it was pretty fucking amazing, and I bought this, not that I was expecting anything to happen again' Lucy replied with a sly smile and a giggle in her voice. 'I think were both worked up enough for this now.'
'I need cock, so long as your taking half of it... fuck me!'
Excitedly Lucy jumped back on the opposite side of the bed from Amanda, she bent over and faced the opposite direction, fully exposing her ass and full pussy lips to Amanda. She passed Amanda the dildo and told her to gently push it into her pussy, she did as she was told, working it in and out of Lucy's slick cunt, first squeezing the head of the fat cock into her aching hole, then pushing it in with each thrust, Lucy was moaning in pleasure and Amanda was getting even more wet watching this cock slide between her room mates wet pussy lips.
'O.K. Now you bend over and back up onto it, I'll hold it in place. Fuck Mands it felt so good while you were fucking me back there'
Lucy reached under and held the mammoth dildo in place while Amanda bent over on all fours like her friend, reached beneath her and took hold of it, holding it at her opening she slowly backed up, it eased its way slowly in to her tight cunt.
'Oh god that's good, every time you move back, it feels like your fucking me with it'
Amanda purposely pushed back harder and heard a loud groan from her horny friend. Now it was finally filling each hot cunt, both girls started moving back and forth on it, letting it slide out of their pussies and slam back in, slowly at first, feeling each ridge of the fake cock, feeling the shaft sliding between their lips, enjoying the feeling of their asses bumping against each others. They built up speed slowly until they were slamming themselves back against each other, filling themselves with as much dick as possible, almost fighting over who got the most, they bent forward and started rubbing their clits around the same time. With each of them bent forward, rather than bumping their asses together, they were slamming their pussies together.
They could each feel the other girls finger rubbing their clits as they swapped their pussy juices. Amanda reached forward and took Lucy's hand from her extremely swollen clit and placed it on her own, Lucy got straight to work rubbing it in little circular motions, she could feel just how swollen it was, she could feel how slick it was from her and Amanda's own pussy juice. It excited her rubbing Amanda's clit, it excited her to know she was the one making Amanda moan like a little bitch, making her body twitch and her nipples stiffen but wanted some of this attention for herself.
'Rub my clit, please rub my clit, I'm so close, I need you to run your hands over my pussy'
Amanda ran her hand over each of her nipples, she could feel the sweat on her chest, her face was so red and flushed. She ran her hand over her stomach, past Lucy's hand and up Lucy's cum covered thigh to her hot engorged pussy, she quickly found her clit, it was big and hard with all the attention and just like her own, covered in pussy juice, she rubbed it furiously, the faster she rubbed Lucy's the faster Lucy rubbed hers.
They were moaning loudly, their bodies glowing with sweat, their chests and faces red, their hair sticking to their necks, their movements growing faster and frantic, hands running over their cunts, the huge dildo dripping cum everywhere, their bodies start to shake, their hips are bucking,
'Fuck me Professor, fuck my tight little pussy, make me cum Professor Cross, I'm your whore, fuck me like your paying for me.' screamed Lucy.
'That's so fucking hot, knowing what you say when your being fucked by some hot guy, your turning me on so much.'
With one final slam into her pussy, her cunt and ass started tensing up and releasing, her pussy juice gushed from her filled hole, squirting out a little as Amanda rammed into her and felt it, that's all it took to start her cumming as hard as Lucy, both girls were shaking, shouting, their fuck holes stretched, tightening around one huge piece of plastic they were each impaling themselves on, sharing their juices on, each time they bumped pussies it sent a new wave of their orgasms over them. Toward the end of their orgasm they weren't even sliding up and down the dildo, just smearing their pussies together, spreading their juices over each other.
Once they had both finished cumming, Amanda crawled forwards a little, letting the dildo slide from her well fucked pussy, Lucy did the same and put it to one side.
'What do you think to us doing that more often?' asked Amanda
'Sounds good to me, I really really enjoyed that' was Lucy's sleepy reply.
Both girls lay together on the bed close to each other kissing gently and falling asleep. | Meeting Lucy Ch. 02 | [
"bicurious female",
"dildo",
"lesbian dildo",
"lesbian masturbation",
"lesbian oral",
"double dildo"
] |
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The repetitive noise started rang around as my eyes slowly opened to the bright room. I was alone so it took a few moments to register what the noise was. The repetitive beep was a video call coming through on the phone but I couldn't immediately locate it. Eventually I found it and answered the voice call to be greeted by the face of Freya Mavor.
"Hey boss, you still in LA?"
"Yeah but I'm flying back this evening. Why's that?" I asked as I left the bed and started to make my way to the kitchen.
"Well the ginger slut told me she couldn't get you into bed last night so challenged me to instead. Guess I can't if you're not here."
"And why would you want to go and do something stupid like that?"
"Well I've heard a few things. One is how nice your cock is. Can I see?"
I looked at her with a quizzical look. We'd been a bit flirty during the making and release of my first filme but she had been in a long term committed relationship. The revelation of that ending a few days before had been surprising but I hadn't expected her to be so forward.
"I'm not too sure Freya. I mean, he's not exactly awake at the moment." I replied as I turned on the coffee machine.
"Maybe this will wake him."
I looked at the screen as Freya lowered it down to bare her pert breasts. Her hand rested on her pert breast and pinched her nipple making it harder. I could feel my cock start to get hard so decided why not? I moved the camera down to show my cock and could hear a gasp on the other side. I returned the camera to my face and could see Freya smiling.
"Fair enough, that is lovely. I'll have to arrange my schedule."
With that Freya terminated the call after giving me a wink. I chuckled at the interaction before picking up my coffee.
"Better get packed then."
10 Days in Hollywood: Day 10
Starring Daisy Ridley.
Featuring Felicity Jones and Freya Mavor
Mystery Celebrity Revealed
MF, cons, oral, facial,
It wasn't long after I got changed that they arrived to collect the car. I'd enjoyed my time driving the Porsche, my mind briefly returning to my experience with Kat Dennings earlier in the week, and I resolved to buy one when I could afford it. I took up my remaining time ensuring the house wasn't wrecked because I didn't fancy having to pay a repair bill when I got back to London. I text Daisy to find out where she was and it didn't take long for her to reply.
'I'm at the hotel, hurry up. I'm gonna be so wet for you.'
I muttered to myself as I heard the horn from Emilio's car. I picked up my small bag and walked out to his vehicle, putting my bag in the trunk before joining him up front. He pulled out of the drive and headed down the hill.
"Why am I picking you up so early?"
"Got an appointment in Malibu before I fly."
"Malibu? Jesus, you'll be cutting that tight. You meeting that Felicity girl again?"
I shook my head as I looked at him.
"Daisy."
"Oh. Well let's get you there, huh! I know some shortcuts I learned from some flip flop wearing fucker."
He spun the car around and we headed towards Malibu. It was a long drive due to traffic which gave us time to chat and catch up over the last few days events. He was impressed with my interactions with Summer and my experience with Elizabeth at the Marvel party. He told me about a similar experience he had in the past but noted it didn't improve his relationship with that person.
"Well I will wait and see if Elizabeth starts to like me or not."
"I would be surprised, she seems to dislike you because you're a cocky prick. I doubt sleeping with her is going to make you less cocky."
"Probably not but she liked my cocky inside her."
We both laughed at my terrible joke as we arrived at the hotel. Emilio placed the car in park and we headed around to the pool area, the same place where I met Felicity the week before. I quickly spotted Felicity who was relaxing in the sunshine but she was all alone. She looked exquisite in a British racing green bikini, her amazing body on full display.
"Jones."
She removed her sunglasses and looked up to me.
"Cole. I didn't order any delivery for deep dicking today."
"Afraid I'm not here for your use."
"Ah, my dear lady Ridley is finally opening them, huh? Is the perverted Mexican yours?"
I turned around to see Emilio chatting to two girls, one of whom was relaxing on her front with her thong clad ass in full view for him to stare at. I coughed to get his attention and called him over. His eyes lit up as he saw Felicity and what she was wearing.
"Hello my darling, I'm going to babysit you. Come here and rub some sunscreen in my back." she said as she tapped the lounger next to her. "As you for you, Cole, Room 77."
Felicity gave me a wink as she sent me on my way. I walked towards to the entrance to the rooms and peeked a view back over my shoulder. Felicity was quickly texting something on her phone as Emilio started to rub the screen over her shoulders. I studied the wall to see where room 77 was and quickly ascended the stairs. I reached the room to see a hotel worker standing outside. He appeared to be guarding the room and tuned to me as I approached.
"Richard Cole?" he asked.
I nodded my head.
"ID please?"
I looked at him confused before I grabbed my UK drivers licence from my wallet. It showed my face with my name, along with my address and date of birth. He handed it back to me before unlocking the door.
"Thank God, you're here. I can go home now. Enjoy... I guess."
I walked into the room and it was much larger than I expected. The lounge area was deserted but there was a sheet of paper on the coffee table. I sat down on the sofa and picked up the paper.
'Turn the telly on. Go to HDMI2 and press play on the second remote.'
I followed the instructions and an image of Daisy popped up on the screen. She was dressed in a pair of fishnet tights and a blazer but no top or bra on underneath. She wore a bow tie and a top hat on her head. The ever-present smile graced her face.
'Welcome Richard. I know this is a bit weird but don't worry, it's not a VR porn experience. I thought I could model a couple of outfit choices to help decide which is the best one to wear. The Zatanna look or..."
She clicked her fingers and instantly changed into a red bathing suit.
"Maybe the Baywatch look. Although you'd feel a bit short changed as I'm not blonde or stacked enough." She said as she grabbed her boobs and shook them.
"I have a better idea."
She clicked her fingers and appeared in the Princess Leia bikini.
"Too obvious?" she asked as she looked down. "Yeah, too obvious. Okay, one last look."
I wasn't too sure if she was speaking to me or whoever she was filming with but she clicked her fingers and appeared in a West Ham United football shirt. It was a ladies fitted version and her hand obscured the view of her pussy.
"A little birdie told me you were a fan and which guy doesn't want to fuck a girl in his favourite teams top?"
She spun around and and I could see her bare arse peeking out before she returned to face forward.
"Now all you have to do is turn the telly off and turn around to see what I chose."
I did as she asked and I was greeted by the view of Daisy dressed in a white bra and panty set, garter and stockings. The white material looked fantastic on her tanned body with enough see through material to give me a tease of what was underneath. Without saying a word, she walked around the sofa so that she could stand in front of me. I was able to get a quick peek of her arse and could see it was a French knickers style with half of her arse cheeks uncovered.
"Wow, you look stunning." I spluttered out as I looked up at her.
"Well I thought I'd teased enough so would put on something nice." she said with a smile. "Even better for you to take off."
She pushed my body back into the sofa and straddled my lap to get closer. She brought her lips down to my own and we drifted into a soft kiss. I thought it was a bit restrained but she soon parted my lips with her tongue and the kiss became more passionate. Her hands were placed on either side of my head and guided the kiss as her tongue thrashed around my own.
As the kiss went on, Daisy started to buck her hips a little and rubbed her panty covered pussy into my lap. She was a little off rhythm so I moved my hands from my side to her hips and helped guide her. As the rhythm became more fluid, I moved my hands around and squeezed her arse cheeks. This elicited as moan from her as our kiss continued. She broke this kiss and looked down at me.
"I've been waiting for this since I saw you on the plane." She whispered.
"You've been planning it this long?"
"Well I was gonna fuck you last week but the ex wouldn't leave in time. Then I had to go on that trip."
"And now?" I asked as she smiled down at me.
"Now you're mine."
As Daisy finished her reply, she pulled the bra to the side revealing her left breast. She wasn't endowed massively in the breast department but she had nice round areolas and beautiful small nipples. She pulled my head down to her breast and I took the nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it. A moan came from her lips and she rubbed her pussy into my lap with more fervor. Her nipple grew as it became more erect and I bit down onto the skin. To my surprise she moaned more as she seemed to enjoy the pain.
Daisy leaned down and kissed me on the lips again as her hands started to remove my shirt, her fingers running along my chest as it became uncovered. They lingered around my nipples as I shuffled the shirt off, leaving me topless. I quickly unhooked her bra and whipped it off to the side so her other breast was also revealed. Daisy continued to grind into me and her moans became louder as I lifted my hands to her breasts and gave her nipples a rub. I wanted to test her pain level and pulled on the two nipples.
"Oh God, yeah. Treat me rough, I've been a bad girl."
"What have you done?" I asked as I looked up at her, my hand still playing with my nipples.
"I fantasized about another man while I was getting fucked by my ex-boyfriend."
"And what did you fantasize about him doing?"
"Fucking me in the arse. Slapping me in the face with his cock.Treating me like his little whore."
"And are you his little whore?"
"I am now."
To highlight the point, Daisy grabbed one of my hands and lowered it to her panties. I rubbed the front and could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through, it felt like she was ready. I decided to play around with her a little bit first.
"Sounds like you've been a naughty little slut. And you know what naughty sluts get?"
Daisy shook her head as a smile came across my face. I moved her from straddling my lap to being bent over it. I didn't have to say anything but Daisy knew straight away what was going to happen. I raised my hand and brought it down onto her arse with a thud. An excited squeal came out of her mouth as she felt my hand touch her skin and she gave it a shake for me to provide a target. I brought my hand down again and left a little red mark onto her arse.
"Yeah, go on daddy, spank me! I'm such a naughty slut."
Buying into the dirty talk pleased me so I continued to spank her. I swapped over to other cheek and brought down a couple of quick arse slaps and the red marks starting to even up. Daisy looked head the entire time but I could feel that she had creeped her hand down to her pussy, playing with herself as I treated her arse roughly.
"God, I need your cock in me!" she moaned.
She tried to get up off my lap but I placed my hand on her back to stop her.
"You have to say please if you want to get up."
She looked at me and shot a wink my way.
"Please."
I released my hand and Daisy stood up off my lap. She walked around the sofa to the bedroom and I could see her starting to remove her panties. I didn't want to keep her waiting so I stood up and took off the rest of my clothes. Didn't think I would need to tease her as she had already seen me naked after I hooked up with Felicity for the first time. I followed in her wake and I could see her laying on the bed naked, she was on her side and I got an excellent view of her arse. She beckoned me over and opened her legs slightly for me.
I grabbed hold of my cock and slid it into her waiting pussy, she was already soaking wet. The teasing and foreplay had certainly done its job for Daisy. I kneeled at her legs and pushed myself into her while she continued to lay on her side. Daisy looked at me in silence and bit her lip as I continued to slide my cock into her. As the cock ran between her pussy lips, Daisy started to moan some more as we got into the rhythm a little bit more
"Oh God, it does feel good. Felicity was right."
"Did she say anything else?" i asked as I eased into her.
"That you know how how to pound."
We met eyes and I could tell she was ready to turn it up a little bit more. I moved my hands to hold her by the arse and knees and steadily increased the rhythm into her. The moaning of Daisy continued as I held onto her arse, it was easy to control the rhythm in the position she had chosen. My finger also started to slide towards her arsehole. Daisy's eyes were closed as I increased the rhythm and her enjoyment was obvious by the sounds coming out of her mouth.
"You're enjoying this, huh?"
Daisy opened her eyes and looked up to me. She nodded her head slightly and smiled at me, moans still coming out of her mouth. The smile got wider as she felt my first digit start to slide inside of her. I looked over her body to see her breasts bounce as I fucked her pussy. They were beautiful to look at. As my finger worked its way in and out of her arse, Daisy lifted her leg slightly. This adjusted the angle and I could feel the tightness of her pussy even more.
"Oh fuck yeah, use me daddy. Use me like a whore, fuck me like a slut!" she moaned.
I grabbed Daisy's leg and lifted it up to my shoulder as I increased the pace of my thrusting. Her breasts bounced more and the moans started to get louder, I had to take my finger out of her arsehole and hold onto her.
"Please yes, fuck me doggie like a fucking cumslut."
The sound of Daisy's voice was getting louder as my cock went into her pussy, a squelching sound happening as she got wetter. I was able to turn her onto her front without pulling out and Daisy pulled herself up onto all fours. I grabbed both hips and thrusted into her with power, the room filled with the thwacking sound of our two sweaty bodies hitting into each other. Daisy grabbed hold of the sheets on the bed to allow her to push back into me. Remembering her words from earlier, I grabbed a hold of her hair and yanked it back.
"Yes daddy, fuck me, fuck me, yes yes yes!"
I could feel how close she was getting so I started longer thrusts into her. The moans started to move into screams as she pushed back into me and her hand hit the bed as she felt my cock in her.
"I'm cumming, yes, I'm cumming!"
Daisy screamed through her orgasm as she continued to push back into me. A bead of sweat ran down her back before she collapsed onto the bed. She was breathing heavily to try and compose herself. She rolled onto her back and looked up at me. It was the first time that I saw her naked form in full. Her pert breasts rose with her breathing and her pussy was completely hairless. It was a nice neat slit with her clit poking out.
"Wow, that was worth the wait."
"Yeah it was. You're a dirty girl, huh?" I said as I looked over her.
"Why don't we make me a little dirtier?"
Daisy beckoned me over with her the curl of a finger. I shuffled my way over to her as she sat up and grabbed hold of my penis. She let out a little giggle as she moved her hand long my cock, ensuring it was at its full length. Daisy leaned in and devoured my cock in one go, her tongue running along the length as it passed.
"Oh god, your mouth feel so good."
Daisy moved her mouth up and down my cock as her fingers moved along my balls in a soft motion. She was an expert at sucking dick and I just watched as she mouth moved along it.
"Fucking hell, I'm gonna cum soon, this is too good."
This spurred Daisy on as she started to gorge my cock with an eagerness. She brought one hand up to jerk the cock that wasn't in her mouth while the other massaged the cock. She made a squishing sound as she sucked, the saliva in her mouth gathering up and spilling out a little bit. I knew I wouldn't be able to last with the power of her suction.
"I'm gonna cum in a second."
"Good!" Daisy said as she took the cock out of her mouth.
Her hand continued to run along my cock and balls as I started to feel them tighten. I closed my eyes as I was about to cum and could feel Daisy monouver my cock. The first load shot out with a great force and, when I opened my eyes, I could see that it had landed just on her nose. The rest of the cum followed and landed on several places on her face. She stuck my cock back into her mouth once the shots finished so she could swallow the rest. As it finally ended, Daisy took my cock out and smiled as she felt the cum started to slide down.
"That was wonderful!" someone said from behind.
We both looked to see Felicity watching us. She looked slightly flustered.
"Your little Mexican friend was very eager to taste my little English pussy. Shame I didn't have time to fuck him too but he was very good at making me cum."
"I'm glad he could be of service." I said as I sat down next to Daisy
"Yes, well he told me to ask you to hurry as you have a plane to catch."
I rolled my eyes as I turned to Daisy. She smiled at me and placed her hand on mine.
"You better be going then but this isn't the end. I'm not saying I want a relationship but I certainly enjoyed this. How about we take it fuck by fuck and see what happens?"
"That sounds like a good plan. I would kiss you but your covered in my cum."
"Return to sender!" Daisy said before grabbing my head and kissing.
A little bit went into my mouth as I felt her tongue massage my own. The kiss had the desired effect and my cock started to switch, a shame I didn't have the time to do anything with it. When the kiss broke, we could see Felicity standing next to me. She offered a hand and helped me off the bed before taking my place and licking the cum off of Daisy's face.
"You still taste nice." Felicity said to me with a wink.
I started to get dressed as the two Star Wars actresses got very comfortable with each other, Felicity's clothes were making a quick exit. I grabbed my shirt from just outside the bedroom and watched at the two as they kissed.
"Threesome when we're back in London?"
"No." Felicity answered.
"We don't share guys with each other, well not at the same time anyway." Daisy explained.
"I do know a threesome we can have though, if Daisy is willing to loan."
"We'll see, I quite like this penis. The person it's attached is alright I suppose." Daisy answered before giggling with her smile returning.
"Charming! I'll see you across the pond."
I turned around and exited the hotel room to leave the girls to it. I had to find Emilio who, I was in no doubt, would tell me all about Felicity. It was going to be an interesting drive to LAX.
Epilogue
Being dropped off at the airport was a much quicker experience that I had imagined. Emilio dropped me off at the door and wished me best, I promised I would get in contact when I was back in the States. Security took a little long to get through but there wasn't any apparent delay. For the several hours for departure, I sat down at the bar and decided to spend my time celeb watching. Early on I spotted Michael Fassbender and Alicia Vikander but it was slim pickings after that.
I boarded the plane towards the back of the queue as, being in first class, I didn't feel the need to be in any rush. The cabin wasn't full as I arrived but I did spot Alicia and Michael. I gave him a wave as we'd met previously and Alicia seemed to give me a strange look.
The stewardess walked me to the seat and I put my luggage in the overhead locker. I looked down and stopped in my tracks, sat in the chair was a mask. I instantly recognised it as the one worn by my secret liaison just a few days before at the sex party. I immediately looked towards Alicia but she had disappeared. I moved the mask to the side and sat down ready for take off. The time I'd spent in LA caught up with me and I quickly fell asleep.
I awoke a few hours into the flight as the map on the screen showed the plane over the Atlantic ocean. The mask was no longer on the side and I could feel the presence of someone sat next to me. I looked to see the girl from the party. My eyes shot to Michael Fassbender's seat and Alicia was nuzzled into his shoulder.
"Not a bad guess I suppose but she's got a hairier bush than me."
"Well why don't you take the mask off?" I asked as i turned back to her.
"No screaming like a teenage girl." she said as she dropped the fake American accent she'd used in our previous interactions.
I recognised the voice straight away and this was confirmed as the mask peeled away to reveal Emma Watson.
"Sorry I wasn't here for take off but the pilot offered to let me sit in the cockpit and I couldn't turn that down. Though you should has seen his face go red when I asked if I could sit on this lap." Emma said as she laughed.
"So why the masked parties?"
"Well I'm into some kinky shit, why do you think we fucked in the viewing room? I can't risk any of that coming out and ruining all of my good work. I learned at Brown early on how a little bit of sex can ruin a reputation. That prick couldn't wait to tell everyone how he fucked Hermione."
"So why are you revealing yourself to me? I could call The Sun when we land!"
She nodded her hand and dropped her hand to my crotch, gently stroking my cock through my clothes.
"This is true but Felicity and Summer vehemently argued that you could be trusted. I'm sure Daisy would agree considering what you did to her today."
"How do you know that?"
"Daisy confides in Felicity and Felicity can't keep her mouth shut. Much like her legs."
I laughed at her joke.
"So everyone is asleep and we're stuck in this tube for several hours. What say we get to know each other?"
The end.
Richard Cole will return. | 10 Days in Hollywood: Day 10 | [
"mf",
"cons",
"oral",
"facial",
"daisy",
"star wars"
] |
Ben carefully maneuvered his Jeep Wrangler Unlimited along the road looping through Newark-Liberty airport, fighting to avoid the hundred and one idiot drivers who'd obviously been dispatched to kill him – and his passenger.
"Moron," he growled, as yet another less-than-conscientious driver decided a turn signal and adequate space wasn't required before cutting across two lanes of traffic to enter the short-term parking lot.
"Easy, Baby," Gaby whispered, reaching over from the passenger's seat to touch his elbow.
He frowned as he looked up into his rearview mirror. Their trip to the airport – and the resulting exercise in patience for Ben – was required by Gaby's participation in a teacher's conference in Miami.
What, Ben wondered, did her bosses think people would learn while surrounded by sun, sand, and half-naked bodies down there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" Ben asked.
"I'm sure," she answered. "You couldn't come back to the gate anyway. Security."
"Security, ha," he grumbled, loudly, as he merged into the lane leading up a ramp to the Departures area of Terminal C.
Though he was tired, he silently blessed Gaby for booking a Wednesday, early-morning flight. He hated trying to get to and from the airport during the rush hours, and on Fridays. The number of idiot drivers increased exponentially during those times.
Approaching the middle of the building, Ben spied an opening at the curb. He managed to pull into the space without further incident. They slipped from the vehicle, and Ben began removing the myriad luggage Gaby needed. She had a large wheeled suitcase, a smaller suitcase, and a backpack.
"Why so much stuff?" Ben asked no one in particular. "It's Miami. All you need is a bikini and some sunblock."
"I don't even need the whole bikini," Gaby said, with a grin, "just the bottoms."
Ben stopped unloading and stared at her for a moment. She winked at him as she reached for her backpack.
"Watch out you don't get sunburned," Ben cautioned.
Gaby stuck out her tongue at him and stood on the curb as he pulled out the suitcases. She wore black yoga pants, black, calf-high, leather boots, topped off with an oversized, gray Texas A&M sweatshirt.
Once Ben had the baggage on the sidewalk, Gaby moved close to hug him. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her petite, 5'2" frame off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as they kissed for more than a minute.
"I have a plane to catch," Gaby whispered, breaking the kiss.
Ben returned Gaby to her feet. She reached around and squeezed his ass, as he looked into her brown eyes, and ran his right hand through the pixie cut dark-brown hair on her head.
"I'm going to miss you," he whispered.
"Be good," Gaby said.
"I can't promise that," Ben said, winking at her.
"Well, don't kill anyone on the drive home," she insisted.
"You never let me have any fun," Ben said, leaning over to kiss her again.
After the quick peck and a smile, she turned to pick up her backpack. Ben spied a Port Authority Police Officer moving slowly in their direction.
"I think I'm about to get shooed away," Ben said. "I'd better get going."
He turned to leave, but stopped, and spun to face her again.
"I love you, Gabriella Sarsaparilla Armadilla," he said, loudly, while taking two small steps backward.
A wide smile creased her face.
"I love you, too, Baby," she said.
He returned her smile as he disappeared around the corner of the Jeep. As he climbed into the driver's seat, Gaby began rolling her luggage toward the terminal. Ben watched the sliding doors close behind her before he pulled away from the curb.
Ben left the airport knowing he'd get home in time to grab a few more hours of sleep before getting up – again – to meet a new client. He'd tried to re-schedule this project so he could accompany Gaby to Miami. Unfortunately, the client's plans couldn't be changed, and – while in the process of buying a house – he knew the paycheck would be too substantial to pass up.
Late Friday afternoon, Ben sat in front of his computer, trying to write. He struggled to avoid the temptation of turning on the television, or checking his e-mail, or Twitter, or Facebook. As shadows slowly flooded his office, his cell phone rang. The ringtone let him know it was Gaby.
"City morgue," he answered.
"Hey, Babe," Gaby said, laughing. "What are you doing?"
"Writing," he said.
"So, you've been sitting there, staring at the monitor, arguing with yourself about the same word for the last 20 minutes, haven't you?" she asked.
"More like 30 minutes," he admitted.
She laughed at him.
"You know me too well," Ben said.
More long-distance laughter filled his ear.
"How's Miami?" he asked.
"It's nice," she said. "Very hot."
"Are you talking about the city, or the beach?" he teased.
"Oh, my Gods, you would not believe the bodies on the beach," she said. "Or, what some of the girls are calling bathing suits."
"Send me pictures, woman," Ben demanded.
He could almost see her rolling her eyes at him.
"Have you gotten much sun?" he asked.
"I was out for a few hours on Wednesday, but had meetings all day yesterday and today," she told him. "I'm hoping to get some more sun tomorrow."
"Mmmm, tan lines," he sighed. "I can't wait to see them...and lick them."
"Don't get me started," she warned. "I called for something else."
"Is everything OK?" he asked.
"Yes," she assured him. "Andy just called me and said she wanted to deliver some paperwork for the house. I told her she could bring them over to the apartment."
"Wow, that was fast," he said.
"She said to have our lawyer look over it; then we can sign it, and get it back to her," Gaby said.
"Sounds good to me," Ben said.
"Maybe you should take Andy to dinner," Gaby suggested.
"Uh," Ben managed to say, running a hand over the two-day growth of stubble on his chin.
"Shave quickly," Gaby said.
She really does know me too well, he thought.
"I'll try," he allowed.
"I have to get going, Babe," she said. "I have one more session for the day, and then I'm going out to dinner with the City University contingent."
"OK," he said. "Have fun."
"I will," she said. "I love you."
"I know," Ben said, hanging up.
He smiled, knowing if she were there in the room with him when he said that, she'd hit him. He saved his Word document, and then stood to head for the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he shaved. Before he could strip off his t-shirt and sweatpants to hit the shower, however, he heard a long series of knocks on the apartment door.
Ben sauntered into the hallway. Since no one had buzzed from down at street level, he opened the apartment door expecting to see Whitney – a friend he and Gaby had played with a few times – or Mrs. Moynahan, the building's gossip monger, certified curmudgeon, and complainer-in-chief. The two women comprised their neighbors on the second floor. He hoped for the former, but sadly expected the latter.
Andy stood in the hallway, holding a thick brown envelope. She wore a khaki-colored trench coat. He was slightly shocked at her appearance – though it had nothing to do with her coat. Her normally dark brown pixie cut was now peroxide blonde.
"Hi, Ben," she said. "The downstairs door was open, so I came right up."
"Hey, Andy," he managed to say, looking at her hair.
"You like it," she asked, moving her right hand to her hair.
"It's...sexy," he said. "Very sexy."
The new color complemented her pale skin, he thought, and made her deep brown eyes stand out all the more.
"Yeah?" she asked, unsure of his answer.
"Absolutely," Ben assured her with a smile. "It was just unexpected. When I saw you three weeks ago, it was brown."
"I needed a change," she said. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," he said. "Please do."
Ben stepped aside to let her enter the apartment.
She slipped off her coat as she moved past him. He let his eyes run over her body. Skin tight, black, wet-look, pleather leggings hugged her athletic body, from her ankles to her waist. A tight white t-shirt nicely displayed her braless 34C breasts. He could detect the outlines of her dark areolas, and her hardening nipples, through the thin fabric. The shirt hung down just to the top of her ass, which the leggings displayed wonderfully – as if they were painted on her skin. Ben couldn't help but stare. Four-inch black leather ankle boots augmented Andy's 5'8" frame.
He closed the door and turned to follow the intoxicating scent of her perfume as she walked into the living room. She dropped her coat on the arm of an oversized red upholstered chair Gaby had named "The Ben Chair."
She turned and looked into his eyes as he approached.
"Here you go, my dear," she said, holding out the envelope.
He took it, surprised at the weight.
"A few signatures, a check, and the house is all yours," she said, smiling. "We'll be neighbors."
"This went a lot faster than I ever thought it would," he admitted.
"Well, my grandmother put a little pressure on her lawyers," she said. "She didn't want them to wrangle over every little item for the next six months."
"Thanks, Morgana," Ben said, referring to Andy's Nana, knowing an expedited sale would save he and Gaby a lot of money in lawyer's fees.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Andy said, looking around the living room. "I didn't know Gaby was away when I called."
"No, I was doing some writing, and was about to take a shower," he answered. "Gaby thought you might like to go out to dinner."
"In Miami?" Andy teased, lowering her head, and gazing up at him.
The look caused Ben's answer to catch in his throat.
"No, uh," he said, finally. "With me...somewhere around here."
"Could we start with dessert?" Andy asked, taking a step closer, and reaching out to touch him.
He looked at her lips, slightly pursed – as if wanting to be kissed.
"I'm a big fan of dessert," Ben said. "But, maybe we should wait."
She moved closer, pressing her body against his.
"I know you're attracted to me, Ben," she cooed in his ear.
"Of course, I am," he said, in a matter of fact manner. "What straight man wouldn't be?"
"No, it's more than that," she said. "It's more than just physical attraction."
He looked into her eyes, but remained silent.
"So, what's the problem?" she questioned, after a few moments, running her right hand up his chest. "It's not like we haven't fucked before."
"You shouldn't be doing that," Ben said.
"Why not, Ben?" she asked, playfully.
"Because Gaby's not here," he said.
"And, you can't fuck me without Gaby?" Andy teased.
"It's not a question of the physical act," he said.
"I know that," Andy countered, "we've already done the physical part."
"Yes, with Gaby there," Ben allowed. "Gaby and I play with others, or allow each other to play, but only while the other is there, or with permission."
Andy made the sound of a whip cracking.
"You poor boy," she said. "You're whipped."
He looked at her and smiled.
"No, it's not whipped," Ben said. "It's love. I love Gaby, and I won't do anything to fuck up our relationship. I trust her and she trusts me."
"Christ, Ben," Andy sighed. "My crush on you just got even bigger."
He laughed as she turned and walked over to her coat.
"Gaby gave me something to give you," Andy said, bending at the waist, allowing him an excellent view of her perfect ass.
She reached in a pocket, pulled out a small envelope, and handed it to Ben. He held it up to his ear.
"It's not ticking," he said.
"No, we used a digital timer," Andy said, with a wink.
Ben opened it, making as show of doing so cautiously, as if it might actually explode. Inside, he found a note. He recognized the handwriting as Gaby's.
Ben, You didn't think I'd head off to the sun and sand, and leave you with nothing, did you? Have fun with Andy. I love you. – Gaby PS: Don't forget the rules.
He laughed out loud.
"I love you, too, Baby" he whispered.
"Have you read this?" he asked Andy, holding up the note.
"I was there when Gaby wrote it," she answered. "We talked about things before she left for Miami."
"So, if you had this," he asked, "what was that little seduction scene about?"
"I was testing you," she said, smiling.
"Just you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she returned.
"Was it just you testing me? Or, Gaby, too?" he asked.
"It was me. Gaby didn't know anything about it, I swear," she said.
He looked at her for a few moments, remaining silent...thinking.
"Hey, what are the rules?" she asked, finally.
"What?" he asked, snapping back to awareness.
"When the three of us played together, Gaby mentioned three rules," Andy said. "And, she mentioned them again in that note."
"Well, number one is: I have to use a condom when having sex with anyone but Gaby," he said.
"I kind of figured out that one," she said.
"Number two is: When I cum, it's Gaby's," Ben continued. "That one is flexible. We usually play it by ear."
"Yes, we broke that one last time," Andy recalled. "And, it would be impossible to abide by that rule tonight."
He nodded in agreement.
"So, if we're gonna go to dinner, I need to hit the shower first," Ben said, slipping by her and walking back into the hallway leading past the front door, and toward the bathroom and bedroom.
"Hey," she exclaimed.
"Yes?" he asked, without stopping.
"What's rule three?" she demanded.
"Huh?" he teased.
"Rule three," she said, loudly, as he turned left, disappearing into the bathroom.
She hesitated for a few moments, then heard water running. She walked down the hallway. The bathroom door had been left halfway open. She entered without knocking.
Ben, already naked, stepped into the tub. He pulled the clear plastic shower curtain along the metal rod, separating them.
"Are you going to tell me?" Andy asked.
"What?" he said, lowering his head into the spray of hot water. "I can't hear you."
"Gaby told me you're a stubborn man," Andy said, watching him reach for a bottle of shampoo.
"You should know by now that 'stubborn' and 'man' are a bit redundant?" he asked.
She laughed for a few seconds.
"I thought you couldn't hear me," she said, reaching down to slip off her boots.
He didn't answer as he rinsed his hair. She stood up as he poured bodywash into his hand. While he ran his hands over his torso, she pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. Ben watched her through the curtain, admiring her breasts.
Andy turned away. Looking back at him over her right shoulder, she slipped her fingers inside the top of the leggings. As she pushed them downward, she bent over, giving him a full view of her now bare ass. He stopped washing himself and watched as she extracted her feet from the pleather.
She straightened her body and turned to face him once more. He could see her closely trimmed strip of dark pubic hair. His hands traveled downward and he lathered his lower body as she approached the curtain. She entered the tub and stood behind him, placing her hands on his back as he rinsed off.
He turned and pulled her under the spray of the water. Andy raised her hands to her hair. She opened her mouth to complain, but he stopped her voice with a kiss. Her hands fell to his shoulders, then to his hips as he wrapped his arms around her.
The kiss became more passionate, their tongues dancing, each pushing against the other. She moaned into his mouth as she embraced him, and leaned into him, forcing him back to the tile wall beneath the showerhead.
Andy reached down to grab his stiffening cock, stroking his length.
"Fuck," he gasped, breaking the kiss.
He moved his hands down her back. He turned her 90 degrees and slipped his right hand between her legs, finding her clit. Her body nearly doubled over as electricity shot through her every nerve.
"Yessss," she hissed, as he manipulated her roughly. "Gaby told me you have magic fingers."
"Did she?" he asked, rhetorically.
Steadily rubbing between her legs, he gave her several small kisses, and teased her by pulling back as she tried to kiss him in return.
"I can't believe how hot you are, Andy," he said, looking down her body.
She tried to nod, but her mouth fell open as two fingers pressed between her lips. Entering her slowly, they quickly becoming slick with her juices. As he went deeper, she released his cock and grabbed at his right wrist. He did not relent. Instead, he began increasing the force and speed of his movements, finger fucking her harder and faster.
Ben moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there. He worked his left hand in between her and the wall. Finding her ass, he slid his fingers over her cheeks. She moaned and he raised his head to look at her.
"Ohhhh, Bennn..." she cried. "Make me cum."
Her knees threatened to buckle and he pressed his body against hers to hold her up. She tried, struggling against the pleasure racing through her body, to wrap her arms around him – she failed, her hands finding his right bicep and left shoulder. Her nails dug into his skin. Behind, he gently poked the tip of his middle finger into her tight hole. Her body stiffened against his, and she held her breath for several seconds. As she relaxed, he gently but deliberately wiggled it deeper...advancing until he reached his last knuckle.
Only a minute later, her body began to tremble.
"Yes! Yes," she moaned. "I'm cumming."
Her cunt squeezed his fingers, making it difficult for him to move. He did not stop trying, forcing his fingers into her as she gasped for breath.
"That's right, cum for me," he demanded.
Her orgasm overwhelmed her senses, and her body convulsed violently. He fought to hold her securely as a cloud of steam enveloped them.
Ben gave her no time to recover, continuing to fuck her with his thick fingers. Again, she gripped his wrist weakly, as if trying to stop him. He would not be denied in his carnal quest to please her. Her second orgasm washed over her before the first had completely receded.
"Jesus," Andy whispered, several minutes later, when she finally managed to catch her breath, "Gaby wasn't lying about those fingers."
"I do what I can," he said, smiling.
Her right hand found the shaft of his cock. She stroked slowly, as he gingerly let his fingers slip from inside her. Her mouth fell open as they exited. He made sure her legs would support her, then twisted to rinse his hands in the multiple streams of water spraying from above and behind.
"What can I say?" he moaned as she squeezed his thickness. "I love making a woman cum."
"You do it very well," she allowed.
"Does that mean you want more?" he asked.
"Well..." she began, but trailed off.
"What?" he asked.
"Gaby told me about something you do to her sometimes," she said, obviously trying to control the excitement in her voice.
"What is that?" he asked, already sure he knew the answer.
Andy blushed and looked away. He didn't help her, wanting to hear her say it.
"She..." she stammered, "she told me you tongue her ass."
He smiled.
"I do," he granted.
She remained silent.
"Is that what you want?" he asked her.
She nodded.
"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" he asked.
"I don't know," she began. "I...just feel shy about asking for it."
"You? Shy?" he mocked.
He smiled as he stifled a laugh. She looked at him.
"And, now you want it?" he asked, pushing the issue.
"Yes," she said, with more confidence. "Will you do it to me?"
"I'd love to stick my tongue in that perfect ass," he said. "Turn around."
As she did so, he edged his way past her. He grabbed the bottle of bodywash and poured out a small amount, letting it drop onto her spine, right in the small of her back. She squealed as the green gel slowly oozed its way downward between the cheeks of her ass.
He used his left hand to lather her, pushing his fingers between her cheeks, brushing her asshole.
"Oh, God," Andy gasped.
Ben adjusted the spray to rinse her, then pulled her toward the back of the shower. He turned their bodies so that she faced him, and guided her backward another step. She nearly screamed when her warm shoulder blades touched the cool tiles. He carefully knelt in front of her and looked up into her eyes.
She reached out to put her hands on his head. He leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh. His hands found her ankles and moved slowly upward. Reaching her knees, he pulled at the left, lifting it. She bent her knee and he guided her foot to the edge of the tub, opening her legs slightly.
He moved his right hand between her legs, slipping two fingers inside her, as he pushed his tongue against her clit. She moaned loudly and pulled him into her.
Ben removed his fingers from her cunt, replacing them with his tongue.
"Oh, God," she cried, raking her fingers through his short hair.
His hands moved to her ass, and he squeezed her cheeks hard. She gasped for breath as his assault on her continued.
"Are you ready?" he asked, removing his tongue abruptly.
Andy looked down at him.
"I want to cum again," she said.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Her body trembled as she stared into his eyes for a moment before she complied.
"Put your hands on the wall," he said.
Ben put his hands on her hips and pulled, forcing her to take a small step backward. He placed his left hand in the middle of her back, pushing her until her chest made contact with the tile. Bending slightly, her ass poked out toward him. She looked back at him over her right shoulder as he grabbed her cheeks and spread them.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, moving his face closer to her, almost teasing her.
"Yessss," she whispered.
His lips made contact with her right cheek. He let his tongue trail over her skin for a moment, before he moved to her left cheek. Despite the spray of water hitting the wall behind him, he heard her breath catch in her throat.
For a second, he considered teasing her further, but his own desire urged him on. He pushed his face between the cheeks of her ass. Sticking out his tongue, he touched her little hole.
"Fuuuuck," Andy cried, raising herself onto her tip-toes.
He pushed his tongue against her as he maneuvered his right hand between her legs. His fingers found her wetness, and he again thrust two inside her. Her body stiffened for a moment, then began to shake. Her breath came in deep sobs as her ass shook against him, and she clawed at the tiles.
"That was fast," Ben said, pulling back and looking up at her.
"Don't stop! Don't stop," she pleaded, reaching back for him.
He moved his face back to her. Her body jumped as his tongue again found its target. The fingers of her right hand raked through his hair. He struggled to wiggle his tongue between her cheeks, while also trying to hold her in place as she squirmed.
Barely a minute passed before her body convulsed, pushing her butt back against his face.
"Jesus! Oh, Jesus," she moaned. "Oh, Ben!"
He continued moving his tongue and fingers as she came yet again. Her knees nearly folded, but he held her between himself and the wall. She reached out to grab the shower curtain, nearly ripping it down.
As her breathing slowed, Ben removed his tongue from her skin. He let his fingers slip from inside her. Feeling her try to steady herself, he carefully stood up, planting kisses along her spine as he did so.
She looked at him. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She tried to turn toward him, but he held her in place, pushing his body against hers. He kissed her lips, and then her cheek, before moving his mouth to her ear. He whispered.
"Yes," she whimpered. "Anything. I'll do anything you want, Ben. Just fuck me. Please."
She reached back, slid her right hand between their bodies and grabbed his erect cock. She stroked up and down his shaft several times, then guided his hardness to her. His mind clouded by desire, he wanted nothing more than to be inside her.
The tip of his cock slipped between the cheeks of her ass. They both gasped at the sensation. He shifted his hips, nudging the head against her asshole.
"Do it," she demanded, moving her hands to her ass and spreading her cheeks for him.
She shook her bottom and pushed back toward him, trying to take him inside her. He grabbed his shaft with his right hand as he pushed forward.
"Oh, God, Ben," Andy moaned, as her asshole stretched to accept his head.
He switched hands on his cock. He moved his right around her body and between her legs. Her body went rigid as his fingers danced over her clit.
"More," she ordered, straining her arms to claw at his hips.
Moving forward steadily, he penetrated another inch, before stopping. He waited a few moments, then pulled back a fraction of an inch, and again slid himself into her, going deeper this time.
"Keep going," Andy growled, moving her hands to the wall. "I want it all."
Ben repeated his actions, carefully advancing himself into her a little at a time, and struggling to control himself as he did so. He groaned at the feeling of her ass enveloping his cock – the heat, the tightness, the way she gripped him.
By the time he managed to work his entire length into her ass, her body was trembling against his. He slipped his left arm between her and the wall, holding her tightly as he began moving his hips faster. Her body threatened to double over each time he pulled back, the suction driving them both toward orgasm.
Andy's breath came in deep gasps, her hands balled into fists, and they both grunted with each thrust.
"Yesss," she said, forcefully, "fuck my ass."
He tried to whisper in her ear, but his brain found it impossible to focus long enough to form words. His empty breath blew across her cheek. Ben knew he couldn't last much longer. He continued pumping himself into Andy, fighting a losing battle against his own body, and manipulating her clit.
"Andy," he moaned, before his voice trailed off.
She knew.
"Cum in me," she cried. "Give it to me."
"I..." he began as he reached the point of no return.
He squeezed, crushing her against his body as he convulsed, firing stream after stream of cum deep into her ass. His orgasm pushed her over the edge once more. She screamed as she came, again scratching at the tiles in front of her.
Ben felt as if every ounce of his strength was flowing into Andy. His knees nearly buckled as he held her, their bodies still shuddering. They tried to remain motionless as their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to normal. Andy turned her head to look at him.
"Ben, I am fucking yours," she said. "Anything you want, I'll do it. I swear."
He looked into her eyes, knowing she was serious.
"That was incredible," he whispered.
She smiled, and tried to press her lips to his as he leaned against her. A thought flashed danger red in Ben's mind. His head fell to Andy's right shoulder and shook side to side.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
He lifted his head to look at her.
"Rule one," he said.
"What?" she asked.
"I'm supposed to wear a condom if we fuck," he said.
Andy sighed.
"Don't worry. Gaby will never know," she said. "I won't tell."
"I'm not worried about you telling," he said. "But, I know what happened."
Ben twisted his body, moving his hips just enough to allow his softening cock to slip from her ass. A low moan escaped her lips.
"Even for this?" she asked, a moment later. "I mean, it's not like I'm going to get pregnant this way."
His mind was still swimming in the sea of pleasure following his orgasm. He tried to think about what she'd said. It seemed like a good point.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
She nodded and he withdrew his hands from her body, letting her stand on her own. She turned to face him, then leaned in to kiss him.
"I've never cum that much in my life," she whispered, when their lips parted. "I lost count."
"I'm happy I could help," Ben said, smiling.
"Hey, did you say something about going to dinner?" she asked, as she cleaned herself.
"I vaguely recall saying we could go eat," he answered, doing the same.
The hot water ran low as they finished. Ben grabbed her. She screamed as he playfully pushed her toward the rapidly cooling spray of water.
"Don't you dare," she yelled, and tried to escape his grasp.
He held her for a few more seconds, then let her free, avoiding a cold water shock. They dried off and dressed languidly, taking their time, stopping a few times to kiss. After asking what kind of food she'd like for dinner, and loaning her one of his hockey jerseys to wear over her t-shirt, they climbed into his Jeep and set off for Ben's favorite diner.
"Are you going to answer my question?" she asked, as they ate.
"Which question is that?" he asked in return.
"You know exactly what I mean," she countered.
He smiled as he slipped a cheese and gravy covered French fry into his mouth.
"Rule three," he said, when he finished chewing, "is: If I fall in love with someone we're having sex with, and leave her, Gaby will rip my balls off."
"Ouch," Andy said.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"Has that been a problem in the past?" she asked.
"Never," he answered, truthfully.
"And, now?" she asked, giving him that look again, entrancing him with her eyes.
"I...," he began, then paused.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she wondered what his delayed answer might be.
"How about those Rangers?" he asked, clumsily trying to change the topic.
She considered this for a moment.
"Why are you afraid to answer that question?" she pressed.
Ben knew he could not give a truthful answer without causing a problem. He thought for another minute while she waited.
"Look," he said, finally, "I like you...very much. You're beautiful. You seem to be a good person. You're smart, and funny, and fun. And, we obviously have a scary chemistry."
She remained silent.
"And, that hair is driving me crazy," he added.
Andy smiled.
"So, what does all that mean," she asked.
"I don't know," Ben said, slowly. "Like I said before, I love Gaby."
"OK," Andy said, unsure what to make of Ben's answer.
They finished eating in silence.
The drive back to the apartment took only a few minutes. They arrived after dark. In the dim light shining on the back door, Ben fumbled with his keys. Andy leaned against him, letting her breasts brush his arm.
"Come on, Ben," she teased. "Get it in the hole."
"Oh, I'll get it in," he said, sliding the key in and turning.
They stepped through the doorway and Ben let Andy take the lead going up the steps. Knowing he was staring, she lifted his jersey and her t-shirt, allowing him a better view of her pleather clad ass.
"Women know 'gentlemen' let us go first so you can stare at our ass," she said, looking back at him over her right shoulder.
"That's true," Ben admitted. "Can you really blame us though? A nice ass makes life worth living."
She stopped in the middle of the stairway.
"I can't argue with that," she said.
"Man, these pants are terrific," Ben said. "I mean, they've got to be the greatest pants ever invented."
"You're a perv," Andy laughed.
"Yeah," he agreed. "But the guy who invented these should get a Nobel Peace Prize, or something."
Ben reached out to run his hands up her legs to her cheeks. A moan escaped his lips. She returned the sentiment. He squeezed, then turned his hands to slip his thumbs between her legs.
"You are a dirty boy," Andy whispered.
He moved his fingers back and forth over her lips through the pleather.
"Did you mean what you said...about doing anything for me?" he asked.
Their eyes met.
"Yes," she whispered. "Why?"
"There's something I want?" he said.
"I thought you got what you wanted before we got out of the shower," she teased.
"I want something else," he said.
"Anything you want," she said, slowly and deliberately enunciating each word.
He pushed her, gently urging her up the stairs. As they reached the top and turned right, entering the hallway leading toward his apartment, Andy stopped short and Ben bumped into her from behind. He looked past her to see Mrs. Moynahan. He tried to avoid letting his face betray his disappointment.
"Benjamin," Mrs. M said, acid dripping from her tone.
"Hello, Mrs. Moynahan," he said, quietly.
The eyes of the older woman traced over Andy.
"How is your fiancé?" she asked.
"Oh, she's doing well," he answered, while moving Andy past her. "She's in Miami until Sunday."
"And, you've got...company," Mrs. M observed.
"Well, you know what they say," Ben said, smiling, "when the cat's away..."
Mrs. Moynahan shook her head and let out a loud harrumph, before walking into the stairway. Ben couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard her mumble the words "heathens," and "fornicators."
"I'm certainly not going to miss her," he whispered.
Andy stifled a laugh as she and Ben continued to his door.
"So, my dear," Andy said, once he'd closed the door behind them. "What filthy little thing would you like me to do?"
As he led her to the living room, he laid out what he wanted. He took a seat in "The Ben Chair." Andy leaned over his body.
"You are a kinky boy," she whispered, in his ear.
He nodded as she stood up. She looked down at him and frowned.
"Well, you're not going to get what you want with your clothes on," she said. "Strip!"
Ben stood up and began removing his clothes. Andy walked toward the bathroom. As Ben finished undressing, she returned with a medium-sized towel. She dropped it on the arm of the chair, as Ben sat down again.
Andy stood in front of him, letting her hips sway back and forth seductively. She grabbed the bottom of the hockey jersey, pulling it up over her head, and then dropping it into his lap. Her t-shirt followed. She spun around and bent over. He leaned forward and placed his hands on her ass as she took off her boots. He squeezed her cheeks as she straightened her body.
"You like that ass?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder.
He nodded, dropping his hands, and leaning back in the chair. Andy turned slowly, moving her body as he watched. She sat down in his lap, placing her hands on the arms of the chair, and rubbed her ass back and forth along his hardening cock. Ben moved his hands to her hips, holding her as she moved. Andy lay back, her back to his chest, and rocked her hips side to side, feeling his thickness between her cheeks.
"Ohhhh, Ben," she cooed.
She placed her hands on his, and then pulled them up her body to her breasts. He squeezed as her hands remained atop his. Turning her head, they kissed as she writhed against him.
"So, nice and hard," she whispered, breaking the kiss.
He nodded. She pulled his hands away from her breasts and let her body slide down his. She twisted around and knelt on the floor between his legs. Her hot breath flowed over his balls as she moved close to him. Once more, she gave him that look, her head tilted down as her eyes looked up at him.
"You're gonna kill me with that look," Ben said.
She smiled and moved upward.
"Well, maybe just a little death," Andy whispered, making reference to a French term – le petit mort.
The tip of her tongue touched his head and his body jumped.
"Easy boy," she laughed, putting her hands on his hips.
He moaned as her tongue trailed down his shaft to his balls. She planted small kisses as she moved back upward. Reaching the top, she took the head of his cock between her lips.
"Fuuuck," he moaned, as her tongue flicked over the tip.
She took more of his now fully erect cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her right hand moved to his shaft and she stroked him as she worked him deeper and deeper. His breathing quickened and his fingers clutched at the arms of the chair.
His shaft became slick with her saliva. She removed her mouth from his cock and watched his face for a moment as her left hand joined her right on his shaft. Gripping him tightly, she began rubbing up and down with both hands.
"Are you gonna give it to me, Ben?" she asked, as she lowered her mouth toward his scrotum.
She didn't see him nod. Her tongue massaged his balls through the wrinkled skin. The excruciating combination of pain and pleasure made his body squirm under her. Again, she took his head in her mouth. He moaned loudly and grabbed at her, letting his fingers rake through her bottle blonde hair, then fall to her bare shoulders.
She sucked him hard, her hands matching the tempo, as her mouth moved up and down. His hips involuntarily lifted of the chair, trying to force more of himself into her mouth. She moaned around his cock, driving him inexorably toward the edge of orgasmic oblivion.
"Cum for me," Andy demanded, letting him slip from her mouth.
She let her breasts brush his cock for a long second as she stood up. Spinning around, she lowered herself onto his lap, her ass resting against his balls, leaving his shaft exposed. Reaching back to grab at his cock, her fingers slipped off the wet skin.
"Do it, Ben," she ordered. "Anywhere you want."
His right hand moved to his cock. His knuckles rubbed against her pleather covered ass as he stroked himself fast and hard. She took his left hand in hers. Their fingers intertwined and they both squeezed.
"Get on the floor," he grunted.
Andy released his hand and dropped to the floor, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Ben slipped off the chair and moved up behind her, pressing his hips against her ass. He planted his left hand in the middle of her back and pushed her down until her chest touched the floor, leaving her ass up in the air. Ben's right hand moved quickly now, his knuckles banging against her asshole as he jerked off. She slipped her right hand back between her legs and rubbed her clit hard and fast. She, too, was close.
"Ohhhh, God," Andy sighed.
"I'm gonna cum," he cried out. "I'm gonna..."
"Yessss," she yelled, trying to look back at him. "Shoot it all over me, Ben!"
Even as she gasped for breath, she stuck out her tongue as if wanting to catch some of his semen. He bowed over her as his body bucked violently. A long stream of cum shot from his cock, and landed on her skin, stretching up to her right shoulder blade. This drove her past the point of no return. Her body stiffened, then shook as an orgasm exploded through her. She moaned loudly.
"Fuck, yes," he grunted. "Andy!"
She struggled to stay upright, pushing back against him as he ejaculated again and again. Ben fought to pull back a few inches, spraying sticky cum onto the ass of her leggings.
As his body relaxed, he leaned against her, his weight forcing her down flat on the floor, even as her body continued to shake. He lay on top of her, feeling her tremble while her orgasm faded slowly. His own body quivered as aftershocks rolled through him.
He let out a long breath, then carefully rolled to his right, flipping onto his back. Andy looked at him, she reached out to take his hand. They did not speak or move for several minutes.
"Is that what you wanted?" Andy asked, when her breathing returned to normal.
He nodded, before raising his head to look at her body. They were both covered with his cum. In a few places he could see the milky fluid smeared on her black leggings.
"That is fucking hot," he said, hoarsely.
She put her right hand on his chest and pushed him down again. Moving closer, she kissed his chest. Coming to some of his semen, she licked it up.
"Mmmm," she said. "You taste good."
He moved his left hand toward her. She lifted her upper body, allowing him to slide it under her. Lowering herself, she lay on her stomach, resting on his arm, with her head on his chest. They lost track of time as they cuddled on the cool – now sweaty – hardwood floor.
"Should we get up?" she asked, finally.
"Absolutely not," he said. "We should never move from this spot."
Five more minutes passed before Ben sat up. He reached out for the towel Andy'd brought from the bathroom. Gingerly, he wiped off her back, and her leggings, before cleaning himself.
"Did you get it all?" she asked.
"I think so," he said, inspecting her closely.
"You can put more on me anytime you want," she whispered.
"Feel like heading to the bedroom?" he asked, struggling to stand up.
"Absolutely," she said, with a smile.
Ben helped Andy to her feet and led her down the hallway.
Saturday morning, Ben's cell phone rang. He and Andy were spooning, his chest against her back. Without opening his eyes, he rolled over and felt for his phone on the nightstand. After a few seconds of fumbling about, he opened one eye, squinting against the sunlight coming through the window. As he picked up the phone, he caught sight of the alarm clock – 10:53am.
"Hello," he managed to say, more asleep than awake.
"Hey, Babe," Gaby said.
"Hey," he said, still clearing away the cobwebs of sleep in his brain.
"Are you still in bed, lazybones?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mmmm, hmmm," he allowed.
"Is Andy still there?" she asked.
He opened both eyes and looked at the other side of the bed. He gazed at Andy's bare shoulders, then her chest, as she rolled over toward him.
"Yes," he said, with a smile Gaby could almost hear.
"I take it you two had fun?" she asked, rhetorically.
"Oh, yeah," he said.
"Is she awake?" she asked. "Let me talk to her."
Ben handed the phone to Andy.
"You skank," Gaby said, loudly, when Andy answered. "What are you doing with my man?!"
Andy burst out laughing while Ben looked on, left wondering what could be so funny. It took several seconds before Andy could respond.
"I'm doing all the dirty things he likes, bitch," Andy said.
Ben's eyes went wide. The two women talked for more than a minute while Ben watched helplessly.
"You better stay away from my baby daddy," Gaby warned, before Andy returned the phone to Ben.
Gaby was still giggling when he again greeted her.
"Women are going to be the death of me," he said.
"Oh, you love it," she said, "two hot chicks fighting over you."
It was Ben's turn to laugh. They spoke for several more minutes.
"I guess I'd better get dressed and do the 'walk of shame' out of here," Andy said, after Ben hung up.
"Want to get breakfast first?" Ben asked, smiling.
Andy leaned against him. She kissed his lips, then moved down to his neck. Without stopping, she trailed her tongue down to his chest.
"That's not exactly what I had in mind," Ben said, letting his fingers trace over her skin as she moved lower, "but, this is good, too."
Sunday morning, Ben arrived at the airport with enough time to park his Jeep and go inside. He'd printed a sign – Gabrielle Sarsaparilla Armadilla – to hold for Gaby. His mind turned over and over while he watched the numbers change on the flight status board.
She smiled when she caught sight of him. Carrying her backpack, she ran and jumped into his arms, knocking him backward a step as he struggled to catch her.
"I missed you, Baby," she said, a minute later, when she broke their kiss.
"I can tell," Ben said, smiling. "Have you been doing your special exercises."
She laughed at him.
"We need to get home fast," she said, looking into his eyes.
"OK," he said. "Should we get your other bags first?"
"Fuck 'em," she whispered.
He began to laugh, but she stopped him with another kiss. It took a full minute – and the disapproving or envious stares of several people around them – before they moved off toward the baggage claim area.
The drive home went slowly. The airport and the highway were busy; full of people returning from weekend trips. Gaby chatted about the conference – saying she'd picked up one or two things she might try in her classroom – and about Miami. She noticed that Ben was remaining quiet – quieter than usual.
They decided to grab some Chinese takeut for dinner. Sitting on the couch, they ate, and watched TV. As they cleaned up their dishes, Gaby brought up the subject she sensed Ben had been avoiding.
"So," she asked, standing at the sink, "how is Andy?"
He hesitated for a moment.
"She's good," he said, finally.
"You guys had fun?" Gaby asked.
"Yes, we did," he allowed, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"You don't sound sure," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.
"Oh, we did," he said. "Several times."
"Then what's wrong?" she asked, quietly
"We...I...broke...some of the rules," he said.
She turned to face him.
"Some," she questioned, walking over to him.
He nodded.
"Well, I knew you'd have to break rule two," she said. "I was 1,000 miles away."
Another nod.
"And, rule one?" she asked.
He explained what had taken place in the shower the previous Friday. She thought for a moment.
"OK," she said. "On a technicality, since it was anal penetration, not vaginal, you're safe there. I mean, I don't have to worry about Andy getting pregnant, right?"
"Right," Ben confirmed.
She went quiet for several seconds before proceeding.
"What about rule three?" she asked, cautiously.
He looked up at her and reached out to take her hand. He pulled her to him.
"I'm really attracted to Andy," he said.
Ben felt Gaby's body stiffen. Her hand tried to withdraw from his.
"What..." she began, hesitantly. "What does that mean? Do you love her?"
"Yes and no," he said.
She looked at him quizzically.
"On some level I do," he allowed.
"Are you saying you're going to leave me?" she asked.
"No," he said, emphatically. "The feelings I have for Andy only clarified what I feel for you, Gaby."
"And, that is?" she asking, prodding him.
"I love you," he said. "Like no one I've ever known. I just wanted to tell you how I feel, because I want you to trust me, and believe me when I tell you I love you."
"Do you feel guilty?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, truthfully.
"Are you sorry?" she asked.
"Yes, of course," he said. "I don..."
"Then say it," she ordered, cutting off his statement.
"I'm sorry, Gaby," he said, quietly.
She looked down at him for a few moments, and then a wide grin spread across her face.
"You big dummy," she said in a whisper, crawling onto his lap. "I knew you were attracted to Andy. I could tell the moment I introduced you to her."
He looked into her eyes as she put her hands on his cheeks.
"I know you better than you know yourself," she said, laughing. "And, I never would have let Andy come over here if I didn't trust you."
"Why you dirty little..." he began. "You know what happens when you tease me."
"I could've asked any of our friends to come over," Gaby said, "Whitney, Kate, Denise...even Brit."
He tilted his head at the way her voice changed when she said Brit's name.
"Yes, I feel the same way about Brit," she said. "I love her. But, I don't love her the way I love you."
He hugged her body to his, squeezing tightly.
"I've told you, I'm your girl and you're my guy," she said. "I'm not letting you get away."
He turned his head and kissed her, long and deep.
"Mmmm, you taste like sesame chicken," she said, standing and pulling him to his feet.
"You taste like eggroll," he countered, following her to the bedroom. | Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 09 | [
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Text: I was new to the class and although I was feeling awfully nervous and unsure, it was a wonderful day for me the moment I entered the classroom, for I saw one of the most beautiful girls in the whole world. She had dark blonde hair and green eyes and lips like Angelina Jolie. I spotted her the minute I entered and I caught her attention right away too.
Several other girls were standing around her and I immediately realized that they were making fun of her. What seemed most unfair was that they kept calling this beautiful girl "frog face". Even though I knew this might make me unpopular with most of the class, I decided to help "frog face" out. I told them to leave her alone and that she looked better than all of them together. They were confused as to who I was, so they didn't respond right away. Then the first of them started laughing and chanting "he loves frog face", but another girl came over and told them to get lost and apparently, they respected her, for they left the three of us to ourselves.
"Hey, thanks... I was hoping they'd have forgotten over summer, but apparently not. What's your name?" – "Jamie. I'm in your class now..." The other girl spoke up: "That was cool of you to help Elizabeth. Those jerks just don't know that it stopped being funny like years ago..." Suddenly, the bell rang and it was time for our first lesson. Over the course of the day, I spent the lessons thinking about Elizabeth and the situation with the others making fun of her; during the breaks, I hung out with her and her friend, who I learned was called Victoria. I thought about why they liked to call her "frog face" and I had to admit that she did slightly resemble a frog because of the ways her eyes bulged out just a bit and because of the shape of her head. But still, if she looked like a frog, then she looked like a beautiful one. I knew I was in love. A few weeks later, I no longer felt awkward in the class; the others had started accepting me quite soon and none of the girls was upset about me having stood up for Elizabeth. I still hung out with her and Victoria most of the time, but I also started getting to know some of the other people in the class better. One girl I had a chance to talk to particularly frequent because we lived nearby and often walked home together. Her name was Michelle and she wasn't unattractive either, to say the least. I don't want you getting the wrong impression about me, though – I'd say Elizabeth was the girl I was most interested in... but you can't help noticing other girls, can you?
The funny thing is, it was Michelle who would bring Elizabeth and me closer together. It all started on our way home from school one afternoon. Out of routine, Michelle referred to Elizabeth as "frog face" again. I asked her why she kept calling her that. "Oh right, you actually came to her defense on your first day... I know, it's not fair... but we never meant any harm. I mean, if she hadn't done that thing with her cheeks, we would never have thought of it." I was confused. "What do you mean? What about her cheeks? I thought you were just saying it because she kinda looks like a frog..." Michelle laughed. "See... you think she looks like a frog too! But anyway... no one told you? Oh... this is a classic story... can't believe you haven't heard about it! We were decorating the classroom once and a couple of us were busy blowing up some balloons. It wasn't easy... you know what it's like with some balloons... you just can't start blowing them up. Well, Elizabeth was having some real problems as well. Suddenly, one of us – I forget who – points at her face and calls out something like 'Elizabeth's got a frog face!' and that was all it took..."
I didn't fully understand. "You mean just because she had puffy cheeks or something, you..." Michelle interrupted me: "No, no, no... we're not just talking puffy cheeks – her cheeks were inflated! It looked like her face was half-inflated – just like with some frogs... I swear, you should have seen her! Priceless. Anyway, she never was able to shake off that moniker." Michelle laughed and I laughed along a little bit, but my mind was somewhere far off. I was busy trying to figure out a way to see what Michelle had described. I managed to walk home along with Elizabeth the next week. Victoria hadn't been at school and I arranged with Elizabeth to study Math together. As we were walking towards her house, I started talking about how we'd first gotten to know each other. My mouth was completely dry, I was so excited. Elizabeth was laughing. "Guess I do look like a frog..." – "No, frogs aren't that good-looking." – "Thanks." We both laughed and I think I detected a touch of red in Elizabeth's face as well, not only in mine. – "...and I really like your cheeks." She fell silent. I had screwed up.
We arrived at her house in silence and I was actually disappointed when I realized that we were gonna be alone at her house because her mother was out. I had hoped for a nice little chat with her Mom that would have helped forget the embarrassing situation from before. Instead, we sat in her room on the floor with the Math book lying open in front of us and basically, we did the homework separately. Suddenly, a big, wet tear dropped down onto the open page of the book. I put my arm around Elizabeth and asked her what was the matter. She didn't answer me right away, but then she finally wiped away the tears and looked at me. "Do you really think I'm attractive... I've been told that I look like a frog forever, over and over again..." – "No, I really think you're..." She kept talking, though. "It happened every time I thought I'd found new friends in a new school. I'd forget about it, sometimes, but then that thing with my cheeks happens... and you know, it doesn't go away right away... God, it's so embarrassing!" I didn't know what to say, so I began padding her back to soothe her. "The only two people who haven't made fun of me so far are you and Victoria. Victoria's never said a word about it... and I appreciate that. But now you come along and I know that you'll turn on me the moment you see my inflated cheeks... I know it will happen one day... it's inevitable." "I'll never turn on you... I don't even know what you mean..." I began stroking her head gently. She stopped crying. "You'll laugh at me... you'll try not to, but you'll laugh. I know it. In your mind, this image will be too strong... whenever you'll look at me, you'll see me with my inflated cheeks... in your mind, I'll be 'frog face' too then, you'll be no different from the rest..." The crying had begun again, but I spoke to her in a quiet, calming voice: "Test me, right now."
"What?" – "Blow up your cheeks... you can see how I react. If I laugh, I will leave and I won't bother you again... but trust me, I will stay." Elizabeth didn't agree immediately, but then she whispered: "I really like you... please don't laugh..." and with that, she took a deep breath, closed her mouth and blew up her cheeks. I didn't laugh. I just grew stiff. I practically threw myself at Elizabeth and kissed her while I kept touching her inflated cheeks. She was even more beautiful now. Elizabeth was confused, but happy and we kissed passionately. I began to take her close off and strip down myself as well. I laid down on top of her and pressed my lips against hers, but then as our mouths opened, I exhaled into her again. Her cheeks swelled up even bigger. "Oh...," Elizabeth moaned, "I've never gotten this big before... I must look ridiculous." She may have looked ridiculous to a lot of people – it looked like she had stuck two inflated balloons in her mouth – but to me, this was heaven. "It's too much... it kinda hurts... you gotta try and push the air out of me again..." – "Are you sure it'll work?" – "I've never really tried... I've always had to wait till the air leaves by itself... but this time, I really need to lose the air again..."
I pressed her cheeks together and I felt them decrease between my hands. At the same time, though, I could see her breasts blowing up! "Oh my God... what's happening to me," Elizabeth cried. My hormones took over. I blew into her mouth again and pressed the air out of her cheeks again and again so that her boobs would get bigger. Elizabeth was somehow helpless. She only managed to mutter a few words between my breaths: "Stop blowing me up! I'm not your blow-up doll! I'm not a balloon! What's happening to me?"
Suddenly, I felt someone grab me from behind and knock me to the floor. It was Victoria. She kicked me in the stomach and it really hurt. My erection even went back a bit. Still, all I had to do was look over towards Elizabeth who was lying on her bed with two massive beach balls sticking from her body. Victoria's vicious kick reminded me of the seriousness of the situation. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I couldn't really breathe, much less answer. Victoria was awfully strong for a girl. I felt her hold me up in a full nelson. I was too exhausted to fight back and I wouldn't have hit her anyway. But those things weren't going through my mind at all... I was actually enjoying this just a little bit, I had to admit. Elizabeth had gotten up and walked over to me angrily with her huge boobs bouncing up and down like basket balls. I expected a kick where it hurts the most, or at least a slap, but she grabbed my head with both hands and pressed her mouth against mine again. Then she started blowing. Now I tried to break free. I felt the air rushing into me and it wasn't too pleasant. But Victoria and Elizabeth were too strong. It was no use. I was being blown up like a balloon by the two girls and I really mean like a balloon. I didn't grow any breasts, or suddenly get an inflated dick... I became a round, rubber ball. Soon, Victoria let go of me. She didn't need to hold me anymore and a bit later, she wouldn't have been able to anyway, for I was losing my arms inside me huge inflating body. Elizabeth had powerful lungs after all – although I did notice her cheeks were slightly puffed up again. "Frog face is inflating me," was all I could think of again and again. When only my head was left, she stopped and looked at me for a few moments, not saying a word. I felt too inflated to speak. But in my mind, I kept thinking: "Play with me, play with me, play with me..."
"You did turn on me... of course not like I expected... but you are no better than the rest." She gave me a quick slap that sent me bouncing away and against the wall. I noticed that Victoria was gone, but I didn't bother to think about why she'd left. Being tossed around like a balloon was getting me all excited again.
"I did it because I love you." Elizabeth hadn't expected that response, I could tell. She thought about it for a moment, but then she mocked me: "I did it because I love you... puh-lease... I just blew you up like a balloon because of how much you 'loved' me." She picked me up and bounced me on the floor several times, before rolling me over a bit. Then Elizabeth climbed onto me; she lay on top of me and looked directly into my eyes. "You wanted to humiliate me again... but now it's time for me to humiliate someone." It felt so good to feel her body pressed onto mine; it was so sexy to be stretched to the sides by her body. I felt her breasts on my inflated skin and even though they were back to normal size, it was turning me on a whole lot.
Suddenly, I heard voices from downstairs and Elizabeth got off me again. The door opened and in came Victoria and Michelle, who burst into laughter immediately. "What's this? A balloon-boy?" Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, this is balloon-boy." She picked me up and tossed me to Michelle, who caught me with ease. Victoria began taking pictures as the two girls tossed me back and forth. Soon, everyone at school would be making fun of me... I was feeling pretty humiliated already... but I decided to enjoy being played with like a balloon as long as it lasted. The next day, I had deflated back to normal and managed to block out everything on my way to school. But the minute I arrived, everybody looked at me, pointed and laughed. "Balloon boy, balloon boy" half the class was chanting and I could see most kids looking at the pictures of me as a balloon-toy. The situation wasn't sexy at all anymore. I wanted to find some bizarre pleasure in being called a balloon boy in public, but it wasn't possible. It felt as if I was shrinking and everyone around me was laughing and calling me "balloon boy". Elizabeth, Victoria and Michelle, who had spread the story around most effectively, were laughing so loudly and I hated to admit that they looked beautiful. I was so embarrassed and the feeling of shrinking returned. Suddenly, I realized that I was indeed shrinking down to balloon-size. I could see Elizabeth, who looked huge, walk up to me and pick me up. No one was calling her "frog face" anymore... they were just chanting: "Blow him up, Elizabeth! Blow him up, Elizabeth!" Elizabeth smiled. I was up close to the lips I had always desired and felt them hold my small rubbery body tight softly. Her cheeks blew up before my body inflated and it looked beautiful – I could hear the class cheer; they weren't mocking her, they were thrilled by her unique ability and cheered for Elizabeth to inflate me. My body ballooned out and I was face to face with beautiful Elizabeth. She winked at me as she took me from her mouth and tied a knot in my lips. The class cheered loudly and I felt helpless and embarrassed.
The bell rang and the lesson started. The teachers didn't give much thought to why Elizabeth was carrying a balloon around that day and they didn't seem to care too much about my absence. After school, I felt Elizabeth untie the knot and somehow turn me back to normal. I thanked her for turning me back, hoping she'd forgive me; I didn't feel I was in the position to be angry at her for humiliating me. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth... but, hey, isn't it great that the class doesn't care about you being a kind of 'frog face'?" Elizabeth laughed and I leaned forward to kiss her, which she allowed.
Then she moved close to my ear and whispered: "And you know what will keep them from laughing at me...? You will, balloon boy!" She puffed up her cheeks a bit, blew me a kiss and walked away and I knew that it wasn't the last time that I'd get blown up and humiliated in front of everyone by that beautiful "frog face". | null | [
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It was stormey night, the thunder rushed though the trees light a train going nowhere.
In a field not too far away was a young mum a rapidash, it was giving breath to a youngster, she had been kicked out of the group by the lead stallion and was now giving birth to a weak ponyta.
After an hour she gave birth and it was a young male ponyta, but it was weak from the rain, it was falling heavily and the flame on it's Maine was weak and not flareing up, just then a voice came from some where and a light shone onto a old barn and it was a sign.
The mother carried the young ponyta in to the barn where pidgey's flew away when the door banged open, in walked the weak mum. The foal now only an hour old was trying to get up, this was not easy when you weak and need a drink, but after an hour or so the ponyta got up and started to drink mum's milk from mum, by now the rain had died down and they were safe in the barn.
In the morning the young ponyta was full of life and now wanted to play, but first mum had to find a group of rapidashe's to find for proctorion and warmth.
After a long time she found a small group and started to approached the herd unsure what would happen.
The lead stallion noticed this new rapidash and confronted her, but after a bit of a fight she was pushed into a group of mares witch were lower ranking and also had young ponyta's.
The youngster came over all a bit scared and hid behind mum, but mum pushed him into the other's and he was fine, soon playing with them and bouncing around and having fun! Then he picked on a weak one who was more then a bit scared like terrified.
As he bounced his way to this ponyta it went and hid behind mum who was the lead mare and was not liking this little ponyta's game's that when the lead stallion came over and sniffed this other youngster he bounced away and licked the lead staillon who wasn't in a very good mood.
Mum was happily munching away when there was a stampede of hooves and the lead stallion was chasing this little one because it had played a bit rough with his ponyta and licked him.
The mum was confronted and pushed away the lead stallion and would make sure it never happed again.
A lot of years past and the ponyta was now five years old and was now finding out what that thing was between his legs did, it was fun not only did it bounce around it also got hard when a female ponyta pee'd, but one day the best smell came from his mum a smell he never smelled before and it was so nice.
It all happened when he was drinking mum's milk from her tits, this wonderful smell coming from behind the tits he had to investergate and it was his mum's rear end but it smelled so good but every time he got near the smell mum pushed him away or kicked him.
That night the smell was even stronger then before and it made his thing go all hard and wet it was now or never, in the field he noticed two rapidashes fighting! At lest that what he thought it was but after a few minuets they stopped and one mounted the other this made his thing go very hard. Later on he asked the male rapidash what he had done to the other rapidash, he explained it all, the female rapidash was on heat and to stop it she needed me to push my thing into her thing.
The more he thought about it the more the smell smelled better, he knew his mum was on heat.
The next day his mum went off to find male rapidash to mate with but no luck, the smell was now more powerful then ever when she came back, he knew how to please mum but when he tried his mum just walked away or ingored it.
That night in the old barn, mum was asleep but the little ponyta couldn't sleep as the smell was more powerful then ever now he knew it was now or never.
He remembered the male rapidash showing him how to start, first arouse the mare by grooming her and every so often grooming the butt, next when she is ready to be mated she will push her tail to one side that is when you mate her by jumpping on top of her and putting your thing in her thing.
So he did this, at first the mum liked it but every time he went for the bum he was kicked he kept trying and in a couple of minuets she moved her tail.
She was so horny now she didn't care who mated her even if it was her son and so she let him mate her but he would have to work for it.
He knew this was prefect he tried to mount her but she pulled away so she was ready but her pussy wasn't.
He began to lick her wet and most pussy, he loved and so did she, she knew he couldn't reach her pussy with his dick so she would bend down next time he mounted her.
His thing was now very hard it was harder then all the other times, he slowly jumped up and put his front legs on her top hips then slowly he edged his way to her pussy, she bent down a bit and felt his big hard dick into her and she went just low enough for him to put his dick into her.
He had never flet this way before, her pussy was warm and hot, but it made him fell good! He then flet a warm jet of something coming from inside him and he let off a huge neigh and his thing had cummed inside of mum and they both loved it.
After a couple of mouth's later he noticed mum's belly getting bigger and that's when the male rapidash told him what he was in for.
He would soon have a brother or sister to look after, his face went bright red at this he had made his mum pregnant? And was it his? that day another stallion had mated with her so it could be his or the other stallion's their was only one way to find out, when it was born would it have a diamond on it's forehead or an arrow mark he was the arrow and the diamond was the other stallions.
He waited and waited until he was born and on the head was a diamond! It was his not the other stallion's he was dad but now he had to protect the youngster just like his mum had done and that's what he did and it was soon cought by a trainer and went on to live a happy life, and as for him? Well the smell still comes from other mare's on heat but the best smell still comes from mum and he will if she needs it mate with her.
editted 15/09/10 | A mother's touch by mugman | [
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After giving it one more go for the night, Liz and Jay were both completely spent. Jay snuggled up next to Liz, pulling her close and breathing in the flowery scent of her hair. Liz shifted in Jay's arms to face him and nuzzled her nose gently against his, gazing into his eyes lazily.
"I love you," Liz whispered softly.
Jay smiled, "But I love you more."
Liz rested her head on Jay's chest and just listened as his heartbeat slowly helped her drift off to sleep. Jay smiled at Liz in admiration as she slept and kissed her gently on the forehead. He then rested his cheek upon her forehead and joined her in the deepest of slumbers.
a few hours later, in the morning
Jay woke suddenly and while still in a daze from sleeping, worried that Liz had left again. He smiled as he realized that Liz was still curled snug in his arms. He was going to allow Liz to sleep for a few more minutes, but the temptation to wake her was too much.
Jay started planting soft, gentle kisses all across Liz's face. Liz's eyes began to blink open as Jay nuzzled her ear.
"Good morning, my darling," Jay whispered.
Liz smiled and kissed Jay's nose, making Jay grin.
"Good morning, yourself, cutie," Liz replied.
The couple remained wrapped in each other's arms for a few more minutes, enjoying the feel of being close.
"I'm going to miss this so much when you have to leave the city..." Jay said sadly, giving Liz a squeeze.
"I know, Jay. But just think...I graduate in May. And then I'll be around as much as you want me to. And when I'm at college, I'll only be a few hours by train. Until then, there's still spring break and weekends and..."
Liz's words were cut off by a long, passionate kiss from Jay. For the first time since being kissed by Jay, Liz could feel more than just lust in his kiss; she felt completely loved.
"I'm going to treat you to the birthday day that you deserve, even if it is a few days late," Jay declared, as he got out of bed and pulled on his boxers.
"You go on ahead and shower and once you're ready, we'll go," Jay added, leaning over to give Liz another quick kiss.
Liz smiled and padded over to the bathroom in her bare feet. She turned on the shower spray and waited for it to warm up a bit. After the water had warmed to her liking, she stepped into the shower and closed the stall. She sighed under the warm jets as the water trickled down her skin.
Just as she was about to reach for the soap, the door to the shower opened and Jay stepped in.
"By the way," Jay said, "I forgot to mention that I'm taking care of EVERYTHING for you today."
Jay took the soap from Liz's hands and began to wash her. She grinned and stepped back to be close to him as he ran the soap over her body. He was a merciless tease, letting his hands linger over her breasts and between her legs longer than necessary. Jay could hear Liz's anxious moans. "Tonight, my darling...tonight..." he said, kissing her beneath the ear and laughing to himself.
Jay then ran his long fingers through her wet hair, massaging her scalp. Liz sighed happily. She couldn't believe how special Jay was making her feel. Jay gave her one final kiss and then encouraged her to go get dressed while he finished showering.
Liz realized she didn't have any clothes with her other than what she had been wearing the night before and was about to mention it to Jay when she noticed an outfit left on the bed for her. Jay had obviously planned this out completely. Pinned to the pile of clothes was a short note.
"Here's an outfit for today
You love wearing it
I love how it looks on you
You are beautiful."
Liz giggled and began to dress herself in the outfit Jay had picked out for her: A tight black ribbed turtleneck sweater and tight jeans, both of which accentuated her curves. She went into the guest bathroom to do her hair and makeup, which she kept simple. She then returned to the room to pull on her black boots, a black knit hat and scarf, and black gloves. Liz then sat down on the bed, waiting for Jay.
Jay appeared about fifteen minutes later, also in a black sweater, jeans, and his favorite pair of black shoes. Liz laughed as Jay jumped on the bed next to her and leaned over to give him a kiss.
"We match!" Liz giggled.
Jay grinned, "I know. I planned it because I thought it would be cute and that you'd like it."
"I do like it...though I can't decide whether I like you better in black or in nothing at all..." Liz replied.
Jay laughed loudly and wrapped an arm around Liz.
"Shall we go, babe?" he asked.
Liz nodded, took Jay's hand, and the two of them left the apartment.
Jay pointed to the Starbucks on the corner.
"First, a little breakfast," he said.
Jay ordered for them; a tall chai tea for him, a mocha latte for her, and two scones. They sat at a quiet table in the back as they ate their scones, neither of them saying a word because they were too busy eating and looking at each other.
They left the Starbucks when they had finished their breakfast.
"Liz, you have to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them," Jay instructed.
"What? What's going on?" Liz asked.
Jay gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "Just do it, hun. I promise you'll love it."
Liz closed her eyes and let Jay lead her around the city by the arm. After about twenty minutes of walking, they stopped. Liz could feel warm breath by her ear.
"Okay, open your eyes," Jay said.
Liz opened her eyes to find that they were in Rockefeller Center in front of the big Christmas tree; something she had always wanted to see in person since she was a little girl.
"Jay..." she said, but she couldn't get any other words to come out as tears started welling up in her eyes.
He smiled. "We're going ice skating beneath the tree. Just like you've always wanted, baby."
Though neither one of them had ice skated in years, they ventured out on the ice, hand in hand. They spent about an hour skating around before deciding that it was too cold to stay outside any longer.
After removing their skates, Liz jumped onto Jay's back and gave him a huge hug from behind.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!" she said.
Jay laughed as Liz jumped down and he turned to face her. He gave her a long kiss. "You're welcome," he added.
"Let's go home for a bit and warm up some...and then the rest of your surprises are in store!" Jay told Liz. She smiled and gave him another hug as they walked back to the apartment.
Upon their return to the apartment, Jay picked Liz up in his arms and carried her to the rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. He placed her down on the ground gently and then turned the fireplace on. Jay then sat behind Liz and began to rub her shoulders. Liz sighed happily; Jay's massages were like heaven on earth.
After concentrating on her shoulders for a few minutes, Jay stretched Liz out on the rug and massaged the rest of her back. After several minutes of this, Liz made Jay lie down and she gave him a nice, long massage to thank him for how wonderful the day had been so far.
"I love when you rub my back," Jay sighed.
Liz stopped to lie down behind him and just stroke her hands up and down his back as they both watched the fire burn. Liz slipped her hands up into Jay's hair and massaged his scalp as Jay drifted off into a nap.
Liz let Jay sleep for close to an hour and then began to rub his shoulders again. Jay woke up slowly, grinning.
"Ahhhhhh what a great way to wake up."
Jay then stood up and gave Liz a kiss, rubbing her lower back. "Come on, babe, time for more surprises!" he told her.
As they left the apartment, Liz asked what was next.
"I got us tickets to Rent," Jay replied. Jay could tell by the look on Liz's face how happy she was.
"That was the first day we ever spent together. And the day I realized I loved you..." Jay told her.
Liz was so happy that Jay remembered all of that. They went to the show and had a great time, singing along to all the songs, all wrapped up in each others' arms. After the show, Jay took Liz to the same restaurant they ate at on their first day together.
Once they had finished their meals, they returned to the apartment again. "Now, where the real fun begins..." Jay said, with a devilish look in his eye.
Liz raised an eyebrow at him jokingly. "Oh really? I dunno...the rest of today was pretty damn fun...how can you top that?"
"I have my ways..." Jay replied.
Jay sat Liz down on the bed and then flicked on some jazz music. He then proceeded to take off his shirt slowly. Liz grinned. "Stripping for me, are you?" she asked.
Jay peeled his shirt off and tossed it at her. "You like?" he asked as he unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied his waist until his pants dropped to the ground.
"Indeed I do," Liz replied.
"Good. But I think you're wearing too much for tonight's activity," Jay teased as he inched toward the bed.
He peeled Liz's sweater off and used it to tie her hands up over her head. Liz's eyes gleamed as he began to kiss over her bare stomach. "Oh this isn't fair..." Liz moaned as Jay licked over the edges of her bra.
Jay peeled Liz's jeans off and just marveled at the sight of Liz in her underwear for a moment.
"God you're so sexy," he groaned.
"How sexy?" Liz asked teasingly as she rolled her hips up in Jay's direction.
Jay peeled off his boxers and pointed to his fully erect cock. "That sexy."
He then proceeded to jerk himself off in front of Liz because he knew it got her hot. Indeed, a few minutes into this teasing game, Liz was writhing around on the sheets and moaning.
"This really isn't fair..." Liz moaned.
"Well if you think that's unfair, you're really gonna hate me for this..." Jay grinned as he leaned over Liz's body and began to suck on one of her nipples as he let the tip of his cock rub over her clit.
Liz squirmed around and moaned loudly.
"And this..." Jay said as he took his fingers, licked them, and then rubbed them rapidly over her clit.
"Ughhhhhh I'm so close...so close..." Liz panted
Jay stopped and went back to jerking himself off. When he couldn't take it anymore, and he was sure Liz couldn't either, he untied her. Liz immediately grabbed at Jay in a frenzy. Jay entered her and they quickly found their rhythm. It didn't take either of them long to get close to orgasm.
"Jay...I want to feel you come in my mouth..." Liz begged.
Jay pulled out and felt Liz's lips wrap around his hard cock. He lasted less than a minute before he started shooting his come into her mouth and moaning with delight. He loved the sight of Liz swallowing his come.
Once he stopped, he dove down to Liz's crotch and began sucking on her pussy furiously. Liz loved being eaten, and Jay loved the way he could drive her wild just by playing with her clit. Just a couple of licks of her clit was all it took before Liz became to moan louder and shake as she orgasmed.
Jay moved up to give Liz a long, passionate kiss, and the two of them just held each other for awhile before giving it another go.
After all, they only had one more night together until she had to go back to school. And then, it'd be a whole four months before they could fuck each other again...
*more??
(i'm actually getting kinda tired with writing these from personal experience and would appreciate any interesting suggestions...)* | Friendship Renewed Ch. 03 | [
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James was nervous, but his new girlfriend Jess was gorgeous with her dark mocha toned skin and long straight black hair. They had only gone on two dates but when she asked him over to her apartment for a bit of fun he didn't hesitate. The sheer arousal he felt for her was enough to be a counterweight for his nerves. She put on rhythmic music and started to dance almost immediately after he sat on the edge of her bed. She started subtly, but quickly got into the rhythm of the song and started to belly dance for him. She started because she loved the song, but grinned mischeiviously as she seen him following her every move with his eyes and tented pants. She undid her pants, then untied her top. Dipping low several times and swinging her hips with the dance she snaked her way out of the tight pants without touching them. In fluid motion she tossed her skimpy shirt onto his face and by the time he removed it, her bra was off and she slowly lowered it as she continued to dance. Once she shimmied her panties down and kicked them off over his shoulder, she finally stopped her sexy dance and knelt in front of him. Using her tongue and teeth only she undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear with a single index finger. Jess pressed her tits in his face as she half stood and gripped his shirt, pulling it up and off.
James grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down, rolling over onto her now in the middle of the bed, pinning her for a moment, she growled seductively, enjoying the dominance.
"Why don't I help that stiff dick get lathered up?"
James let her up and moved back, resting on his elbows. Her dark red lips engulfed his dick quickly to the base of its six inch length. It felt wonderful, but not too far into it she stopped, looking a bit puzzled at it.
"Uh, is something wrong?"
James' eyebrow raised. "What do you mean...?"
She blushed slightly motioning to his penis. "W-well I know this isn't its full size..."
Now James' face went bright red! She was expecting bigger?! He was full erection! His size was perfectly average...he didn't know what to say.
Jess glanced away a moment from the awkwardness. "Its OK, a lot of guys don't know how to get it fully up! I don't even care if this was the full size, its just...I can tell it isn't."
Still not knowing what to say, James just went along. He didn't want to argue with her and kill the mood, this was as big as it got. Jess pressed both index fingers into the area just over his dick as if feeling for something, then pressed in and massaged two very specific points, telling him she learned this technique as well as belly dancing when she was studying abroad. She very gently traced fingers up his dick, following the veins and told him to focus on her tits, and will his dick bigger. What? Just mentally tell it to get bigger, was she serious!? What sort of wiles willed willies? He tried to relax his lower body around the shaft, hoping maybe increased blood flow would help. After several long moments of concentrating on his dick and her perfect supple dark tits, she spoke up again. Jess told him to think of something he disliked about himself, and imagine blowing it out his dick. Odd therapy, but why not? He was willing to do just about anything to get this ball rolling back into the gutter where it belongs.
James remembered a horrible moment when he was in grade school, he was about to show off a trick he learned but tripped on his shoelaces and ate shit so hard everyone was laughing too hard to see any second attempts. He wished he could cum that memory away for sure. But as he thought that an odd feeling came over him and suddenly he couldn't remember everyone who was there. It was a very subtle tingling warmth that passed through his entire body, heading toward his crotch and concentrating. Now he couldn't remember anyone who was there, or what trick he was trying to do in the first place. James felt like he was getting an erection even though he already had one! Like trying to hold water in your hand, his memory continued to slip away till he couldn't even remember what he was trying to remember! His eyes focussed back on his dick and it looked a tiny bit bigger! Or at least harder- with reddened glans and aggressive veins. Jess smiled, telling him he did a good job.
"The first is the hardest, because you don't quite know how and your body isn't used to it. It gets easier every time. You should keep going. ANYTHING you don't like about yourself, just throw it away and use it to feed your dick! I bet your cock's actual max size is really impressive."
James was still in disbelief but went through his memories, piling all the negative ones into his dick. Each contributed very little to his physical size, but together it was certainly noticeable. Jess kept encouraging him to dump more in! She suggested things with a bit more substance- personality traits he wished he didn't have or knowledge he wasn't actually going to find a use for. She was right about it getting easier- the flowing sensation through his body didn't even happen now, and he felt his cock swelling up almost instantly. One, two, three inches more, and a bit more girth to boot. Jess grabbed the large bulbous head in her hand- reaching just far enough around the glans to hook her fingertips around the corona and squeeze gently. James groaned in need, wanting to get off already! The bigger it got the more needy it became, the more pent up he felt. She told him where he should stuff his impatience, and there was another half inch. As much as he loved having a huge dick now...it was maybe a bit on the too big side? Jess didn't seem intimidated by it, but it was longer than his forearm, if James had to guess he wouldn't have thought something that big would even fit in her. He told her his concerns and said they should probably stop.
"But...you don't even know what your actual max size is yet? You know how many dudes would kill for a huge dong? Tell you what, you should just stuff your worry into that thick meat stick of yours so you can focus on enjoying it more."
That didn't sound like a good idea, but before he could worry about his worries it was gone and his dick stretched bigger. Before it was something he had to concentrate on but it was so easy now just considering it made it happen. Jess squeezed the glans and tickled the fingers of her other hand up his gigantic shaft, telling him things he probably didn't need to feed his dick. The ability to feel pain, his negative emotions, memories of his childhood, free will. His cock stretched absurdly big, and while that last item gave him pause, his ability to be worried about it was already gone. Jess reasoned that free will meant choice, and choosing can be hard. Why bother thinking about things when you can just go with the flow?
James groaned and squirmed as his massive shaft wobbled back and forth in Jess' grip, and she knew he was too far to back down now. Why would he need to think about anything when he has a dick this big? Just shove that in his dick, his ability to write, read, how to do math, what his own name is, junk like that. By now the huge cock was towering over both of them and the best Jess could do with both hands was just hold it steady- if it fell over it was so rigid and big it would yank James off the bed with it. James could barely put together a coherent thought, and when he did he accidentally put that in his dick too. He even started to shrink, giving his size over to the dick. Jess just caressed the throbbing veiny shaft and looked over the diminishing James, listing off everything about him she could think of. One by one, those things stuffed into his cock and it continued to grow. Just the brief period of time where his brain tried to understand the word she speaks is enough to draw it out and into his dick. Instead of resisting it because it was an unknown concept, James' body was now resisting everything else, and trying to pull everything in even without his conscious input.
Jess drooled a bit, having to crane her neck back to look up at the stiff rim of the corona far above as the cockhead thumped against the roof and the bed started to bend down from the pressure. James shrank away as he was reduced to a drooling idiot; all thoughts having gone into forcing his cock still bigger. The springs in her bed exploded out from under them, collapsing the frame. It created enough momentary give for the giant cock to spring sideways and slam on the floor, covering the entire room up to her door- conveniently preventing it from being opened from the outside right now. What was left of James looked like a weird doll, or human shaped blob. Wedged between balls and cock, his body had lost definition and shape to his cock, causing him to look less and less human. Jess also noted it had stopped there, but that was fine. She reached past the fleshy blob to caress the sides of his aching balls, and reminded him not to neglect those. His cock was overstuffed- it finally ran out of room, but his balls didn't. Reduced to a tiny blob, then nothing more than a lump, and then nothing at all, his balls swelled slowly with what little remnants of James there was left, but then ballooned in size tremendously and finally stopped. The final surge had been his life and existence. Now he was the cock itself. He had no eyes or ears to see or hear with, no mind to think with, but he could still feel. And as a gargantuan cock, everything he felt must be real nice.
Jess pat the side of the shaft with a smile. "See? You could do way better. Now you can be my new toy to grind against. Ooooh and I bet your balls make a nice seat. And I can cuddle you in bed! I mean...this probably isn't what you had in mind." Jess shrugged.
She felt a little guilty for manipulating him into this, but he wanted pleasure and she delivered. It was his will that stuffed his dick, she just told him how. The small nagging guilt passed quickly enough, as her nipples hardened from the pressure. | null | [] |
Text: Shirley had massively, grossly underestimated how many people had money and a willingness to spend it on stupid things.
Holding up a pump and asking her stream watchers if they wanted to see her pump up her boobs was, obviously, a joke. Much fun was had by all, until she received a rather sizeable donation with a message of "ten thousand bits if you do it kappa."
So here she was, pumping away. It was a shock when she discovered that it actually worked, and the thought of easy money was enough for her to keep going. Even when her former petiteness rivaled the endowments of other, less talented streamers; even when they surpassed basketballs in scale; even when her shirt stopped stretching and started tearing; even when her her skin began to feel tight. Just as most of the view of the camera was covered up by her breasts, and the chat scroll was covered by excited-looking emoticons, her skin began to grow uncomfortably firm. As she struggled to continue pumping against the pressure she wondered when the nozzle would slip free. After all, she reasoned, forcing the plunger down with a grunt, she couldn't just-
The sudden POP startled her enough that the pump flew from her hands, her shirt instantly deflating as she felt a painful crack like an elastic band being snapped across her ribs. She let out a loud curse as she clutched her chest, partly from the sudden pain and partly from shock to steady her now-pounding heart, finding that her breasts had fully deflated and then some, leaving her with near-absolute flatness. Her watchers were concerned, but she waved a hand to show that she was mostly fine and not in need of serious medical attention.
As the stinging faded she heard the text-to-speech read off "a promise is a promise" as the donation came in; roughly a hundred dollars. She didn't know what she would spend it on, but probably not bras any time soon. | null | [
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"Female Inflation",
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"Master."
Hal didn't want to hear the voice. He didn't want anything to intrude on whatever level of life he was now floating on. Eyes closed, a bed of unbelievable softness underneath him, the distant but comforting sounds of Josephine's claws scratching on the dirt floor -- and, best of all, the utterly satisfying feeling of having had his seed thoroughly drained out of his balls by the expert mouth of a beautiful woman.
"Master."
He was experiencing a feeling he'd never known before -- complete and total happiness wrapped up in warm shroud of satisfaction. Or perhaps it was a feeling of complete and total satisfaction wrapped up in a warm shroud of happiness. Whichever it was, and wherever Hal was between waking and sleeping, the one thing he was sure of was that he didn't want to be disturbed.
"Master!"
There was a tone of sharpness in the witch's voice at the third word which Hal's sense of self preservation could no longer ignore. His eyelids parted to see the bright bars of light poking down through the dusty rafters from chinks in the roof of the dragon shed. The sun was no longer new born; now it was a full of shining vigor. Unlike Hal, who was fully aware that the one certain thing the coming day did not hold for him was any further peace and quiet. And even in his previous state of content distant voices had been calling out to him in anguish.
"Morgana, there are things we must do."
"Of course there are, master. I let you rest so you would be ready for the ceremony in your body, but calm in mind. Now you must collect some of your dragon's sweat to take with you."
"It's not that simple. We must talk about something."
"What is this 'something'?"
Hal stared at the smooth lines of the witch's body under her tight fitting leather clothes. The notion of any woman venturing out of doors wearing such immodest attire was still incredible to him. But perhaps no more than the idea of any woman at all calling him her master. Even one who said the word as if she was spitting out a piece of rotten meat.
"The prison tower. The prisoners that Agrud keeps in it. I mean, the prisoners he used to keep in it. No, I mean the prisoners that are there because Agrud put them there when he was king."
Morgana's finely drawn features crinkled in vague amusement at the boy's tongue tied awkwardness: the kind of amusement a cat enjoys with a mouse trapped underneath its paw.
"What of them?"
"They must be released and cared for."
"Why, master?"
"Because..." Hal found it difficult to find words for something which was so obvious it shouldn't require any explanation. "Because Agrud no longer rules here and there is no need to continue his cruelty. Let them out and let them be comforted."
Morgana shrugged her shoulders -- broad shoulders, for all the suppleness of her body: "If you wish, master, but not today. The ceremony must needs be held today."
Hal gritted his teeth, remembering the stench that hung around the prison keep and trying to imagine what it must be like to exist in such a place.
"You say you promised to obey me, you call me master. Then do as I bid you."
The witch shook her head: "No, you do not remember all that was said. In matters of sorcery you are my apprentice and do as I say. The ceremony to strip Gaunt Gregory of his powers must be held today and all other matters are subordinate to that great matter. The prisoners will stay where they are for the present. Come, arise and to your task."
Hal lifted his upper body to obey -- then stopped in mid movement as another thought came into his mind. Part and parcel of his first words, two impulses somehow linked together in his mind while he was half asleep, and only now had the second one been snagged and dragged out as the first was unfolded in his speech.
"No, wait, the two things are connected."
"What do you mean?"
"The ceremony with the women. Where have you planned to hold it?"
"Inside the castle tower which was Gregory's quarters," she answered. "Why?"
Hal sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through his tangled hair.
"Witch, think about what you want me to do. To gather together the dozen most desirable women in the castle and treat them like camp following whores. Can you imagine what their fathers, brothers and husbands will do once they have any inkling about the sort of magic you want me to help you perform? You may think yourself in no danger of being harmed because of who and what you are, but I'm still only Hal the shit bucket boy to these people. Turn your back on me for a minute and without your protection I'll be at the bottom of the moat with more knifes in me than the castle armory. If we must have this ceremony there needs to be some discretion in the arranging of it."
The witch folded her arms with the air of a tavern mistress ready to deal with a brain befuddled drunk: "And you have found such a pathway to discretion, Duke Merlin?"
The tone was tinged with unconcealed sarcasm but Hal cared not, for everything had suddenly fallen into place in his mind like the pieces in a winning chess game.
"Yes. Or at least the path to the Devil's Arsehole."
He saw Morgana's brows furrow in puzzlement.
"It's a cave, in the forest, about a league and a half from the castle. If you go deep into it, without getting lost in the different turns underground, there's a place where hot mud and water come bubbling up. From somewhere deep in the ground. And the water and the mud are supposed to be good cures for all ills. The mud to lie in and the waters to drink. But it's a difficult place to get into and only the rich and the brave dare go inside."
"Why so?"
"Because there are many false turns and because, as you go further in and the air grows warmer, the mould on the sides of the caves gets thicker and many poisonous spiders live in it. But the real problem is the darkness. Or perhaps I should say the real problem is the damp air inside the cave which puts out torches made of wood. The only way to light your way inside the Devil's Arsehole is with a wax candle inside a glass lantern. Things that only the rich can afford to use. And, sometimes, even such lanterns will go out and not relight in the dampness. Which leaves any travellers lost in the dark with only the red eyes of thousands of spiders to show the way."
"So nobody goes there, then?" the witch asked, apparently interested.
"A few only, seeking whatever good the mud and water within might do them, though only if they be desperate, or perhaps so ill they no longer value their lives much anyway. Years ago three brothers began a business by bringing out the mud in wicker back packs to sell to the sick and elderly. The Gulburton brothers they were called and they thought to make themselves so familiar with the all the turns and trails of the cave that they could never get lost, even without any torches and candles."
"And did they?"
Hal shrugged: "I think not. At any rate they all went into the Devil's Arsehole one day and never came out again. Nobody knows what happened to them."
Morgana chuckled: "I daresay the castle ladies would need to be driven with whips to persuade them to venture inside such a place."
Hal tugged nervously at his fingers. He was unused to playing the advocate, especially for his own ideas. Until yesterday he'd never been important enough to have ideas.
"That depends on your powers, Morgana. If you could provide them with light enough for the journey and led the women in yourself, promising to protect them from all harm or any danger of getting lost... well then, they might come along peacefully enough. But no mention of any ceremony, not to them or to any of their menfolk. Give the women buckets and shoulder yokes and tell them you want mud brought from inside the cave to help ease the pains of the released prisoners. Tell them it is my command."
He was surprised to hear Morgana chuckle; even more surprised to see what looked like a flicker of respect on her face.
"Well, who could believe that a lowly castle valet could be so tricky? But why should women be used for such a job when surely the men of the castle could carry heavier loads?"
"By Odin's sword, are you not a witch, a sorceress, a magician powerful enough to make all tremble? Tell the silly bitches you're going to use spells that no man must witness, tell them you don't want their delicate eyes offended by the sight of dirty and naked inmates being carried from the Prison Tower. Tell them whatever fancy comes to your mind, it matters naught. You'll be believed instantly and obeyed without question. Provided only you can find a way to light up the caves."
The witch smiled: "That is an easy enough task I warrant, Master. Can this cave be reached by a cart?"
"The high born ladies of the kingdom can't be seen riding in a cart," Hal protested. "It would humiliate them beyond all measure before the surfs."
"The cart is only for the mud to come back in. And to carry those buckets you speak of. The women may ride their palfries if they wish. But is there track enough for oxen and a cart?"
"Yes, there's a good enough track. An hour's journey from the castle should suffice."
"Then all that needs to be done is for you to travel to the cave and wait for us to arrive. I shall summon Ymir to guide you to a place inside the cave where I shall bring the women to you."
"Ymir? I'm to go into the Devil's Arsehole with your familiar to protect me from the dangers within? Perhaps the Gulburtons will soon have some company wherever they are because I'm sure Ymir hates me."
Morgana's eyes were as distant and cold as the stars on midwinter night.
"So do I, Hal O'The Shitbuckets, never doubt it. Calling a half grown boy my master sticks in my throat like a bundle of dry fish bones. But we all serve the Great Ones and none of us dare disobey their commands. Ymir will keep you safe. And forget not your vial of dragon sweat, no matter what. That is my order to you as my apprentice in sorcery."
"Yes, witch."
"And best leave your warlock's gown here. It would be lacking in respect to your craft to wear formal dress in such a place as you describe to me."
"Yes, witch."
With his heart filled with apprehension Hal began his duties for this strangest of days by laying out the dragon riding nets ready for his journey to the cave entrance.
If there had been any clouds in the sky at dawn Hal could not remember seeing them. And if there had been any since, they were gone now. The sky arching over the tops of the trees was a unmarked mantle of blue. There were traces of white visible though, along the upper flanks of the mountains where patches of snow struggled for existence under the sun's noonday power. From Josephine's belly net the views across the forest and out to the mountains had been more beautiful than Hal could ever remember.
Probably because he'd never looked at the scenery of Giant's Pass before with any notion of one day perhaps being free to roam wherever he wanted over it. Yesterday he had been a slave who carried shit buckets, today he was in thrall to a witch, but perhaps soon he would be free to soar with Josephine up to the tops of those mountains, to breathe the crisp high air and walk with Chelinde and Caelia amongst the glittering white patches of the fading snowline. Or better still... Hal had a inspiring vision of reaching out a hand to drop a snowball down Mary Gorlas's ample cleavage and suddenly felt better. Until his eyes turned again to the reeking entrance of the Devil's Arsehole.
Oh, wonderful! The grass was green, the air was sparkling, his stomach was full of good food, he was clean and Josephine frolicsome. What a day to fly to the very peaks. And where was he to go instead? Into that foul dungeon of a cavern where so many who went in never came out. On the other hand -- on the other hand he knew very well what would happen to him if the men of the nobility ever suspected him of tupping their fine ladies, even if only by sorcery. Having his balls cut of and fried in front of his eyes would be the least of their revenge.
Josephine flung up her head, the flashing red stripes along her neck sounding a warning. Hal squinted up at the two black dots circling overhead which had suddenly spoilt the sky's pristine perfection. Then the high flying objects plunged together, dropping towards the clearing beside the pile of boulders which marked the entrance to the cave. It seemed as if they were racing towards the ground, seeing which one of them could reach it first, Ymir the shape changer in his guise as a hawk, his wings half folded, and Morgana astride her broom, handle up and twigs down, her knees bent as if jumping down from a hayrick instead of dropping from half a league aloft like a plunging arrow. Josephine's colors turned to an optimistic shade of green and Hal knew exactly what was going on in the dragon's mind: a keen hope that both witch and familiar would slam themselves into the grass -- or better yet, the boulders -- with killing speed.
It didn't happen. Ymir used the falcon's shape as skillfully as any true hatched member of the wild's most gifted fliers. Wings flung open, the speed of the fall somehow converted into a short, steep climb, a second where the falcon hung in the air level with the bottom branches of the nearest tree, a flutter of wing tips and the familiar passed out of sight by diving straight into the cave's dark entrance. It was an impressive performance but not nearly as impressive as the witch's fall to earth.
She was just low enough for Hal to begin taking a interested look at her leather bound legs when a sound like a chorus of fast beaten war drums sounded, blasts of hot air slapped against Hal's face and a circle of grass three paces across directly below the falling witch turned red, flared up, then blew outwards in an expanding ring of fine ash. Hal coughed, shut his eyes against the particles of fine dust and wiped his eyelids with his hands. When he opened them again Morgana was standing in the burnt circle, those lust creating legs opened wide enough for the broom to fly out from between them and then hang level like a patient horse waiting to be mounted again.
Hal grunted in surprise and rubbed fragments of ash between his fingertips. He remembered how carts being eased downhill with their brakes jammed on became hot at the wooden brake blocks and along the edges of the restrained wheels. Had something like that happened here, with the falling weight of Morgana's body somehow being turned into noise and heat so she could land safely?
Oh, the idea of his ever becoming a magician was ridiculous. Every time he saw magic performed he gained no insight into how it was done, only a childish desire to ask endless questions.
"So, master, you have the dragon sweat ready?"
Hal held up the glass vial she had given him, handling it with the care such a rare piece of craftsmanship deserved, showing the clear fluid inside to Morgana. Then he wrapped the vial up again inside a piece of sheepskin and stowed it away in the drawbag slung around his neck.
"Your dragon had best depart now. Has she enough sense to return here when the evening shadows are long, if you so bid her?"
"She is no dog, to be needs taught tricks," Hal answered sullenly. "She lives and thinks as do you or I. Speaking to her with my hands is as easy as speaking to anybody else with my tongue."
He passed on Morgana's instructions to Josephine, to be answered with green and yellow patches of understanding, mixed with purple patches showing indignation and unhappiness. The dragon was in just as surly a mood as the boy at having to take orders from the witch. Hal nodded in agreement, then shrugged his shoulders. Josephine took one final baleful look at Morgana before she leapt into the air as spritely as a frog off a lily pad, flapped her wings twice thrice, and then wheeled away on their outstretched length.
"Something amiss with your girlfriend, boy?" the witch asked, a sneer in her tone. Hal realized that there were some movements in his dragon body language which were no secret to any human onlooker.
"Only that she regrets not having burnt your tits off while she had a chance."
Morgana smiled more openly: "Don't be stupid, Master. You can't kill witches that way."
"You can't?"
"Of course not. When did you ever hear anybody say the weather was as hot as a witch's tits. Ha, ha!"
Hal looked at her slantwise: "Come to think of it, I've never heard anybody say that a joke was as good as a witch's jokes. Now I know why."
Morgana's very appealing lips snapped shut as tightly and quickly as a sprung bear trap.
"Into the cave, please. As quickly as you like, Ymir is waiting."
"How am I supposed to see where I'm going?"
"Look into the hole and see the shadows being cast inside. Ymir has taken the shape of a giant glow worm. All you have to do is to follow him."
"A giant glow worm... right. You couldn't just give me a magic lantern or something?"
"There is no need, my familiar will see you safe. Now leave, quickly, before the women get here."
Hal took a final breath of crisp fresh air and walked boldly into the cave. At least he hoped he looked bold: going underground with no companion save an oversized worm was an event he hadn't anticipated and didn't relish at all. Five heart beats later he leapt out of the cave, skipping over the litter of fallen rocks as if the Christian Devil himself had been waiting in the gloom to drive a red hot spear into his backside.
"Morgana! Inside..." He struggled for breath. "Legs! Claws! Fria und Odin!"
"Legs, master?"
"A dozen of them! There's a cockroach as big as a hound in there!"
Morgana shook her head in open despair at her pupil's stupidity: "Master, didn't you know that glow worms are really beetles with shiny patches on their backs?"
"What?"
"Glow worms are not really worms -- they are not worms." The witch seemed to be trying to speak through clenched but perfectly white teeth. "Glow worms are beetles. Luminous beetles. So Ymir has taken the shape of a beetle; not a worm, nor yet a cockroach, but a beetle. A perfectly harmless beetle. Now will you please follow him and stop wasting our time?"
Hal swallowed a mouthful of the mountain air as if it were a lump of stone and gripped his hands together to stop them trembling.
"Oh, sure, I'd love to. There's nothing I'd rather do than crawl into the Devil's Arsehole with a bloody big beetle for company."
"This was all your idea, remember? And if you think to see nothing worse than Ymir as an apprentice magician, you have much to learn, young Hal."
The boy struggled to make light if his panic. If the witch could joke, then so could he.
"Call me master when you're calling me an idiot."
"Yes, master."
She bit the words off as if they were rats and she was a terrier breaking their backs. Hal had a sudden flash of memory, of the streaks of shit on King Agrud's royal rump as he staggered away from his castle with smoldering stumps where his hands had been. By Loki's drawers, he must be mad to be playing the fool with this woman!
"I'm sorry, Morgana, I was just startled, that's all. Now I know what to expect I'll get on with it."
He crept cautiously back into the cavern entrance, back into the gloom and towards the glowing patch where a green glow threw a ring around the cave's interior, casting strange shadows amongst the overhead rocks, the almost circular walls and the sandy floor. Though none of the shadows were anywhere near as strange as the humped and glowing wing case standing nearly as high as Hal's knees and supported on several pairs of hairy, many jointed legs. Legs that were moving up and down the gigantic beetle's body in a sort of ripple effect, as if they were all taking turns to stamp down on the sand with impatience.
Hal cleared his throat and spoke: "Uh, sorry, Ymir, you took me by surprise. I'm ready now, though."
The words came bouncing back at his ears from different directions, somehow louder and much distorted in the humid air. Much more disturbingly, tiny red eyes were beginning to appear in the surrounding darkness like embers carried out of a bonfire on a strong wind. Ymir scuttled forward, Hal said a rude word and had to rush forward to keep up with the familiar.
"Slower, slower, or I'll fall over on these rocks."
If the beetle slowed, it wasn't by much. Which wasn't surprising. Ymir was probably still bearing a grudge for being blown out of the sky and into the turd filled moat.
"Hey, Ymir, if I break a leg I won't be able to perform at this ceremony the way that Morgana wants me to."
That line of argument seemed more successful. The beetle's pace dropped, although the sarcasm evident in the deliberate movement of each pair of legs was obvious. Of all the humiliating things that Hal thought might happen to him in his life, it had never occurred to him that one of them might be having the piss taken out of him by an insect. Still, there were worse fates than that around: just ask the Gulburton brothers.
Hal only hoped he wouldn't have any such chance. He kept glancing over his shoulder, afraid that three skeletons with backpacks of rotting wickerwork might be tiptoeing up behind him. But there was nothing except the dwindling circle of sunlight at the cave's entrance, quickly lost from sight as Ymir came to a junction in the passageway and turned left. Now there was only the light cast by the beetle on the surrounding walls and a roof which came lower and lower as they moved onwards. Underfoot, more and bigger rocks appeared and the sand became wetter, oozing out from underneath Hal's sandals.
Another turn, and then another, the cave growing ever smaller, the air becoming as hot as the castle kitchen with every spit roasting, as damp as rising fog, and smelling of exactly the kind of smell your nose would expect to find in a place called the Devil's Arsehole.
"Oh, yes, very romantic," Hal muttered in self scorn under his breath. "What a wonderful place this is for a lovers' rendezvous. I chose really well here, didn't I?"
The beetle suddenly stopped, its stag like antenna poking out over the edge of a pool of pitch black water. It was as if a puppy had pushed its nose into a bed of stinging nettles and didn't know which way to turn next. Some measure of pleasure came back to the boy.
"Go on then, you clever little bastard, show me how well a beetle can swim."
Ymir turned left, walked up the wall with a clatter of claws, hung upside from the top of the cavern and walked forward again as easily as he had done down on the ground.
"Fuck me," Hal said in disgust and waded into the water.
It was like stepping into a slab of polished black marble: at least, until the ripples from his movements began to disturb the absolutely smooth surface of the pool. He was wet to the top of his thighs when he came out the other side. Ymir continued to show his contempt for the human's clumsy steps by keeping to the cave's roof as he moved on. At least it was easier to see the way with the light above Hal's head; what he didn't enjoy was noting how many more of those glittering red eyes were lurking in the patches of moss growing on either side of the cave. Fria und Odin, there were more spiders here than ants in a nest!
If walking along this pathway without a light was what the Gulburton brothers had been willing to do to make some quick florins, they deserved every penny of whatever they'd earned before fate foreclosed on their borrowed luck. Hal wouldn't have come back into this cave a second time for a backpack of gold coins, let alone one filled only with medicinal mud.
More turns, more pools, two of them, the second up to his waist again, another turn... Hodur, god of darkness, he'd never be able to find his way out of here on his own now. Then ahead, two or three steps further on, there was a pile of boulders, with a trickle of water running over the top and down the front of the lowest of them. The rocks made a barrier right across the width of the cave and came up to Hal's chest. The thing which immediately caught his eye was the grove worn into the top of the rock by the gentle runnel of water -- this wasn't the wear of years, this was a mark left by passing centuries.
Ymir passed over the barrier of the rocks, dipping up and down as his beetle shape crossed the gap in the roof the boulders must have dropped out of, so long ago that perhaps giants had still walked in these mountains when the fall had happened.
Then the familiar stopped, illuminating a rough dome shaped section of cavern overhead. A myriad of other lights sprang up around the glowing wing case, but not spider's eyes, not these. Blue, green, yellow, from the size of a fist down to a tiny speckling, all different kinds of minerals or precious stones which caught the faintest of light and returned each ray brightly burnished in a shiny new color. It was like looking up into a cloudless night sky filled with a mass of many hued stars. And it was a beautiful sight.
Hal could have stood and stared with his mouth hanging open a lot longer than he did. He would have done so except that the beetle's legs began dancing with impatience again.
"All right, all right, I'm coming."
He splashed into the puddle at the bottom of the rocky barrier and found several projecting ledges where he could place his hands and feet. One step up and Hal was looking out over a circular pool trapped between the barrier of fallen rocks and the wall which marked the end of the tunnel. Perhaps ten paces across and as dark as the other pools he'd crossed, but not as smooth, because there seemed to be some kind of disturbance in the middle of this one, where every few seconds a bubble or two would emerge and break, sending out a hatching of ruffled water. That must be were the spring water came up, still hot, for wisps of vapor hung above the pool. And all around the water's edges was a ring of mud, as black as the water itself and only distinguishable by the lack of tiny ripples which the breaking bubbles threw out.
Obviously, the trickle of rising water had been bringing up silt since time out of mind, silt which had settled down as the mud deposits while the water itself had continually escaped over and down the rocks he was standing on. Hal leaned forward and cautiously put the tip of his finger into the mud pressed up against the barrier. It was not cold, not hot. He reached out further and dabbed just as cautiously at the edge of the pool: the water was warmer, as warm as milk straight out of a cow's teats. Overhead, the glowing beetle was hanging like a crescent moon, a moon which was still quivering with impatience.
"All right, I'm coming. Watch me!"
Hal undid his jerkin, his shirt, and took them off. Then his sandals and breeks. Wrapping all together, he added the drawbag from around his neck and used the cord to secure the bundle. Then he carefully eased his naked body over the rocks and into the mud. An exploring foot found a shallow rocky bottom on which he easily stood, his knees about on a level with the top of the mud. Which was fine, though taking a step forward set Hal waving his arms to keep his balance.
"Fria!" he grunted, in fear of falling over.
The beetle walked down the wall, stopping just above the mudbank on the far side of the pool. It was clear that Ymir was showing the boy where he was to wait for the women. A goal easier indicated than reached, at least for somebody handicapped by a human body.
Hal struggled to keep steady on his feet as he moved forward. He felt happier as he reached the water and the top of the pool rose up above his waist to his chest. Now he had something to help him keep upright. Which was fine until the water was almost level with his shoulders while his legs were still half buried in the mud. It was impossible to make progress through such a morass by walking.
Fortunately, he could swim, after a fashion, a few desperate strokes with his arms as he dragged his legs free and let them trail behind him, until he was across the pool and sprawled out on his stomach on the mudbank at the end of the cave. Hal felt like a spawning eel trying to crawl along a riverbank past a blocking weir. And even land bound eels didn't have the problem of dragging a bundle with them. His scraps of clothing were now no more than a tangle of mud plastered rags, dirtier even than when he'd worn them whilst emptying the castle shit pots.
Grunting with the effort Hal crawled forward on his hands and knees, his fingers spread out wide to keep them as much as possible from sinking into the mud under his weight. Luckily, the rocky edge at the back of the cave was only a pace or two away and he was soon able to haul himself onto it, though his arm and leg muscles had to work hard to break free of the mud.
In fact a lot of it came with him, stuck to his body, and with no clean water within reach to wash it off with. Furthermore, it wasn't the kind of mud he was used to, the usual clumpy admixture of water and earth. This cave mud had no lumps in it at all, it was as smooth and consistent as a bowl of rich man's porridge, only black instead of white. And, like the pool water, it smelt of sulphur but not strongly enough to be an irritant. Yet, with his bare buttocks trying to find somewhere comfortable on the stone ledge, and almost all of the rest of his body plastered with the gooey mud, Hal was having trouble in believing that this place was at all healthy -- except perhaps for a boy who needed a totally secure tupping place.
And even that idea dwindled as rapidly as the overhead light when Ymir suddenly spun around and scampered back up the tunnel roof in a rustle of legs, leaving the pool and the surrounding walls in the dark. Dark! What was left behind wasn't any kind of normal darkness, it was as black as the bottom of a filled grave, a suffocating blackness so complete it filled Hal's eyes, his ears, even his mouth as he bellowed out in shock.
"What the fuck! Come back here, Ymir, you little bastard!"
Nothing, no answer, no response, only the memory of a last quenched out flicker of light as the beetle shot around a far bend of the tunnel like a hunted hare dodging a close running hound.
"Oh shit! Oh, Fria!" Hal wailed.
It had never crossed his mind that Ymir would leave him down here in the bottom of the Devil's Arsehole. But within a quarter of the time it took for a snowflake to melt in a fire it occurred to him that the witch had found an excellent way of ridding herself of an unwanted Master. And he'd been the fool who had made it so easy for her. A mouse who had walked up to a cat and bitten its nose would have been smarter than Hal had been.
"Oh, fuck!"
Oh, fuck indeed.
Here was a tale indeed to take to the halls of the dead. Hal imagined himself standing on a high stage, looking out over an audience of faces extending to the very edge of infinity, the face of every person who had ever lived and died, and having to explain to them the details of his own demise.
'Well, there was this witch who had to do everything I told her to. And she wanted me to fuck a whole lot of the best looking women in a castle to cast some spells, and we were going to do it inside a magician's tower where their menfolk wouldn't dare enter. But I had a better plan, and it worked out so well I ended up dying of starvation in the bottom of a cave without even being able to see a single ray of light, let alone a woman.'
Odin himself would fall off his throne laughing at such a tale -- nobody had ever been such an idiot before, not even Hagar the Hungless, who'd drunk so much ale one night he'd gone to sleep in the pig pen and woke up at daybreak to find himself lying in a pool of bloody ice. Aye, and with his cock at the other end of the pen being chewed between the teeth of his biggest sow. But on a measure of stupidity Hagar's mishap didn't even weigh in as a grain of wheat compared to the orders that Hal had given out. From now on, whenever the name of Merlin was mentioned amongst wizards and warlocks they would all piss themselves laughing at the memory of the stupidest apprentice ever to don a magician's gown. There was no way, no way at all that things could be worse than they were.
And just as he thought so, Hal's cock hardened, stiffened and reared up like a knight's lance being raised aloft at a joust.
"Fria, please, no. Not that, not now."
Hal's fingers tore open the top of his bag and felt inside. They found the vial, but not the cork which should have been stoppering the end of it. Somehow it had come loose as he'd been fighting his way across the pool and all the dragon sweat had leaked out. Leaked out into the sheepskin wrapping, through the sheepskin and the bag and into the pool. Where his body had touched it as he'd floundered through the water. Which was why he was now entering a state of raging arousal with no means of satisfying it except the one means at hand -- his own hand. A relief he would have to use over and over again every time he attempted to cross the pool.
So now he couldn't even die peacefully of starvation. He couldn't even talk in the afterlife of being tricked into death by a witch. No, what Hal was going to have to confess to the assembled multitudes in eternity that he was the first male ever to masturbate himself off the mortal coil. The first case ever of a boy who beat himself to death with his own club. He, Duke Merlin, Hal O'The Shitbuckets, was going to be entered into Heaven's Roll as the biggest wanker of all time. In a Valhalla full of heroes who had fallen on their own swords, he was going to be renowned as the numb nut who committed suicide by falling on his own prick. Great!
Hal stared into the complete curtain of surrounding blackness, sighed, and spoke to himself: "Well, if I do go blind, at least it won't matter now."
But what he was really pissed off about was that he hadn't given Mary Gorlas a good seeing to when he'd had the chance. Oh Odin, the sight of her huge tits falling out of her torn dress and the feel of them in his hands. If only he'd known he was going to die next day he'd have had her there and then*** Hal's fingers worked against his tightly drawn shaft as he dreamed about what might have been. If only he could be there in the hall again, he'd sit down on the King's own high chair with Mary impaled on his lap, shaking her fat bum at all the assembled aristocrats and her gigantic teats bouncing in his face...
Or if he'd known how to work that levitation spell properly, like Morgana could, he'd have arranged Mary floating at waist height, face down and hanging onto the edge of the table as he took her from behind with her udders swinging around underneath every which way... Oh Gods! What a chance he'd missed!
Somewhere in the back of Hal's mind a voice spoke, small but clear. Hadn't Morgana said something about him being responsible for lifting Mary off the floor? That somehow he'd been able to expand and use the levitation spell that Morgana had created? And hadn't she insisted that he had the makings of being a great magician -- could there be any truth at all in that? Or had she just been totally bullshitting him?
And what about all her words about sex and magic being connected? Certainly, he was in no position to do any fucking right now but if just thinking about sex was any help the dragon sweat certainly had him in the right frame of mind. Was there any chance of maybe using magic to help himself in this situation. And, if there was, what did he want?
That was easy, what he really wanted a female to fuck. But creating a girl out of thin air was probably not the sort of thing he should try for his first attempt at magic. Even if he could do it, you wouldn't want to stick your cock into the first result, not in the dark without any idea of what you'd actually made. Even Hagar the Hungless's sow might be a sexy good looker in comparison.
No, light of some kind. That was what he most needed, here and now. Wasn't what that one of the things the Christian monks used to read from their book? Yes, that was it, that was one of their sayings, *'let there be light'. And their god was called Jesus Christ, so maybe Hal should pray to him as he tried to make light.
But how to do that? Especially as he couldn't stop wanking himself off and his mind was full of pictures of a gasping, shrieking Mary Gorlas.
All right, he was tupping Mary, and she was on her back on the dining hall in the great hall and a brilliantly strong light was shining down into the hall -- the roof had disappeared, a summer sun was directly overhead, not a cloud in the sky, the sun was getting bigger, getting closer, the rays were pouring down, filling the room with a light that was so bright, brighter than anybody had ever seen, as bright as the rainbow bridge that led to the home of the Gods...
There was a kind of a popping noise and a big fat spark shot out from the slit of Hal's straining prick, hit the tunnel roof, bounced off it, hit the cavern wall, shot away like a falling star, hit the opposite wall, flew off again at a crazy angle, slammed down into the pool and disappeared in a puff of steam.
"Jesus Christ!" Hal gasped. The shock had been so complete that for that second he'd even forgotten about Mary Gorlas's body.
He realized immediately that it was a turning point in his life. For the first time ever, Hal had totally impressed himself by his own abilities. After all, there he was, only an ordinary shit pot cleaner, and it turned out that all the time he'd had some kind of a raging thunderstorm swinging around between his legs.
What about those nights at the tavern when Karl the Head House Carl had filled himself up with ale and proved it by bending over in front of a candle and letting loose a fart which burst into a jet of flame? Hadn't he impressed the shit out of everybody? By Odin, the next time he tried it Hal would laugh, pull out his cock and jerk off a shower of sparks to go flying around the taproom. That would leave high and mighty Karl with his breeks and his jaw hanging down.
Fucking right, Hal might only be a poor surf but what was being poor when you had more lightning in your donger than Thor had in his hammer? If that wasn't a trick that got you invited to parties, what would? And wait until he showed Josephine, she'd go white and orange spots with laughing at a human coming it the flame throwing dragon!
But, impressive as it was, a single spark wasn't going to get him out of the Devil's Arsehole. He needed something different. So what by Fria's skirts could he do now to create a sustained light. Think of a girl, think of fucking her, think of light. But maybe a different girl -- or girls. Maybe two cunts were better than one... the riding net, with Chelinde and Caelia.
Which one had he had first -- Caelia, that was right, jammed in between him and the dragon's belly, with Chelinde scratching his balls as he rammed her sister. Oh, Fria, it had been so good, as good as being a god himself. The sky, the sun, the suns, all around the dragon, all beaming so brightly as he fucked Caelia, all lighting up every strand of her hair, every freckle, reflecting back from her eyes***
A pearl of glittering light popped out of his cock this time, an tiny incandescent pearl which floated upwards as lightly and erratically as a butterfly. But as small as it was, it lit up the mud ring and the nearer part of the pool water. Overhead, the blackness became speckled again from the minerals reflecting in the rising light.
"That must be what they call ball lightning," Hal giggled, as near his wit's ends as any village idiot. And then the drifting bead of light winked out like a closing eye.
"Oh, shit!"
This was no good. He needed something which would glow like a candle long enough to crawl out of this stinking cave -- and if ever he did, he'd be into Josephine's riding nets and away over the mountains quicker than a fiddler's elbow playing at a wedding. But not until he'd fucked Dairy Mary Gorlas first. Hal seized his cock even more firmly and then found himself distracted even from the pressing need for self release by something impossible. For he could hear voices singing -- female voices!
By the Gods, the Valkyries themselves were coming to bear him up to Valhalla and singing a chorus of heavenly music as they arrived.
"We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in a mine the whole day through To dig dig dig dig dig dig dig is what we like to do."
Huh! This was the sort of song the Gods sang?
No, of course not. There was one dominating voice pitched pure and clear above the others and Hal was certain it was Morgana's. She was leading the women into the cave and encouraging them to sing to keep up their spirits. But where she'd learnt the song, the Gods alone knew -- certainly Hal had never heard anything like it sung in these parts. But it had a nice tune to it. And Hal had spent enough time working around high born females' apartments to know that many of them, surprisingly, had a rather wry sense of humor. Probably a necessary survival trait because even the worst of the aristocratic dames and damsels didn't seem to deserve the sort of so called noblemen they had to live with.
Whatever, the approaching voices were singing along with Morgana as lustily as the crowd following the ale cart back from the fields on the last day of harvest gathering.
"It ain't no trick To get mud quick If you dig dig dig With a shovel or a pick In a mine (In a mine) In a mine (In a mine). Where a million diamonds Shine."
Light was suddenly flooding the far bend of the cave and figures came around it. Female figures, each carrying a yoke pole with wooden buckets hanging from them. Each pole was also carrying something else as well, halfway between each bucket rope and the shoulder yoke, and that something was a glass lantern with a burning candle inside it. For fuck's sake, all the effort he'd put into getting Morgana to give him some magical means of lighting the cave and he'd never even thought to just ask for a couple of top quality lanterns.
And what would Morgana do to him when she discovered he'd already spilt the entire vial of dragon sweat? Even Hal's raging lust couldn't entirely douse his fear about the answer to that question. Morgana was likely to leave him underground and bound like Loki the fallen god, with serpent's poison dripping into his face forever more.
And then Hal forget everything else as he saw how clear was each curved silhouette between each pair of lanterns -- silhouettes with nothing on to protect their naked charms from his gloating eyes. By the Gods, the witch must have warned the gentlewomen against spoiling their fine clothes in the mud and told them to them to strip off at the cave entrance. And they'd done it!
"Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho It's off to work we go."
Overhead, the colored stones above the pool began glittering again in the approaching lights. There were so many women, so many lanterns, the cave was filling up with light. And there, leading them, as completely naked as her companions, was Morgana. But as desirable as her body usually was, there was something disconcerting about it this time. Perhaps because of the tiny bubble of pure light which hung above her head and stayed in that position, moving as she did. Even in his dragon sweat induced passion Hal wondered if the witch had created the light in any way akin to his own unexpected experiments.
"We dig up mudpies By the score A thousand shovel fulls, Sometimes more We don't know what we dig them for We dig dig..."
The voices trailed as Morgana stopped leading the song. The witch had halted at the barrier of rock holding back the pool.
"Take the buckets off the yokes, ladies. Just reach out and take the handles in your hands. And don't hesitate, no matter what happens around you."
The woman standing behind Morgana was a sulky faced young wife called Sirit Plunketburg. Her dark hair was piled high on top of her head and hung down her back like a horse's tail, her tits were as perky and pointed as brass candle snuffers, the black bush between her legs matched her hair coloring and every hair was damp curled from the pools she'd already waded through. But the most arousing thing about Mistress Plunketburg was the way she screeched in alarm as she lifted the buckets off her yoke and the ropes which had been supporting them wrapped themselves around her wrists. Around and around, in a tangled mass, as if each rope was trying to strangle itself , the buckets falling discarded to the cave floor, then lying there. And when the bucket ropes finally finished moving as well, both of Sirit's wrists were securely tied up against the ends of the yoke pole still resting on her shoulders.
In which matter, she had been served out exactly as all her companions had been. The whole row of them were now lashed to their shoulder poles -- in fact, they were all yoked like oxen to their yokes.
"Grrrr... " Hal's eyes were bulging almost as much as his cock at the sight and sound of the women calling out for explanations. Morgana's response was a snarl of anger.
"Be quiet, you bitches. You'll find out what's happening bye and bye."
She pointed to Plunketburg. "Step forward to these rocks, climb up them and into the pool. Don't worry about your weight, just grab the ends of your yoke and it will help lift you up."
By all the Gods, but the witch was right. Indeed, it was much as Hal had already seen before, when Morgana had used her broken broomstick to keep from drowning in the moat. Now the pole across Sirit's shoulders seemed possessed of the same uplifting power, for as she held onto the wooden ends the woman seemed able to step up over the pile of rocks as if they scarcely more obstacle than a stairway.
Hal noted with great joy that the sneering expression on the young wife's face had turned to one of astonishment and fear. But not as astonished and afraid as she was going to be within seconds. And she had no idea of all how much pleasure a certain hidden watcher gained from watching Sirit being forced down by Morgana's remorseless hands pressing on the wife's shoulder pole, which suddenly seemed to have become as heavy as lead instead of lighter than air.
"Bend forward, your face in the mud and your knees on either side of the stream."
Mistress Plunketburg had no choice but to comply. She sprawled forward, one cheek resting on the mire as she struggled to keep her nose and mouth clear, the thin trickle of water which ran over the rocky barrier directly beneath her body, her knees deep in the mud on either side of the tiny stream.
Hal's lungs felt as if they'd stopped breathing and would never start again as Morgana also knelt down, onto one knee, directly behind Sirit Plunketburg. The witch dabbled her fingers in the clear water of the stream. Then lifted them up into the light of the lanterns still burning on the yoke.
"By the power invested in me by the Great Ones, I Morgana le Faye, declare you a sister in this coven assembled under the auspices of Actaeon, the horned one."
Morgana's damp fingers were up between Sirit's opened thighs, stroking the lips of the noble born female's sex as she cast her spell. There was a faint spurt of mud from underneath Mistress Plunketburg's fallen tresses as the woman made an involuntary shout out of her half buried mouth.
"Until this coven dissolves, your duty as a sister is to think only of men, of being pleasured by them and of pleasuring them in any way they desire. You will think of nothing else, you will care for nothing else. Walk into the pool and wait."
Hal felt like screeching himself as he fought like a demon to take his hand off his cock until there should be female flesh ready to appease it. But never in his life had he needed to struggle so hard, especially when Sirit was more or less lifted up by her yoke pole and then waded out into the water until she was up to her waist in it, her eyes shining wide in the lamps hanging from the pole she was carrying. Whether by the power of Morgana's incantations or by that of the dragon sweat spilt in the pool, some kind of a strong mood had certainly been aroused in Sirit's breast. In fact, in both her breasts, if the state of her nipples were anything to judge by.
Probably it was fear of Morgana's likely reaction to anything which would spoil the ceremony which enabled Hal to take his fingers away from his shaft. Fear, and the fact that his body was no longer wet from the pool water. And, perhaps above all, that he had to sense to close his eyes as the rest of the women were each dealt with in the same way by Morgana, as briskly and impersonally as a shepherd dosing a flock of sheep. Time after time it happened, usually accompanied by feminine cries of outrage, and Hal knew he could not have watched even one more woman being inducted into the coven without sending a jet of spunk shooting through the damp air.
Instead, he tried to find something else to think about and lit on the inspired choice of the question of who was going to have to empty out the castle shit pots now that the previous pot emptier had been elevated to the rank of a resident magician. And since he was that magician Hal could select anybody he liked to haul the turd receptacles around, even one of the high class sons and squires who had made his own life such a misery when he was the resident shit boy. The only problem was in deciding which of the young arseholes most merited the humiliation, and it was such an almost impossible yet pleasing puzzle to solve that it nearly took Hal's mind off the squeals and cries coming from the other side of the pool.
But no mortal male could hope to avert his eyes from such scenes for long. And when Hal looked again the array of lanterns stretched across the far side of the pool revealed a scene stranger than his eyes could readily accept. A mass of naked women, standing waist deep in the black depths of the pool, all with their bodies streaked with mud and with their mouths hanging open as they bellowed like cows with full udders waiting to be milked: an idea compounded by the sight of a rank, no by the Gods, two ranks of quivering tits. Small ones, pointy ones, just right for a handful ones, tits that hung down like overfilled saddlebags, tits high borne and perky, big tits and a pair of monster sized tits with Mary Gorlas standing behind them.
And just like the other women, her eyes were wide open, and she was wailing in despair, tugging in vain at the ropes at her wrist. Actions which were perfectly understandable to Hal, knowing what mind tearing frustration the females must be suffering because they couldn't use their fingers to relieve the all enveloping lust whipped up by the dragon sweat in the pool. If the witch's intention was to raise as much excitement and frustrated desire in the coven as possible, she was certainly going the right way about it.
Come to think of it, where was Morgana? And, as an aside, since the only light inside the cave was coming from the lamps the women had brought in, where was Ymir? There was no sign of the shining beetle now, so where...
Hal heard a strange chittering sound, echoed by another bouncing off the cave walls, as if animals were calling to each other by gnashing small sets of teeth. Two otters appeared on top of the fallen rocks, both pure white, and both far bigger than any otters Hal had ever seen before. They slithered down the rocks and across the mud without a speck of it marring their pristine furs, then vanished into the dark water. There was no doubt at all the creatures were Morgana and Ymir in yet other transformations.
For about a second Hal was completely puzzled, before he remembered what Ymir had done to Morgana in Josephine's drinking trough. Could it be...
Maid Kendra Hundt, seventeen or so, betrothed to a knight from Lyonesse, wide open blue eyes, a mass of blonde curls on her head, and suddenly shrieking as if the pool water around her body had somehow come to the boil. Arms dipping madly from side to side, head thrown back, her body shuddering so violently that Kendra's neat little plumpers were slapping against each other like applauding hands.
Hal might have been the first to realize what was happening, because he'd seen it done before, but the white backs of the otters broke the surface often enough for the other women to quickly realize that the otters were positioned in front and behind Kendra. And if at first they believed the animals were attacking the girl, they soon realized from her rising cries of ecstasy that she was being tongued, not bitten. Tongued very expertly in the warm water from both directions. Being tongued and lifted to a state of passion Maid Kendra's Lyonesse lover had never come with a giant's step of achieving for her.
As the watchers' understanding of the situation developed a chorus of feminine excitement and wails of envy echoed over the pool. Two of the oldest, Rowena Aelfgar and Felice Oxhead, stepped back onto the mud bank. Hal watched in a state of near disbelief as fat Felice dropped on her back and spread her legs wide. Tall, slender Rowena knelt down, bent forward from her waist, took her weight on her elbows and forearms and crawled awkwardly over the prostrate body of Mistress Oxhead. Within seconds Mistress Aelfgar's bottom was twitching frantically as Felice licked her cunt and Rowena returned the favor between Felice's thick thighs.
"Odin!"
Hal couldn't, just couldn't stop himself from putting his fingers on his prick. His fingertips at least. Because as soon as they touched the hot flesh sparks flew up and down the entire length from balls to head.
"Bloody hell... " His fingers were tingling as if he'd caught a hard flung stone in them. "What the fuck?"
On the other side of the pool the otters had emerged to nip at Felice and Rowena's toes, biting hard enough to draw blood and to force the women to stand up and apart again. Both of them wailed with frustration like starving wolves.
Another pearl of light sprang out from the tip of Hal's shaft. Bigger and even more brilliant than the first one. But this time it didn't rise. It hung over the top of his cock in exactly the same way as the light above Morgana's head stayed in the same place. Hal stared at his most intimate piece of anatomy in total bewilderment, wondering whether he still had any control over it at all. Then he lifted up his eyes in response to a squeal which somehow sounded familiar.
Morgana and Ymir were both nuzzled up to Mary Gorlas, behind and in front, and both licking her where the sensation was most felt. Mary was jumping around as if she was a puppet with a dozen lunatics all pulling on her strings at once. As for her outsized udders, it seemed impossible that so much flesh could swing around so much without something tearing loose. What the girl desperately needed was a pair of steadying hands.
It was an idea which had an impact on Hal's mind like poking an hedgehog with a stick. His thoughts seemed to curl up into a tiny ball and the brilliant bead hovering above his lap spread out into a bright white hollow ring which completely encircled the head of his cock.
"Fur Fria's sake..." Hal mumbled, again completely astonished at what was happening, let alone what was causing it
The boy was suddenly aware of how the grunting and cries inside the smelly interior of the Devil's Arsehole had died away. It was like the audience of a mummer's play suddenly becoming lost in a dreamworld as the gaudily dressed actors stepped out onto the stage. Only this time the audience was all looking at him. Twelve women and two otters. All staring at the straining cock with the halo of shining light around it which had suddenly appeared in the dark shadows on the other side of the pool. And the first thing Hal noted about this audience was that the eyes of the women staring at his prick were much beadier and more animal like than those belonging to the otters.
"Huh... hello, ladies. Huh... this week hasn't turned out at all like I expected it too. Have you noticed that as well?"
THE END* | Dragon Sweat: Scroll 5 | [
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*Warning This fantasy story series contains or will contain elements of Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Female Domination, Cuckolding, Interracial Sex, Bi-sexual Innuendo and Tendencies, Teasing, and BDSM Activities. If any of these topics are offensive you to, I recommend not reading.*
A few nights ago, I had experienced a handful of things for the first time. My balls were drained of their contents without having an orgasm, I licked my own cum from a tray and swallowed the entire load, and to top it all off, I had a butt plug shoved roughly inside my abused anus and had to endure its invasion for a few hours before being allowed to remove it.
When we arrived home that night, we were both exhausted from the excitement of the evening. Barely a word exchanged but we spent twenty minutes while laying in bed holding each other close and passionately kissing one another. Our world was at peace. My wife was happy with our arrangement, as was I, even though tasting my own sperm threw me for a loop, and I felt loved without the need for physical ties. I felt love in everything my beautiful wife did.
Neither of us introduced the topic of what occurred the other night for a few days. I didn't want her to feel like I was prying for information on what occurred while I was blindfolded and Angie wasn't sure that I was Ok with all that transpired. Madam Sara obviously took it further that Angie thought she would. Finally sitting on couch watching TV, both of us naked to the bone, she cuddled close to me and braved the subject that had been tearing her up inside.
"Baby," my wife said to me with glossy eyes, "I owe you an apology for the other night. I had no idea that Sara would take things that far. I knew she was a very dominate woman from my conversations with her, I just didn't realize she would treat you like her own, especially making you lick up your own cum and eat all of it. I just stood there, dazed and petrified, as she told you to do it, but something came over me. I got so turned on at the thought of you doing it that something inside me took over and to make matters worse, I punished you severely for not doing it. I am very sorry baby."
"You do not have to be sorry Angie," I said as I wiped a tear from her cheek. "I realized that the night would become all too real for me as soon as you told me that Sara would be teaching you. When you told me to be respectful, I resigned myself to becoming as submissive as I could possibly be. I should have been prepared. Some of the stories I read ended with the man consuming his own cum, I just didn't think I would be forced to do it. You do not have to be sorry for anything. You wanted me to do something and I should have done it immediately. If I had known this was burning a hole in you I would have reassured you sooner that I was alright with everything that happened."
"So it is alright with you that you had to swallow your own load?" my wife asked beginning to perk up.
"Yes Mistress," I told her seriously, "I may not have enjoyed it but I should not have hesitated to follow your command. Does this mean that you are going to take away the punishment?"
"Oh no," she said her eyes narrowing, "When I issue punishment it stays. Two months extra is tacked onto your chastity period. It might even be good for you. I thank you for being so wonderful. You always put me at ease even if something I did made you suffer."
She gave me a tight, loving hug, her breasts mashed between our bodies and kissed me like we were making out in the back seat after the high school prom.
"I am glad you were alright with everything that happened," Angie said to me, her hand squeezing my balls gently, "because we are going to continue doing them. You will clean up after yourself anytime I allow your cummies to leave those swollen testicles and you will thank me for being allowed to do so. It makes me so hot to think about you licking up your own mess. I remember how many times you begged me to let you cum in my mouth and swallow. I never allowed you to and now it is me who wants you to swallow and you actually do it," My wife said laughing heartily.
Life as normal, at least normal for us, continued over the next two months. At least once a week we would make a trip to Madam Sara's store so I could pick out new lingerie and sexy outfits for her to wear. Madam Sara would always close the store to allow me to shop in the nude as Angie joined her in the comfortable seating, chatting about life and exchanging secrets, I presumed. The nurse's outfit was the first one I bought for her and became her official milking outfit. Whenever the sexy white leather was stretched over her gorgeous body, I knew that I would be getting drained that night. I came to look forward to seeing her dressed as my sperm removal specialist. We also purchased a multitude of restraints for my Mistress to use on me at anytime, but mainly for tying me down to the milking bench that I made with my own hands, using the one in Madam Sara's dungeon as a model.
I sometimes wondered if I should pick her sexy outfits a bit more carefully as she continued to dress more provocatively when she left the house. Her skirts steadily grew shorter, and her blouses tighter and more sheer. I feared that her attire would offend someone at her workplace, but the truth of it was that I made more than enough money to support us with my job, and if she ended up being fired, it wouldn't hurt us financially. I caught the neighbors staring and practically drooling as she walked down the entry, swaying her ass rhythmically as she made her way to the car. How many of them were trying to steal peaks through my windows at night? Well if they do, they will be in for a rude surprise when they see me walk past.
Angie looked forward to my milking sessions as well. One night after she had spent an hour working my prostate with her fingers and the wand, coaxing so much jizz out of me that I didn't think I could consume it all, she left me tied to the bench and inserted a large butt plug before pacing the room and telling me how she felt.
"You have no idea how powerful it makes me feel to drain your balls this way," she said as she pulled off the rubber gloves. "You, my loving husband are restrained before me, unable to protect yourself, your ass pointed up in the air at me, and you poor denied cock swaying below you unguarded. Perhaps I should take Madam Sara's advice and see how you deal with a little bit of cock and ball torture. If I chose to do so, there isn't a damn thing you could do about it in your current state," she said slapping my balls lightly causing me to jump.
"But you have been so good and made very few mistakes that I find it difficult to punish you for them," she digressed. "Just keep in mind that I will not hesitate to get a few extra pointers from her if you start slacking off. I highly recommend you endeavor to start licking up your cum faster. I know your tongue is talented enough to do it, but you continue to hesitate in taking the first taste every time I drain you. I love watching you eat your own spunk from a tray like a dog and your hesitation disappoints me. If you don't improve I will buy a ball vise and a parachute and then we will see how quickly you learn."
"Please forgive me Mistress," I pleaded. "I am trying to do it quickly. I have to overcome a notion in my head that tells me it is wrong. I will try harder and I understand that if you feel I need to be punished, you will do so for my own good."
She smiled at me and she tenderly cleaned my cock before securing the cage on my cock and releasing my bonds, but leaving the plug inside me for the remainder of the night.
As the weeks flew by, I continued to pleasure her glorious pussy at the drop of the dime, mostly with my mouth and fingers, but every so often, she would make me get Leroy and give her a nice deep fucking. Not a night went by in which she was left unsatisfied and I was devoted to continue that record. She always rewarded me with tender kisses and caressing my body as we cuddled together.
About three months since my last orgasm, I came home from a relatively good day at work. I had secured a few important contracts, at a slight cost to myself, and my boss was extremely happy with my performance. She actually mentioned that she wished the company had more dedicated employees like myself. I had to laugh to myself. If there were more like me, there would be entirely too much stored up testosterone confined in the office.
I entered my house and removed my clothing before I noticed Angie coming down the stairs. I don't know how she does it, but she always finds a way to make my confined dick aspire to achieve an erection. She was dressed in a leather fetish outfit consisting of an open bra with crossed chrome chains across her breasts that did nothing to offer any support to her perky tits, coupled with a pair of panties outlined in leather, the patch covering her pussy was transparent plastic, slightly fogged from the moisture between her legs. Encasing her toned legs was a set of patent leather boots that laced all the way up her smooth, pale thighs and had six-inch chrome heels that sharpened into a spike at the end. A tight choker strung the entire width of her neck finished out the outfit.
"Get down on your hands and knees and follow me up the stairs slave," she commanded me in a cold voice.
I dropped on all fours and crawled across the hardwood floor like an animal and up the stairs, looking up and seeing her beautiful ass sway up the stairs before me. I followed her into the bedroom and immediately noticed all the restraints out and ready. I really want to be a fly on the wall to find out what Madam Sara is teaching her. She gestured to the bed and I crawled onto it, laying on my back perfectly still.
She began to attach cuffs to my wrists and ankles, along with thigh cuffs, a belt around my waist, and a heavy collar. She proceeded to attach lengths of rope to each cuff and points along the bed. When she was done, my arms were stretched above my head, my legs spread wide, and my neck and waist pulled tightly close to the bed. There was very little play in the ropes and I was at her mercy.
"We are going to try something different tonight," she whispered, leaning close to my ear. "Do you know what edging is?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied, my breathing heavy, "It is when you constantly bring me very close to orgasm but do not actually allow me to have one. You keep doing it over and over."
"That is correct my little slave hubby," she exclaimed, excitement showing in her hazel eyes. "Tonight I am going to bring you to the edge until I have you skating the line of insanity. If you didn't force me to punish you, tonight would have been a release day for you. Instead, you will go to bed frustrated beyond belief and have two and a half more months of captivity to look forward to."
"I am warning you," she said sternly, no trace of a smile on her face, "you better not spurt your cummies on me. If you do not control yourself, I will put the cage back on immediately and you will endure one year without so much as skin on skin contact the entire time. In addition, I will send you to Madam Sara for a weekend and tell her to really let you have it. I have no doubt she will take you places that I, physically, never could. You may tell me when you are getting close if I fail to recognize the signs."
"I understand Mistress," I replied respectfully, "I will not allow myself to have a pleasurable orgasm because you do not wish me to have one."
She wasted no more time on talk and unlocked my cage, removing it roughly before grabbing my balls and squeezing very tightly, causing me to lose my breath, a stifled scream escaping my lips. She lubed up her hand and began stroking my rapidly hardening cock slowly and tightly.
My god it felt so good to get some attention after three months of captivity and denial. Even though I knew this was going to lead to more frustration, and quite possibly a bad case of blue balls, I was going to enjoy every measured stroke.
She continued to slowly pump my dick, pausing every now and then to rub the sensitive head and tug on my balls and scrotum. She would twist her hand and drag her nails along the underside of my flesh. She varied speed and pressure, sometimes using both hands, covering my entire length, to jerk me off. After ten minutes of her loving attention, I felt my balls begin to tense up and my breathing became shallow. Just one microsecond from the point where I would have to speak up, she stopped and let my lightly throbbing member fall against my stomach. She threw a bag of Ice and water on my cock before leaving the room.
I lay there as the freezing bag worked its magic on bringing my erection under control and causing my balls to relax. After five minutes, I was twisting in my bonds, desperate to throw the baggie of my shrunken dick but my bonds were so tight that the very little movement I was able to achieve did nothing to rid myself of the cold sensation. Relenting, I aspired to turn my thoughts to anything else to distract from the discomfort, but it accomplished nothing.
After about fifteen minutes, my scantily clad Mistress returned to the room and removed the bag from my groin. The cool air of the room felt like an oven around my cock. She started to blow on my genitals and the shrunken appendage began to respond immediately.
"Well, that was the first of the night. Let's see how quickly I can take you to the brink with a nice sloppy blowjob," she said seductively as she started the lick the length of my now engorges penis.
She took all five-inches into her mouth and sucked me like a professional, stopping occasionally to swirl her tongue over the sensitive head of my dick, driving me wild. After three minutes, I had a pool of her saliva laying at the base of my cock where my pubic hair used to reside. I felt my balls begin to tense but she continued to engulf my throbbing cock with her warm mouth. I tensed my muscles tighter than I ever had to stop the cum from starting its travel up my cock.
"Please stop!" I cried out. "I can't hold back much longer."
She spit out my dick, slapped my balls hard, and threw the baggie of ice water on my cock again before blowing me a kiss and leaving the room. It took five minutes before I was able to bring my breathing under control. My abdominal muscles hurt from being flexed so tightly and my privates once again endured the chilling sensation. It was at least twenty minutes before she returned again.
"This baggie of ice water really does the trick," she said after removing the bag." I can't believe how much your cock shrinks, I mean, it's nothing but a stub sticking out after I remove the bag. You wouldn't be able to fuck a mouse with it."
My cock started to harden in response to her talking about how small my dick was. I won't say that humiliation is a huge turn on for me, but the part of cuckolding where the wife compares the large size of her lover's cock to her husband's small penis does get me worked up.
She lubed up her hand again and began stroke my hardening cock again, doing it extremely slowly, each pump lasting ten seconds or more before pausing for about thirty seconds and continuing. She took this time to talk to me.
"I bet this feels really good baby, doesn't it?" she asked me.
"Yes Mistress, it feels absolutely wonderful even though I know it won't result in an orgasm for me," I replied truthfully.
"Well it could result in an orgasm for you," she said looking at me with a devilish grin. "You can spray your load if you want to, only there are consequences for doing so. You have been denied for three months. You can cum today but then you will have to go four times as long and, of course, deal with whatever Sara would do to you."
My mind was quickly turning to mush. She was trying to tease me to cum so she could punish me. My brain kicked the idea back and forth like a devil and angel sitting on each shoulder. I had to resist the temptation to shoot my load. Just two and a half months to go until release.
"No Mistress," I told her with a determined voice, "I do not want to fail the task of going five and a half months without an orgasm that you asked me to complete. Even though it feels so good, and I know my balls will begin to ache soon, I have to hold myself back for you."
She straddled my hips and pulled her transparent panties to the side. She began to rub my sensitive head against her slick pussy lips, just a fraction of an inch from entering her pleasure hole.
"Here is your last chance baby. Just say the word and I will sink myself down on your cock and ride you until you spray me down. What if I wanted you to cum tonight just so I could make you endure zero orgasms for an entire year? Would you change your mind then?" she asked me deviously.
"If you wanted me to cum tonight," I began, "there is little I can do about it. You will prevail no matter what I decided. However, I humbly request that you allow me to complete five and a half months before I can cum. If you wish for me to go one year, you can make my next period of frustrating denial as such. I personally think one year is too long and will not be as much a turn on for me, but what I think does not matter. The only thing that matters is your desires."
She dismounted me and continued to slowly masturbate me as she looked into my eyes, evaluating my last comment. Her other hand started to gently squeeze and massage my ball sack, the pressure once again building in my nuts. She stopped stroking and threw my cock to the side moments before I reached climax, utilizing the freezing cold bag to bring me under control.
"Congratulations hubby, you passed the test," she commended me before leaving me and my shrinking erection to ourselves. My balls now began to ache as if someone was constantly squeezing them. I knew right away that this was the beginning of blue balls.
Twenty minutes later, she returned to the bedroom. She removed the ice, now mostly melted, and lubed up her hand. As my cock began to grow again she started to jerk my cock furiously, so fast that only thirty seconds passed before my sore balls began to throb again.
"Stop! Please don't make me cum! Please stop Mistress!" I begged and pleaded.
"If that is truly what you wish," she said letting my throbbing cock fall unfulfilled to my stomach. "Just remember this. You asked me, nay begged me, not to make you cum hubby."
She stormed out of the room without using the baggie and turned off the light, leaving me lay in darkness, the slightest movement making my balls feel like they were being punched. I was now blue balled and was thankful to be left alone, as time was the only thing to cure the pain.
About an hour later she finally returned to the bedroom carrying a small canvas bag with a string tie at the top. When she shook the bag it sounded like small rocks clicking together.
"How do your frustrated balls feel honey," she asked me in a child like voice.
"My balls are causing me pain Mistress," I replied honestly. "The slightest movement feels like they are being squeezed in a vice or being punched by a boxing glove. You have officially given me blue balls."
"Good," she said shortly, "I hoped you would learn what it feels like to have your balls so full of pent up sperm that even air can hit you like a cannon. What I have in my hand is a bag full of marbles. When you came in the house today you left your clothes in a pile near the door and now your swollen nuts will pay the price."
"Oh shit," I thought. What she was saying was true, I had finally slipped up on something.
She slipped the canvas bag over my ball sack and pulled the strings tight, yanking them in opposite directions and trapping my abused testicles within the bag. Tying the strings alone had me in agony, but as she began to move the marbles around in the palm of her hand, I learned what agony was. I screamed out and strained against my restraints as I experienced what it would feel like to have ten sets of fingers squeezing each testicle at once. She giggled as she worked the marbles around each tender testicle. "Struggle all you want hubby," she told me harshly. "You will endure this for as long as I deem necessary. You will learn not to make mistakes or I will help you learn. If I need to get really rough, I will take you to see Madam Sara. You have no idea of the wild things she tells she has done to men."
After ten minutes, I could not stand anymore and was at my breaking point. I was about to tell her I wanted to end our chastity agreement when she suddenly stopped and removed the bag. I wheezed as I tried to draw in breath, my stomach a series of tangled knots, and a severe urge to vomit that I quickly brought under control. With the painful stimulation dissipated, did I still want to end our agreement? The answer was no. I wanted to continue being chaste but I was sure that I would endeavor to make no more mistakes.
"Lesson learned!" she scolded me before giving me a deep kiss and leaving me in a dark room again.
It took two hours before my balls felt normal again, perhaps a bit swollen, but without the pain. Shortly after Angie locked my cock back up in the cage and released me, kissing each reddened piece of flesh where I was restrained. She rolled me over on my stomach and began to lovingly massage my back. I was sure that Madam Sara had put her up to this and she was feeling a bit sorry about doing it. I loved her so much that I would not allow this to bother her, even though what she did to me really hu | How I Became a Chastized Cuckold Ch. 05 | [
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rt like hell.
"I am sorry for leaving my clothes on the floor," I began sincerely, "and I am sorry for making you punish me. I understand that you had to do it and I promise I will try to ensure that you don't have to do it again."
"Thank you," she said perking up immediately, "I am so happy that understand why I did it. I know it was intense. How much more do you think you could have taken?"
"A split second" I told her, "merely a heartbeat."
I rolled over and she melted into my arms as we made out like newlyweds before drifting off to sleep.
About a month and a half later, I was working on the computer in my office when Angie walked in wearing her naughty nurse's outfit. My fingers stopped pecking away at the keyboard as my mind went blank. Seems like a good night to have my balls drained. My sexy wife gave me the 'come here finger' and walked towards the bedroom with me in tow. When I entered the bedroom I was shocked to see Kelley sitting in the chair next to the bed, dressed only in a hot pink thong, her huge globes hanging freely and her nipples quickly hardening.
Angie had me assume the position on the milking table as they both began to attach cuffs and tie me down. As usual, my wife did a good job at limiting my mobility and Kelley, with a few helpful pointers from my wife, did equally as well. I strained to get hard in the cage knowing that Kelley would watch me get all my stagnant cum extracted by getting my prostate massaged. It also hit me that she would watch me lick up everything that streamed out of me. I figured that my wife told her about the progress we had made, but it was something else to know she would witness it.
"Wow, you were kidding Angie," Kelley gasped in amazement. "He eagerly hopped right up there."
"Of course he did Sis," my wife answered her proudly. "This is the only way he has available to get the cum out of his body and reduce the swelling in his tender balls."
"Oh you poor baby," she said with mock pouty lips. "How long has my evil sister kept your poor little dicklette locked in that cage without allowing you to have an orgasm?"
"It has been four and a half months since I last had an orgasm, and a mighty good orgasm it was," I replied with a smile on my face.
"He is actually proud that he has gone this long without cumming," she said to Angie.
"Of course he is," my wife told her calmly. "He is being a good little boy and achieving a goal I set before him, because I desire it and nothing else."
"Well I would feel sorry for you," Kelley said to me, "but since you brought this on yourself, you have no one to blame but yourself. Alright, let's get this party started."
Angie wasted no time snapping on her gloves and lubricating my arse before inserting the enema nozzle and letting it flow. After waiting for a time, followed by expelling the liquid, I was restrained again. She had Kelley remove my CB-6000 as she lubricated two fingers, inserted them into my ass, and started to massage my prostate gland. Kelley watched closely as my wife worked her magic. Thanks to having an audience, it took no time at all for precum to begin glistening at the tip of my raging hard prick. Angie removed her fingers, inserted the milking wand, and continued with the process. After a few minutes, my wife allowed her sister to try it and before I knew it, Kelley was working the wand, hitting all of the right places.
As the small amount of pressure began to build in my nuts, Angie took over working the wand and began a quick, rough stimulation of my prostate. I had learned to control my muscles expertly with all the practice I received over the past few months and kept them still as a pond as my saved up sperm and seminal fluid rapidly drained from my cock, landing in the tray below me.
"Look at all that nasty jizz just flow out of him!" Kelley exclaimed. "You are right. It doesn't spurt at all. It just runs out like a leaky faucet. Oh my god this is making me wet!"
She wasn't lying. The crotch of her panties was so wet that it appeared they would begin to drip like my cock at any second.
Angie kept at it for another ten minutes as they witnessed a random drop escape and hit the pan here and there. With a final down stroke of my cock, freeing the last remnants of my balls, Angie turned to her sister.
"Wait until you see this," Angie said confidently. "If that made you wet, watching him eat it will open the flood gates."
Kelley picked up the try and placed it below my face. "Here is your dinner Chasty. Be a good boy and show me how you swallow all of your cum. Lick it and eat it!"
I no longer hesitated in completing this task. It was like second nature to me. I quickly licked up large globs of my man goo, bringing it inside my mouth and letting it slide down the back of my throat. I watched Kelley as I continued to consume my mess and she couldn't keep her fingers out of her panties. I finished licking every drop as both the sexy women complimented my performance.
"Thank you for not disappointing me hubby," my wife said cutely.
"You did that like you enjoyed it Chasty. Nicely done." Kelley said laughing.
My wife cleaned my cock and balls with a damp rag before teaching Kelley how to install the cage. They untied my bonds and freed me from the table. Kelley threw herself on the bed and pleaded with my wife.
"Please let me use him tonight. After watching him eat his own cummies, I really need to get off. It's time I collect some payment for wearing this," she said holding up the silver key on the chain around her neck.
"Be my guest Sis," Angie said in a carefree manner , locking my wrists behind my back and walking out the door. "Feel free to use him as long as you wish, just don't break my toy."
Even though my balls had just been drained, knowing I was about to go down on my wife's sister made my cock snap to attention. I watched her lying on the bed, tweaking her own nipples as she stared me directly in the eyes.
"Make sure you have swallowed all of that cum," Kelley ordered me. "I don't want to get pregnant from any leftover sperm that might be swimming around in your mouth."
I swirled my tongue around my mouth ensuring that all my jizz had been swallowed before crawling between her legs, immediately smelling her excited juices. I used my teeth to grab hold of her cotton panties and peeling them down her legs. As my tongue traced its way back up the inside of her thigh, I began to feel the massive amount of heat radiating from her pussy. Seeing her sex for only the second time, I saw that she had shaved most of her pubic hair, leaving a thin strip similar to way my wife groomed her curlies.
As I slowly inched closer to her sodden cunt, she suddenly jammed it right into my face, taking me by surprise and jeering my neck. Regaining my senses, I immediately shoved my tongue between her slit and up her slippery hole, straining myself as deep as I could go. With just one lick she started to moan in ecstasy. I pulled my tongue out and bit her clit, using my tongue to push the portion inside my mouth against the back of my teeth. She screamed and bucked causing me to tug on her clit even harder.
"Holy fuck!" she screamed out loud. "I can't believe I am cumming all over my sister's husband's face. Oh my god, Oh fuck, Oh FUCK!"
Her voice trailed off into illegible sounds before she came down from her monster orgasm. As she tried to pull away, I held her clitoris tightly between my teeth, causing her to rebound from the jolt through her, now extra sensitive, button. She tried again and I held fast before she gave up. Once she settled I began to run my tongue up and down her moist slit before flicking it against her clit. As she tried to draw away again, I simply followed her up onto the bed, slithering my way like a snake due to not having the use of my hands.
"Oh my god," she said giggling, "you have to stop. I don't know if I can take anymore. Every time I try to pull away your tongue just follows me and hits the right spots all over again."
"Stop moving or I will tie you down Sis," my wife surprised us from the doorway. "I will tie you to the bed with your legs spread and inviting like a slut and make him pleasure you all night long."
I wonder if she watched the entire time. Oh well, who cares. Kelley finally stop trying to escape me and I began to focus my talents. I continued for the next forty-five minutes as she melted to mush below me, enjoying two more orgasms before I had to stop, my jaw throbbing and my tongue swollen.
Kelley lay there regaining her breath and five minutes later she was asleep. My wife removed my restraints and had me remove her nurse's outfit before we crawled into bed, joining her. That night I slept between, and cuddled with, two very sexy women. I know I have cuckold fantasies, but I don't care who you are, being sandwiched between two naked women is hot.
Over the next two weeks, Kelley visited more often, mostly to help my wife tease me mercilessly, but often times to collect additional payments for holding onto one of two keys to my belt. Even though I wasn't able to achieve orgasm, I was having the time of my life, satisfying two women at their whim.
One evening, shortly after I reached the five month mark since my last orgasm, Angie came down the stairs in a gorgeous red evening gown with a slit up the side then went all the way up to her hip, her usual straight blonde hair done up elegantly in waves and curls, and her make-up meticulously applied.
"Go put on a nice suit baby," she told me sweetly. "It is time for us to go on a date. I made reservations at your favorite restaurant and dolled myself up for you."
"You look amazing Bella. I won't even ask what the special occasion is. You dressing up like that is good enough for me. Give me ten minutes and I will be ready," I told her with a kiss.
We enjoyed a nice dinner in each other's company and happily spent the next few hours dancing as we did many years ago before our lives became so busy.
After we got home I put on some music and opened a bottle of wine so we could continue the romantic evening in the house we had made a home together. I realized that for the first time in months, I was wearing clothes inside the house. I suddenly got nervous that I was going to be punished for doing so.
"Oh my god, baby," I apologized, "I am so sorry for not removing my suit when we got home. I was so mesmerized by you and this wonderful evening that I simply forgot I was wearing a chastity belt. Please allow me to correct that error right now."
"It is ok Hubby. Tonight was a night for us, but perhaps we both should get a little more comfortable," she said as she undid the tie behind her neck and her dress effortlessly floated to the ground, revealing and equally elegant thin red silk bra and panty set.
I quickly removed all my clothing before retrieving our clothes and taking them upstairs and hanging them in the closet. When I returned to the living room, Angie was sitting on the couch and tapping the seat next to her, inviting me to join her. I sat down and wrapped my arms around her.
"Do you still enjoy being in that chastity belt?" she asked me nervously.
"Yes, I still enjoy being locked up and focusing my efforts on you," I said after a moment's pause. "There are times when it is really tough, when I want to just tear the cage off and ravish you, but the way you kiss me and hold me close to you reminds me that you love me, and my little bit of suffering does not go unnoticed. Do you still enjoy our game?"
"You have no idea how much I enjoy our lifestyle," she confessed, "perhaps even more than when we first started. I love the fact that you will do anything I tell you to do. Do you realize we haven't had an argument since we started?"
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I haven't thought about it, but you are right. Maybe we found the secret to marriage," I laughed.
"Well I am not sure most men would agree with you," she giggled. "Do you miss having sex and having orgasms?"
"Of course I do baby," I answered her. "Any man would miss being able to orgasm when he wanted and any man would miss making love to you, but I realize that it takes more than me having sex to give you what you deserve. It really sounds like you want it to end though."
"I don't want it to end," she told me grabbing my caged cock, "but that is also part of the problem."
"I don't understand baby," I answered confused.
"Well hubby, the problem is that I am so god damn horny for a good fucking, and I don't mean you eating me or a romp with Leroy. Those just won't scratch the itch. I want to fuck a real living cock, to feel it pulse as it shoots off inside me. I had no idea I would miss it so much and I know it sounds selfish, as I at least get to cum on a nightly basis. Not only do you miss out on the sex but you don't have the privilege of orgasms either," she confessed, her voice cracking.
"The way I see it," she continued, "I can either unlock you early and have my way with you, which I really don't want to do, or I can leave you locked up and go without the one thing that I truly need right now, a good solid fucking. Either way I have to give up something that I want."
The thought of her cuckolding me rocketed through my head. Did I want her to try it? If so, this was the perfect time to breach the subject. She already had all the cards lying out on the table. All I had to do was make the suggestion and see if she went for it. So many 'what ifs' had my mind spinning in circles, but in honesty, the only way they would ever be answered was if I grew a pair and broached the subject of my most secretly guarded fantasy. It was now or never, I decided.
"Well honey," I began nervously, my hands starting to shake, "it seems you may have missed an option that would allow you get everything you want."
"I'm listening," she said curiously, her eyes perking up.
"Well," I said, clearing my throat, "you could always get fucked by another man."
"What?" she said loudly as she jumped out of my arms, her mouth wide open.
"The only way for you to get fucked and still keep me locked up is to find another man to fuck you with his cock." I told her truthfully.
"You mean to tell me that you would let me to cheat on you and allow some other man to put his cock in my pussy, the pussy that I have kept for only you since we married, just so I can keep you in chastity? You will let another man fuck me while you sit at home, locked away, not even able to jerk off?" she asked me looking like she was in shock.
"Bear with me for a few moments and please don't be mad at me. Let me tell you the whole truth about my feelings on it," I begged, getting her attention. "I am devoted to giving you everything I can to keep you happy. If that means sexual satisfaction by another man, I can live with that. Besides, it isn't cheating if you do it with my permission. It has long been a fantasy of mine to watch you with another man and I have known since we locked my cock in chastity that there was always a possibility you would want more than I can give."
"I don't know if I could do that to you hubby," she told me, shying her eyes away from mine. "What if you resented me for sharing myself with someone else? What if taking another man into my bed ruined our marriage? I don't know if I could ever make that gamble. You mean far too much to me."
"The only fear I share is losing you. I could not resent you for getting laid if I am the one that told you to do it. I can guarantee that it will not ruin our marriage as long as you grant me a few conditions," I reassured her.
"As long as one of them doesn't involve you fucking another woman, I am listening," she said giving me all her attention.
"No baby," I said calmingly, "None of them involve me having sex outside our marriage. If I am not allowed to orgasm with you, then I don't need to with anyone else. If you are interested, do it once and tell me all about it in great detail. See how I react before you do it again. Once again, I will lay no blame at your feet, but if I don't enjoy it, I ask that you don't do it again. I think I have that right as your husband."
Angie stroked her hand down my cheek, "Of course you have that right. I love you darling and I don't want to do anything that you don't enjoy in some way. I have to say that you have me interested but I am still afraid something could go wrong. What if I inadvertently fell in love with the guy I was fucking?"
"If you stuck with the same guy, you would have to view him as someone that just fucks you, uses your body for his pleasure and you use his cock to get off. Either that or constantly have new lovers. You would have to make me a promise. If you started to have feelings for the man fucking you, you have to break it off right then and there. No exceptions. No waiting to see where it might lead. That is the only possible way you could betray me with this arrangement," I told her being very serious.
"I easily agree with that baby," she said, once again being able to look me in the eye. "I hope you are sure about this because I am willing to try it. Here is what I want you to do. Every morning you will encourage me to go out and find someone to shove his cock in me and treat me like a slut. If you can convince me that you really want me to do it, I will go out on Friday night dressed like a woman looking to get laid and see what I can pull. Now, all this talk has me so god damn hot. Lay down on the floor so I can sit on your face and you can get me off."
I lay down on the carpet as she finished removing her bra and panties. She straddled my face and sunk down to her knees, placing her wet pussy over my waiting lips. As I ate her ferociously, she played with my caged cock and balls, licking my scrotum and taking my plastic encased penis into her mouth. She enjoyed her pleasure as I enjoyed my torment until we were both exhausted and my cock was leaking precum.
The next morning she joined me for breakfast and as she enjoyed her coffee, I followed her instructions, given the night before.
"Honey, I really hope you feel up to going out on Friday night. If you do, I want you to go out and pick up the hottest guy in the bar and follow him back to his place. I will be so happy if he tears off your clothes and gives you the rough fucking you have been missing for the past five months. I bet he can give you at least four orgasms before he sends you home to your waiting husband." I told her smiling. "Not a bad start hubby," she told me before she kissed me and headed off to work.
I said similar things to her over the next four days and soon enough Friday morning had arrived. I had planned what I was going to say for the past few days and I hoped it would drive her over the top.
I got down on my knees before her and began, "Angie, I realize that I have not always been able to give you the sex you deserve. I know my cock is smaller than average, and try as I might, I will never be able to venture as deep as you would like me to get. I understand that my little dick had to be put into a chastity belt in order to allow you to receive everything that you deserve. I hope that the lucky guy you pick tonight is very well endowed, allot larger than what I can offer, so you can experience a better fucking than what I could give you. I want you to be free of guilt when you fuck him, knowing that I will be at home, nestled safely in my cage, patiently waiting for you to tell me all about how much you enjoyed getting split by someone you just met."
She smiled as she looked down at me, "I love you baby, and I think you are going to get your wish tonight."
We left for work, both confident that tonight was going to be a completely new experience. I was sure she was primed and ready to get the fuck of her life. I just hoped that whomever she picked was worth a damn. How bad would it suck if she picked a dud, someone worse in bed then I am. That could really put a damper on my fantasy.
After a day at work that seemed to last forever, I entered the front door and was greeted by my beautiful wife, fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a short towel. Already having stripped off my clothes, my struggling erection was clearly visible inside the clear tube.
"I guess we are both looking forward to tonight," she teased. "Kelley is coming to pick me up in about an hour and she is taking me to a club she knows of. I want you to stay downstairs while I go get ready. I want to surprise you with the outfit I am going to wear tonight."
I watched her walk upstairs and resigned myself to watching a little TV, hoping to calm the swelling in my groin. So far the fantasy was as hot in real life as it was in my imagination. About an hour later, the door bell rang. I opened to door to find Kelley dressed in a short black mini-skirt with a loose fitting sheer blouse that clearly showed her black bra beneath it. She wore high heels with black stockings, the tops of which could easily be seen, thanks to the dangerous length of her skirt. I invited her in and closed the door.
"You know you don't have to knock anymore," I told her jokingly. "It's not like you are going to walk in on anything you haven't seen before."
"Oh I know, but I love the fact that you have to answer the door naked. The neighbors must have seen you by now," she said laughing.
"If they have, they are too embarrassed to tell me," I admitted.
As I turned around, I witnessed my wife coming down the stairs. She was dressed exactly like Kelley, only everything was pure white. Coupled with her teased hair and pale skin accented with just the right amount of make-up, she looked absolutely delicious.
"My god. You look good enough to fuck!" I said drooling.
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baby," she replied giggling and raising her short skirt to show me the sexy white thong that she wore underneath it.
"Are you ready to go Angie?" Kelley asked.
My wife nodded and they headed toward the door. Before they left, Angie turned back to me.
"Are you sure about this hubby?" she asked me. "This is your last chance to change your mind. Once I walk out this door, I won't be coming back until another man has seen me naked and dipped his cock into my married pussy."
I stood there as if I was in a trance.
"Very well. I hope it is everything you imagined in your fantasy. Be a good boy and don't jerk off while I am out getting fucked, not that you could," she said loud enough for anyone on the street to hear and laughing with her sister.
"Don't worry Chasty," Kelley joined in on the fun. "I will make sure your wife is taken care of tonight."
They walked out the door and I closed it behind them. Everything was in motion and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it if I changed my mind. That option was now gone. It is strange to watch your wife go out dressed like a slut in order to find someone to fuck her. It is one of those things that can never be explained. If you have never had the desire to watch your wife have sex with another man, you would never understand the feelings coursing through my mind.
My mind wandered everywhere throughout the evening. Nothing could distract me from thinking about where she was and what she was doing. I constantly imagined strange cocks bigger than my own, doing things to her that I haven't done for a long time. I wondered if she would make him wear a condom or if she would take him bareback. We never did discuss that so I guess I would have to live with her decision.
By twelve o'clock, she still had not come home and I was going crazy with lust. Angie never stayed at a bar this late so I knew she had to be in another man's arms by now, perhaps for the second or third time this evening. I was fighting a never-ending erection that stretched my balls to their limit. My cock seemed to use any room available these days when he wanted to get hard. I couldn't blame him. The fantasy I kept hidden for so long, unsure if I wanted it to happen or not, was coming true tonight. But what if it wasn't. What if my wife and her sister just planned a night out to tease and test my resolution? Perhaps they were cooking up a good story right now, just to see how I would handle it. I knew I would believe anything she said so it was a moot point.
At a little after one O'clock in the morning, a pair of headlights pulled into the drive. After two minutes the car left the drive and I could see my wife slightly staggering up the walkway. When I got a look at the car in the street, I saw that it was not her sister's car.
When she walked through the door, she looked like she had fun. Her hair was out of place and most of her make-up was gone. Her clothes looked like they had been carelessly donned after being crumpled up and laying in a pile on the floor for a few hours. Her skin had the glow of a women how has enjoyed multiple orgasms. Her huge smile told me the rest. She hugged me and gave me a passionate kiss, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat before leading me to the living room.
I started to speak but she put her finger to my lips to stop me.
"Thank you so much for giving me permission to fuck another man," she said happily. "It was just the thing that I needed. I love you so much for putting my needs before yours. You are a wonderful husband and I will never leave you. I hope you believe that. No other man could ever dream to steal me away from you. In your arms is where I feel loved and comfortable and I would die before I ever left you."
She continued to hug and caress my naked body. I did believe her. No other man would love her as much as I loved her, not to mention let her find satisfaction in another man's bed. As long as she could show me how much she loved me, I would do anything she asked to keep her happy.
"I am going to tell you everything that happened tonight, but before I do that, I want to get you tied down. Go get a chair from the kitchen while I go get the restraints," she told me, heading upstairs.
I was back in the living room sitting in the chair before she glided down the steps, dragging rope and leather cuffs behind her. She quickly had me secure to the chair, unable to move anything but my head and my still hard caged cock.
"I am going to blindfold you in a moment to allow you to focus all your attention visualizing what happened this wonderful evening. But before I do that, I want to show you something," she said, proudly lifting her short skirt and letting it bunch up around her waist.
The sexy white panties she was wearing when she left tonight no longer existed. I was treated to the sight of her beautiful pussy, her lips swollen and red, her clit engorged and glistening, and her hole still holding slightly open from being stretched. It looked so good after being used and I gasped for air as I dealt with the reality of my wife fucking another man.
"As you can see hubby," she began, her eyes wild, and her smile radiant, "I don't have my panties anymore. The man I fucked kept them as a trophy. The man I let use my married pussy wanted you to know that he kept them. The man that gave me this," she said, holding up a used condom, tied off at the end, "kept the thong that you bought me in order to remember the time he had his way with another man's wife."
The clear latex condom was bulging at the tip with the sheer amount of sperm being contained inside of it. There was a huge amount of cum, piled at least three inches high, ballooning the used rubber. I sat in amazement as I realized that the condom contained at least three times as much cum than I could ever produce. With my mouth still gaping open, she placed the bulging rubber inside my mouth and lifted my jaw before sealing it with duct tape and trapping the filled condom behind my lips. I tasted the flavor of her pussy on the latex bag resting on my tongue. It felt like a water balloon inside my mouth slightly bulging my cheeks. She then placed the blindfold over my eyes and proceeded to tell me everything.
"When we got to the club, I took three quick shots to loosen up my inhibitions some before starting to scout the room for the lucky man," my wife began as I listened attentively and let my mind form its own images. "After a few minutes, I noticed a guy checking me out. He was tall and very handsome. As I stole quick glances his way every now and then, I noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off me. After catching me looking, he started to head across the room towards me. I almost chickened out and bolted for the door but Kelley talked me into standing my ground."
"He introduced himself," she continued, "and we tried to talk loudly over the music for the next five minutes, mainly flirting with each other, throwing compliments in each direction. I suddenly noticed that Kelley was no longer standing next to me, and had gone off to find someone to play with. Without even asking, he took my left hand, my wedding ring gleaming in the bright colors of the club lighting, and led me onto the dance floor. We bumped and grinded against each other, making me so horny that I wanted to tear off his clothes and ride him, right there in front of everyone. I could tell it had an equal effect on him. I could feel his large cock getting hard as he pressed himself against my ass."
She leaned in close to me and pressed her bare breasts against my back as she whispered in my ear, "He asked me if I was wearing panties and I told him I was. He told me to take them off and give them to him. I was so hot I would have given him all my clothes. I started to walk towards the bathroom but he grabbed my arm and told me to do it right there in the middle of the dance floor. I reached under my skirt and peeled them down my legs. As I stepped out of them, I saw my sister watching me, and she just gave me the thumbs up. I realized that they were soaking wet as I handed him the only thing shielding my married pussy. He brought them to his nose and smelled them, smiling as he put them into his pocket."
"We continued to dance as his hands roamed all over my body," she confessed. "He constantly squeezed my ass and mauled my tits before finally pulling my head back by my hair and shoving his tongue down my throat. He was so demanding and I was loving every second of it. I had no doubt that he would have me naked by the end of the night. After a few more songs, we left the dance floor and walked outside. He invited me back to his place and I eagerly accepted his invitation."
She was kissing the back of my neck intermittently and running her hands over my naked chest as continued her tale, "Once we were in the car, he asked me if he had to worry about an angry husbands gunning him down, gesturing towards the rings on my finger. As he drove, I explained our agreement to him and reassured him that he had nothing to fear. At that point, he put his hand on my thigh and over the next few miles, kept inching higher and higher until his fingers finally made contact with my moist slit. I just about came right then and there; knowing that my pussy was being touched by the first person other than my husband since the day we married."
"Once we made it inside his house," she went on in a voice full of lust, "he was all over me. Within thirty seconds, he had my skirt, blouse, and bra lying in a pile on the floor. I stood in front of him, wearing only my garter, stockings, and heels while he remained fully clothed and his eyes investigated my entire body. I could see the bulge in his trousers begging to be released so I removed his shirt, dropped to my knees, and unbuckled his belt. As I tugged down on his pants and boxers, his cock sprang free and was pointed directly at my face, just inches from my mouth."
"He was very well endowed," she admitted, "a few inches bigger than you and slightly thicker. As he kicked out of his slacks, I wrapped my hand around it and began to explore every bulging vein in his shaft. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into his hardn and I opened my mouth invitingly. I sucked the first four inches of his dick until he was so hard he could hammer a nail through a board with it. He was perfectly content to settle for nailing me."
She continued, tugging on my balls and chastity cage, "He helped me stand up and led me into his bedroom before throwing me down on the bed and lying on top of me, licking and biting my nipples, which had hardened into diamond-tipped drill bits. He rubbed his giant cock against my slick pussy lips before I stopped him and asked him to put on protection. He obliged, grabbing one from the nightstand and rolling it on. He once again positioned himself at the entrance to my pussy and with a gentle shove, embedded the initial five inches into my sloppy cunt. He worked it inside me slowly as I adjusted to his size. Luckily, it wasn't too painful thanks to our sessions with Leroy. Once he got six-inches inside me, my body rocked with a powerful orgasm, adding more natural lubricant to my pussy. By the time I came down from cumming, he was balls deep inside your wife."
"He roughly fucked me for a while before pulling out of me and leaving me gaping open," she told me, rubbing her tits in my face "He lay down on his back and I straddled him, impaling myself on his magnificent cock and sinking all the way to his sack. I rode him like a whore, fast and hard, grinding myself back and forth as my body responded with another wave of pleasure. By the time it ended I was exhausted and collapsed on top of him. He rolled me over and pulled out before making me get on my hands and knees. He continued to ram his cock into my cunt, making me squeal as the bed shook in response to him pounding me."
"In total, he fucked me for over an hour before he finally tensed up and began to cum. I responded in kind, as I felt the condom expanding inside me as he filled it. As it kept growing bigger, I started to worry that it would bust and flood my pussy. Finally, he stopped moving and breathlessly collapsed on top of me, his cock still resting inside me. Overall, I had five orgasms, each one more powerful than the last, while he fucked me," she admitted proudly.
"That is when he told me that he was going to keep my panties," she confessed, "and to ensure that you knew why. I told him that he could keep them as long as I can keep the used condom with all his cum inside. He carefully slid it off his shrinking cock, milking the last few drops from his cock, and tied the end before handing it to me. We got dressed and he gave me a ride home to my waiting husband. When we pulled into the drive, he gave me his phone number in case I ever needed a good pounding again."
"Now that we have taken care of that," she said coldly as she removed my blindfold, "we have another order of business to attend to."
I thought she meant that she was going to allow me early release, that is until my eyes adjusted to the light and I noticed the TV screen playing a slide show. 'Oh shit', I thought. It was all the interracial cuckold porn that I stored in my hidden folder. All of the 'talkies' that I downloaded and kept for a rainy day. All of the big black cocks splitting open tiny white women.
"When Kelley found your chastity folder," she revealed as the pictures scrolled across the screen, "we also found your other folders, the ones containing your cuckold pictures. I knew since that day that you wanted me to give myself to another man, but I wanted you to ask me to do it."
All of a sudden, there was a picture on the screen that I didn't recognize. When the next picture appeared, it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was my wife, on her knees, with a large black cock inside her mouth and her left hand cupping his large balls. My cock hardened immediately, pulling on my balls so hard that I clenched my teeth and screamed through my gag in response to the pain.
"That's right hubby," she said laughing as she stared at my straining cock, "I went out and found me a big black cock to enjoy. Jerome wanted to take pictures so you would know how much he enjoyed fucking a white wife."
The next picture appeared and showed his black cock, just millimeters from the entrance to her white pussy. Suddenly, I began to taste the familiar, but different, salty bitter flavor of cum in my mouth. Without realizing it, I must have punctured the rubber when I clenched my teeth. A black man's sperm was now slowly leaking into my mouth, and since I was gagged with duct tape, there was only one place for it to go. Barely capable of eating my own cum, I was going to have to endure eating another man's, a black man's load. Anytime I moved my tongue, more sperm leaked out of the swollen rubber.
"I am so glad we found that hidden folder," she told me stoutly. "There are so many crazy ideas tucked away in those captions and they make me so fucking hot. The reason I always came so fucking hard when you ate me out is that I had all those thoughts of letting black men make a slut out of me. I couldn't wait for you to finally broach the subject of sharing me with someone else so I could find out what it felt like the let a black man use me, and I wanted to make your most secret fantasy a reality and see if it was what you really desired."
As she talked, my cock continued to try and stretch, constantly putting pressure on my swollen nuts, the ring behind my sack leaving a red mark where it rubbed against the scrotum. I gritted my teeth through the pain as I tried to adjust. As I moved my jaw to loosen the muscles, the tip of the condom must have torn wide open, as my mouth was suddenly flooded with the massive load that Jerome gave to my wife. The taste engulfed my pallet, causing me to become slightly nauseous. I struggled to swallow it all quickly, taking three large gulps, in order to rid myself of the taste. Even with most of his jizz in my throat, tiny amounts continued to drop out of the dirty rubber.
"I loved how he just took control of me," she disclosed, her eyes blank and somewhere else. "It was just like some of those stories you saved that describe wives giving themselves completely to dominant black men to use as they desire. Jerome was like that. He didn't love me, nor did he care about what I wanted. He just wanted to get my clothes off and use my body to get his rocks off and he tried to do it without a condom. He would have done it if I hadn't stopped him. He would have fucked me bareback and sprayed his cum inside my unfaithful cunt, just like those pictures you have." "I guess I could ask you if you enjoyed becoming a cuckold, but your cock is telling me everything I need to know," she stated, dropping to her knees in front of me.
The skin on the head of my cock was pushed through the slit at the end of the tube as precum oozed freely from the exposed urethral opening. She used her finger to gather a drop ready to fall to the floor and smeared it on her left nipple, still standing tall like a traffic cone.
"Now, you were scheduled to have an orgasm in less than a week," my Mistress said with a note of vengeance, "but you are going to be punished for not being honest and telling me you wanted me to become a Black Cock Slut. Think about all the strange cock I could have been getting all this time. You unintentionally denied me pleasure by keeping your little dirty secret. Another two weeks is added onto your period of chastity. That's right. You will be going an entire six months without experiencing an orgasm. If you keep this up, you would only have two releases this year. Wow doesn't that sound interesting?"
She stood up and slowly removed the tape from my mouth. Any moment now, she was going to find an empty condom and I would have some explaining to do. The truth has worked so far so lying was pointless. I was sure I would endure a little bit of jarring, but what else could I do, keep the condom in my mouth forever?
She told me to open my mouth and began to withdrawal the damaged condom from behind my teeth. Her eyes grew wife, and her jaw dropped to the floor when she saw what was left of the once full rubber. It took her about fifteen seconds to come out of her state of shock.
"What the hell happened?" she asked me holding up the torn, empty condom.
"Honestly," I said turning redder by the second, "when I saw the picture of you with his black dick inside your mouth, my cock sprang up like a firework, causing me a great deal of pain. When that happened I bit down in instinct and it must have torn a small hole in the condom because I started to taste it. I think the hole continued to get bigger as the heavy cum bulged against the latex," I told her as I now saw the entire front tip torn three quarters of the way around and hanging freely. "At one point I moved my tongue and the tip must have finally ruptured because my mouth was suddenly full of Jerome's sperm."
"And you swallowed it? You actually have another man's cum sitting in your stomach right now?" she asked me in astonishment.
"Yes Mistress," I replied, feeling ashamed of myself. "I didn't have any choice. There was so much that my cheeks were distended. With the tape covering my lips, there was only one other way to get it out of my mouth."
She smiled at me and kissed me, laying the empty Trojan on top of my chastity belt. She scooped up another large drop of precum and coated her left nipple with it before pressing it between my lips and having me suck it off.
"Perhaps a little bit of your own will help wash it down," she giggled. "So, what do you think about your fantasy now that you know the truth about everything that happened tonight?"
"I feel a slight pang of jealousy," I told her in seriousness, "but not really in a bad way, enough to make me realize that I love you so desperately that I will do anything to keep you happy. It really has me so damn horny that you actually fucked a black man and enjoyed doing it. I never knew for sure if I wanted you to really cuckold me, but now I do. Are you going to do it again?"
"Well," she said, bringing her face close to mine, "that depends on you. As it stands, it is a onetime deal. When I finally allow that little cock of yours to squirt your cummies in a little over two weeks, that is assuming you behave and don't have to be punished again, I am going to ask if you want me to go out and get more black cock. Since your real feelings will shine through right after cuming, I will know how you truly feel about it. If you beg me to find another black cock to use me, you are going to find that I will become a changed woman. I will become the slut you want me to be. That's the only way I can be sure that it won't ruin our marriage."
"May I ask one thing Mistress?" I asked with pleading eyes.
"Of course hubby," she answered, starting to undo my bonds.
"If you become a slut for black men to use and it becomes too much for me to handle, will you stop if I ask you to?" I inquired.
"Hubby," she said, staring into my eyes, "if I had a choice between being with you and having mediocre sex versus having the best sex of my life and not having you to come home to, I would pick you any day of the week and twice on Sunday. If you remain honest with me, I think we can both be very happy."
"I can live with that," I said smiling.
She finished freeing me and we headed to bed. We lay together and I caressed her ravished body as she drifted off to sleep, her head nestled to my chest, feeling her breath across my skin.
"Yeah, blacks may get to fuck her, but they will never know the felling of this," I quietly whispered before joining her in peaceful slumber. | null | [] |
*SPECIAL NOTE TO INCEST FANS: This novel is loaded with incest from start to finish. Be sure to read 2nd paragraph below.
FOREWORD
Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine, I'll be submitting chapters into at least 17 different story categories. I don't believe anything like this has been tried here before.
New chapter(s) will be submitted almost daily. By clicking on a blue WmSexspear, you'll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you'll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes.
I can promise those readers who are familiar with my work that you'll find a ton of erotic reading that should appeal a wide variety of tastes, even though I intentionally attempted to have at least one turn on for almost anyone. This saga features mostly caring, even romantic sex, but it occasionally flirts mildly with a "fetish" so a given chapter will genuinely qualify for that category.
Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex because a number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a totally hetero or gay reader could to relate to and enjoy this chapter.
Chapters 24 features voyeurism by 2 inexperienced young males and exhibitionism by a female, but also includes experimental lesbianism between lonely sisters. So, don't judge my book by its multitude of covers. If you enjoy sex, there should be something (actually a lot of somethings( in it for everyone. ;-)
Final example, Chapter 50 will be under Mind Control. Unlike many entries in this category, it fits in there because circumstances allow a female to have her every sexual whim acted out by 4 other people.
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Chapter 46: Carly's Plan Takes Her Brother To The Brink
DD-Day. The alarm went off. Dressing quickly, Carly was nearly out the door in record time. Her "sisters" had to tackle her to give her goodbye kisses and good luck hugs.
On her way home she spotted Jimmy jogging back to his place. They waved, smiling at each other in passing.
"See you later." Jimmy called.
(Yes, I think you WILL.( Carly thought to herself.
Parking her ancient, lime green Huffy bicycle, Carly headed straight to her room. Putting on her oldest, tightest fitting work jeans, she took off her bra, then put on a three-year old, skin tight T-shirt that let hints of her dark red nipples show through.
Next, it was off to the bathroom where Carly brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, then applied just a tiny, tiny hint of make up so she'd add color, yet look completely natural. A glance in the mirror assured her she looked 'good enough to eat'.
Off to the barn she flew. Finding her brother in the cow barn assured Carly he hadn't been out of the house too far ahead of her.
"Hi Munchkin, I missed you."
Going straight to her brother, Carly turned him to give him a hug and a very warm good morning kiss. Her mouth was closed, but just barely; hints of sweet moist breath teased her brother's lips. She made sure her breasts pushed into his chest, that her pelvis was pressed fairly tight against him.
The kiss felt great to her, so she figured it must feel mighty nice to Larry. For sure there was no way he couldn't have felt her warm breasts mash into his chest. Carly let the kiss linger a few seconds past where a sibling kiss should've ended.
Abruptly she spun out of his tightening hug; Carly grabbed a pair of gloves, a pitchfork, then started putting hay in front of every other cow. As she bent to get a fork of hay, Carly made sure her butt was pointing his way. As she pitched hay, she made sure her teats would jiggle, and that her brother could see them if he was looking. After spotting a few surreptitious looks, Carly saw her brother shifting his penis via a hand in his pocket. At that point she knew he was ogling her young body.
Whenever they'd finish one place, Carly would take her brother's arm, using the opportunity to rub her teats against his arm now and then so he couldn't forget for very long that a breeding age female was at his side.
It was contagious, Carly was genuinely happy; her impishness and presence soon had her brother feeling happy and playful. Several times she came up from behind to hug him, even tickled him but good one time. When Larry tried to get even, she managed to push her tush into his pelvic region as she giggled. When he tried to catch her, she did her best to insure he got a handful of breast at least twice.
When chores were done, they walked to the house with an arm around each other's waist.
If he'd clean up the dishes afterwards, Carly offered to make a nice breakfast while he showered. Since she was easily the better cook, Larry agreed, as she'd expected. They feasted on ham, sunny side up eggs, home fries, toast and juice. While he was feeling full and good about every little thing, Carly got her brother to promise to help her with her homework first thing so "she could forget about school the rest of the weekend". As soon as he agreed, she excused herself to go shower.
She did shower; Carly wanted to feel fresh as Spring, but it was a very fast, careful one. After retouching her make up, Carly brushed her teeth, then dabbed on a hint of perfume. Intentionally she washed her hair, then patiently awaited her prey.
Carly didn't have to wait very long. One, two, three... She heard her brother coming up the stairs. She had practiced and timed it; ten was the magic number. Seven, eight, nine, tenth step. As her brother hit the tenth step, Carly strode into the hallway, walking towards her room.
Having a fluffy towel around her head, Carly used both hands to perform a drying motion. However, this time Carly also had a jumbo fluffy towel wrapped around her body instead of her normal robe. After hearing three more steps, Carly knew her brother would now be in the hall behind her; she used the towel being around her head to make it appear as if she wouldn't have heard him come up the stairs.
Carly lifted her chin. However, her chin was the only thing keeping the towel around her body closed; the towel fell to the floor giving her brother a dream view of her beautiful naked behind. Like clockwork her brother froze in stunned silence 10' behind her.
Still pretending to be fussing with her hair, she took a slow backwards step. Carly bent at the waist so her bare butt, and maybe a hint of pussy, would hit him squarely between the eyes. Her left breast was even visible for a fraction of a second as it swung beneath her while she picked up the fallen towel. Simply carrying it since she "couldn't possibly use two hands" Carly slowly took the final few steps before turning into her room.
Carly was shaking as she raced for her hair dryer, part of it was sexual tension, part of it was the thrill of working her plan and feeling it work. But she knew she had to hurry. Carly was willing to bet if she hadn't warned him she'd be right in for homework, that he'd be masturbating already. Now hopefully, her brother would be sporting a big boner and not be able to get rid of it. At least not if things stayed on track.
It was 8:30AM, Carly hoped she wouldn't be a virgin by 9:30.
Her hair had been fairly dry, she'd been careful. Slipping into her robe, Carly shouted, "Are you ready for me she?"
God I hope you're ready for me, she thought.
"Any time." came a reply through the wall.
Carly grabbed her book, a pen and a notepad for the sake of appearances, then headed next door. Her brother was sitting at the old table he used for a desk. Pulling up a chair, she sat down.
Several times during the week, Carly had snuck into her brother's room, wearing her robe. Carly had experimented with how to arrange her flaps, how loose to tie the belt, how far to lean forward. Now as she leaned against the table, Carly knew every time her brother looked in her direction he'd see a lot of mounded alabaster skin.
Carly was blessed with high, firm conical breasts. They were like two snow cones made of Jell-O which seemed to defy gravity, as only a teenaged girl's teats can. Any male, of any age, would kill to see her breasts, would willingly do worse to touch them.
Keeping her eyes on the book, Carly still knew from her brother's extra quiet breathing and body language that he was looking at most of her left breast. Using a move she'd practiced a dozen times the past week, she reached for a pen. When she did, her entire left breast was allowed to hang, uncovered, jiggling before her brother's eyes as the flap fell far away from her body.
Carly grabbed the pen, then sat down, adjusting her flap so a good amount of skin showed, but plenty was hidden again to tease him. She looked for signs of an erection, then saw what she was looking for. There was a lump in his pants, a lump she planned to closely inspect very soon.
"Larry, I can't get comfortable in this chair." which was actually somewhat true. "Could we do this on the bed?"
"Sure." came his predictable reply.
Grabbing her book, Carly flopped on her tummy onto his bed.
"Oooh this feels much better!" she sighed.
Carly rolled onto her back once she knew she had an audience. Carefully, she rolled so the flap below her belt stayed behind as she turned. Her brother got a look at a firm, toned leg from her toes to the top of her hip, a hint of dark pubic hair flashed in a way that any fan dancer would have admired.
Sitting up, Carly left her aroused brother with nothing but memories of fleetingly glimpsed, but powerfully arousing anatomy.
As she sat on the edge of the bed, Carly patted for her brother to perch beside her. Opening the book, she asked a couple of intelligent questions, but managed to sit so a lot of leg and left breast were easily seen. The answers she got made it clear her brother was distracted, but trying to do the right thing.
Now she could EASILY see the outline of his penis. The time was right. This was it.
Carly put the book down; she put her arms around her brother and hugged him. His left arm went around her.
"Larry, I have a big favor to ask you. I wanted to ask last week when we were on the swing, but I was too chicken. I know you love me. You know I love you very, very much. But if you want to say no I'll understand." Carly took a deep breath before continuing.
"First, will you promise to only say or do something if you really, really want to, not just because you're trying to please me?"
"Yes." came the quiet, unsure sounding reply.
Carly heard the shakiness in her brother's voice. "I've never seen a grown up boy's penis. I want to see yours, right now. May I see you?"
"Oh, God!" Larry took a deep breath.
"Yes." Not knowing what he should do, Larry froze in place.
Keeping her head down, Carly reached for his belt to undo it. Shaking visibly, her fingers found his zipper. Slowly she lowered it. Carly pulled the jean's flaps back as far as they'd go, still only a patch of light brown cotton could be seen. The patch was still enough that some of his shaft could be seen throbbing as it ran off at an angle away from her.
Carly lifted the waistband out and downward, it wasn't enough to free him, but by bending more she could see the soft, while skin of part of his shaft. She took in a sharp breath as she studied her first bit of penis.
"I can't see very much of you. May I reach inside? May I touch you?"
"Yes." her brother softly whispered.
Carly's fingers tentatively slid into his shorts. Her knuckles felt his pubic hairbrush by as she slid under the visible shaft, her fingers curled around his erection. Both siblings reacted to the contact with protracted hissing intakes of air. The penis she held was jumping within her grip, she felt her brother's body tighten considerable. Carly lifted her face to see her brother's, his eyes were closed.
Moving closer, Carly bestowed the same loving type kiss she'd given him a week ago on the porch when she wanted to be holding his erection, just as she was this very moment. Larry kissed her back, with tenderness, yet passion.
Carly groped around in the confined space of her brother's boxers. She was able to run her fingers up his shaft until she felt the sensitive tip. Using just her fingertips to skim over the extra soft glans, Carly felt an oily wetness. Moving her fingers the other direction, she was able to slid them down all the way to the front of his scrotum.
As best she could, Carly explored his manhood, but the confinement of his underway began to frustrate the excited virgin. Carly began to kiss her brother in such a way that her lips would gently pull his upper or lower lip between hers. Next, she kissed across his cheek until she could whisper in his ear as she nibbled it.
"Please lower your pants so I can see your beautiful penis."
It took a minute to get my pants down. I used both hands, but I didn't want to make any jerky moves that might break the contact. Carly was kissing my face, my mouth, then my neck as she bent her head awaiting her first good look at my cock. She didn't want to let go off my shaft, a minor complication. Because my penis was pushing into my underwear I had to lift the material over the tip if I was to get my boxers down.
When my glans sprang into view I heard Carly gasp, her grip on my shaft tightened. My pants finally slid under my butt, my erection was free. Her head was bowed, but I felt her eyes on my erection. Carly's fingers were soon exploring everywhere between my legs. I'd opened my legs as far as I could, but my jeans weren't down far enough to allow me much freedom. Her hand was so warm. Already I was as excited as I could ever remember.
Part of me was scared as hell. Part of me wanted to rip her robe off and make love to her. I didn't know if this was Beth's promise to have Carly seduce me, or if Carly was now sufficiently mature that her hormones had made her horny enough to get this brave. After all, Carly HAD just made a reference to last weekend and us on the porch swing, which was before my bet with Beth. So I really had no idea what's up, besides my cock.
Geez, I wanted to see Carly naked so badly it hurt, yet I didn't want to mess up her head by acting like a pervert. So I just sat there, allowing Carly to have her way, afraid to break the spell.
Sometimes my sister leaned so close to my groin that I could feel her hot breath. She played with my penis, feeling me up rather thoroughly. Her hands slid down to heft my balls; she carefully rolled them around. I groaned. Suddenly her face looked up, our eyes met.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, a worried tone in her voice.
I kissed her softly. "Oh, no. Just the opposite. You're making me feel good. Too good." I whispered.
"Larry, I want to see your stuff come out. But I want to do it for you. Show me how to make you feel good enough to make sperm fly out of you." Carly begged sweetly.
My face must have looked perplexed. Carly reassured me, "I really want to more than anything, in case you worried."
I was too close to an orgasm to fight it. I guided her right hand to a good spot on my shaft, then coached her until she developed a blissful stroke and rhythm. My breathing became deep and labored immediately.
"Carly, you have me so excited. I'm going to come soon, I need to come soon."
"Then let me help you." she said so sweetly that I melted inside.
Carly's left hand found my right hand; lifting it, she pressed my palm onto her robe mere inches above her right breast. As my palm flattened against her upper chest, Carly put her hand on mine then pulled it down part way onto her breast before releasing me.
Needing no further invitation, my hand slid lower until I cupped her entire hidden mound. Oh my God; I began fondling a breast that I'd dreamed about many a night. Even through the robe, she was far softer, far sexier than I'd ever suspected.
"Oh, Lord Carly you're so... " was a far as I got.
A forceful ejaculation overtook me; sperm shot halfway across the room. Carly was taken a little by surprise, this being a first time and all. I'm sure she'd felt me swell within her grip, but she wouldn't have known what to expect next as yet.
Wow, I was shaking, groaning, squeezing her wondrous teat. She recovered nicely, her stroking of my shaft adjusted until it was almost as good as my practiced hand could've done. She used both hands next, one on my bat; the other played with my balls. I felt my balls pumping. I felt my penis pulsing in her hot little hand.
Moving my left arm around her waist, I hugged Carly to me. Soon I was leaning on her for support as the energy drained from my body. Carly never took her eyes off my penis; I never stopped my rhythmic pumping of Carly's teat.
She studied every visible detail of my orgasm until minutes later when I finally softened. When I eventually became too soft to stroke, she fondled my flaccid cock or balls. Finally, Carly looked up. Feeling her watching me, I opened my eyes.
"That was amazing. Thank you." Carly said, sounding awestruck.
She wanted to be kissed, I saw her mouth opening; Carly was inviting my tongue to explore her mouth. No power on earth could have stopped me. I bent to kiss her. To maximize her pleasure, I drew out my entry as long as possible without being cruel. My tongue crept from its hiding place to pursue its quarry. I licked her lips, circling several times, before entering her cave. Our tongues finally touched, then caressed. Carly melted against me, we sighed deeply into each other's mouth.
Releasing my penis, I felt Carly shift slightly; her right hand went behind my back. Hugging me tightly, I felt her left hand grip my right wrist, she pulled my hand toward her left side. As she guided my fingers under the flap of her robe, my tongue drove to the back of her throat. Carly pulled my arm until my fingertips felt the top of her bare left breast. Gently she pulled down, causing my hand to fill with her warm, pliant flesh. Carly guided me until her hard nipple was pushing into my palm.
Judging by sighs and groans, it was clear this was a contact we both desired tremendously. My fingers reveled in her flesh. I felt for every ridge or bump of her areola, I hefted the weight of her breast. Her warmth and kitten-like softness caused me to shudder. The reality of her tender flesh far exceeded my dreams yet again. Carly's breast could not have felt more perfect, more feminine, more desirable. Carly must have felt excitement rivaling my own, her tongue pushed into my mouth.
Carly's left hand fell back to my lap. Finally touching her heavenly teat had excited me so much I was semi-erect already. My good night's sleep was paying dividends.
Lifting my cock so I was pointed straight up, Carly was soon pumping me again. Our French kissing grew intense over the next few minutes. We were truly getting lost in one another.
Something had to happen, I was getting so turned on fondling Carly's bare breast that I'd be able to come again just from feeling her up.
Carly decided what was next. She lifted her mouth, excitedly kissed all over my face, then down my neck. As she kissed ever lower down my throat, she unbuttoned my top shirt button. I was devastated when she removed my hand from inside her robe, but she soon distracted me. Carly kept kissing down my body as she undid my buttons. When the last button was undone, she slid onto the floor to untie my sneakers. As soon as my shoes were removed, she pulled my pants off completely.
As Carly moved in between my legs, my penis bounced as it tried to reach her. Carly opened my shirt flaps to stare at my chest. Letting go of the shirt, she ran her palms all over my abdomen, then chest. She kneaded my chest in much the fashion I had done to hers, exciting me all the more.
Her right hand slowly slid down my front until she gripped my now drooling penis. Carly stroked me perfectly. Reacting, my hips began to make short thrusts at her chest. When she looked up to my eyes, I felt a sexual energy from her that jolted me to my core.
"I want you, Larry."
"I... "
I never finished saying I want you to. Carly dropped her head, then sucked my erection into her mouth.
What Carly heard was "I... Oh my God, Carly! Sssssssssssssssss"
I must have sucked in air for a full minute. Every nerve ending I possessed was jangled. It felt like she'd pushed my penis into an outlet. My hips wanted to thrust until I pushed down her throat, but I struggled to hold myself back. Her action was so sudden, so unexpected that I was in near shock.
Her mouth and both hands worked on me. The pleasure she gave me was beyond description. I felt my body priming for a big explosion. Since I didn't want to gross my sister out when she was being so incredible, while there was still time, I warned her.
"Carly, I'm going to come any second now!"
Carly looked up into my eyes. Her mouth and tongue attacked just my glans. Her right hand continued to pump my shaft, in fact she sped up. Her left hand released my balls, it moved to her left flap. Boring into my eyes, Carly opened the flap baring her magnificent, cone-shaped left teat. My balls tightened, streams of sperm shot into Carly's mouth as my eyes rolled back into my head.
Gripping the sides of her head, I humped my sweet little sister's mouth with total abandon as I lost anything resembling conscious thought. I became a dinghy on a storm-tossed sea of ecstasy.
Carly has one of the sexist teats I've ever seen to this day. As many breasts as there are in the world, some of them will have a profound effect on each man. Seeing Carly effected me profoundly, I was totally in lust with her. My body pumped every drop of available fluid into this little sex goddess who had its penis in her mouth.
"My God Munchkin, you are so damned beautiful I couldn't take it." I panted minutes later.
God bless her, Carly continued to suck me until I was limp as a noodle, even then she rolled me around in her mouth with her tongue, which elicited still more groans of pleasure from me. My spine turned to Jell-O, I fell back onto the bed.
At last Carly stopped, my limp dick fell from her lips. She stood; her robe was closed again. She helped me move up until I was lying on my pillow, my whole body felt as limp as my dick.
Carly crawled over top of my prone body so she could lie down beside me. Holding my arms open, Carly rolled half on top of me. Closing my arms around her, we hugged and exchanged soft kisses. Finally I felt her trembling. "You're shaking Munchkin, are you all right?"
"Well, I could be if you'd help me." she almost whispered.
How stupid did I feel, I'd come twice to her zero. No wonder she was shaking.
Wanting to apologize, Carly cut me off with a smile and a kiss. "I've gotten everything I wanted. It's just now that I stopped touching your body, mine is demanding some attention. Will you lend me a hand?" She meant that literally.
When Carly rolled onto her back, I rolled onto my side. She took my right hand. Closing her eyes, Carly kissed my palm, then placed it flat on her robe above her right teat. Slowly she guided my palm over her breast mound, then down her right side until I felt her upper leg. Slipping my hand under the flap, it fell between her legs, which spread apart inviting her first male guest to seek her hidden treasure trove.
My hand moved around until it was filled with Carly's soft, spongy pussy. We both took a deep breath as my fingers covered her swollen vulva. Dear Lord she felt heavenly; her puffy folds were divinely soft. Her pussy formed a nice mound that seemed custom fit for my hand.
Her groin was lush with soft pubic hairs. A moist heat greeted my palm, making me feel most welcome. Her scent reached into my nostrils. No fantasy I'd ever had about Carly had prepared me for the way she felt, or the way holding her pussy in my hand made me feel, or especially her arousing scent. Damn but my sister was incredible.
Finally I calmed down a bit. I massaged her vaginal lips, slowly at first, but gradually I sped up.
"Oooooooooooohh, yes." Carly sighed.
Leaning over far enough to kiss her, I licked around her mouth and nibbled at her lips. My middle finger moved into position, my lips parted. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, at that same instant, I slid my finger into her vagina. The double penetration excited her beyond belief. Carly's hips pushed up against the invading finger, her arms crushed me against her chest.
Over the next five minutes, Carly's breathing became ever more ragged the longer I probed within her. Next, I dragged my middle fingertip from inside her, up through her slit, onto her clit, then down and in again. After repeating that a few times, I pushed my finger in as deep as it would go, then used the heel of my palm to grind the mushy flesh that held her clitoris.
Carly's tongue and hips silently told me she was approaching the orgasm she badly wanted. Trying to be a good lover, I tried out everything I'd learned from Beth and Lynn to excite Carly's pussy, to make her feel super good, I wanted her first climax by my hands to be fantastic.
Withdrawing my finger from her vagina, I swirled it deep within her slit. Wiggling it upwards, I found her super-soft clit, making fast tight circles on her small bud. Her back arched, I went faster, then went as fast as I could.
Carly tried to swallow my face, she came. There was no doubt that Carly came. I was so happy for her, she was coming hard and loving it.
Sliding two fingers into her, I pushed the heel of my hand at her clit again. Carly rode my fingers so sensuously that my penis was jealous. I spun my fingers in circles so she could feel as much vibration as I could provide. She seemed to come for a long time, so I kept doing what I was doing until Carly fell back.
My rubbing her continued until she stopped moving entirely. Even then I maintained a super slow deep massage of her puffy vaginal lips. Carly was very, very happy. I could feel it in her kisses. Long, slow casual kisses that conveyed a myriad of messages.
I hoped she could feel the love and passion that had welled inside me. Very taken by her, I never stopped feeling up her pussy; she felt too damned good to let go of. As our kissing continued, Carly rolled on her side facing me. Soon my penis was being stroked wonderfully by her soft, loving hand.
We kissed for a quarter hour, all the while fondling our partner's genitals. Our level of arousal had been steadily growing, the past few minutes especially. Our breathing was deep and noisy; our tongues were attacking each other as we got very heavily into our lovemaking.
I felt Carly's left leg bend at the knee; it slid over my right leg. Using a very husky voice Carly said, "Please hold still a moment. I've wanted so much to know what it would feel like if you were to actually touch me."
At first I didn't understand exactly what she meant, then I knew. Carly slid her hips towards me. Her hand guided my glans inside her robe to her slit. I jumped and shuddered as she slid my oiled tip into her wet slit so she could rub me up and down her humid, lubricated slot.
She chose to move me with a tortoise-like slowness. We were each moaning from the wondrous sensations caused by our partner's body. Pulling my tip into the position she needed, Carly humped my little slit with her clit. I saw her eyes roll back. She came after continuing to make love to my glans for another minute.
Carly resumed kissing me, then returned to rubbing my glans in circles within her slit from top to bottom. I was going out of my mind. I if hadn't already had a couple strong orgasms, I'd have long ago been pumping sperm into her warm, gooey slit.
Carly ran me from top to the bottom of her slit again, but this time she took me farther. My tip was at her opening. Carly eased herself forward until it felt like her pussy kissed my glans.
She stared directly, intently into my eyes. Carly heard the sharp hiss of the air I inhaled when I felt that vaginal kiss. She moved her pussy back and forth an inch, slowly, several times. It felt like the softest, warmest lips alive were sucking on just my super sensitive red crown. It was utterly amazing, it was pure ecstasy.
Carly's eyes bore into mine with an unblinking stare. Her face was a collage of emotions.
"I've gotten everything today I ever was going to ask you for. If there is something your heart desires, then it's yours. If there isn't, I'll understand." That said, Carly released my penis. She lay there, motionless, watching my eyes. My glans was JUST far enough into her opening that I stayed in place.
Sonf-a-bitch. Carly was leaving our future relationship up to me. Quite literally, I had to make the decision. Was I in or out?
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I don't know if Mom and Sarah discussed what happened on our hiking trip, with Jim and Sarah making love in their tent while Mom and I had our first time in our tent. Based on Sarah's veiled comment the next morning about the noisy animals in the woods, I had no doubt they had heard Mom and me. There are some things that may never be acknowledged, I guess, and it really made no difference to me. I had what I wanted, I think Mom had what she wanted, and I have to admit that it was all because of Jim and Sarah. My guardian angels.
We had all decided on Saturday morning that a truncated hike would be more fun so, instead of the regular 12-mile hike, we went on a six-miler. We hiked mostly single file because of the narrowness of the trail, with Sarah leading, followed by Jim, and then Mom and me.
With Mom behind him, Jim had to behave himself. I noticed a couple of times that he would brush his hand against Sarah's butt. Whether Mom noticed, I don't know. I do know that my eyes and hands were on Mom's butt a lot - to the point that she started swatting my hand away. When we took a break and Sarah and Jim went into the woods for a potty break, I asked if Mom was upset with me.
"Oh, good Lord no, Bill. It's just that men have one switch - on or off - but women are different. For us, there is a time and a place and in front of my friend is neither. For men, the time is 'anytime,' and the place is 'anywhere.' Just wait until we get back to camp, okay?"
We returned to our camp by 2:00 PM. I don't know about Jim and Sarah, but Mom and I were looking forward to an early evening and maybe even an afternoon nap. That was not to be, however, because upon our return we found another, larger tent set up on the edge of the clearing and a large SUV parked next to Sarah's car.
We gathered firewood for the evening fire, and then Jim and I practiced our bushcraft skills by fashioning a couple of log chairs to use in front of the fire. They may not have looked like much, but with some fallen logs we found and the judicious use of parachute cord, the chairs were comfortable enough for two people to sit in each one.
By the time we finished, it was time to begin supper. We used aluminum foil to make packets with stew beef, potatoes, and onions, and set them in the coals to cook. We had just sat down in our chairs with wine when we heard voices approaching from the trail. The voices did not sound overly happy - clearly there was an argument of some sort going on.
The first to come into the camp was a guy, somewhat younger than Jim and I, and he clearly was not having fun. He had a scowl on his face and went to the third tent without even acknowledging our presence. He was followed by a cute blonde who followed him into the tent, then a middle-aged couple emerged and walked over to introduce themselves.
"Hi. I'm Sam and this is my wife, Bonnie. I hope you don't mind our intruding on your camp, but this is the first hike of the season and we wanted to get on the trail as quickly as possible this morning."
Mom took care of our introductions. "Oh, no problem. It's big enough for everyone, don't you think? I'm Victoria, this is Sarah, and those two lugs are our sons, Bill and Jim. Why don't you share our campfire tonight?"
Bonnie looked at their tent. "Thanks, if you're sure you don't mind. Those are our kids, Sammy and Natalie, but who knows if they'll join society or not. They're not really into the whole family hiking adventure. This is probably the first fresh air they've had in months, so they're trying to recover, I guess." Bonnie laughed, but her laugh was tinged with some tension.
Jim and I looked at each other. We recognized the problem, at least in the son. Jim shrugged, and then I laughed. We gave each other looks that said, "We could fix this right now," but some problems you either have to live with or fix on your own.
That evening around the fire, we all got better acquainted. Sam was an attorney, like both Jim's dad and mine, and knew of them but had never met them. Sammy and Natalie, who preferred "Nat," were two years apart and both attended the state university. Sammy was set to graduate next year, and didn't know what he'd do after graduation. When he said that, Bonnie sighed. "You just have to have a goal, Sammy. That's all. We don't care what your goal is, but have a goal."
She said it as if that had been a frequent theme of their conversations, and Sammy rolled his eyes. Jim and I looked at each other. We both knew what he could have as a goal. Bonny was a plump blonde with a beautiful face. Surely Sammy wanted her. What guy wouldn't?
Sam and Nat were the first to call surrender to the night and retired to their large tent, leaving Sammy and Bonnie with us at the campfire. Jim and I had gotten Sammy interested in a conversation about sports, and we debated the relative merits of all the local teams. Once he engaged, Sammy was pretty bright and animated, which seemed to please Bonnie.
The four of us had been sitting side by side in the log chairs, but they were about four inches too narrow for side by side comfort. After fidgeting a bit, I finally said, "Mom, this is killing me. Why don't you just sit on my lap?"
Mom and Sarah both stood up, and then sat on our laps, kind of sideways so they could talk to Sammy and Bonnie. That was much more comfortable, and after awhile I casually rested my hand on Mom's thigh, softly rubbing her leg. I looked at Sammy, and his eyes were glued on my hand. He shifted his gaze to Bonnie, then back to my hand on Mom's leg. I knew what he was thinking, and I knew he had no idea. Just as Sarah had said, a lot of Mothers and Sons have special relationships, but if you never hear about it you assume it never happens.
She turned to Sarah, gestured toward Jim and me, and said, "How did you tame these two? Mine is still mostly wild and sullen." When she said that, Sammy looked at us and rolled his eyes. We smiled back, indicating support and understanding, but both Jim and I knew exactly how Sarah and Mom had tamed us.
Mom and Sarah looked at each other, and then laughed simultaneously. "Oh, you just have to give them a goal," Sarah laughed.
"Yeah," Mom agreed, still laughing. "It's a work in progress, but once you get them focused it gets better."
Jim piped up. "Hey. We're right here, you know," and he pinched Sarah's leg. She squealed and hit him playfully on the chest. I looked at Bonnie, and she had a wistful look on her face. What Mother wouldn't want a son who was so clearly in love with her?
Bonnie was sitting in a folding lawn chair, with Sammy sitting on the ground by her side. He said, "If you want to tame me, how about giving me the chair so I'm not sitting on the cold ground?" Bonnie called his bluff, stood up, and with a theatrical gesture said, "Take it. I'll sit on your lap, too."
Sammy groaned, but he sat in the chair and Bonnie plopped right in his lap, turned to the left so she could talk to Mom and Sarah. Sammy had his hands on the arms of the chair, and then he looked at my hand, still on Mom's thigh. I saw him looking, and slowly rubbed my hand higher on her leg. I kept looking at him until he met my eyes, then I slowly nodded, continuing to rub her leg.
I was trying to send him a message, and I don't know if he understood. After a pause, he seemed to get it and tentatively put his hand on Bonnie's leg. She had been sitting rather stiffly on his lap, and when he did that she hugged into his chest. "See? It's not so bad. Your Mom won't bite, after all," and she laughed.
We all laughed with her, and Jim said, "I don't know, Sam. Mine still bites, but I'm taming her with liver treats." That got a bigger laugh, and we passed about an hour in general lighthearted conversation. We shared our wine with Bonnie and Sammy, and both seemed to loosen up considerably.
As the night drew on and the fire died down, an awkwardness developed. Sarah and Mom were clearly ready to call it a night, but they seemed reluctant to let Bonnie see our sleeping arrangements. With two tents, I'm sure Bonnie assumed it was Jim and I sleeping in one, and the Moms in the other. That was exactly what none of us wanted.
When it became clear we were not going to be able to wait out Bonnie and Sammy, Mom stood up and took my hand. "Come on, Bill. Your old Mom is exhausted. All this fresh air wears a woman out, you know."
Sarah and Jim also stood up, and we moved toward our tents. Mom went in before me and before I crawled in I looked back at Bonnie and Sammy, both still sitting at the campfire. Sammy still had his hand on Bonnie's leg, and they were looking at each other with looks of shock on their faces.
We tried our best to be quiet that night, and I guess Jim and Sarah did, too, because we couldn't hear them like we had the night before.
The next morning, Sunday, we were up at the crack of dawn. The thing about sleeping in a sleeping bag is that there's not a lot of laying around in the morning after you wake up. Jim and I got the fire going again, and before long the smell of coffee spread throughout the campground.
The first heads that popped out of the big tent were Sam and Natalie. They came wandering over to the fire, and we offered them coffee.
"Thanks," said Natalie. "I don't think Dad knows how to make it, and I know I don't."
After about an hour, Bonnie and Sammy walked up. Bonnie took our coffee and then put her own pot on the coals. "We'll repay you when ours is perking," she said, and sipped her coffee with obvious appreciation.
I was watching Bonnie and Sammy, and there seemed to be an awkwardness between them. Several times I caught them exchanging glances, and I thought it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that something had passed between them last night. Whether it was the whole shooting match or not, something had happened, I was sure. Maybe a kiss? Maybe a touch? Maybe nothing, but there was a different tension between them.
After breakfast, the family set out on the trail again. I noted the order in which they walked as they entered the trailhead, with Sammy in trail and Bonnie right in front of him. She had a lush ass in her jeans, and I was sure it wasn't lost on Sammy.
Mom announced that she and Sarah were going to drive to the nearest town to get more supplies.
"Why?," I asked. "I thought we were going back at lunch."
"No," she said. "Sarah and I are going to call your dads and tell them we'll be back tomorrow or the next day. The weather is perfect, and there's no reason for us to rush back if we don't have to. That okay with you guys?"
Of course it was fine with Jim and I.
They were gone for several hours and, in the meantime, the family of four came walking back. Sam and Bonnie bustled around the campground, cleaning up, while Natalie went into the tent and Sammy came walking over to us. He sat beside us in front of the fire.
Clearing his throat, Sammy said, "You two have good relationships with your Moms. I wish I could be like that. She's always on my back about something, though."
Jim and I looked at each other. Clearly the time was right for a conversation, but who is going to admit to a stranger that he's fucking his own Mother?
Jim said, "Well, you can be closer. You just have to make an effort. Your Mom seems nice, and she is sure an eyeful, too."
Sammy looked over at her. "Oh, yeah. She's an eyeful, for sure. All my buddies call her the number one MILF in the neighborhood," and he laughed.
We laughed, too, and I said, "I can see why. Must drive you crazy, huh?"
He misunderstood what I was implying, and said, "Oh, I don't mind. I kind of agree with them."
Jim paused. "Then why don't you do something about it?"
Sammy looked at us. He had seen us enter our tents last night with our own Mothers, so he had to have some sort of idea what was going on.
"Wouldn't know where to start."
Jim looked at Bonnie, who saw us looking at her and smiled and waved across the campground. "You seemed to make a good start last night. Just treat her like you love her. You know how you eat an elephant?"
I laughed, and Jim and I said together, "One bite at a time!"
That night, there was a replay of the previous night. We all sat around the fire, talking and laughing. Mom and Sarah had bought more wine, so we were all enjoying the night. Again, Sam said he was tired and went to bed, and before long, Natalie made her excuses and left. As soon as they were in the tent, Mom and Sarah climbed on our laps, and after a bit of hesitation, Bonnie looked at Sammy and stood up. Sammy jumped right in the lawn chair, and Bonnie sat on his lap. Unlike the night before, she snuggled right into his chest and he did not hesitate to put his hand on her leg.
The sound of snores filled the campsite. It sounded like a damned chainsaw.
"He has apnea." Bonny explained. "At home he has a machine to help him sleep, but he didn't want to bring it camping. If you don't get to sleep before him, there's usually no sleeping at all."
Sammy groaned. "Not another night of it. Please"
Rather timidly, Bonnie said, "Well, we have the little tent. We could set that up over here. You want to do that?"
Sammy seemed enthusiastic. He pushed Bonnie off his lap and ran to their SUV to find the tent. Jim and I helped set it up, so that our three tents were in a kind of triangle formation, with theirs the farthest from the big tent, and about ten feet from ours.
We didn't stay up as late that night. First, Sarah stood up and took Jim's hand. Then Mom did the same with me. Bonnie stood up, awkwardly, and looked down at the ground. Sammy took her hand, and led her to their tent.
When Mom and I got undressed and settled, we snuggled together and I rubbed her soft little belly, letting my fingers drift down to her pubic hair. It was totally quiet, and then we could hear a rustling sound from Sarah's tent.
"You think they can hear it, too?" Mom asked me.
"I'll bet they can. You think they're going to do it?"
"I would bet on it. I don't know what went on last night, but they seemed a bit awkward with each other this morning, didn't they? Sarah and I wanted to stay, because this is the hottest thing we've ever seen, watching them. They both want it, that's for sure, but neither one will make the first move. I'm betting Sarah is making noise purposely so they'll hear."
"It worked for us, didn't it?"
Mom laughed. "Honey, we were almost there anyway. These two are just starting out, so who knows?"
She trailed her head down my stomach and, with a loud slurp, she took me in her mouth and sucked. I noticed she had put her wedding ring back on, and I watched as she pumped me with her left hand.
"Oh, God, Mom. You're an artist," I whispered, and then I grunted loudly as she brought me to the edge.
"Ssssh," she said as she crawled on top of me. She squatted on my chest, putting her pussy in my face, and I sucked and teased her clitoris. She moved down my chest, reached down to take my dick in her hand, and guided herself down on me. She started a slow rhythm, and her knees were squeaking on the sleeping pad. Neither one of us took long to have an orgasm, and then we collapsed in each other's arms, snuggling and kissing.
"I'm glad this happened," Mom said. "I knew what you wanted, but I was afraid. I'm glad you took charge, Honey. It wouldn't have happened if you didn't, you know."
I kissed her. "I'm glad, too. More than you'll ever know."
We then heard a slight movement from Bonnie's tent. It wasn't a loud sound. We could hear them whispering, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Then we heard Bonnie's voice, "Oh, Sammy," she said, as clear as a bell.
"I guess that answers that," Mom laughed softly.
"You think Natalie and her Dad...?," I whispered in her ear. Natalie was a little package, blonde like her Mother, with long legs and a pert little ass.
"I don't think so." Mom said. "I was watching, and I didn't see any signs. Besides, Fathers and Daughters just don't have the bond Mothers and Sons do."
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it. You came out of my body. Literally. You nursed my breasts. Mothers may not all admit it, but a baby suckling your breasts is very exciting. It's something we never forget."
I bent down and took her breast in my mouth. "Like this?"
Mom held the back of my head while she fed her breast to me with the other hand.
"Did you ever think of me sucking your breasts like this, Mom?" I asked, and then put my mouth back on her nipple.
"I'd be lying if I said I never thought of it. Sometimes, when you were being such an idiot, I used to think I could solve everything if I just gave you my breast again. It solved everything when you were a baby."
She climbed on my chest again, and put her breasts in my face. I obliged, and used my left hand to massage her other breast, while my right hand cupped her butt. She slid me back inside her, and we started a gentle motion. I rubbed my right hand up to the small of her back, urging her on, and then slid it down so my fingers were in the crack of her ass. I reached farther, and lightly rubbed my index finger on her little rosebud of an ass.
She paused her movement, and I thought maybe she didn't like that, then she roughly pulled my head deeper onto her breast and started moving more frantically. I pushed the tip of my finger so it entered her butt, and she gave a high-pitched moan. She stopped, shuddered, and then collapsed on me.
"So my Mom likes a little butt play, huh?"
"I didn't know I did, but I guess so. That was pretty intense."
The sounds from Bonnie's and Sammy's tent were no longer furtive and hidden. They were going at it, and Bonnie was a pretty noisy little fuck. We heard Sammy go, "Ssssh, Mom. You want to wake the whole campsite?" and then we heard Bonnie giggle.
The next morning as we all sat around sipping coffee, Sarah said, "Those damned animals were noisy last night, weren't they?"
Everyone laughed, though clearly Natalie and Sam didn't know what was so funny.
Natalie said, "I couldn't hear a damned thing for Dad's snoring."
Sammy and Bonnie looked at each other and laughed. Bonnie said, "Oh, Sammy and I slept pretty well, didn't we, Buddy, even with all the animal noises?"
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Text: Alli leaned against a tree trunk growing along the bank as she began to examine her find. It was a small, iridescent blue frog that she had just netted in the stream. The patterning on its skin was different from any other species known to inhabit this part of the rainforest. She grinned. Definitely a new species.
Alli had come to Costa Rica to study the declining amphibian populations there. Her area of focus was a small, uninhabited patch of forest by the coast, which had only been explored once before, back in the late 1800s. The rainforest was virtually untouched. The only sign of human interference was a narrow dirt road that led down to a long, crescent beach at the forest's edge. The streams and ponds above the beach were said to be teeming with amphibians. At the moment she was about a half mile up one of these streams, just out of earshot from the ocean. The area's isolation appeared to have helped prevent the creatures from being exposed to the deadly fungus that was now wiping out frog populations all over the world. This made it a priceless piece of habitat, and she had been extremely lucky to get this piece of land. Who knew what kinds of amazing new specimens she could find there?
Alli examined the frog more closely. Most of its body was the same iridescent blue-green as its back, but its fingers and toes were a deep maroon. The creature's eyes were completely black, and its ventral region was darker blue than the surrounding skin. She noticed a pair of spurs on its hind feet. Probably used in mating, she thought, which would make this a male.
This excited her. At 25, Alli was already working for her Master's Degree. She had always dreamed that she might discover a new species of amphibian, but she hadn't expected to find one so soon. At 5'6", she was pretty, though not gorgeous, with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a fairly modest figure. Her colleagues often joked why someone so pretty would be studying slimy little frogs, but she knew they weren't serious. Personally, Alli didn't think of herself as very pretty, but she also didn't feel particularly unattractive, either. Still, she didn't expect any boys to be trying to pick her up anytime soon.
Gently rotating the tiny frog to examine its legs, she was startled to feel the creature's spurs jab themselves into her thumb. Dropping the little amphibian, she examined the wound. Two miniscule puncture marks were oozing droplets of dark blood out of her thumb. The injury wasn't serious, and she shrugged it off. It doesn't even hurt, she thought. Her confidence renewed, Alli looked up just in time to see the little green frog jump into the relatively fast moving waters of the stream. She slapped herself. Why did she have to drop it?! Quickly stepping back into the stream, she reached her arms down to try and grab it...
...And just barely stopped herself from falling face first into a large rock. Looking up, she saw the forest around her spinning chaotically. Dizzy and nauseated, she collapsed in the stream, her head propped up against a rock looking up at the sky. Wave after wave of nausea coursed through her body, and her head swam with bizarre and disorienting colors.
It was a few minutes before she managed to recover enough to try and figure out what had happened. It was obvious that the frog had some type of poison that it had injected into her through those spurs, but it didn't make sense. No species of frog had an adaptation like that, and most poisonous frogs in this area had deadly toxins, rather than hallucinogens. That thought made her worry. Maybe the poison would kill her. Maybe she would slowly suffocate as her respiratory system shut down. Or maybe her skin would rot off as she was slowly broken down into liquid. Maybe she would drown before she managed to get control of her arms and legs.
It was this thought that made her realize that her pants were getting extremely tight. Not just her pants, but all of her clothes. She managed to lift her head enough to see her body...
...And screamed. What had once been a thin, fit looking torso was now a bloated, turgid ball, and it was still growing. Her belly had pushed its way out of her shirt and now looked several months overdue with twins. Just in front of her face were a pair of massive breasts, each nearing the size of volleyballs and stretching her shirt to its limits. She tried to get up, and was horrified to see that her arms had swollen as well, and refused to bend more than a few degrees at the elbow. She could see just past her belly that her legs seemed to be doing the same, filling up her once loose pants to the point of being painful. Desperately, Alli tried rocking herself onto her side to get up, only succeeding in making her gigantic belly bob back and forth like a water balloon. That's when it hit her: she was filling up with water.
The frog's toxin must had had some sort of compound that induced spontaneous cellular osmosis in the victim's flesh when in contact with water. The nausea must be designed to keep the victim incapacitated while the toxin made it to every part of the body. Then, they would swell up and become immobile, allowing the frog to escape unharmed.
Unfortunately, this information didn't help her at all, and she was brought back to reality by the loud ripping of her pants, which had finally yielded to the increasing pressure. This was followed almost immediately by her shirt. Her bra, which had snapped a couple of minutes before, fell into the stream and was swept away with the other scraps of clothing.
Alli sighed in relief. Now released from their confines, her legs and chest were no longer painful. However, without the clothes to constrict it, her body swelled out in all directions at a much faster speed. Her torso was now beginning to round out into an orb, and her cone-shaped limbs were quickly being absorbed into it. Her breasts had already begun to flatten out against her body, and Alli could feel her hands and feet begin to fill up as well. The fly-fishing shoes she had been wearing quickly ripped off as her feet became rounded and immobile.
Her body shifted as her back rounded out to match her front, and she felt her crotch, now level with her feet, hit the cold water of the stream. At this point Alli knew that she had no hope of saving herself, and that soon she would become a huge, round sphere. She pictured a water balloon being filled with water and bursting. This thought made her panic. Would she explode? Was she going to pop like a big water balloon? Once again she attempted to move, and once again all she achieved was a small wobble. Soon she couldn't even do that, as her body finally became a sphere with her head, hands and feet sticking out. It wasn't long however, before those were gone as well, leaving small bumps that were once her fingers and toes. Alli winced as, one by one, her finger and toenails popped off as the flesh around them swelled outward. She was now a featureless sphere with nothing except a head to indicate that she was once a slender young scientist.
Alli sat there as her body continued to expand outward. How could this happen? she thought. What did I do to deserve this? Why did I, Allison Veers, have the bad luck to end up a huge water balloon, doomed to eventually explode or just continue blowing up until there is nothing left to absorb? Why me?
These thoughts continued for several minutes, and still she continued to grow. Soon, she could feel the rocks underneath her shift slightly, and suddenly she was beginning to move. She moaned. She was rolling downhill, towards the... she gasped.
The ocean!
"Oh, no, no no no no!" she cried. "Please no!" But still her body rolled downward, bouncing around rocks and trees that jutted out of the stream. When she felt empty air she knew she had reached the waterfall about a quarter mile from the beach, and after a moment her massive gut hit the pool at the bottom. Alli's spherical shape billowed outward, spurred on by the huge amounts of water hitting her skin. She estimated it had exceeded fifty or sixty feet by the time it had drained the pool and continued down the slope. By now she could hear the waves crashing against the beach, and after a minute she felt empty air again.
She hit the soft white sand of the beach with a sloshing noise, and she lay there, her body quivering. Her head was turned away from the beach, facing the trees at a slight angle. Above on the slope Alli could see the path that she had created through the trees on her way down. It was very wide.
She couldn't feel the waves hitting her, which was a relief. She remembered that the beach was about a hundred yards wide on average; the distance became shorter or longer depending on the tide. She hoped that with the tide receding, so that she wouldn't start expanding again.
These thoughts left her mind when she heard a loud thunderclap. In the last dying rays of sunlight Alli could see the clouds looming ominously over her. Her worries were confirmed when she felt the first drops hit her body.
Her situation hopeless, Alli Veers began to cry.
Leon Alvarez made his way along the dirt road that ran through the sanctuary. He was scheduled to do some repairs to a section of the road on the other end of the forest this morning, as evidenced by the Bobcat resting in the flatbed he towed behind his pickup. He also hoped to check in on Alli to see how she was doing. He would be passing by her research site any moment now.
He came around a corner to see a large branch sitting in the middle of the road. Hitting the brakes and stepping out of his car, he stared in amazement at the long path of felled trees extending a good quarter mile up the hill. His eyes followed it down to the beach, where it ended in front of a massive, flesh colored orb extending two thirds of the way to the waves. It was completely featureless as far as he could see, but Leon had an unpleasant feeling that he had seen this thing--whatever it was--before.
He quickly moved the branch out of the path of his pickup and sped along the road, taking a turn to go down to the beach.
Slamming the car door behind him, Leon made his way cautiously down the beach. As he got closer he realized just how massive this thing was. It was easily two hundred feed wide, and almost as tall. In the warm morning sun the entire orb glowed a translucent pinkish yellow.
He noticed a small dark spot near the ground on the side of it facing away from the ocean. He quickly started walking toward it. As he neared it, the spot turned into a small, brown-haired head.
Brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a ponytail he had seen two days before on the head of Alli Veers. "Ms. Veers?"
Alli cracked open one eye and squinted up at the man who stood before her, concern and amazement written on his face.
"Leon?"
"S?, Ms. Veers. I... I'm not sure what has happened, but... I will attempt to help in any way I can."
"Do you have a phone?"
"A walkie-talkie, yes."
"Can you use it to call the Coast Guard, or the paramedics, or something?"
"S?, Ms. Veers. Right away."
"And Leon?"
"Yes, Ms. Veers?"
"Call me Alli. And, er... thank you."
The man smiled. "You are welcome, Alli." Alli managed to explain that she was absorbing water, and that she didn't want her body to reach the ocean. Leon was able to use the Bobcat to first dig a long trench that would direct the tide away from her, and then use the extra sand to pile up a barrier that would shield her should the trench fail.
The paramedics arrived by helicopter a few hours later. However, they weren't exactly sure what they could do. After a bit of explaining on Alli's part, they sent up a couple of people to capture some of the frogs, to attempt to create an antidote.
However, there was a more pressing matter at hand. Alli had come to Costa Rica in the middle of the rainy season, which meant that she would keep swelling from the rain. A group of men, Leon included, helped to extend and deepen the trench to help redirect the tide.
Despite their best efforts, Alli continued to expand from the rain. In five days, she was only a few feet from the high tide mark, and had broken down the barrier piled up around her. There was not much time.
Meanwhile, back in a laboratory in San Jose, scientists had completely mapped all the components of the frog's toxin. It was a remarkably simple compound, comprised mostly of chemicals that could be found in any science lab on the continent. The antidote was almost finished.
Unfortunately, it came a bit too late. Six days after her initial encounter with the frog, Alli hit the water at high tide. In fifteen hours, she had extended several hundred feet into the water, and was still growing at an alarming rate.
Meanwhile, the antidote was on its way... Alli had been crying now for almost fifteen hours. She had expanded beyond anything she could have imagined. She could feel the waves lapping against her sides, passing through her skin and into her hugely distended body. How big would she get? A mile? Two miles? A hundred miles?
She was still thinking these thoughts when she heard the thumping rotors of a helicopter. The noise drew closer, and soon she felt the large machine press down against her. Landed on her, it had actually LANDED on her! She realized that there probably wasn't enough room left on the beach for it to land. That though made her whimper again.
Soon a rope slid down her side, and a medic rappelled down and ran to her.
"We've got an antidote that we think will work. We can't find vein anywhere else on you, so we'll have to use your neck for the injection."
Alli closed her eyes and hoped as she felt the needle enter her skin... It took thirteen months and eight days for Allison Veers to deflate enough to be moved. The injection had worked, and she stopped swelling at a diameter of 1,562 feet, give or take a couple feet. Her height was smaller, due to her weight, only about 1,240 feet. Once again, give or take a few feet. It was hard to tell.
The incident was kept secret at the request of Ms. Veers. She wanted to publish a full report on the frog and the effects of its toxins. The scientists at the lab in San Jose were happy to conduct most of the research on the frog during her absence. They even offered to give her all the credit, but she refused. She did, however, let them give her the right to name the creature. Pedonychus Veersi, "Veers's Foot Claw," a deceptive name for a very remarkable creature. However, she just couldn't bring herself to include Inflatus in its name. It was just too weird, she thought.
At thirteen months and eight days, Alli had shrunk back down to a diameter of thirty-five feet, and was able to be moved to a facility in San Jose. She spent three more weeks finishing up her deflation, and checked out after almost exactly fourteen months of near immobility.
The paper was published in National Geographic, with pictures of the frog along with Ms. Veers during her recovery. The story made headlines around the world, and many different private companies began experimenting with the compound(which was fairly easy to synthesize) for various uses.
Alli was given a large scientific grant to continue her studies in the preserve. She had made a full recovery from the frog's toxin, and the only lasting effect was her finger and toenails. They never grew back after her expansion, and in their place was smooth, pale skin.
She had given most of the credit for the research to her colleagues in San Jose, and they received most of the interviews. She returned to the forest and set up a permanent base/living quarters near the stream where all of this began... All walked carefully along the stream, her eyes peeled for her famous little frog. In the corner of her eye she saw a spot of green, and in a flash had scooped up the creature in her net. She walked over to the bank, and sat down on a piece of dry ground with it. Carefully placing the frog on her hand, she gave it a soft prod.
It responded in the way she had hoped, and she placed it on the ground and leaned back as her head began swimming with colors. The tiny amphibian hopped back into the water and swam of hurriedly.
Recovering from the nausea, Alli carefully unbuttoned her shirt and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and shoving it in her backpack. She placed her hands against two large rocks and slowly eased her breasts into the water, making sure to avoid the other parts of her body. She felt them swell as they absorbed the cool clear water. She kept them there until she felt they were sufficient size, and then pulled them out. They dried themselves in moments.
They were roughly the size of basketballs, and they quivered with the water that filled them. Pulling off her shirt, Alli took a very large, stretchy sports bra out of her backpack. Fastening it onto her chest, she grinned. Perfect fit. She then pulled out an extra large T-shirt and pulled it over her chest. A little snug around the chest, but still good.
Alli next pulled off her shorts, and very carefully dipped her rear into the stream. It only took a few moments for her hips and butt to swell up to match her chest. Standing up again, she replaced her now too small shorts and panties with larger sizes. The next thing to come out of her backpack was a small syringe, which she gently injected herself with. Stuffing her discarded clothes and empty syringe back in her backpack, she headed back up to her research station.
The station was pretty much a two unit cabin, one section for all of her research and field equipment, the other for living in. Striding majestically into the bedroom of the living unit, Alli struck a pose in front of the full length mirror set up against the wall. She grinned at her exaggerated hourglass figure. What do you know, she thought. A bit of bad luck and my life is perfect. | null | [
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Text: I remember one time I went to a local amusement park with my friends. Our agenda for the day was fun--and eating cotton candy until we felt ready to explode. I wanted to go on the big rollercoaster, but none of my friends wanted to go on the thing with me, so I went by myself.
I ended up getting in the very back car and the rollercoaster ride began. I love coaster rides and always scream my head off. The cars went up, up, up to the peak of the first railed hill, then...ZOOOOOSH! Down the hill like a bullet. My mouth was open and screaming bloody terror all the way.
Unfortunately, I didn't know the experience would make me inflate!
All the air rushing against me--and me with my mouth wide open, screaming--caused my body to plumpen. After the first hill I found myself wedged into my seat rather snugly, my bloating breasts rubbing against the restraining harness that held me in place. The line of cars bucked and rolled along the rails and met another rise, going up, up, up, then...ZOOOOOSH! Down the other side again. I was crying out, less from the terror of the zooming ride and more from the fact that, with all that air rushing into me, I was getting huge in a hurry.
I looked ahead to the upcoming track; there were three or four more up- and downhill slopes yet to go. The ride continued and I found I couldn't stop crying and screaming--I was panicking hard, and as a result never closed my mouth. My body expanded larger and larger, swelling wider and broader as the air rushed into me. My breasts and belly grew so large and shoved against the harness so hard that I feared the restraint might break, sending me sailing off into the wild blue.
The ride finally ended after what seemed like hours, even though it probably lasted a minute or two. When the ride coordinators came to unharness me they found a very plump girl with belly and huge boobs squeezing out on all sides of the little coaster car. They actually had the gall to yell at me (after they unstuffed me from the car) saying pregnant women are not supposed to ride rollercoasters. I didn't say anything; what could I say? I just turned red and waddled away, jiggling and bouncing like a big carnival balloon.
I was just glad I hadn't ridden in the very front car... | null | [
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"Female Inflation",
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"...AN ID, SOMEONE GIVE ME THEIR FUCKING ID." Kevin screamed.
I stood there gazing down the hall in fear. Josh, who was now a massive Shark, lead the charge; his deep black eyes stared directly at me. The Monkey, Orca, and Reptile closely followed. What had they become? The four boys around me scrambled, a couple shirtless, myself wearing only my shower towel. I could smell their sweat, our aroma was driving the animals wild. We were panicking. All we needed was an ID...
I left mine in my room. Kevin was searching his pockets - nothing. The Shark was gaining, its large claws hammering down the hall. Someone had to have one, ANYONE! PLEASE!
"MOVE!" Scott yelled, pushing Kevin aside, sliding his ID card through the door lock.
"FUCK YOU DUDE." Kevin pushed Scott back, he collided into the side wall.
Mitch, Kevin, and Matt burst through the RA Lounge's door, I was last to enter. I could hear wild feet pounding towards the door.
"CLOSE IT DUDE, FUCKING CLOSE IT JASON!" Kevin yelled at me.
"ALRIGHT... S-SHUT UP!" I turned, pushing the door from the inside.
Where was Scott?!
He wasn't in the room with us... the door was half-way closed.
His arm shot through the side.
"LET ME IN-PLEASE LET ME IN!" His screams were frantic, I grabbed his arm pulling him towards me, keeping the door cautiously tight.
A force was holding him back. The Shark had grabbed ahold of his hips.
"NO... PLEASE NO... D-...DON'T LET IT-" I could hear his pants being shredded, he gripped my forearm, tight, ID in hand.
The other beasts were going to smash through this door... we were all going to be attacked... I had no choice. I jerked my arm frantically without a word and pulled it away hard. His grasp slipped, the ID fell to my toes. The Great-White grunted, Scott's pants had been shredded completely. His body ground against the door as the massive beast humped away at his back. I shifted my full body weight against it to counter the pressure.
"NO... WHY... I-ARGH-... H-HELP M-M-ME!" His screams were choppy as the Shark roared.
What was happening?
The Shark's pulsating cock bobbed between Scott's legs smacking against his own swelling dick and balls, brushing his abs; it jerked wildly. Cum splattered up between Scott's chest and the door, the front of his shirt soaking in it. I had the door open just a crack, the smell hitting my nose. It was disgustingly fragrant. I finally slammed it shut, the door locked. Scott's cries were muffled as the other beasts climbed on top of him. The three boys in the room backed far away as they heard his faint struggles. I looked through the small rectangular glass above the door handle. Watching everything.
The glass was foggy, but I could make out Scott's figure being ravished beneath the Monkey, Orca, and Shark. Their cocks pumped furiously above his body, tails wildly flicking around. His figure began to writhe as the Orca tore open his shirt, his chest and abs were bulging - damp with cum and sweat. He threw his head back moaning while the Monkey pointed its dick towards his mouth. A stream of cum spewed onto his face. He began to suck it down, his face contorting, his nose smoothing out. His hair dissolved. A tail sprouted, wildly waving between his legs. What the fuck was happening to him? His hands grabbed his own stiff penis beneath the Shark, his balls filling out, his skin growing smooth. He thrust it between his lubricated grasp, the tip prodding the Sharks strong chest smearing pre along the pecks. Cum erupted from the Sharks cock a second time gushing up Scott's tensing chest. The Orca lowered its head down to Scott's abs, its long dark tongue spreading across them, lapping the Shark cum. I could see Scott's form filling out similar to the Orca's, they had transformed him. His hips thrust wildly into his palms, cum spewed from the spasming shaft. Scott was now a mad-sex driven Orca. His cum soaked body shivered, fingers and feet flexing in the air as his transformation nearly finished.
My view was disrupted by the Reptile who was hidden from the scene. His face rose in-front of the glass. I froze. Its golden eyes stared into mine, blocking any view of the beasts behind him. It sniffed the air, flicking its tongue out. Any moment he could break through this door with his powerful muscles and violate us. But he didn't. He sniffed again... and again. Large thuds trampled through the hall, I couldn't see what was going on behind his head. His face began to fade behind the foggy glass, I swear I could make out a faint smile spreading across its reptilian lips. Where was he going? His body was fading, the hall was empty in the distance. Damp hand and footprints smeared the walls from the puddle of sweat and cum in the center. The last I saw was the Reptiles large scaly tail swaying above his asshole and massive package before snaking down the stairwell.
What just happened? I turned, hands on my knees, weak from the horror I had just witnessed. I looked at Matt... to Kevin, then to Mitch.
"What happened?!" Mitch asked.
"I .. I don't know... They raped him." I couldn't find the words. "...And he changed..." I tried to explain it.
"Changed? What do you mean "changed"?! The-fuck does that mean?!" Kevin threw his hands at me, nearly striking my bare chest.
"I DON'T KNOW. THEY... I DON'T KNOW... THEY TRANSFORMED HIM INTO SOME SORT OF BEAST... ORCA... AN ANIMAL!" I lost it.
"What the fuck do we do?" Matt said, his bare-feet stepping softly around on the carpet.
"I don't know." I said breathing tightly.
Kevin took a step towards the door's glass, I moved away. He looked into it. There was no sign of anything.
There was a small moment of silence. We settled down.
"We can wait here..." Kevin looked around. "We have food and comfort." He was more calm now. "We can wait until the police come, or the army... I don't fucking know. As long as I'm locked in here and those things are out there, I feel safer."
He was right, we *were* better off staying in here. We had conserved food in the refrigerators and comforters in the storage cabinets. It wouldn't be a struggle to setup and rest the night and plan in the morning.
"Let's set up camp." Kevin said, marching barefoot around a corner towards the storage.
We were all barefoot on the carpet. Matt was shirtless, I was shirtless, Kevin was as well. Mitch still had his. We all had loose shorts on, or, well, in my case I had a loosely hanging towel above my crotch. Being locked in a room with three other incredibly fit guys was making my groin stir. I wasn't entirely gay... I don't think I am... but sexy bodies like theirs could easily give me a raging hardn. But now was not the time to think about that.
As they moved blankets and pillows around the floor's center, I shifted towards the back windows. I looked through glass, it was dark and slightly foggy. I could see other creatures running rampant throughout the night: lizards and wolves breaking into cars - tearing the clothes off their victims. Cum spewing along their bodies and the glass. A late-night jogger was sprawled on a grass field, his asshole being dominated by a Horse. Two boys were mid-transformation into were-foxes, spewing cum along a park bench, grinding into each other's bodies. Muscles spasmed into more feral power, fur crawled across exposed bodies. It was a nightmare.
It wasn't long before our room was setup, we all just wanted to rest. I had to use the bathroom. The other three were lying nearly side-by-side on their blankets. Kevin had dimmed the center light of the room. I closed the bathroom door, turning the light on, lifting the seat. I took a long, stress relieving leak, flushed the toilet, and moved to wash my hands. I saw something strange above my left wrist.
It was a watermark or something, similar the residue of white toothpaste, dry. I looked at it closer. It was fairly small, no wonder I never noticed it. I brought it up to my nose. I sniffed it lightly. My eyes grew wide. It smelled like... dry cum... heavy. I thought back to the door-to Scott. The Shark... he must have... when he came... I looked into the mirror at my face. Nothing. I looked at my arms. Nothing was changing. I quickly scrubbed the cum-stain off my arm in the warm water. I didn't feel any different. I looked at my feet, nothing was happening. I grabbed my crotch, it didn't feel any stranger than when I normally grasp it.
I stepped out of the bathroom, turning the light off, shutting the door quietly. I tip-toed towards my blankets, my arm hidden behind my hip. Three hot bodies were comfortably resting on-top of their blankets... exposed. It made my mind stir just slightly. Could you imagine an orgy right now? ...What was I thinking? I couldn't help but eye up Matt and Kevin's shirtless bodies. They slept above the covers... the room *was* pretty warm. I shook my head adjusting my groin as I neared my bedding.
I lifted my towel up, peering down to my crotch... it bulged slightly. I felt like sleeping in the nude for some reason. I looked at the others, they were near asleep. We've all got a penis in here. Why not?
I stripped the towel off, the warm air coursed around my dick, it looked like it was swelling. I whispered a moan, tossing the towel to the side, sliding under the top blanket. I turned to my side. My eyes closed.
A few hours went by, they were fast asleep.
I felt really warm under these covers. I turned over. Shifting onto my other shoulder, my ass facing the other three. Why was I so hot?! I kicked my feet slightly, the blanket shifting down to my hips. I crossed my arms. My armpits felt... sweaty?! I was sweating?!
I opened my eyes just a crack, it was very dim. I rubbed my feet together under the blanket, they felt moist. My whole body was covered in a small glaze of sweat. I was whimpering. My groin felt incredibly hot. My knees buckled in to contain it.
I turned over once more, this time kicking the blanket completely off myself. I faced the others. Their chests breathing slowly. Why weren't they sweating? Was it just me? The room? My crotch began to tickle as I watched Kevin's chest rise and lower, the muscles looked so firm. My hand moved to my dick. I rubbed it gently. Maybe I could jack this off. Maybe that would help. I slowly rubbed my swelling penis. It felt really good... hot. I didn't know why it felt so intense.
I rolled onto my back, cushioning my head to a pillow, my eyes closed in pleasure. My cock was semi-hard, I began to pump it with my left hand. I grunted quietly, the arousal increasing, I've never felt this before. My head rolled back to the left, my eyes opening just slightly as I masturbated. Kevin was on his back. His face pointing towards the ceiling. My hand was damp. My cock was slick, I could feel pre leaking. It tingled. Strange and disturbing thoughts began to grow in my head. Kevin looked so sexy. I wanted to crawl over to him and lick his chest and suck on the pecks. Beads of sweat rolled down my brow. Before I knew it I was shifting to my hands and knees keeping low as my hand pumped away. I was slowly crawling towards him. What was I doing?! I was fighting myself, but I wanted to play with him so badly, my cock wanted it, *badly*. I could smell my testosterone, it was filling the room, engulfing my nostrils. I smelled so fucking good. I could feel the warm air lick at my asshole as I struggled towards him. He was lying next to Matt, far enough for me to climb over his delicious body. I pulled my hand from my cock, my head felt very dizzy. I reached across his toned chest, resting the palm of my hand above his head. I swung my right leg over his crotch, both knees spread at his ribs. I looked down scanning his body, a few drops of sweat fell to his chiseled abs. He was sound asleep. My cock bobbed above.
He tossed gently, his thigh brushing my right foot. It made me shiver with pleasure. I leaned forward, bending more at my knees so my cock was above his face. His mouth was peacefully open. I bit my lip, concealing a moan, the excitement in me was rising. I moved a hand to my dick, positioning the tip above his lips. I stroked it. It was lubricated by a vast amount of pre. I wanted him to taste me. I don't know why, but I wanted him to suck on it. I milked my member above his lips eagerly. Pre oozed from the tip. I lowered it towards his face, I could feel his warm breath on the head. Pre spilled from my cock as I grasped it harder, a strand dripped into his parted lips. I shuddered, it felt so erotic as it started to gush out of me. I pumped harder as more pre spilled along his mouth. I was feeling primal urges. The smell was making me erratic. I pushed deeper, my muscles were tensing. I heard Kevin moan, I could sense his arousal. His tongue slowly extended out of his mouth lapping at my tip. Pleasure shot through my body, I nearly collapsed onto his face. In his daze his hands reached up, caressing my sides. I wanted him to feel me, I pushed further into him, my cock entering his gaping mouth. It sloshed around in his pre-soaked saliva and he mindlessly started to suck my wet shaft. His knees spread as his hands drifted down, pulling his shorts from his legs, kicking them away. I raised my feet from the floor, resting the tops on his cock. I could feel it growing. It felt soft, thickening out, lengthening on my toes. I could feel his body heat rising. He moaned through the suction, eyes opening slightly, they were glossy. I began to thrust my hips gently downward. I was feeling wild... different.
As my feet rubbed against Kevin's growing dick they felt fuzzier. I felt fuzzy too. What was going on down there? l looked past his thickening arms exploring my glistening body, towards my ankles. I could see hairs sprouting around his groin while my feet had some of their own. I flexed my toes on his ball-sack, I could feel the orbs growing, he grunted in pleasure. I focused on my moist feet massaging his sack, the tops had dark brown fur, not hair, spreading rapidly up my sweaty legs, heading towards my ass. His sack was growing dark fur as well, the skin feeling more leathery. His knees shook in pleasure, I could feel him sucking harder, my body tingled everywhere. His hands explored down my back, towards my anus, fingers sliding down my crack, moistening from my sweat. He pushed two fingers into my hole, I could feel it quivering. His fingers were throbbing inside me, I nearly drooled myself. They were fusing together. Thickening. I looked to his cock, it was darkening. A sudden realization hit me. We were becoming beasts... we were... changing just like Scott... and Josh! The thought caused me to grind into his mouth, I couldn't control myself. His fingering and sucking sent me over the edge.
"E...ughh... EAHHH... HAWWWW" I cried as cum burst from my dick, pulsing in his mouth. My voice was different, more primal.
My heart was pounding, I sounded like an animal... and I loved every bit of it. I brayed softly, my eyes flickering in pleasure. I sensed Matt being disturbed, he was about to wake... and join us. In my shuddering state I reached a hand to Kevin's lips, cum was leaking from the sides, my dick was still spasming. I gathered a large amount, spreading them along my own thickening fingers. The nails were turning dark and solid. I brought it to my mouth, tasting just a little of myself. I groaned, it was delicious. I wetly popped my finger from my lips and smeared the taint along Matt's mouth. I forced my fingers in, the vast amount of cum spreading along his gums and tongue. His eyes shot open, he tried to scream, but my hand muffled him. He squirmed-kicking at his blankets, his shorts flying to his ankles, but my thick fingers were sturdy; fur sprouted from the skin, spreading up my arm. My nostrils began to flare, I could smell Kevin's dick. His fingers pulled from my hole. My cock released from his mouth, strands of cum dwindled from the tip. I shifted lower, my moist balls dragging along his abs. I could feel them growing, thickening, darkening. I moaned as they slid along him. Matt stopped struggling and instead started to suck on my two fingers slurping at my cum. Groans erupted from his throat. His hand grasped my furry wrist, pushing my fusing fingers further into his mouth. His other hand grasping his swelling penis, kicking his shorts off. Kevin brought his shaft to my ass-crack. I could feel him wiping it up and down teasing my hole, lathering my crack with his fluids. The sensation made me whimper, I wanted him inside me. My feet curled, the toes fusing together, the legs becoming digitigrade. I rubbed them down his calves, the toes forming into hooves. I could feel his own calves bulging, his feet contorting into hooves, his legs shifting. He rubbed my legs back, I leaned to his face, our lips met. We kissed, saliva lubricating our lips, the taste of cum spread along our tongues. I could feel his tip pushing into my widening ass, my pucker pushing out more animalistic, throbbing. I pushed back to him, my hole swelling around the head of his cock. He trust into me, *hard*.
We threw our heads back, both of us letting out a wild "HAWWW" as we fucked. Mitch had awakened. He tossed around in his blankets, shifting towards the sounds of us fucking. Matt noticed this. He removed my donkey-like fingers from his mouth, his own hand sporting fur like ours. He licked his cum-wet lips, quickly rolling over onto Mitch, I watched. Mitch struggled, he was still gaining focus.
"Hey! What are y-" He was cut off by Matt.
"Y-you... I need to fuck you- I need ... to change you." Matt grunted, his face incredibly glossy, sweating, his cock throbbing.
Matt struggled, "NO... NOT ME, GET O-" His pleas were silenced by Matt's mouth forcefully pushing onto his lips.
Cum leaked from his mouth into Mitch's. His feet kicked, but Matt had his arms pinned with his transforming hands. I could see Mitch's clothing dampening with sweat, the shorts tenting. He was starting to feel it too. Matt's muscles tensed as he madeut with Mitch. His ass was raised in the air, a tail sprouting at the base of the spine, the muscles flexing in pleasure. His furry legs began to shift digitigrade as his feet flexed, toes transforming into hooves. His throbbing dick began to squirt pre as he ravished the boys mouth.
I could feel Kevin growing inside me. His dick lengthening, becoming thicker every thrust. I "HAWWED hard", a tail sprouting above my crack. I could feel my face pushing out, the muscles straining, my ears lengthening. I looked down to him, his face was doing the same. I leaned down in beastly lust and began to suck on his lips. Our mouth's embraced wildly, changing together. My nostrils widened, inhaling his scent. I could smell Matt and Mitch as their bodies squirmed in their transformations. My own cock had been lengthening, the final changes were approaching. Pre spurted across Kevin's fur coated abs. It made me grind into him. I rubbed my chest into his, our pecks brushing together. He grunted hard, his knees lifting into the air, clasping my sides as he began to thrust faster. I could feel his body tense up, the muscles bulged, his arms sliding up my back, pulling me into him. My lips parted his, slipping to his shoulder. I could feel my second climax. His wet balls slapped against me hard, his hips bucked wildly. He was going to cum, I could feel it twitching inside.
"F-fuck me ... harder... f-FFFHAAWWWW" I brayed loudly, his thrusts hit my prostate. I came, my thick balls puling into me tightly. Cum spewed a second time from my long donkey dick up his abs and between our chests.
"eee-EEHHAAWWW..." Kevin grunted, his own cock erupted inside me, the surging shaft vibrated against my inner walls. He bucked with every wave of cum. His donkey-cock pulled out of me, a string of cum flew across the room. We lay there, spent, heaving and braying heavily, our tails flicking around. I reached back and caressed his shaft between my wide crack, my hole seeped with cum. I turned my head on his chest towards Matt and Mitch.
Matt, who was mid-transformation, released his grip, Mitch's hands struggled with his shorts. Their muscles throbbed with power. Matt started to rip Mitch's shirt off with his donkey-like hands. Tearing it down the center as Mitch's chest rapidly grew. Mitch ripped his soaked shorts from his waist, lifting his arms above his head. Matt grasped the wrists, pushing them to the floor, above his head. He leaned down as his face began to push out. His drenched tongue lapped out at Mitch's sweaty bare armpit causing him to squirm in euphoric pleasure; his toes flexed in ecstasy. Matt's tongue traced up to his sweaty chest gliding along his peck, encircling it. Mitch's legs spread, kicking up into the air, his ass exposed. His feet curled, the toes hardening, forming into hooves, the legs taking on our same features. Fur spread all along their bodies. Their cocks swelled up thick, leaking pre everywhere. Matt's was pointed directly at Mitch's hole. I watched him swiftly plunge into the widening asshole, a tail spurting outwards below it. Matt grunted as he thrust. Their heads parted in pleasure, Matt's face taking on the same donkey-like features as us. I groaned at the sight of it, a spurt of cum released from my dick as I kept rubbing Kevin's. We both continued to watch them fuck.
"YES... F-FUCK ME..." Mitch moaned, his facial muscles changing, fur encasing his skin.
"HAWWW.. EEH... HAWWW..." Matt brayed as he fucked Mitch harder.
Mitch's face didn't look as donkey as ours. I looked at his body, he was larger, the muscles were thicker. His elongating cock taking on a much thicker mushroom head; a muscular ring throbbed around its center. He was transforming into a horse. Both of them were reaching their limits, their balls filling out, slapping against themselves in the fucking.
"T...TRANS..F-FORM ME... UGHHH" Mitch neighed loudly to Matt.
His face had many horse-like features and his ears had elongated. The Anthro Donkey on-top of him bucked into him harder, Mitch arched his back. His horse cock squirted pre, followed by a massive wave of cum. He "NEIGHED" loudly as his body writhed in pleasure. The cum shot up Matt's chest cause him to "HAWWWWW" loudly. His asshole pulsed, arousing me as I watched. He pushed into Mitch one final time. He came. The excessive amount of cum flooded out of the horses ass-crack, soaking the blankets below. The musk from all the cum sent my senses into overdrive. My cock spasmed once again, a small amount of cum spewed out, streaming down Kevin's side. I moaned. I could feel his own donkey cock jerk wildly in my hand, cum drizzling down my wrist for his second time. We brayed together.
We were spent. The floor around us was soaked in cum and sweat. We had transformed into a group donkeys and a horse. I rested on Kevin's body, slowly humping away at his hard abs. Nothing could feel better than this. New urges began to take me over. Mitch and Matt got up, their faces filled with lust, they stumbled, thumping their hooves loudly to the door. I could feel the lust rising within me. Kevin began to get up, turning on his hands and knees, I followed behind him. My groin couldn't rest, my dick began to throb once more. These new feelings... my new purpose. The other Horse and Donkey left the room as Kevin got up on one hoof. I looked up, his balls hung freely in-front of my face, his asshole exposed. I gave him one last lick up the back of his sack, over his donkey pucker, sending a shivering wave of pleasure through him. The taste was marvelous. He brayed, pre leaked from his cock as he stumbled towards the door. I adjusted myself upwards, standing on my new hooves. My cock tensed in-front of me. I looked down my masculine furry body to the tip in the dim light. The shaft soaked with fluid. I smelled the air. I could sense other Anthro beasts tossing victims on their backs, fucking them nude, their bodies writhing in transformation. I needed to fuck... I needed to spread my cum.
I stammered to the door turning the handle; my hoof crushed the ID on the floor.
...They were all going to become animals. | Campus - Strain: ID (ACT II of II) by Riddler | [
"Donkey",
"Forced",
"Group",
"Horse",
"M/M",
"M/M",
"M/solo",
"Masturbation",
"Musk",
"Orca",
"Transformation"
] |
A couple of years ago, I had an on-going relationship with a woman that I had known for a long time. Amy was about five years younger than me, and stunningly gorgeous.
We had met when I was coaching her son in football. At that point, we were both married. We got along quite well, and joked around together a lot. Even during the off-season, we would run into each other, at grocery stores, school functions, etc.
Soon, though, we were both divorced. We went out on a date, wound up sleeping together that night, and remained friends. Neither of us was looking for a serious relationship at that point, so we maintained a "Friends-With-Benefits" type situation.
Last summer, she had a chance to travel overseas to see her cousin. She was planning on taking both of her kids, so she asked me to house-sit for her. She needed someone to feed her pets, water her plants, etc.
When she asked me, of course I immediately agreed. My lease was just about up on my apartment, which I didn't plan on renewing, so staying at her house would give me a chance to find a new place while she was gone.
She had a nice sized house in a corner of a cul-de-sac. I always teased her by calling her street "Hottie Lane." There was a total of six houses in her circle, four of which were occupied by beautiful women, including her.
Her neighbor to her left, Adrienne, which was the first house on that side, was my age, early 40's, with two incredibly gorgeous daughters who were both in college. The neighbor on the other side, Mary Beth, was married, beautiful, in her early 30's, and not too bright. At the other end of the circle was Mary Beth's sister, Kate, who was in her mid-30's, widowed, and after Amy, the second most beautiful woman on the street.
A couple of weeks before she left for her vacation, Amy threw a cookut for Memorial Day weekend, and invited all of her neighbors. I was running the grill and having a few beers while the women socialized.
Mary Beth's husband didn't attend, mainly because he was an anti-social asshole, but in large part, because he couldn't stand me. At Amy's last party, he tried making fun of me by mocking the fact that I was drinking top shelf bourbon and smoking a Cohiba. I retorted by telling him that it was hard to take someone's opinions seriously when they looked, and acted, like a cross between Larry The Cable Guy and Toby Keith.
Everyone else, though, was there, and a good time was had by all. At one point, Amy mentioned that I was going to be house sitting while she was gone. Mary Beth moaned that her husband was going to have a fit, with me living next door for a month, and Adrienne responded that she thought it would be nice having a man around for a while.
Towards the end of the party, while everyone was stuffed and either drunk, or almost there, Adrienne came up to me while I was making another round of Margaritas.
"While you are here, if there is anything you need, just let me know," she told me, speaking slowly and slurring a bit.
"Thanks," I responded. "I'll keep that in mind."
"I DO mean ANYthing," she told me, giggling, as she walked away.
As I watched her walked away, her hips swishing under her short jeans skirt, I saw Mary Beth walk towards me. I could tell that she was already drunk by the way that she wobbled on her feet.
"I just wanted to apologize," she told me, slurring heavily, "for what I said earlier. I didn't mean to insult you. I just meant that the asshole is going to be even more of an asshole with you here. Sometimes, I wish I wasn't married to him, he's such a jerk."
"Hey, no insult taken," I told her. "I have to ask though, are you ok? You seem a bit drunk."
"I am drunk," she responded. "But not drunk enough. I know that when I get home, the asshole is going to interrogate me, and then want to have sex. At least this way, I can just go to bed and pass out before he tries to stick that tiny little thing he calls a dick into me."
I was surprised that Mary Beth was speaking like that. She was usually very quiet and mousy, almost like she was afraid to voice an opinion. I knew that she was very devoted to her church, much like her sister. I just wrote it off as liquid courage.
At the end of the night, I had four drunk women on my hands, all to varying degrees. Mary Beth was obviously the worst off, but Adrienne wasn't too far behind. Kate was tipsy and slurring her words, but not too bad off. Amy was quite "happy", and I had to admit that I had quite a good buzz going.
I couldn't let these women walk, or rather stumble, home alone, even if it was no more than a few hundred feet at the most. I started walking them home, with May Beth first.
She was so drunk that I had to have her hold on to me. As I got her home, her husband opened the door and did not look happy that she was that wasted, or that I was walking her home, especially considering the fact that she was virtually hanging on me.
He started giving her grief, and I told him, quite simply, that if he had bothered to come over and visit, he would have been the one walking her home. His response was a basic and crude, "Fuck you."
"Oh," I responded. "How can I possibly recover from such a witty and biting comeback?"
He glared at me and slammed the door shut while I laughed at him, remembering what Mary Beth had said about him.
Next, I walked Adrienne home. As we got to her door, she thanked me for being such a gentleman, gave me a tight hug that lasted a few seconds, and reminded me that she was "just next door", in case I needed ANYTHING. I thanked her, and then went back to walk Kate home.
Kate, obviously, was the longest walk, although only a few hundred feet. As I walked her home, she hooked her arm in mine, and started telling me that she was glad that I was around. She asked me about my relationship with Amy, and when I told her that we were mainly just friends, I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was intrigued.
A couple of weeks later, I took Amy and her kids to the airport and saw them off. The last thing that Amy said to me before she went through security was, "Have fun while I'm gone."
I then went back to her house and settled in. That evening, I was enjoy the cool temps as I sat in the Tiki Hut that I had helped Amy put up the summer before.
It was a nice set-up back there. Sitting in the corner of the yard, along the fence separating her yard from Adrienne's, we put in a small refrigerator, a stereo, fire pit, and wicker seating. I was relaxing in a nicely padded chair with a beer and a joint. I don't smoke often, but I had taken some vacation time myself, and decided that this was a good time.
I hadn't lit up yet, just enjoying the breeze, when Adrienne showed up, wearing her usual mini-skirt, with a sleeveless button-down blouse and sandals . She walked into the yard and came right to the hut. "Making yourself at home already?" she chuckled as she saw me.
"Well, for the next couple of weeks, this is home," I told her. "What are you drinking?"
I made her a Margarita, and she sat next to me as we started to talk. She told me that her youngest daughter was gone on vacation with her dad and his family, and her oldest was working that night, waitressing at a local club.
As she went to put her drink on the table, she noticed the joint sitting there. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "I haven't seen one of those in years. I didn't know you smoked."
"I don't smoke often," I explained. "Would you care to join me?"
Giggling, she answered, "Sure, why not?"
As we smoked, I made her another drink, and had another beer myself. By the time we were done smoking, I could tell that Adrienne was toasted.
"So are you and Amy serious?" she asked, as she handed me her glass for another drink. She had a gleam in her eyes that told me that we wasn't just asking to be neighborly.
"We are just good friends," I answered.
"VERY good friends, judging from some of the sounds I've heard coming from her window," she giggled.
"You've heard us?" I asked, as I handed her the drink.
"Oh, I've done more that just hear you," she answered.
"Would you care to explain?" I asked, getting curious as to what she was leading to.
"I was outside one night and I heard some noises, so I went to check it out," she started. "While I was at the side of the house, I noticed that the sounds were coming from Amy's window, and I could see in. I could see you two, you know, doing it. She was very happy!"
"You were spying on us?" I asked.
"I wasn't really spying," she tried to explain. "I told you, I heard the noises, and I went to investigate. I was trying to be a good neighbor."
"By looking in her window, and watching us," I pushed.
"I couldn't help it. Once I knew what the noises were ..." she said.
"And you just happened to be on the side of the house, away from everything else," I said. "Did you enjoy being the voyeur?"
"I couldn't see very much, but what I did see was very hot, and sexy," she answered, almost in a whisper.
"Did you touch yourself while you were watching us?" I asked.
Adrienne hesitated before answering. "A little," she told me. "I did more when I went home, and went to bed."
Watching her, I could tell that the conversation, along with the booze and the weed, were getting to her. She was squirming a little in her seat, and I could see her nipples poking through her shirt.
"You're getting turned on just thinking about it, aren't you?" I challenged her.
"Yes," she answered softly.
"Do you wish that it was you, sometimes?" I pushed.
"Yes," she replied.
"Stand up," I told her.
Adrienne did as I requested, and walked towards me.
I could see her nipples poking through her shirt as I reached out to her. Looking her in the eyes, I smiled as I slowly slid my hand up her legs. She was breathing heavy and let out a moan and a sigh as I slid my fingers along her wet, satin panties.
"You are very excited, aren't you?" I teased.
Adrienne closed her eyes, and again whispered, "Yes."
I stood and took a small step towards her. Leaning in, I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her. I started lightly at first, but soon increased the passion behind the lip-lock.
As one hand slid behind her, just above her ass, and the other slid up to her shoulder blade, I lightly pulled her in closer and held her tight as I kissed her with even more intensity and passion, while my hands glided across her back.
Adrienne moaned, and wrapped her arms around me, returning my kiss. I slid one hand down, cupping her ass-cheeks and pulling her in even closer.
I knew that she could feel my hard cock pushing against her belly, just above her pussy, and soon enough, I could feel her moving her hips, trying to rub her pussy against my leg while she rubbed her belly against my stiff rod.
Slowly, I turned us so that Adrienne had her back to the seats. I started sliding my hand down to the back of her leg, just above her hem line. As I kissed my way along her jaw-line, I slowly slid one hand up under her skirt, gliding softly along her leg towards her ass, while the other hand slowly slid up under the back of her shirt.
As my lips made their way to the spot just below her ear, and just above her jaw, Adrienne gasped and pulled me in tight, enjoying the feel of my fingertips. She started wiggling her hips again, almost humping my leg, as she gave in to the sensations.
Slowly, I pulled away from her, and directed Adrienne to the larger seat in the hut, basically a well-cushioned wicker couch. I placed her in the center, and sat her there. Sitting myself to her right, I briefly resumed kissing her, wrapping one arm around her back, and putting the other at her side, just below her arm.
As I worked my way back to her neck, I slid my free hand across her body, while Adrienne held me tight and moaned into my ear. My hand went from her side, with my thumb grazing along the side of her lightly covered breast, down her body, until it was lightly sliding along her beautiful legs, down to her knees.
Slowly bringing my hand back up her legs, I slid my fingertips just under the edge of her skirt as I started kissing my way down her neck towards her chest. Adrienne moaned and gasped as I slid my hand up higher under her skirt, and I kissed my way down along the edge of her blouse, kissing as much of her neck and chest as was exposed.
I went down one side of her chest, following the edges of the blouse, and up the other side. As I kissed my way up the side of her neck, I slid my hand even higher, raising Adrienne's skirt almost to her hips.
With my hand very lightly cupping her mound, my lips reached her ear. "I'm going to need two hands, if I'm going to keep kissing and licking my way across your chest." I felt her gasp, and I continued. " Now, I can use both of my hands," I told her, applying a little pressure on her hot pussy, feeling the warmth and moisture radiating from her, "or you are going to have to help me."
As soon as I said that, her hands flew down to her blouse, and started opening the buttons. As soon as she had the top one on-done, her hands flew to the next. Reaching down, I took her hands in mine.
"Slow down," I told her softly. "My lips can't move that fast!"
Adrienne laughed softly, and exhaled, relaxing. I resumed kissing her neck, and slowly started back down her chest, this time covering more flesh. This time, instead of working my way up and down, I started going side-to-side, pushing the blouse open at the edges.
As I worked my way towards the next button, her hands slid back up and undid it. This time, she didn't drop her hands, she kept them at her sides.
We continued like this, she unbuttoning her blouse for me as I kissed and licked my way across her slowly baring chest while my fingers started to slide underneath the panel of her panties. I could feel how hot, and wet, her pussy was, and I knew that I wanted to taste her juices.
Eventually, Adrienne's blouse was open and I kissed and licked my way around, over, and across her tissue-thin bra. I couldn't believe that a bra that thin could hold up a pair of breasts like hers as I flicked my tongue across her nipples.
I had both nipples stiff and pushing against the fabric when I pulled back slightly. I slipped a fingertip into Adrienne's wet pussy as I started to blow gently across her wet nipples. She moaned, and started to move her hips, trying to get more of my finger inside if her.
I bent down and started to nip at her hard little nubs as I pushed my finger in deeper. She groaned again, and held my head in place as I flicked my tongue across a nipple. Finally, she reached up and un-did the front clasp to the bra, and then pulled the bra open. Grasping both of her tits in her hands, she squeezed them while she moved her hips, trying to get a better angle for my hand.
I slid a second finger into her, burying both of them as the heel of my hand rubbed against her clit. Moving my hand around, while she squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples, I started looking for the spot along the top of her pussy walls as my fingers wiggled around.
Listening to her gasps, and watching her body jump and shake when I passed over one particular spot, I knew that I had zeroed in on her magic button. I slid my fingers out of her pussy, to Adrienne's moans of disappointment, and brought them up to her tits. I showed her my shiny wet fingers, and then started to rub her juices around her nipple.
I had rubbed all of the fluid from one finger off, and then I held the other finger up, looking at her. Keeping eye contact, I slowly ran my tongue up the length of my finger, tasting her juice. She started squeezing her tits again, never once taking her eyes off of my hand.
I held out my hand, offering her a taste of my finger. With a slight smile, she opened her mouth, and leaned forward to take my finger in. She sucked and licked her wetness from my finger, giving me a hint to what I had coming to me when I offered my cock to her lips.
Leaning in to her, I flicked my tongue across her stiff, pussy-juice covered nipple as my hand slid back down her body. I could detect a taste of her muskiness coating her hard bud as she held her tit up to me as an offering.
As I sucked the nipple into my mouth, I slid my fingers back under her panties and into her hot, wet pussy. Adrienne gasped loudly as I sucked hard on her nipple, taking it in as deep as I could, and buried two fingers deep into her soaking, sweltering pussy.
I kissed my way across her chest, licking and sucking on her other tit, and then started sliding my way down her body, which was already starting to glow with a sheen of sweat.
I kissed down her belly, and heard a sharp intake of breath as I ducked my head under her skirt. I slid my fingers out of her pussy, reached up, and slid her panties off.
Holding her legs in the air, I leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of her mound. As I kissed down the sides, passing over the edges of her labia, Adrienne moaned loudly again, and I could feel her body start to shake just a little.
I slid my tongue up one side of her slit, slowly dragging it from her ass up along the edge, up around the side of her clit hood. Then, I started on the other side.
"Oh, god, that feels nice," she moaned as I flicked the tip of my tongue across the top of the shaft to her clit.
Kneeling between her legs, I slowly slid my tongue out and flicked it around the seeping wet hole to her pussy. As I leisurely dragged my tongue up her wet slit, she started to wiggle her hips and reached down with her hands, placing them at my head.
With a tongue full of her oozing elixir, I spread her juices along her slit, until I reached her stiff little clit. I flicked my tongue quickly at the tip of her sensitive bud, and she jumped.
"Oh my god!" she yelped. "Oh, yes! I haven't had my pussy eaten since I was in college. Please eat my pussy!"
I leaned in and started to dance my tongue all over her pussy, paying a lot of attention to the shaft right behind her clit. I slid my tongue down her slit to her oozing pussy. I lapped up her juices, spreading them around, and then slid my tongue deep into her pussy.
With my tongue flicking at the top wall of her wet hole, and the tip of my nose wiggling just under her clit, Adrienne started to gasp and moan even louder.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "Oh, god, I love this! This feels so good!"
After tongue fucking her for a couple of minutes, I slid my tongue out, and licked a little further down. Pushing Adrienne's legs up, my tongue quickly passed over her ass. That brought out a loud intake of breath, and her body tensed for a moment, and then she relaxed again.
I took another pass at her ass, and this time, she sighed as my tongue rimmed her tight ass. She had started squeezing her tits, and was pulling on her nipples as my tongue flitted across her tight back hole.
As I let her legs down, I slid my hand up so that my fingers were poised just at her pussy. I started to lick around her clit, and slipped a finger just to the mouth of her wet hole. I wiggled my finger around just inside her steamy opening as my tongue stroked her clit.
"Oh my god! Yes!!" she exclaimed as I added a second finger and slid them both into her pussy.
I started to slide my fingers in and out of her hole, which was getting wetter by the second. When I increased my attack on her clit with my tongue, I started stroking the top of her pussy walls with my fingers.
"Oh, my goooddd!" Adrienne whimpered as she started moving her hips around. By now, she was switching back and forth between squeezing her full melons, and pulling hard on the nipples, stretching them out.
When I added my little finger to the mix, wiggling around her asshole, Adrienne started to buck and wiggle her hips even more. With two of my fingers teasing her oozing pussy, and my pinkie pressing at her back door, Adrienne really started to explode.
"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" she exclaimed as she pushed back against my finger, forcing the tip into her ass.
I wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it, as I slid my fingers in and out of both of her tight holes.
She reached down and grabbed a hold of my head as she started shaking. She was pressing her hot, wet mound harder against my face, as she wiggled her hips, getting all of my fingers even deeper than before.
Soon, Adrienne was gasping for air as I increased the speed with my hand.
"Oh my god, I'm cumming!" she moaned loudly. "Holy shit! I'm cumming! Oh, baby, yes! I'm cumming!"
I felt her pussy start to clamp down on my fingers, and I could feel her ass pulsing on my pinkie as she exploded. I also felt a gush of juice come from her pussy, soaking my hand to the wrist. Her hips were bouncing everywhere, and her body was shaking.
I slowed down on her, and she soon started to come down from her orgasmic high.
"Oh my god! That was incredible!" she whispered as she got her breath back. "I can't ever remember cumming like that!"
"Well, I'm glad that I could do it for you," I told her as I stood. After placing a kiss on her lips, I stood before her and proceeded to drop my shorts, boxers and all.
"Would you like to show me what you can do?" I asked , as I held my semi-hard cock up. Smiling, Adrienne reached up and wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft. She started stroking my cock, looking longingly at it.
"You have a beautiful cock," Adrienne said. On a down stroke, she held the skin tight as she lowered her mouth over my pole. She slowly took as much of it in as she could, eventually getting all but the last couple of inches.
Adrienne started bobbing her head on my cock, making it even harder. Slowly stroking my shaft, her lips followed her hand, up and down my cock. Every once in a while, she would let it drop from her mouth and lick along the underside, and around the head, and then drop her mouth back down, taking me in deep.
"That feels good," I told her as she took me deep, and sucked me hard. She continued to suck and lick all over my cock while she stroked the length.
After a couple of minutes, I pulled out of her mouth and stood her up. I stepped behind her and sat on the couch, turning her to face me. As she straddled my legs, I placed my hands on her hips and softly pulled her down on top of me.
Adrienne squatted over me, her hot, wet pussy hovering just above my hard cock. She reached down and took a hold of me, and lowered her body a little more.
Adrienne slid my cock up and down the length of her slit, and then wiggled it just at the wet opening to her hot, steamy hole.
Slowly, looking me in the eyes, she lowered her body further, her tight, wet pussy over my hard cock. As our hips met, and I bottomed out, we both moaned. I held Adrienne still, letting her get used to my girth, and then started moving my hips around, grinding against her pelvis.
"Oh, my god!" she breathed into my ear. "Oh my god! I have never felt so full!"
As she got used to my thickness, Adrienne started moving her hips, grinding along with me. After a couple of minutes, I took a hold of her hips, and started raising her on my shaft.
As I lowered her back down, she moaned again. "Oh, yes! That feels soo good!" she sighed as she started to ride my cock. I sat back and watched as she slid up and down on my hard rod, rubbing and grinding against me when I was bottomed out inside of her.
While she rode me, I reached up and squeezed her nipples, pulling gently on them. As she ground her hips against me, I leaned in and took her nipple in my mouth.
"Ohh!" she cried out as I grabbed her ass, pulling her in closer while I sucked on her nipple. "Oh my god, yesss!"
We ground together like that for a couple of minutes, with Adrienne moaning in my ear, until I heard her start panting, and she started bouncing up and down on my cock.
"Oh yes!" she cried out. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum again! Oh, shit yes!"
I reached up and softly pinched her nipples while she bounced on top of me, and that set her off.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she slammed herself down on me.
I squeezed her asscheeks while she ground her pelvis against me, and she continued panting and moaning.
Just as I slid one finger to her asshole and flicked it over her tight little anus, Adrienne exploded.
"Oh my god! Holy shit!" she exclaimed loudly. "Oh my god, I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"
I could feel Adrienne's tight pussy pulsing on my cock, and her juices flowing down to my balls while she sat on top of me, trying to catch her breath.
"Oh my god," she finally whispered, giggling.
I flexed my cock, still deep inside her hot, wet hole, and she jumped.
"Oh my!" she said softly. "You're still hard!"
"Yes, I am," I told her flexing again.
"Good," she responded, rising from my lap. Lowering herself to her knees, she took my hard shaft in her hand and started stroking it.
Adrienne stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of my cock. "Mmm," she said softly, still stroking me. "I taste good on your cock. I had forgotten what that tastes like."
She started sucking my cock for a minute, and then stopped. Looking my in the eyes, she stroked my cock, and said, "I used to be pretty good at this, but that was a long time ago, and I've never tried it with anything like this."
Maintaining eye contact, Adrienne started lowering her mouth over my cock, slowly taking as much as she could, as deep as she could.
On her first descent, she took all but about an inch. She continued to take a bit more each time, until she got it as deep as she could.
As deep as she took me, with the suction she was applying and the way she started stroking my balls, I had to sit back and collapse.
"Oh my god!" I moaned as she took me deep. I could feel her tongue moving along the sensitive underside on each stroke. "That is incredible!"
Looking into her dark eyes as she sucked my cock, she smiled and mumbled what I think was, "Good."
After a few minutes, Adrienne stopped and rose. "I'm sorry," she said. "I wanted to keep going, but your cock is so thick it was making my jaw sore!"
"Oh my god!" I breathed. "Do you think I'm going to complain about ANYthing, after that?"
She giggled again, and said, "Well, I'm glad you liked it."
Pulling her to me, I sat up and lowered her back on top of my cock. We both sighed as she made it all the way down, and then I took her legs and wrapped them around my waist.
"Hold on to me," I told her as I got my legs under me.
Adrienne wrapped her arms around my neck, tightened her legs, and then asked, "What are you going to do?"
I stood, Adrienne on my pole, and walked us towards the side wall, where I had a hammock hanging.
"Oh! Oh!" she yelped with every step I took, grinding against me.
When I reached the hammock, I pulled it towards us, and placed Adrienne on it, across it, still impaled on my cock.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, sprawling out. "That's nice!"
Placing her feet over my shoulders, I took a hold of the hammock and started swinging it, causing my cock to slide in and out of her.
"Oh my god, that is SO GOOD!!" she moaned as I fucked her wet hole.
On one swing into me, Adrienne grabbed a hold of my arms and pulled herself in close.
"Oh!" she yelped, as she felt my cock slam in deep.
Stepping back, I pulled my cock out of her hot hole, and turned her over. As she lay on her belly, feet on the ground, I stepped behind her and slid my rod back into her depths.
"Ohhh!" she moaned as I took short strokes, sometimes shallow, just at the opening, and sometimes deep, buried inside of her.
I could tell that her legs were starting to tire, so I reached underneath her and pulled the hammock down further, so that she could lay on it on her belly.
As she reached up and grabbed a hold of the far side, I lifted her legs, tucking them under the hammock, bent, so that I could hold on to her ankles.
She wiggled her hips, and I started to fuck her, faster and harder. Soon, Adrienne was gasping again.
"Oh shit! Yes!" she moaned into the hammock. "Oh my god, that is so nice!"
Pulling her back into me, slamming my cock in deep and hard, she cried out again. I pulled out of her pussy, and started to slide my cock along her slit, from her clit up to her asshole, spreading her juices.
As my cockhead passed over her puckered ass, Adrienne gasped and moaned as she wiggled her ass for me. I slapped my cock against it a couple of time, and then slammed it back into her wet pussy.
"Oh my god!" she yelped. "Oh yeah, fuck me!"
I started sliding my cock in and out of her hot, wet depths, changing speed and depth, as she bucked back against me on every downstroke.
Looking down at her ass while we fucked, I saw the shiny juices spread across her anus. I placed my thumb there, and started sliding it around.
"Oh, yess!" Adrienne hissed as my thumb played with her asshole. Soon, I started applying a little pressure with my thumb, and her ass opened a little.
I started sliding my thumb into her ass, little by little, as she swung on the hammock, my cock sawing in and out of her.
"Oh my god, yes!" Adrienne cried. "That feels SO GOOD!"
As I started sliding my thumb in and out of her ass in rhythm with my cock in her pussy, Adrienne really started going off. Throwing her feet to the ground, she pushed hard against me, burying both my cock and my thumb.
I could feel her pussy start to pulse, and I felt the familiar tingling in my balls, so I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
Before I could say anything, Adrienne started gasping and panting again. "Oh my god! I'm going to cum again!"
"Oh, baby," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum too. You feel so good!"
"Yeah baby," she exclaimed loudly. "Cum for me, baby. Cum with me!"
"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked her, getting short of breath.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, "cum deep inside my pussy. It has been so long since I've felt a man shoot off in me!"
"Oh yeah!" I moaned as I felt myself getting closer.
"Oh, baby, I'm cumming!" she yelled. "Oh my god, I'm cumming! Again!"
"Oh, yeah, baby, me too!" I exclaimed as I blasted what felt lie a huge load into her hot depths. I could feel her pussy pulse on my cock, her ass squeezing my thumb, and her juices flowing over my balls as we stood there for a minute.
We finally collapsed together, on the couch, catching our breath. I heard some movement in the bushes as we sat there, but I wrote it off as just a critter. Finally, before we both fell asleep, Adrienne rose and started getting herself back together.
"I've got to get home," she said softly. "Lizzy should be getting home soon," she told me, referring to her daughter.
Before she walked into her yard, Adrienne turned and looked at me. "A whole month, huh?" was all she said, stepping into her yard. | House Sitting Ch. 01 | [
"house sitting"
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"Welcome ladies and gentleman to the Thursday morning edition of Fox and Guests. This morning's edition will be split into three parts; one will follow immediately after this one is concluded. The third will be aired tonight on "Fox and Guests Extreme"; it will be a wild episode. My Name is Martha MacCallum and I'll be hosting this wild edition."
"I'll give you an overview of what to expect and if you shock easily, you may want to skip today's show, but if you don't I tell you, I think it's one you'll never forget. If any of you watch our Cable broadcast shows you most likely saw advertisements for Jenny Greg, Waist Watchers and Nutra-system. Well today on our show we'll be hosting the spokeswomen and living-proof examples of how well their products work. The spin about our shows today, these women now are very, very proud of their weight loss and want to show off their new found bodies. The first show is rather limited because of their limited spokeswomen and exposure. So without further ado, for Jenny Greg let me introduce Kristie Alley and Valerie Bertinelli. Come on out her Valerie and Kristie."
They came out and both looked amazing with their new gorgeous bodies and Valerie smiled broadly at the camera; "I'm proud of my thirty-five pound weight loss and couldn't have done it without Jenny Greg. I promised myself when I lost my excess weight, I would film my fantasy. I hope you enjoy watching it half as much I enjoyed making it!"
Kristie stepped forward; "Hello everyone, I just like Valerie could not have dropped my ninety-five pounds without the help of Jenny Greg. I had promised myself, just like Valerie did; I wanted to showcase my new slimmed down body. My fantasy, to put it lightly is a little fucked up, but if any of you know me, so am I!" I believe my video will be shown after Valerie's. Like I said it's a little more risqué and wanted you to enjoy her video too."
Martha came back into the camera and was blushing from Kristie's off colored speech, but seeing what was about to be shown, it was appropriate. "Okay just a little background on what you are about to see. Valerie's fantasy was to pay back her ex-husband Eddie Van Halen's extra-marital affairs while they were married and on the other hand satisfy her craving for some strange cock. She's good friends with Jennifer Lopez and after contacting her; she was assured she could get Keith Urban to hook up with her, especially seeing they were on the road for so long doing the preliminary auditions for American Idol."
"While they were on location in Salt Lake City and seeing Keith's wife, Nicole Kidman was in Europe, shooting on location, Jennifer told me he was crawling up the walls and was flirting more and more with the contestants. She knew he was ripe for a hot one night stand. So without further ado, here is the weight loss prize Valerie Bertinelli requested!"
The screen came to light and standing in a Salt Lake City hotel was Valerie. She was looking out a huge picture window, gazing at the snowcapped mountains surrounding the city. The door opened and in walked Keith. He had a huge smile plastered on his handsome face. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt he moved over to the apprehensive Valerie, who looked amazing with her dramatic weight-loss and recently toned body.
Valerie was dressed in a slinky, off the shoulder dress. The dress had a huge vee in it, her ample breasts threatened to burst free and with a slight shove on either shoulder, the dress would surely fall from her new slim body. The dress showed her now, tiny waist and womanly hips. Her new tight ass showed prominently in the slinky dress. It flowed freely around her legs and ended at her tiny feet. Her dark, chocolate brown hair was ratted and hung down past her shoulders and danced about her trim body. She bit her lower lip as she stared into the blue eyes taking in her lush body.
"Good afternoon Valerie, how are you doing?"
She smiled as she stepped forward and placed her hands on his chest; "I'll let you know once you kiss me!"
Keith's hands came up and cupping her gorgeous face, he locked his fingers in her silky hair and tilting his head, his lips parted slightly and closed over hers. They were remarkably soft and as the kiss grew, his tongue slipped into her mouth and the kiss grew hotter and suddenly more urgent.
Valerie's body leaned into the kiss and her body was glued to Keith's firm toned body. She moaned onto his mouth when she felt him gathering her flowing dress up in his hands and a rush of cool air surrounded her bare legs. She let out a louder groan when she felt his calloused fingers slid across her bare upper thighs and cupped her tight, nearly bare ass cheeks. She thrust her hips involuntarily against his growing cock as she felt his fingers squeeze her ass even harder.
There was a knock on the door and Keith broke the kiss and moved over to the door, opened it and giving the man outside a rolled up bill, took the tray and kicked the door shut; "I thought you may like a glass of champagne to celebrate your achievements!" He popped open the bottle and poured two flutes, handing one to Valerie, he clinked glasses; "To you Valerie, congratulations and to a night, hopefully neither of us will not soon forget!"
She smiled and looked over the rim of the glass and sipped the light amber colored liquid. Licking her lips responded; "Mmmm, very nice Keith, I wonder if it tastes better licking it off your bare skin!" She sucked in her breath when he crossed his arms and removed his shirt. Tipping the glass, he trickled the champagne from his shoulder, down across his tight pecs and down to his belly. Placing the glass on the tiny table, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards his glistening body and smiled; "Why not give it try and let me know? If it is good, maybe I can try some on you too!"
She didn't have to be asked twice and her brightly colored lips descended onto his shoulder. Her tiny tongue darted out and began flicking at the amber liquid that wet his body. She moved lower and her tongue flicked out and twirled his stiffened nipple. Closing her lips around it, she drew it between them and sucking hard, she once again brought her tongue into the action. She paused briefly and gazed up into his dazzling blue eyes with her smoky dark brown eyes. Lust was smoldering behind them and letting out a deep groan, she let go of his nipple and kneeling before him traced a wet line down from his nipple, across his ribcage and down to his belly where his jeans were wet from the champagne.
Her hands deftly ripped open his pants and lowered his zipper. She tugged hard on his jeans and he kicked them away. While he was doing that, Valerie picked up the bottle of champagne behind her and tipping the bottle at his belly button, the bubbly flowed out, collected in his belly button and flowed down past his dark hairline that led to his straining cock. It splashed across his cock and balls and ran down his leg. Placing the bottle on the floor, Valerie let out a deep guttural moan and buried her face in his toned body. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Her hands ran around and cupped his tight ass and as her mouth approached his cock, she heard Keith let out a loud gasp.
Keith mustered up all his strength and pulled away from Valerie and she looked very disappointed. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks and moved over to the bed. Sitting on it he crooked his finger in a fashion to direct her to him.
Her face lit up when she saw this and moved over to him and stopped when he motioned for her to do so.
"Okay Valerie, I think you want this nearly as bad as I do. I want you to do exactly as I say, can you do that?"
She nodded!
He shook his head; "Oh no Valerie, I want to hear you say it!"
She nodded and in a very deep whisper replied; "Yes Keith, I understand and will do whatever you ask, just don't make me wait too long, please!"
He smiled; "Okay Valerie, go and bring the bottle of champagne over to me, along with the two half full glasses!"
She turned and did as instructed. She handed him the bottle and he placed it on the end table. "Okay Valerie, please turn around and face the window. I want you to lean back slightly and shake your head a little allowing your hair to swipe back and forth across your naked back."
She twirled around and did as he instructed and she heard him let out another tiny moan, looking back she watched him slowly stroke his stiff cock. It wasn't overly large, she estimated around six or seven inches, not the biggest she's swallowed, yet larger that a lot she's experienced, just big enough to pleasure her mouth and pussy without tearing her apart.
"Okay Valerie, please slip your dress off your shoulders, but leave it around your waist!"
She slipped the material off her upper arms and catching it in the crook of both arms she slid out of it and stood there with her back to him, bare to the waist.
"Mmmm, very nice Valerie; I love how your wild hair dances around your bare shoulders and back. Now please lean over, push that gorgeous ass out towards me and slowly slip the dress off your ass and down to the floor."
Valerie took a deep breath and leaning over, Keith got his first glance of her full and firm breasts as they hung down from her trim body. She wiggled her hips from side to side as she worked the dress off her hips. She drew it down across her tight ass and Keith's eyes darted from her tits to the incredibly tight, firm tiny ass.
The dress fluttered to the floor and she kicked it aside and was just about to stand upright when she heard Keith speak again; "No, no don't Valerie, just stay like that for a few moments. I just want to take in the gorgeous sight before me." His eyes darted from her tight ass, to her shapely legs. At 5'5" her legs were just long enough to wrap around his body. Her feet were still trapped in 4" fuck me heels and looking back up her noticed her ample hips and her new tiny waist; "Okay Valerie, please straighten up and slowly turn around." He held his breath as she did just that!
She turned a couple shades of red as she blushed, but did little to hide her gorgeous figure. Her smoldering dark eyes darted from his eyes down to his cock where Keith just continued to stroke it slowly. She licked her lips; she was so close to sucking it earlier and was determined to do that soon enough. She watched him let go of his cock and it stood high and stiff before him. She looked up and he once again wiggled his finger at her to approach him, she did just that and stopped directly in front of him. She let out a squeal when he reached out, gripping her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed, planting her flat on her back as he hovered over her.
Valerie squirmed on the bed, her long, chocolate brown hair surrounded her face and made her look angelic, but looking lower, anyone could see, she was anything but angelic. She licked her full red lips and sucked in her breath as she felt Keith's body slowly closing over her tiny, yet lush, receptive body. She closed her eyes and groaned even louder when she felt the hair on his chest scrape across her stiff and pliable nipples.
Keith's lips closed over hers and his tongue was met with her active tongue. They danced back and forth and as his lips locked tightly on hers, he rammed his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands were running up and down her squirming body and as he cradled one thigh in the palm of his hand, he felt her thrust her hips upward trying to make greater contact between her pussy and his stiff cock.
Keith pulled back and attacked her neck and ear. He moved to the other side and sweeping her hair to one side, exposed her other ear and sucked and nibbled at it as his lips moved to the nape of her neck. Sliding lower he began planting wet kisses on the upper slopes of her full C cup breasts. Skipping around her nipples, he paid homage to the sides and undersides of each straining tit.
Valerie was moving her head all around and tried to direct his mouth to her aching nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he finally relented and drew one stiff nub between his lips. He flicked his tongue out and rolled around and around the stiff tip. She was going insane as he worried the puckered tip to the point she let out a loud scream and thrust her tits upward, harder against his active mouth.
Keith let go of the one nipple and immediately went after the other one. He took as much time with the second one, even more and his hands were sliding all over her quaking body. When his hand palmed her dripping cunt, he wormed first one and then a second finger deep into her pussy. When his thumb, covered in her vaginal fluids, found her clit and began flicking it back and forth, she shot off like a rocket and letting out a loud groan started cumming all over his long calloused fingers.
She fisted his long unruly dirty blonde hair in her fingers. She tore his face off her tits and pulled him up to her mouth. She kissed him violently, stuffing her tongue deep into his mouth. She was still shaking from the intense fingering and sucking he had administered on her body. She reached down and wrapping her slim fingers around his stiff cock, she guided it to her weeping pussy and she let out a long sigh as she felt him slide into her pussy. Inch by inch he sent his cock onto her relieved pussy. She wrapped her slender legs around his thighs and beating her heels against his ass cheeks.
The two of them began meeting each other's thrusts with gusto and with each passing moment, their urgency to make the other cum increased and the pace grew more frantic. Soon the sound of sweaty hot skin slapping against each other filled the room as they both raced towards an explosive orgasm.
Suddenly Keith slowed his pace and placing his hands in her hips, made her squirm in his hands and making her still herself, he quickly gripped her by the ass cheeks and rolled her over and in a moment, she was above him, and not missing a beat she planted her hands on his glistening chest and steadying herself, she began riding him. She started slow and picked up the pace. Her long wild hair was whipping all around her bucking figure. She pounded up and down and then stopped and ground her pussy back and forth, grinding her cunt forward and backward, side to side as she raced towards an explosive orgasm. She stopped short when she felt Keith's cock expand and she knew he was going to cum soon.
It was her turn to torture him. She planted her hands on his arms and pushed off. Her cunt made a slurping sound as the suction surrounding his cock was broken. She quickly slid down and before he could react, her mouth opened and enveloped his slime covered cock. Inch by inch her mouth swallowed his cock and she twisted her mouth about as her nose was tickled by the hairs on his belly. Her tongue flicked out and began to whip around and around his shaft. Her fingers fondled his balls and when she slipped one finger up her puckered hole, she heard him let out a loud growl and began emptying his swollen nuts down her throat. Spurt after spurt filled her oral cavity and like a pro, she swallowed each and every drop he could expel from his cock.
When he was totally spent she pulled her lips off his cock and smacking her lips, licked whatever remained on them and swallowed them down.
Keith gripped her by the arms and drew her up to his sweat covered body and before long the two of them fell fast asleep.
In the middle of the night Valerie was awaken from a sex-filled dream only to find a real sex act being performed on her. She sucked in her breath as she felt Keith's expert tongue dipping in and out of her already wet pussy. She felt him slip two fingers into her pussy and another tickling her asshole and slowly enter her ass. She felt herself on the verge of an orgasm and just then he stopped and like earlier in the evening, he climbed up between her thighs and slipped deep into her pussy. He plowed into her like a man possessed and she came hard and as he continued to pound her merciless, she raced towards yet another, even stronger orgasm. As she stiffened and started to cum, she felt him let out a loud grown and filled her tight cunt with his potent cum. They drifted off to sleep with Keith still buried deep I her pussy.
Keith woke to the sound of the shower running and the smell of coffee. He poured himself a cup, took one sip and he noticed he had a raging hardn and his cock was covered in a mixture of both of their cums. Putting the coffee cup down, he slipped into the bathroom and slid into the shower where a soap covered Valerie let out a squeal when she felt his body slide back and forth against her sexy backside.
Valerie's dark brown hair looked black when it was wet and slicked back. She had her head resting on Keith's shoulder, her eyes were closed and she was biting down on her lip as Keith's hands were sliding up and down her flat belly and sliding upward, he cupped her full firm tits and his thumbs flicked back and forth over her now really stiff and aching nipples.
Keith urged her to lean over and when she did, he shoved his stiff cock into her pussy.
The air rushed out of her lungs and she planted her hands on the shower wall and began pushing back against his invading cock. Her head was whipping around and her drenched locks flew around and arching her back she tensed up and exploded all over his cock.
Keith loved feeling her hot juices bathing his cock as he pumped harder and deeper into her receptive pussy. He gripped her mounds roughly and pulling her tight against his toned body, he blew his load deep in her spasming cunt.
Valerie slumped against Keith as she felt the glow of Keith's cum filling her slender, now toned body. She turned her head and locked her mouth over his and shoved her tongue deep into his mouth.
After a few minutes they struggled out of the shower and picking up two of the heated fluffy towels, Keith gently dried the lush glowing body before him.
With the two of them satisfied for the time being, they slipped into two of the robes supplied by the hotel and sat at the table and began devouring the bagels, cream cheese and steamy coffee Valerie had ordered before heading into the bathroom. They ate all of the food seeing they had skipped dinner last night. As Valerie stuffed the last piece of bagel into her mouth, a dollop of cream cheese was stuck at the corner of her sexy mouth.
Keith leaned in and wiped the cream from her mouth and fed it to Valerie.
She let out a tiny moan and licked the cream from her finger. She sucked the finger long after it was clean and she sucked on it as if it was a tiny cock.
Keith's robe began to tent up as she sucked on his finger and he leaned forward and his tongue slipped out and licked what cream his finger didn't clean up. He continued to lick and now his lips closed over hers and he let out a loud moan when he felt Valerie's hand slid up his bare thigh and closed around his cock.
Valerie began pumping his stiff cock and cupped his heavy balls. She broke the kiss and slipped to her knees and began sending hot puffs of air all along his cock. Her tongue followed and began licking up and down his cock and when she sucked one of his swollen nuts into her mouth, Keith ran his hands through her damp hair and fisted it in his fingers.
Keith leaned back in his chair as he guided her head up and down on his cock. He watched in awe as all of his cock disappeared down her throat and when she slowly pulled it out and gazed up at him, he let out a shiver and smiled down at her. He urged her mouth back onto his cock and she went willingly.
Valerie began bobbing up and down and as she picked up the pace, her hands came into the action too. She stroked his cock and balls and as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat, her saliva covered hand slipped to his ass and when he arched his back, thrusting his cock even deeper into her throat; Valerie slipped a finger into his puckered hole.
Keith let out a loud growl and pulling her off his cock, he picked her up and planted her on the bed. He tore open her robe and as she struggled out of it, he dove between her outstretched legs and immediately began licking and sucking at her pretty pussy.
Valerie shook and rolled her head from side to side, her nearly dry hair was a tangled mess about her upper body and when she arched her back, trying to feed Keith even more of her pussy, she stiffened when she heard the door open. She was beyond caring as she stared down at Keith.
Keith had his tongue stuffed deep into her weeping pussy; his blue eyes were staring up at her. He pulled back as his hands were cradling her tight ass in his hands; "My god Valerie, I wish I had enough time, if I did I'd be fucking this gorgeous ass of yours!"
She giggled and licked her lips; "I sure as hell aren't stopping you, be my guest!"
She felt the bed creak and looking to the side she let out a gasp as Jennifer Lopez planted her gorgeous bubble butt on the bed beside her.
Jennifer smiled down at her; "I was wondering where the fuck Keith was. He's supposed to be downstairs ten minutes ago for the auditions!"
Valerie giggled; "Well as you can see Jennifer, Keith is a little busy. How about joining us so we both can finish sooner?" She giggled again and gave Jennifer a sassy smile.
Jennifer was wearing a skin tight clinging, dark purple turtleneck dress. It was super short covering about eight inches of her sexy thighs. Her shoes were matching purple with fuck me heels. Her long dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her flawless face was beaming back at Valerie.
Jennifer gripped the bottom of her dress and crossing her arms, drew them up and peeled the dress off her lush body as if she was peeling a grape. Her huge DD tits rolled high on her chest and she watched Valerie's eyes light up. She reached up and pulled the ponytail holder off and shaking her head, her long gorgeous hair cascaded all over her chest and down her back nearly to her tight gorgeous ass. She immediately spread her body over Valerie's in a classic sixty-nine.
Jennifer let out a whoop when Valerie rolled the two of them over; "Sorry Jen, but I promised Keith my ass, what better way than to have you eating my pussy while he fucks my ass. You may want to suck it a little and get it nice and wet. I'd hate to have him shove that gorgeous cock of his in my ass dry!"
Jennifer let out a moan and although Valerie couldn't see what she was doing, by the sounds coming from between her thighs, Jennifer had to be sucking on Keith's cock. Valerie lowered Jennifer's tiny thong and gripping her gorgeous ass, she drew her down to her waiting mouth. As soon as Valerie's tongue penetrated Jen's pussy lips, she heard Jen let out a loud groan and the sucking sound got even louder.
Jennifer's mouth was stuffed full of Keith's cock and the angle Jennifer had her head, Keith being on his knees was fucking her face as if it was Valerie's pussy. Keith pulled his cock from her mouth and she moaned out. She was disappointed, but when she looked up and saw the tiny gorgeous pussy swaying above her she let out squeal and gripping Valerie by the hips drew her pussy down to her mouth.
Keith's hands were beside Jennifer's and spreading her tiny tight cheeks, he spread them, he lined his saliva coated cock up with her puckered hole and shoving forward, he watched the hole spread and suck his cock into her puckered hole. He pushed steadily and he bit his lip as her tight ring squeezed his cock so hard, he had to think of anything but what he was doing or he'd cum way too soon.
Keith closed his eyes and held still, it was difficult as Valerie continued to push back; she tried to slip more of his cock into her ass. Valerie was panting wildly as Jennifer ground her pussy hard against her mouth as her tongue stabbed at her hole and flicked her huge clit back and forth. At the same time she tried to concentrate, she didn't want to tighten her ass muscles as Keith shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.
Jennifer was running her hands up and down Valerie's torso; she loved how slim her body was and just how firm her tits were as they swayed above her own lush body. She sucked harder when she felt an orgasm building in her belly. She was racing towards a crashing orgasm, Jennifer stabbed at her clit, she slapped Valerie on the ass and when she jumped, it sent Keith's cock deeper into her ass.
Valerie couldn't control herself any longer and slipping a finger into Jennifer's tight asshole she exploded all over Jennifer's face beneath her. She locked her lips over Jennifer's cunt and sucked as hard as she could. She grew a copious amount of cream from Jen's cunt, but Jennifer was producing it faster than Valerie could swallow it. She shoved two fingers into Jennifer's pussy and scraping the sensitive inner flesh, she found her G stop and Jennifer shot off like a geyser.
Keith unable to hold off any longer, he started cumming in Valerie's ass.
Valerie screamed into Jennifer's cunt and collapsed against Jennifer. When she did that, Keith's cock popped out of her ass. He continues to cum, shooting the remainder of his all over Jennifer's face, neck and chest.
The screen went black and Martha MacCallum was standing before the camera; "Now that is what I call a fantasy. I wish I was overweight so I could participate in a fantasy like that. Tell me Valerie, what happened after that?"
Valerie had a smile from ear to ear; "Well Jennifer and Keith quickly got cleaned up and headed down to the Idol audition. I took a nice long nap, afterwards I took a nice long shower and when Keith and Jennifer finished their auditions, they headed back to the room, we ordered in room service and continued where we left off, if you get my drift?"
Martha smiled at Valerie; "Mmmmm sounds yummy, now it's time to view Kristie's fantasy. Would you like to give us a little background on your video?"
Kristie smiled like the cat that ate the canary; "Well here it goes! I've always had this thing about black men, but not just one or two, but three or four. I guess what you would call it is a gang bang, but with black men. I don't want to give it all away, but I would like to thank Martha here to arrange the black men from her profession to help with my fantasy, that's all Martha, back to you!"
Martha smiled at her; "Well with that said, enjoy her fantasy!"
Kristie was standing before four black men. They were all seated on an oversized sofa. Surprisingly they were only dressed in tightie whities or boxers. Standing before them, Kristie was dressed in a very tight, slinky black dress. It had two tiny straps holding it up and between her very, very large breasts was a silver zipper. It was part-way open and her huge breasts were threatening to burst free. The zipper went all the way down to the hem and when she turned and walked back and forth in front of the four black men, their eyes were plastered to her chest, her large tight ass and her now trim hips. Her very long dish-water blonde hair hung down past her breasts and halfway down her back.
Charles Payne from Fox Business spoke up; "My god Kristie, you look fantastic! If I may, how much weight did you lose?"
She gave him a sly smile; "Sure Charles, just short of 95 pounds! Not only that, but I would have lost a lot more, but with all of the exercises, a lot was turned to muscle and as you know, muscles weight more than fat. In a few minutes you'll get to see just how firm everything is, yes Michael, even my huge tits are firm and I want your big cock between them first."
Michael Strahan stood and pulled his shorts off and stood there with a cock that made Kristie's mouth water, it still wasn't stiff and it had to be at least ten inches long. She imagined it at least twelve inches stiff; "I'm ready Kristie, let's get started!"
"Just hold on a minute Michael, I'd like each of you to stand and tell me your name and where you come from. Seeing you're already standing, you can start Michael!"
He looked at the camera and stroked his growing cock; "I'm Michael Strahan, I'm the co-host of Kelly and Michael on syndicated television and I can't wait to tit fuck Kristie."
Up next was Charles, standing, he lowered his shorts and his sizable fat cock, not as large as Michael's sprung out; "Hello everyone, I'm Charles Payne and I am a contributor on Fox Business and I can't wait to have Kristie straddle me and ride this!" He gripped his cock and pointed it at her.
The guy next to him stood and dropped his shorts, he was very similar to Charles and was as stiff as a board; "Hello everyone, my name is Paul Goodloe and I'm on The Weather Channel and will be happy to feel my cock into that gorgeous mouth of Kristie's!"
The last guy stood and dropped his shorts. He was between the sizes of Paul and Michael, but was a little slimmer; "Hi everyone, I'm Keyshawn Johnson, former NFL player and now an analyst in ESPN and I'd love to slip my big black cock in and out of Kristie's gorgeous ass!"
The four of them surrounded Kristie; Keyshawn was behind her, his hands reached out and placing them on her hips. He slowly slid them downward and gently caressed her gorgeous ass cheeks.
Michael stood before her and leaning forward he planted a soft kiss on her full red lips. His hands came up and slowly began to lower the zipper on her dress.
Paul and Charles standing on either side of Kristie reached up and slipped the dress from her shoulders and as Michael finished unzipping the dress, they removed her dress and she stood there in her high heels and a tiny thong.
Things started getting very busy suddenly. They guys guided Kristie over to the large bed and she willingly reclined and they followed.
Like a moth to a light bulb, all four black men attacked Kristie and she welcomed them with open arms.
Michael hovered over her and planted surprisingly soft gentle kisses on her belly and slowly worked his way upward. He rained kisses all over her lower ribcage and the undersides of her breasts. He was making Kristie moan and groan as she tried to make him suck on the most sensitive area of both huge swaying breasts, her nipples.
Paul was positioned at her head that was rolling from side to side and when he captured her head in his hands, he fisted her thick long hair in his large black hands and when she opened her eyes, she focused on the large black cock poised just an inch or two from her swollen lips. She licked them and opening her mouth, she craned her neck and caught the large head between her lips. She licked at the head and opening wider she drew more and more of his cock into her mouth.
She let out a yelp around Paul's cock as she felt a tongue sliding up and down the fat slimy cuntlips. She groaned even louder and sucked more of Paul's cock into her mouth when she felt the tongue licking her pussy, part her lips and slip deeper into her pussy. She screamed out around Paul's cock when she started cumming. The tongue between her thighs captured her clit and worked it over, back and forth, up and down and drawing it in-between his big fat lips, Charles was rewarded with a large amount of cum being released and oozed into his mouth.
Michael had both huge tits completely covered in his saliva and he had her nipples so stiff, she could hardly bare it. Slipping his lips to her neck, he drew back when he felt Paul's swollen balls graze his cheek. Kneeling up he straddled her upper body and when he planted his stiff black cock between the saliva coated pillows of flesh, he squeezed them together and began to slowly rock forwards and backwards, his cock began to fuck her tits, a dream come true for Michael Strahan.
Alongside of Paul, on the other side of Kristie, she had Keyshawn's cock in her large hand. She had it wet from her mouth and she was now stroking it in rhythm with the sucking she was performing on Paul and the tit fucking Michael was giving her.
Kristie was racing towards another orgasm as Charles tongue fucked her and played with her clit like an expert cunt-lapper. She tore her mouth off of Paul's cock and whipped her head around and began sucking wildly at Keyshawn's slimmer cock, it went down her throat and she lost it and started cumming all over Charles' face.
Charles came up for air and Keyshawn was ready to fuck her. Lying down on the bed, he pushed Michael off her chest and pulled her over his prone body.
Kristy was eager to do this, she knew her long-awaited fantasy was about to come true. She was poised over his thick muscled, but slim black body. She reached back and gripping his slim long black cock. She lodged the head between her large bubble butt cheeks and lowering her body, she felt the head part her puckered hole and slowly slip into her ass. The air was drawn out of her lungs as she sank closer and closer to his groin. When her ass settled on his flat toned body, she knew she had his entire cock buried deep in her ass. She leaned back, her long dirty blonde hair flowed over his firm black body and she began to ride his cock.
Her movements were slowed when Paul slid around between her out-stretched thighs and gripping his cock he planted it in-between her swollen cuntlips that Charles had made extremely wet from his mouth and making her cum twice. He shoved forward and it made a vulgar sucking sound as he slid deep into her spasming cunt. He gripped her legs and Keyshawn and Paul began fucking her two holes in unison.
Charles stood beside her and as her lush, sweat covered body rode up and down on the two cocks he guided her mouth on his cock. Like a welliled machine, she was now air-tight; all three of her holes were stuffed with stiff black cock.
Topping it off Michael climbed between Paul and Kristie. His cock was stiff as a board as he watched her suck on Charles and watched Paul and Keyshawn fuck her two lower holes. He slid his cock once again between her sweat covered tits and squeezing them together, he began tit-fucking her even fast than before.
Kristie was fucking by instinct as she lost all sense of reasoning. She sucked wildly on Charles cock; his fingers were fisting her gorgeous thick hair. She held her lower body still as she allowed Paul and Keyshawn to pound relentlessly in her ass and cunt. She screamed out loud around Charles cock as she started cumming. She shook and tore her mouth from Charles cock ass he felt it swell in her mouth.
Charles lost it and started shooting his heavy load all over her face. At almost the exact same time, Michael lost it and started cumming too. He shot stream after hot stream all over her tits, neck and onto her face.
Kristie's orgasm grew and she went directly into yet another, even strong orgasm as she felt the two black cocks shoot their creamy cum all over her face and chest.
Charles and Michael stumbled away and took a seat on the edge of the bed and they watched Paul and Keyshawn pound away at her quaking body.
Paul lost it first, shoving deep; he held it there and began shooting his heavy load into her pussy. He came so much that it began to squirt out around his cock. He held her steady when he saw Keyshawn nod and he knew what was coming next.
Kristie's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Keyshawn's cock expand and instantly felt his filling her bowels with his hot load. He came buckets and she slumped back against his as she wiggled her ass as she tried to capture every drop of his cum he had to give.
Paul slowly pulled back and his cum ran out of her pussy and when she rolled off of Keyshawn, she tried desperately to keep his cum in her ass, but with the intense fucking she had received, her muscles were too worn out to hold it in place.
After about five minutes, Kristie stumbled out of the bed and went to clean up. When she returned it began all over again and the four black studs fucked her over and over again and Kristie took all they had to give and when they finally crawled out of the bedroom, Kristie was well-fucked and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
The screen went black and standing in the studio were Valerie Bertinelli, Kristie Alley and Martha MacCallum.
"My god Kristie that was hot, don't you think Valerie?"
"You're right Martha! Kristie how was it fucking all of those gorgeous black studs at once?"
Kristie had a smile on her face! "What do you think Valerie? I got all of their numbers and they all agreed to meet again, either together or separate and I was looking out for you sister. They all would love to meet with you and me together, that is if you'd like to!"
Valerie took her by the hand and led her off the stage and as they left Valerie said; "Get your phone out and let's get them here tonight!"
The camera came back to Martha, she was laughing hysterically; "Now that is what I call unscripted TV ladies and gentlemen. We hope you enjoyed our special edition of Fox & Guests! Now we turn up the heat another notch and if you follow me, we're heading up to the Fox penthouse where the ladies from "Waist Watchers" are set to experience what Valerie and Kristie just did. So without giving away what's in store, let's go!"
Martha headed to the elevator, the doors closed and the cameras followed her up to the penthouse.
To find out what happens, check out Fox and Guests immediately following this show!
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All I could think as I panted hard was my boss’s enormous cock shoved so tightly up my ass. I bounced on top of him as he reclined in his chair, all the blinds to his windows securely closed as we fucked hard during my Friday night shift. I leaned back, arching my back, thinking how sexy it was to know all the other girls sat right outside doing what they always do, taking calls, scheduling appointments, working out computer problems, taking orders, while I sat on a nice fat cock. I played with my clit as he rammed in and out of me, all his screams buried in the nape of my neck. I could feel his teeth clamp down on the soft skin there as he restrained crying out, loving the feel of my tight ass around his impressive rod.
His strong fingers were wrapped nearly completely around my waist as he guided me through our anal fuck fest. I knew I was going to cum soon so I began rubbing faster, whispering to him, bouncing up and down on his dick, my titties jiggling from the force of our union. What a sight it would have been if someone would have come in the front door at that moment. The mere thought of it sent me over the edge.
I thrashed around on top of him, a scream stifled in my throat. One of his hands cupped the side of my neck, forcing me down as he stroked faster and harder into me. I could hear him grunt, I knew he wanted to yell out but he was afraid of us being caught. I grinned evilly as I reached back to kiss his neck, nibble at his ear and whisper, “You want to cum in that tight ass don’t you, Mr. Fisher?”
He made an affirmative moan, but that wasn’t what I wanted. “What?”
Again he moaned louder. “Come on, Mr. Fisher. Tell your baby girl how much you want to cum in her ass.”
He growled as he pumped in harder. I wiggled my ass against him, nudging him in even further. I thought his head was going to explode off his shoulders. He grunted and groaned and finally whispered, “I’m gonna cum.”
“You’re going to what?”
“I’m going to cum,” he said louder.
“I still didn’t hear you,” I teased mercilessly.
“I’m cumming!” he yelled, shoving himself deep inside of me for one final thrust. I could feel his cock twitch and jerk as he spent himself dry inside of my ass. I have to say, I really like that.
There was a knock at the door. “Is everything okay in there, Mr. Fisher?”
He nearly knocked me right off his lap. “I said I’m coming!” he yelled, a bit firmer than normal. I guess this scared the girl away because she said nothing further, and she certainly didn’t try to come in. As I swung away from him he slapped me hard on my backside. “You’re a naughty girl, Cassie,” he said, trying his best to be menacing. But how menacing can you be when you have a bare, half erect cock between your legs and a very satisfied grin on your face?
“That’s Cassie the Super Slut to you, Mr. Fisher,” I giggled as I pranced away. As I started to dress and he tucked away his little friend, he turned a mischievous glance my way.
“Does Cassie the Super Slut like surprises?”
I leaned across his desk, giving him a full view of my cleavage now packed tightly away in my halter top. “That depends. Is it an outey or an inney?”
“I can’t give too much away, then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Needless to say it’ll be something you haven’t had before.”
“You can’t be too sure. I’ve been a busy girl this last month.” And it was true. Between Mr. Fisher, Deb and my Daddy, I’d been fucked, sucked and twisted every which way. I couldn’t wait to see what the next month held.
“You forget, Cassie. I know everything there is to know about you. And I have a big surprise for you on Monday.”
I begged and I pleaded for him to tell me but he gently pushed me off of his desk and out the door. I guess I was just going to have to wait.
One thing Friday nights had come to mean since I began my promiscuous lifestyle was a weekly prowl to find my Long Haired Stranger who ate me out and left me hanging several weeks back. Deb and I had a ritual. We’d go straight to the club, try to find him and then we’d go fuck our brains out after getting so excited with all the teasing we managed to pull of while we were there.
Since Dad was out of town on business this weekend, I knew that tonight could possibly mean bringing someone else home, and the thought got me wet. I hadn’t had new dick since Mr. Fisher, and even though I wanted to hold out for my mystery man I knew I was long overdue for a good fucking from a total stranger. Just a nameless fuck you can jot down in your diaries as a hot anonymous encounter. Deb and I had thought it all out and decided this weekend was the one.
I passed her desk on the way back to my cubicle, and she gave me a knowing grin. Although she hadn’t yet asked, I knew that eventually she wanted to be included in my workplace affair. At the moment, Mr. Fisher only wanted to deal with me. I felt bad for her, because I knew she’d worship his cock just like I did. I could wear him down, but it was going to take time.
As the night wore on, I logged into my dating website. I hadn’t gone there right after I got together with Daddy, just simply because he had filled everything I was looking for. But I also realized that there was a wealth of untapped potential out there, and I had an itching for something new. Namely, something dark.
It all happened when I went to change my profile from hot virgin to my new Super Slut status. I browsed the new member gallery and I found an enormous black dick that had my name written all over it. And the guy’s gallery had nothing but him and white women, tiny pink pussies that could barely cover that immense erection. I started looking at interracial porn and I got so hot to find a black guy so I could watch his big dark meat slide in and out of my pretty pink hole. I wanted to watch big black fingers cup my breasts and tweak my nipples. I wanted to run my hands down that glossy, ebony skin, etched out of mahogany.
I wrote him immediately, and he had responded. He wasn’t local but he was job hunting in the area, and had wanted to find some playmates to hook up with while he was interviewing for jobs. He was waiting a callback on one of his resumes, and I couldn’t wait to hear when he was coming to town. It was a shame it wasn’t this weekend. The more I thought about that monster rod, the more I wanted to fuck it ASAP. I glanced through his photos again, itching to play with myself but unable to get away with it. I squirmed in my chair and counted the minutes.
Deb and I made a beeline for the club the second after the shift ended. We didn’t even talk to each other, we both were women on a mission. The minute we plowed through the doors, each of us scanned the room for Mr. (or Miss) Right. She patted me on my arm and pointed toward a hot guy on the dance floor. “You get the drinks. I’ll get him.”
I laughed and patted her ass as she glided away. I made my way through the wall of bodies that stood between me and the bar, paying special attention to grind suggestively against anyone that looked enticing. I also made a point of “innocently” brushing my hand against men’s crotches – trying to find the diamond in the rough.
It was a fruitless journey on the way to the bar. I screamed my order at the bartender over the pulsating music, and then turned to face the crowd. I had both elbows on the bar, and my already low-cut shirt dipped lower. I nearly swallowed my tongue as I caught glimpse of long dark hair slicked back into a sleek ponytail.
Completely forgetting the drinks I wove through the crowd, following what I hoped would be my mystery man. Would fate really smile upon me to take HIM home? I nearly swooned at the thought.
Bodies kept jumping into my line of vision, but I kept forging on. I could see that hair, I knew it was him. I just knew it. Finally as if on cue the crowd parted and I saw him leaning up against the far end of the bar, flanked by two exotic beautiful women. One was Asian, wearing a slip of a top that managed to cover up areolas but showing the rest of her skin. Her tight leather pants clung to her petite frame, and wearing those heels she managed not to disappear next to him. Her hair was long, black and gleaned like silk. Her almond eyes were painted with dark colors like black and green, and her heart shaped lips were bright red.
The other woman was an African Goddess. Her body was deliciously curved, her hips full, her breasts heavy and her skin the color of melted chocolate. I loved the way the curls from her genie pony tail cascaded down her back, a mixture of red, black and streaks of gold. Her dress came just below her ass, made up of gold sequins that molded to each liquid curve of her body.
I froze in my tracks, unable to move toward them even though they were all staring at me. He had an arm around each of them, but that erection he sported in his trousers belonged to me, and we all knew it. He bent to whisper something to each of them and they nodded in unison before heading my way. I stayed rooted to the spot as they took either side of me, their long fingernails traveling up my body. I glanced one more time at the mystery man, whose eyes were so intense I nearly came on the spot. I could almost feel his thundering heartbeat as both girls pressed against my sides, grinding against me suggestively to the music.
My head fell back as I got lost in their movements. I could feel their breasts pressed against me, their erect nipples giving away how hot they were for me. I groaned a bit as they turned me around, and I was facing the Asian Beauty. I felt the curves of the African Goddess against my back as the Asian Beauty danced so close I could feel her breath on my skin.
I could sense the other dancers around us had stopped dancing, forming a circle around us. The African Goddess lifted my arms high, her knees bending mine in rhythm of the dance. The Asian Beauty drew close enough to kiss me, and even though her tongue licked her own luscious lips she never touched me. I was as turned on as if she had.
The Asian Beauty began to run her fingers down either side of my torso, pressing in closer to me and wiggling herself in where there was bare skin on my chest. I could feel her nipples against mine as her hands rested on either side of my hips. I moaned as she finally closed the gap and her tongue ran around my open lips. I tried to kiss her back but she withdrew and swung me around to the Black Goddess. She moved back a bit to start a very slow and sexy shimmy that waved that magnificent bosom just within reach. I loved the way her hips moved in her dance, I could tell she was a tigress in the bedroom. I would have loved to find out.
From behind me the Asian Beauty’s hands dipped down between my legs, rubbing the skin at the hem of my short skin. Her mouth was against my ear, her tongue dancing around the rim. Her fingers were just inches from my dripping wet pussy, and crowd be damned I wanted to feel her inside me more than anything.
Well almost. My African Goddess danced closer, her body enticing me to explore it with my moist tongue. She went in for a kiss but before our lips could meet she withdrew and swirled me around to face the Asian Beauty. They both pressed up against me, and my African Goddess slipped a hand in between I’m not sure if anyone saw. As my Asian Beauty and I ground against each other, the African goddess began rubbing against our crotches, magically finding an eager clit on both sides. Our movements grew frenzied as we all rubbed together. My head fell back on my African Goddess’s shoulders as the Asian Beauty began to explore my neck with her tongue. Before I knew it I was cumming hard, right there on the dance floor. There was so much movement and so much noise, I had to wonder if anyone but my two dance partners were even aware. As the music ended and my two lovelies returned to the mystery man, I knew at least one did.
Like a torrent, bodies filled in the gap between me and them again, and when I finally pushed through I realized that they were nowhere to be found. I went to where they had been and found a napkin under one of their drinks. Upon closer examination I realized it read “Luscious”, and had an address. I had to wonder if my mystery man had just been careless, or if he indeed left me a clue that would bring me one step closer to tasting that gorgeous cock.
A hand fell upon my shoulder, but it wasn’t the mystery man as I hoped it would be. It was someone who was probably not your movie star handsome, but he had a great smile and very kind eyes. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said and he extended his hand. “My name’s Michael.”
“Cassie,” I smiled, returning the favor.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I hesitated, looking out onto the floor.
“They left,” he supplied. My eyes shot to his.
“You know who they are?”
“You don’t?”
I shook my head. He looked incredulous. “They only come once in a while to find new talent. Looks like he has it bad for you.”
“New talent?”
Michael nodded, and accepted his drink from the bartender. “You sure you don’t want a drink?”
I turned more toward him then. “A cosmo.”
“How very Sex in the City,” he teased and I couldn’t help but laugh. A bit shorter than most guys I’d been after, he did have a fun attitude. And he knew stuff about my mystery man that could help me get the prize of all. “So who are they?”
Just then Deb broke in and sized up my companion. She’d missed the dance completely, and she looked like she’d come up dry on the dance floor. “I struck out. He’s engaged and he’s faithful.”
I gave her a wink. “The worst kind.”
She glanced back at Michael. “So who’s your friend?”
“This is Michael,” I offered. “He bought my drink.”
Michael was still ogling Deb in her super tight pantsuit. “Would you like a cosmo too?”
“That’s too sweet,” she purred as she leaned across him to reach for his glass of straight whiskey. She downed it in one gulp and returned it to its spot, making sure to brush and tease as she did.
Michael held up his hand to indicate two more just like that one to the bartender. I couldn’t help but laugh. Deb had clearly made her choice. And he looked like just the kind of guy to appreciate two hot girls taking him home for a good double header.
Little did I know we were the lucky ones. We actually sat together and talked, sometimes sexy, sometimes not, but it was always fun and entertaining. He grew cuter by the minute. He had us in stitches by the time I was on my fourth cosmo, and before I could grab it he snatched it from me so he could pluck the maraschino cherry from the ice.
He popped the cherry off the stem and fed that to Deb, who put her full lips around it just like she couldn’t wait to do to his cock. Then he slipped the stem in his mouth. In no time flat he returned it, tied neatly into a knot. I could see Deb inch ever closer to him. She was a sucker for oral and I knew she was about two seconds from asking him to leave. “That’s a neat trick,” she murmured, gazing longingly at his lips.
“When you have a tongue like this,” he said and opened his mouth to unfurl quite possibly the longest tongue I’d ever seen in my life – one that might even put Gene Simmons to shame, “you get to learn all kinds of neat tricks.”
My hand went up as quick as a shot. “Bartender. Check please!”
We all tumbled through the hotel door, a bit tipsy and a lot horny. He had his hands on both of us and we were undressing him as quick as we could. We learned quickly that not only was his tongue impressive, but Mr. Happy was a big boy too. It was all Deb could stand. She dropped to her knees to unveil that sexy meat, and Michael grabbed me for a scorching kiss. It literally felt like he was fucking my mouth and I groaned deep in my throat.
Deb heard me and mimicked my moan against his hard shaft. He sat at the edge of the bed, and laid on his back. I watched Deb as she leaned over that impressive cock. Michael caressed my leg where I stood. “You know what you want to do,” he murmured.
I crawled over the bed to straddle his face with both knees. I felt both his hands cup my ass cheeks as he dove that incredible tongue in between my slippery folds, flicking across the hard little nubbin nestled therein. I shuddered against him, and watched Deb lick the expanse of his enormous erection. I began to grind against him when I watched her mouth slide around the cock head and then slip all the way to his balls. My girl Deb could deep throat like nobody I knew. And it turned me on to watch her work her magic on Michael’s dick. I could see his hips rise to thrust further into her mouth, and as his thick tongue slipped inside my hungry pussy to the rhythm to Deb’s blowjob, I thought I was going to cum right there.
I cried out as the passion overtook me, cumming hard in his mouth as I watched them beneath me. It was so forceful that I collapsed against his stomach, looking eye to eye with Deb. She lifted up slowly and then ran her tongue down one side of his cock. I obliged the other. Both of our tongues bathed his straining cock, pausing only to kiss around the cock head. He groaned into my pussy before delivering a full assault on my clit with his tongue. He flicked it this way and that, making me crazy. I helped blow him as long as I could, but before long all I could think about was his mouth on my hot cunt. When he sucked my clit full into his mouth I began to scream. Deb began to jack Michael off as I came again and again. She aimed that cock toward my open mouth and pumped his meat faster and faster until it spewed white love juice all over my mouth.
I slipped over to the other side of him so he could watch her lick and kiss away his spunk from my mouth. His hand went to his cock, slowly massaging it as he watched us. We kissed and fondled for a moment more before I pushed her gently back onto the bed. Michael understood and immediately took his place between her legs. Her eyes widened as his snake of a tongue worked in and around her ready pussy.
For a double assault I began to suck her hard nipples, with one eye toward Michael to watch what he was doing. It was almost, but not quite, as sexy to watch him work his magic as it was to feel it. My hand went to my pussy to play while I sucked away at her tit and watched him fuck her with his tongue.
He kept his eyes on me as he did it, which made me hotter. He slipped his tongue around her hard clit quicker and quicker until she was cumming hard underneath me. Not missing a beat he shoved his tongue inside her bringing her to a second, explosive orgasm. Then it was his fingers, inside her fucking her fast while his mouth covered her clit and he sucked her off powerfully. Deb was incoherent by the time he was done, and as he reached up I could see his dick had grown stiff once again. I knew what he could do about that.
I turned over onto my knees, baring my ass for him. He positioned himself behind me and began to tease me with the head of his cock. He rubbed it against me, dipping in just an inch but never all the way in. I was whimpering I wanted him so much, but he was the one in control of this game. No matter how much I ground back against him, no matter how wet he could tell I was he was going to fuck me when he was good and ready. I felt him move away, although his hands stayed on my ass. Next thing I knew that tongue was flicking away at my clit again and I was so hot I shuddered. He began to do with his tongue what he’d done with his cock. I was going insane.
“Fuck me,” I begged. He clamped his mouth over my clit, sucking me hard until I almost came, and then he withdrew. What was it with the teases tonight? I felt his fingers dip in just a bit, gently rimming my hole, and I could feel an ache deep inside my pussy. “I have to feel you inside me,” I groaned.
He used his tongue again to replace his fingers, and when he drew his attention back to my clit again I thought I’d pass out. This time there was no teasing, he worked his tongue across my clit so fast and hard I was cumming before either of us knew it, and right in the middle of my climax I felt him shift and suddenly his cock filled me up. He shoved in so hard and so deep that went immediately from one orgasm to the next. He thrust in and out of me so fast I knew that his teasing had tortured not only me. He wanted to cum just as bad as I wanted to. And he fucked me like a man possessed – just the way I like it.
Deb positioned herself under me to watch him fuck the shit out of me, and I roughly shoved her legs apart and dived in for a taste of that sweet pussy. I mimicked everything I saw Michael do, and she responded by rubbing my clit as he rode me harder. She had me cumming again, screaming out in her cunt as she exploded all around my tongue. Just then Michael delivered a ferocious roar and buried himself balls deep. I gripped his cock with my pussy muscles, milking him of all his cum.
He staggered as he stepped off the bed, and then fell in a heap next to us. He turned to drape an arm around both of us. “That was fucking fantastic.”
“Or fantastic fucking,” I shot back. He laughed. And to think. I wasn’t even going to consider taking him home. I was so glad Deb had enough sense for both of us. All I had hoped for was information on my mystery man. What I got instead was a new fuck buddy who would unlock yet another door to my libido I had no idea was there.
And best yet, he was affectionate too. Both Deb and I responded to his gentle caresses by responding in kind. We all lay there touching, kissing and talking softly.
After a respectable moment had passed I managed to pose the question about the mystery man. “So think I have enough talent for your mysterious friend?”
He propped up on one elbow and smiled at me. “Depends on how much you like to dance naked.”
My eyes widened. “Luscious is a strip club?” “Not only A strip club,” Deb interjected. “THE strip club. The cream of the crop – the highest paid dancers, the most exclusive clientele.”
I laid back in Michael’s and Deb’s arms, listening to them talk about what people talk about after a marathon orgasm fest we’d just had.
All I could think about was the mystery man. And now I knew how to get him.
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*Author's Notes:
Love the comments and e-mails. And I'm very surprised so many people remember the original Medusa series I put up on Literotica long ago!*
Darian
Darian growled, louder than he wanted to, and when he glanced at Medusa, she was looking at him with a confused expression. No luck there, she'd heard them, and she lowered her human half down next to him. She kept looking at him through the corner of her eye, but the monsters before them weren't the sort you took your eyes off of.
"It's Darian now. Fuck off," he said.
The three winged women glared at him, exposed their shark teeth, and scowled. But they said nothing; the masks that dangled from thread did all the talking.
"You try our patience, Bellerophontes. And we have been patient with you."
"Yeah, thanks for that." Worthless god-things. "So if it wasn't you or the gods trying to shit down my throat, who was it? Who attacked that ship?"
"That is what we wish for you to discover."
"... you don't know. The Fates don't know?" he said, and Medusa gasped behind him. Her whole body started to shake when she realized who they were. He gave Medusa's worried hand a small pat, stepped toward the three creatures, their masters, and glared at each mask in close proximity. He even snickered. "You're pathetic."
That was too much for the she-demons. One of the winged bitches reached out with their free hand, fast enough he couldn't react, and grabbed his shoulder. Their grip was absolute, like a titan with a hangover, and they scowled at him while they screeched and forced him to his knees.
"D-Darian!" Medusa slithered his way and readied to pounce, but Darian held up his hand.
"They won't kill me. They won't even injure me. Wouldn't want to hurt their precious merchandise."
The Erinyes growled inhuman noises and shoved him away, hard enough to knock him on his ass.
"Stubborn child. Our need is for both of our sake's, not ours alone," one of the masks said.
He got up, dusted off his naked butt, and folded his arms across his chest. "I can take care of myself. I don't need you."
"They will come for you again, once they learn you are still alive, child. And your new friend will suffer for your stubbornness."
He tightened his fists, but looked back at Medusa behind him. She looked worried, even petrified, but her worry was pointed at him. He really didn't want to drag her into this shit show.
"That... that will be up to her. I won't endanger her, but it's her choice. I'll leave if she asks it of me."
Medusa tilted her head to the side, maybe a little shocked at his words. Perhaps she thought he'd give some speech about how he wouldn't risk her life, and he'd run away at the first sign of danger so she'd come to no harm. He was far too selfish for that. He didn't want her out of his life, and he knew it.
"Bellerophontes, someone has stolen one of the Moirai masks."
Their blend of anger and frustration in their inhuman voices earned more laughter from Darian than he'd hoped for. If he kept pushing it though, one of those winged demons was liable to hurt him just for the sport of shutting him up, no matter what their masters said.
"And what does this have to do with me?" he said once the laughter had passed.
"Whoever this person is, they are using the mask to hunt down all the children, including you, Bellerophontes. It is they who attacked you."
"Of course they are." He gripped his head and ran his fingers through his hair, complete with groans of frustration. "And what—"
"Enough questions!" One of the masks said, and the creature holding it stepped closer to aim the speaking slab of metal and glowing white at his face. "As we said, this is for both our sake's, but if that is not enough to convince a stubborn fool like yourself, know that this enemy has captured your beloved Pegasus."
Darian froze. They had Pegasus? "How... how do you know that, if you don't know who stole the mask?"
"And we have not come to reveal all our secrets to you, fool."
The Erinyes started to circle him in a slow walk, each pointing their thread-bound masks at him. Medusa wanted to jump in, in fact his new friend seemed anxious to battle for him, but he shook his head when they made eye contact.
"... so... I help you, and I get to save Pegasus..." He watched the demons circle him in the corner of his eye, but he didn't turn with them. His exposed back was no worry; they needed him.
He gritted his teeth and took a moment to think. Pegasus was alive. That was good. Very good. Memories of his old friend carrying him through the sky earned a slow sigh from Darian. He could remember the cold rain, the blowing wind, the exhilaration as they flew skyward. He could remember the lightning that sent them both plummeting. Pegasus would never betray him.
A thought, like a spark in the dark, hit the back of his eyes when he glanced Medusa's way. And then a slight grin.
"Alright, on one condition."
The Erinyes stopped circling him, and glared with more rage on their face. He really did enjoy pissing them off.
"You have nerve, child," one of the masks said.
"Speak," said another.
"I... I help you, I kill whoever it is that stole one of your masks, return it to you, and in return, you help her." He motioned to Medusa with a nod of his head.
The gorgon blinked at him, shock blatant on her face, and she brought her hands up to her lips to bite on a nail. The Erinyes looked at her, and if Darian didn't know better, he'd think they were jealous.
"... Athena's curse is not ours to undo."
"You're not going to undo the curse, you're going to arrange a meeting. Myself and Athena. Medusa too if she wishes to be there."
The masks had no facial expressions, they were just solid slabs of metal with glowing white mist dripping from their eyes and mouths. But the silence carried more than enough weight to make up for their expressionless faces.
Medusa slithered a little closer, and the Erinyes did not stop her. "Darian, you..."
He cracked a smile her way, a quick one, and gave her a sneaky wink to go with it before he donned his stern glare again for the masks. They stared at him, still and lifeless, and he stared right back, arms across his chest and his bare foot tapping the stone beneath them.
"... we cannot guarantee your life, or hers, young Bellerophontes."
Ooh, so courteous now that he was willing to help them. Predictable.
"I know."
The winged demons looked at each other, and slurred more of their inhuman growls. The noises rose to a roar of anger, and they shoved at each other with their free hands, like squabbling birds.
"Enough!" one of the masks said. The winged creatures stopped bickering, and stood beside each other wing to wing, their harsh glares on Darian and their masters held out at arm's length in front of them. Apparently, even their attack dogs weren't always so perfectly obedient. "It is a deal, Bellerophontes. We have your aid then?"
"You do." He had to bite his tongue to keep the bile in his throat down.
"Excellent. We will send a ship for you in seven days time. You will know its approach by the death's hands and the step of hooves."
Death's hands, step of hooves? He squinted and tried to hide his confusion.
"It's a deal then. Now go away."
The monsters gritted their teeth the same way he did, and they growled at him between clenched jaws.
The masks weren't done though. "You will need help, Bellerophontes, to find this devious entity."
"And I suppose you have one lined up for me."
"In a manner of speaking. You know this person well, and you know where they have gone."
He raised a brow. "I do?"
"Indeed. You crushed their face with a rock."
He took a step back. "... he's alive?"
It was the Erinyes' turn to laugh. They flapped their wings, kicked up dirt and water with their huge wingspans, and lifted into the air, all the while cackling. The masks did not answer him. In fact, they went deathly silent, and the white mist that glowed in their orifices faded away. The skulls that the masks were strapped to fell to dust caught in the wind of wings, leaving the masks to dangle from thread with no voice.
And they left. As quickly as they came, the wicked monsters were gone, high into the sky and nothing but a blur against the sun.
The silence that followed was painful. He looked down at the stones beneath him for a while, and listened to the little stream that flowed from the mountain into the large rock basin beside him. He looked to the sky, to the water, to anywhere but Medusa.
The gorgon didn't move either, he'd have heard it. She stood there, still as a snake, and watched him. When he glanced her way in the corner of his eye, he could see she was still holding her hands up to her lips, and was biting a knuckle. Her eyes were wide, shocked.
And why wouldn't they be? Shit just showed up and dumped itself all over the two of them.
He might as well talk first. It was his fault. "I... I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" She took his voice as a queue, and slithered over to him. She'd even brought his loincloth, and he chuckled half-heartedly when she handed it to him.
"For this," he said, and gestured to the sky where the demons were dots on the blue. "For... not telling you my real name." He tied on the loincloth, and did his best to avoid eye contact as he did so. He didn't need her to see the guilt he was sure he was radiating. "For—"
She picked him up, and hugged him. He knew he was a light guy, but the gorgon literally picked him up and raised him several feet in the air, just so she could hug him while slithering about with her human half hovering high above the ground. Damn she was strong when she wanted to be.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," she said, and she slithered around in a circle like a dance. After a few minutes of holding him like a doll, she set him down, but she kept one of his hands in hers, and she squeezed it while smiling at him. It was one of those smiles, the confident and happy kind he was the one usually wielding.
"I don't?"
"No."
"I thought for sure I did."
"No." She giggled, and tugged on his hand like a young, excited girl. "I knew you had secretsss, Darian, I just didn't know they'd be so huge. The Fatess?"
"Uh, yeah, it's... it's a long story, but the short of it? I'm just a pawn in their game."
"Game?"
"Yeah, they like to... they..." They like to ruin lives. "They orchestrate events, big things, anything that could get spun into a tale, and throw someone like me into it."
"Oh... oh! Your eyes, they glowed white like... those masks..."
The reality was starting to hit her, he could see it on her face. The last thing he wanted was for her to look at him differently.
She tugged on his hand again, closer, until she was able to lean down and put her forehead to his. "And you gave me a choice... to stay by your side. And even more, you said you... you'd do this to help me."
He nodded, and let her snake hair poke at his shoulders. "Yeah, I... I didn't want you involved if you didn't want to be. And I saw a chance to help you. I couldn't waste it, right?"
A tinge of guilt crept up his back. He wanted to help her, he did. But he also saw an opportunity. Him, Athena, and a host of ways he could take advantage of that. A step closer to revenge.
But not until Medusa's curse was fixed. Control yourself Darian, even if you get the chance, control yourself. Medusa came first.
"You couldn't waste it." Medusa chuckled, and she started to slither around him again. This time though, she kept close to him, very close, so close he couldn't raise his arms. Bit by bit, she coiled around him until he couldn't move, and she held him like a meal ready to be devoured.
He really didn't mind. It was even comforting, trapped in her embrace, her smooth snake skin along his human skin. And when she smiled at him, he couldn't help but smile back.
"So... you're leaving soon," she said.
He nodded, head heavy. "Yeah. I know who they were talking about, and where he's gone. It's South of Sparta."
"That is far... I wonder if the journey will be hard on my scales." She reached down, and patted the belly of some of her snake length.
Wait, hard on her scales? "You're coming?"
"... did... you not wish for me to?"
Arg, she had that sad, worried look on her face again that broke his will like puppy eyes.
"Of course I do. We... it's..." He tried to raise his arms to express his concern. No good, trapped at his side. "It's dangerous! You could get hurt."
She shook her head, and squeezed him with her snake coils. He couldn't move at all anymore.
"Ssso could you! I won't... no, I won't let that happen." She put her hands on his shoulders and shook him, but he didn't shake much trapped as he was. "You want to help me. I want to help you! And... you gave me the choice."
"I did, I just thought... I figured I'd be a real jackass if I made those choices for you."
She leaned over his trapped body, and put her forehead to his again. Those perfect yellow snake eyes gazed into him, and her snake hair nuzzled up against his neck and jaw when she smiled.
"I heard, in Sparta, women can exercise with the men, wear chiton robes like men, read and write, even earn money," she said. "Is that still true?"
He nodded. "Last I was there, the women were walking around with the men, doing those things, yeah." He really liked his visit, much as it had taken some convincing to let him in the city. Spartans were a defensive bunch.
"And you said the one who can help you is near Sparta?"
"I did."
"Then... I would like to see that. With you," she said.
She was nice, so damn nice. So perfectly and completely nice, nicer than anyone he'd ever known. It was going to get her killed, and it was the reason he didn't want her to go. It was also the reason he didn't want her out of his life.
She was so close to him, with her forehead on his, her snake hair coiling around his ears and shoulders. He pushed his jaw forward, found her lips, and gave her a kiss.
She pulled back, surprised. Had he crossed a line? Last night had been a very sexual experience, and right then, it wasn't sexual. It was different.
"You kissed me," she said. Her voice had gone quiet again, and she put her fingers on her lips to touch where he'd kissed them.
"Sorry, just... I couldn't help it. Y—"
She kissed him back. Her hands found his head and neck, held onto him, and pulled him into her kiss. Her eyes were closed, her expression was blissful, and she wasn't stopping. Her coils loosened with time, until Darian could get his arms out, but Medusa was pushing herself forward and onto him, until he was sitting on the stone and blinking up at the gorgon.
"Do... all the women... throw themselves at you, like this?" she said, and she laid her human body atop him in the center of a large ring of her snake length.
"Many do," he said. When she raised her head and frowned at him, he snickered like a child. "But, I always said no." That got her smiling again.
"No? Why would you say no?" She reached for his hands and netted her fingers into his while her weight pinned him to the earth. Her snake length beneath the hips rested between his legs, and her stomach was flat on his. From there, she put her lips onto his again, and moaned, just barely, into his lips.
"None of them were... kind." He put his arms on her hips, and held on while the deadly gorgon bathed him in kisses. Not a single one of those women had been as kind as the monster in his arms.
"That is a sad story." Satisfied, she sat up, and laid her body out across her snake length. "Now I see images of Darian -- Bellerophontes -- pursued by women, but always alone."
"It wasn't... yeah, I guess I was pretty lonely."
"Then I hope to keep you company on your journey," she said.
"That journey is going to be a hard one, Medusa."
"I can imagine."
He shook his head. "People could die."
"Probably."
"People are going to see this," he said, and pointed to his forehead where he carried his slave mark. "If not, they'll definitely see you."
"We will deal with it if it happens."
"And it will be a long journey."
"The better for us to get to know each other? Not even ten days and you've shared my bed. I feel like a harlot."
He laughed. She may have said that, but she was grinning like a guilty cat.
"You... really want to help me on this, don't you? You don't even know who Pegasus is, and you barely know me." And you don't know what I'm capable of.
"I know you are also doing this to help me... and that you are the first to ever look at me with those eyes." Again she reached out and tugged on his hand. "Am... am I to give a speech for you? Like a poem for Aphrodite, stroking your ego with talk of infatuation and attraction?" She joked, but her finger caressed his knuckle, the same as he had done for her the night before.
"I am a man. Best way to make me happy is to inflate my ego."
"Oh, I see." She tugged his hand again and brought him closer. "Then, you are the first to make me laugh, and smile, and feel safe in a very, very long time, Darian. Not even when I was human did I ever enjoy someone's company as much. And... and I know there is a lot about you that I don't know, but... I am hoping you'll tell me."
"I know." He winced at the thought of dredging up old, ugly stories. "And I will tell you, if you give me time?"
She nodded. "I will. It's a good thing it's a long journey then."
Damn she was a treasure, and way too forgiving. How had a century of solitude and warriors come for her head -- warriors she'd killed -- not hardened her? He'd hate to be the one responsible for destroying her beautiful personality.
But he'd hate it more if he was responsible for her getting killed.
"Alright. If we're going to sail and trek across Greece, I'm going to need to teach you to fight."
Medusa
It did not take much time for Medusa to realize, she was a horrible fighter.
Darian, or was it Bellerophontes now? He had found them both some sticks to use as swords and spears, and he was trying to teach her some forms. From the dead, he'd removed their shields, one for him and one for her. Dead men's shields. She frowned each time she looked at the thing on her arm.
"Onenne combat is a different beast, compared to phalanx combat. In a phalanx, you'd be against a wall of larger shields and spears. But when it's a duel, or maybe two on one, you need to be able to move and block." He demonstrated by quick stepping side to side, but also keeping his sword and shield up.
Apollo's light cast down on them in the midday, and the murmurs of the sea were behind her. Out on the dock, she could stare up at the two sisters she never wanted, Sthenno and Euryale from the names carved at their feet, and wish she could lay under the shade they cast, but Darian would have none of it. Instead, he kept them out along the dock where there was little room to move, unless she wanted to fall into the sea. She considered slithering down into the water, just to help alleviate the heat. Her human half could sweat, but her snake half could not; staying cool in the sun was a problem.
She tried to emulate his quick movements. There was no chance, not with her snake body. The best she could do was hover her torso in the air from side to side. Her torso had a few bruises too; Darian took his training seriously, and had thwaped her more than thrice.
"But... I have no legs, and..."
"Yeah. I know, and — yeah." He scratched at the back of his neck, just as confused as her. "And it could all very well be a moot point. If you try dodge me, I'll just—" he leaped in with disturbing speed, a blur, and when she tried to move her human half out of the way, she succeeded. But it didn't matter, Darian just went past her torso and attacked her snake half. He was kind enough to not smack the scales hard enough to bruise that flesh, but the point was clear nonetheless.
"I can't move the length of me with a jump or hop. Anyone with a sword has an advantage."
"If you let them engage like that, yeah. You'll have to kill them first to prevent that scenario."
"I..." She lowered her stick sword and looked down at the water beside her. He said the word 'kill' like it was weightless. "Do... I have to?"
He blinked at her. "Have to what?"
"Kill them first?"
"If you don't want them to kill you."
She opened her mouth to respond, but stopped herself. Darian was the first one she had ever seen, ever, who didn't want her dead. It was a fool's hope to think others might do the same. And if she was going to come on this journey, she would be the one drawing people's ire.
But drawing the ire of people was better than letting Darian run off on some insane quest without her aid. Maybe.
"Are you still squeamish about it?" Darian said.
"About killing? Of course!" With a frustrated groan, she threw the stick into the water and turned her back to the man. The whole conversation was turning sour, and she slithered off toward the temple stairway.
Darian jogged after her. "But you've killed many."
"Always in self defense! And always after I asked them to leave."
Slithering up the stairway was never a fun experience. There were still many dead, worn with a century but still standing and taunting her with their horrified faces. Athena's curse had turned everyone on the island to stone when it happened, and that she did not blame on herself. It was the few warriors on the stairway that she felt guilty for, sorrowful for. Warriors that had come to the island, and she had killed herself.
She was careful not to touch any of the dead statues she slithered past, new or old. "I don't like fighting." I don't like hearing people's final gasps.
"Then are you sure you want to come with me?" He got out in front of her on the stairway and blocked her path with arms out to his sides. "I'm going to be fighting people. It always happens when I work with the Fates, and it's always worse than I can predict."
"I am sure. It's just... must we default to violence?"
"I don't think—"
"I'm not saying we won't fight, and I'm not saying I won't kill. It's just... can we try and avoid it first?"
Darian winced, looked to the ground, and leaned his weight onto the stick in his hand. "You think I'll just kill anyone we run across?"
"No! No, no I..." She lowered her torso until it was eye to eye with Darian, and she reached out to put a hand on his chest. "Please, I meant no offense. I just... when you saved me, that night we met, you were... very brutal."
"That was—"
"I know. And I do not regret that it happened, just... I think people would surprise you, if you showed a little mercy."
He winced again, when she said mercy, like it were salt in a wound.
"I..." He shook his head, took a deep breath, and took her hand into his. "Alright. I'll try. I hope you're there to remind me?"
She almost glowed with his response. "I will!"
"And if push comes to shove, can I remind you that sometimes, violence is the only answer?" With that, Darian pointed at one of the statues on the stairway, a warrior.
While the other statues on the stairway were running from the temple, a few warriors upon it were heading up to the temple. The one Darian motioned to was worn with time, like the others near it. Battles from long ago, when Medusa had been caught unawares and was forced to defend herself outside the temple, on the stairway. Despite how weather had smoothed many of the sharp edges on the dead man, the look of hate and anger on his face was unmistakable.
"... you can." She leaned forward onto Darian, and put her forehead against his.
Darian sighed like an annoyed parent, but relented, and nudged his forehead to hers. Her snake hair, a bit distraught and weak from the sun, slithered out to rest along his shoulders and hair. Darian rolled his eyes, but when one of the little critters drifted around his cheek and along his jawline, he turned his head just enough to give it a small kiss.
How quickly the two of them had grown so comfortable with each other. Not even a full day since she had first pulled him to her bed -- pile of blankets -- and already they were holding each other like some sort of silly young girl's fantasy. She tried not to let it go to her head, but the handsome, lean little man before her was just so delicious, and beautiful, and warm.
So she returned his kiss, with her lips and not those of her snake hair, and rubbed her thumb along his knuckles.
"Ok, if I can't use a sssword and shield, what do you ssssssuggest?" she said.
"If they're close enough? Use the stone sight Athena gave you."
It was her turn to wince again. "And if that isn't an option? Perhaps you are nearby and it'd put you at risk?"
"You still have your transformation. I saw what you did to that boar."
She frowned and pulled away a few feet. "Use the... that thing?"
He nodded, and when she tried to pull further away, he didn't let go of her hand. "Last resort! Honest. And besides, I think I have a better idea. Have you ever used a bow?"
Digging through the dead for their things a second time put Medusa in a foul mood. She hated touching the dead, and that included the statues; rooting through their things was far worse. But it was a necessary evil, and when you're trapped on an island, you make do with what you have.
The two of them had moved back up to her little home behind the temple, and this time instead of sticks and shields, Darian had found a bow for her, with a quiver and arrows.
And they fired it for two hours. When the arrows became useless, Darian routed through the dead warriors to find more. One of the large trees nearby was riddled with scratches and holes by the end of the grueling session.
"My arms are tired," she said.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm pushing you way too hard." Darian walked over to the tree and retrieved several more arrows. "We can stop, do a bit tomorrow, and every day. You are a very good shot though."
"Thank you." She beamed with pride. A sword or spear were such visceral and brutal things, but a bow and arrow had a certain elegance that she preferred. Maybe she just liked being far away from the violence? But she had to admit, lining up the shot and hitting the target, even a tree, was immensely satisfying. And she was good at it, she could tell each time Darian's mouth opened she landed an arrow. Again, and again, and again.
"Must be a snake's aim," he said, and walked up to her with the arrows.
She handed him the bow and quiver, and stretched out her arms, complete with a blissful sigh of release from the tension in her muscles. "Maybe. I am much preferring the bow. I can use it from positions others cannot as well, high and low." She raised her torso ten feet into the air, and then to the ground to demonstrate. "But..."
"But?" He walked into their little home, bow in hand.
"My breasts prevent me from aligning things as simply as you would. I have to hold the bow away for a couple inches." Being buxom was nothing more than a pain.
Darian reemerged from the home, laughing in that soft way he did when he teased her. She wanted to give him a bruise or two for teasing her then, but at the same time, she loved the sound of his voice when it was warm.
"The Amazons are rumored to cut off one of their breasts to deal with that, but it's nonsense. They do wear clothing that keeps their breasts tighter to their bodies though." He walked, almost skipped up to her, and pointed up -- she was hovering a few feet higher than him -- at her breasts. "Those wraps you love. I know they're soft and feel nice on the skin, but maybe you could tie another one underneath around your bust, nice and tight?"
Medusa groaned. "A breast bind? I guess. It sounds uncomfortable. Will I need to wear it all the time?"
"Only when we're moving."
More groans.
Darian reached up, took one of her hands, and pulled her down to him. "If it's any consolation, I'd be much happier if you kept them out too."
Medusa brought her hands up to her cheeks and shook her head side to side when the blushing started. "Darian!"
Just when she thought the man was going to take her into their little home, he let go of her hand. She opened her eyes to find Darian was squirming a little, and looking to the side. She tried to read his expression, but all she could tell was that he was conflicted. Her snake hair pointed down at where their fingers had been touching earlier, and how empty it felt now without his hand in hers.
"Sorry," he said, "always thinking with my dick."
Again, the man was apologizing for his sexual behavior. Why? Last night had been amazing! Just the thought of it, of him inside her, her folds spread around him, it all sent tingles from her fingertips, up into her chest and down through her snake length. And he'd said she was a seductive woman, that he'd really enjoyed it, and... and all the things that should make him want to do it again. Why did he stop?
She reached out and took his hand back. To her relief, his eyes drifted back to hers, and his smile returned.
And when she started to pull him back to the pile of blankets, his smile brightened. That smile, a beautiful thing on his trimmed beard and youthful face, must have contained some strong desires. The closer they got to the blankets, the more joyful and excited he appeared. And once he was standing in the middle of her bed, his eyes looked like they would explode with passion. Even his fingers in her hand were buzzing, and his other hand fidgeted with his tunic at his side.
He looked so happy, but refused to touch her? He... oh. Oh! The man would not touch her because of how last night had gone. She had asked him to hold still for her, for her to be the one in control. The man looked like he wanted to ravage her, but still he kept himself under control. For her.
She smiled, released his hand, and lowered both of hers to his waist. With slow hands, she undid the belt of his chiton garb, so that the loose and flowing white of the fabric hung free. Then she reached for his shoulders, undid the buttons upon its shoulders, and let the garment fall.
Darian didn't move an inch. He smiled at her, warm, delighted, and watched her working hands. When she placed her hands on his chest though, he made a tiny sound as he inhaled sharply, and looked down to her fingers. She kneaded the hard muscle of his body, and slid her hands down further, teasing the indentations of his musculature down his sides, his abs, the Apollo's belt of his hips, and where it disappeared into his loincloth. Licking her lips, she slid her hands into those as well, slipped her fingers behind him, and kneaded her fingers into the hardness of the warrior's ass.
And still he did not move. With how close she had to be to reach behind him, her face was only inches from his, and she grinned like a young girl again when Darian's breath quickened. Her heart was getting faster, and her body was starting to shiver with its own anticipation. How many times had she cum on the man she was currently undressing, last night? Three, four times? The blur of memories already had her body growing hotter, and she could feel her nipples harden under the wrap she wore.
When she finally sneaked her hands behind him and found the loop of his loincloth, she felt her cheeks turn red and her breath stop while she slowly undid the knot. The fabric fell free, and Darian was left to stand in the nude. Still he did not move.
She backed away a little, and looked at him, his array of lean muscles, and the perfect definition that almost seemed a little out of place on his smaller frame. Not a bulky man, but a slim and powerful one. She remembered some of the massive warriors that had come for her, tall and broad and brimming with bulging muscles; Darian was not that. If they were a bull, Darian was the fox.
He was certainly a confident fox! He smiled at her, that deliciously confident but also warm and gentle smile. Basking in her gaze, no doubt, by the way he almost posed for her.
And as she watched him, her body shivering with growing desire, she stared down at his member, growing longer and taller as Darian's arousal grew right along with hers.
"I have not even touched it," she said, "and you're already hard."
Darian grinned, but she could see a hint of embarrassment when he looked down. "Well you keep staring at me. I can't help it."
Her eyes were enough to bring the man to arousal? She hugged herself and giggled a little, but also slipped her hands higher, up behind her neck to find the knot of her wrap, and she undid it with practiced swiftness. She didn't let it fall though, she caught it along her forearms instead, and pressed the collapsing fabric over the bottom of her breasts and over her swollen, large nipples. Darian's erection twitched several times, and the man groaned at the sight.
She was teasing him. Again! It hadn't even occurred to her to do it, it just came to her like fire to oil. The way he stood there, gazing at her with eyes glazed in hunger made her whole body tingle, and she could not help but indulge in those eyes by slowly letting the fabric fall from her skin. When finally her heavy breasts were exposed, pulling down against her body without the wrap to keep them supported, Darian groaned. The poor man kept his hands at his sides, but she could see his fingertips caressing the air, as if caressing her.
She undid the wrap on her hips with the same taunting slowness, and when she slid it free to expose her pink folds to Darian, his cock raised with more twitches. He wanted to be inside her, she could see it in his eyes, locked onto her body like a ravenous animal.
Still he did not move. She slithered a little closer, and made sure to lean forward so her teardrop breasts could sway with their weight. Once again only a foot from him, and still he did not move.
There was still an hour of sunlight left, and it filled the little home with enough light for her to see everything clearly, far more clearly than the night before. Looking down, she could see his shaft straining against its own tightness, lined with subtle veins. His pubic hair was trim, but the dark hair was a huge contrast to her hairless skin. She wanted touch him.
With a shy smile, she eased herself down further and further. With her body low to the ground, she found a height similar to a woman on her knees, and reached up with bold hands to take Darian's hips and align him with her.
He blinked at her, and the surprise on his face was delicious. He even tried to take a small step back, but her hands would not let him.
"Medusa? You su—"
"I want to." No doubt the man was still worried for her, given her past. But looking up at him, catching his hungry eyes from below? She was getting wet. "I want to explore! And... touch and... see everything."
Darian gulped, but nodded, and his mouth parted with quiet pants when she put her lips only inches from his raised length.
She gulped too. Last night, the member in front of her had been well below her, and the whole process of sex had hidden much of what was going on, despite her attempts to see everything. Staring at his cock from only inches away though? It made her nervous. She could smell his musk. She could see his muscles tighten when he flexed his pelvic floor and caused his length to stand straight up. She could see the soft parts of it that ran underneath it, from his scrotum to the swollen tip.
With quivering fingers, she touched the softness underneath his member, and ran their tips up and down in a slow, loving caress. The reaction was instant, his cock springing upward with another flex of Darian's muscle, accompanied by a gentle moan from the man.
"You'll, um... you'll have to tell me... what feelssss good," she said. "I've never done... thissss."
"You seemed quite skilled last night."
She frowned at him. "Hey! I'm... it..." Her head lowered, and she looked to the side as more blush radiated across her face and body. "I know what I like. A hundred yearsss alone, and..." Confessing to a masturbation habit was not what she had in mind! "Ssssso I... did what I liked. And you ssseemed to like what I liked."
"I did, very much." Darian sighed, one of those deep and relaxing sighs, and he reached down with his hands to graze his fingers along her snake hair. "Here, let me lie down."
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her away and spread her snake self about. She coiled around the pile of blankets with her long body, left enough room for Darian to lay on his back, head propped up on some of her scaled side. She lowered her torso to put her herself on her belly between his legs, elbows on the blankets and her chin in her palms with her face a few inches from the phallus beneath it. Just a young girl studying something intriguing. Very, very intriguing.
He reached down with one of his hands, and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. Seeing his fingers circle his girth made Medusa's heart rate double, until she started to pant to keep air in her lungs. "Around the base here, you can squeeze and massage it however you want. But..." He reached out with his other hand, and pulled down his foreskin. The head of his shaft was swollen, ripe, tinted red, and it looked very soft. And with how Darian grew extremely gentle when he touched it, it must have been. "This is... very sensitive. I don't like to touch it unless it's something soft, and wet."
Wet. She leaned in a little closer, let out her long snake tongue, and ran its forked tip up the underside of his glans. Darian trembled under the sensation, and let out the tiniest moan. The look of pleasure on his face, and the little noises he made when she touched the head of his member, sent more tingles down her spine. She could feel herself getting wetter already, and her silky flesh between her hips was certainly soft enough for his cock.
But her lips and tongue were also wet, and soft. She was not as sweet as Darian as sometimes thought she was. She worshiped Aphrodite and Eros. She remembered what the young men and women did in the temple garden after dark!
With a gulp, she lowered one of her hands to his thigh, and the other to his member. Darian removed his hands for her, and she slipped one of hers about his girth. Warm, and the texture of his soft skin wrapped tight against the hardness of his arousal was such a pleasant contrast. She squeezed him, lightly of course, and she grinned up at the man laying down before her when he squirmed a little under her touch.
She stroked him, and eased her hand up and down his skin with a light grip. The hand on his thigh grazed along his skin before finding his balls, and she caressed them with curious digits. Such a strange sensation, the soft skin, the things it held within. She'd seen a man get kicked in the crotch once, and then him vomiting in pain after; testicles were meant to be treated gently!
Weight on her elbows between his legs, one hand caressing his soft flesh beneath his shaft, the other massaging the hard girth of his cock, she leaned forward, and placed a sweet kiss on the swollen tip. Darian trembled a little under her touch, his face was starting to blush, and his confident smile he always wore started to fade. Instead, his eyebrows relaxed upward, and his mouth hung open enough so she could see a bit of his tongue. He was enjoying her touch.
He was enjoying her touch! She kissed the tip of his member again, and this time, bolstered by a swelling pride and joy, she did more than kiss. She knew sensitive places on her own body, and she knew what she wanted — what she thought she'd never get — from someone. Soft, warm, and massaging touches. Slow, but powerful. Grinning, she slid her lips down over his ripe glans, and made sure to bury it in her soft, warm, massaging touch. She kept him there, and with her lips wrapped suckling on the edge of the head of his cock, she pushed her tongue against it, along its sides and underneath it.
Darian groaned, and reached one hand out to find her hair. She thought maybe he was going to stop her, maybe she was doing it wrong? But he slid his fingers into her air, let the snakes intertwine with his digits, and rested his hand on her head.
"Slower," he said. She almost didn't hear him, with how his voice had become nothing but a soft whisper.
Hearing him struggle in what she was doing to him was making her whole body shiver. Heat poured through her, made her eyes half-close in the haze of need, and she could feel her juices wetting the blanket where she was laying her hips down. She tried to focus, but seeing Darian getting closer and closer to climax from her touch, and feeling his fingers cuddling her hair before gliding along her scalp, it was making it very, very hard to not start grinding her hips down to rub her swollen clit against the blankets. Anything to relieve the growing ache inside her.
But she didn't give in. Focusing on Darian was too good. She experimented, toyed with him, squeezed his shaft harder before easing her grip, and suckled on his glans hard enough to make him gasp before she let up on the pressure. Darian didn't need to tell her what to do; everything she was doing, she did on her own, and she could see the pleasure on the man's face.
"I'm going to cum soon."
She smiled around his cock and started to stroke him faster. Her lips remained around his glans, suckling, kissing in slow, sensuous motions up and down the supple skin of the tip. Her hand on his balls held onto his thigh instead to balance herself while she started to stroke him faster, and faster, all while she gazed down across his body to watch the man struggle to not climax.
Darian's cock flexed hard in her mouth, and his hips squirmed. She loosened the grip on his girth and lightened her kiss, but Darian didn't remove his hand from her head. He wanted her to continue.
"G-gently..."
A warm fluid squirted up into her mouth, and she blinked up at Darian. But his face was absolute rapture. She tested him, gave him a slow, gentle lick of her forked tongue on his swollen cock head, and earned a groan from the man, along with another twitch of his length. More cum gushed into her mouth, and she let the thick liquid escape her lips while she coddled his cock with her tongue. Soon, the white fluid was flowing down his cock and onto her fingers; she barely noticed. She watched Darian's face, bathed in his groans of bliss when another gush of his liquids rose up from his length, only for her to squeeze at the base of his length to try and milk more. Her tongue found his cum, licked it away as it came out, and massaged it into his cock with her gentlest caresses.
After the last drops of his fluid rose up, only to be kissed away by Medusa's lips, Darian relaxed back against the blankets and let go of her head. He looked up at the ceiling, both hands flopped backward over her snake body, and he breathed deep. His drenched member twitched in her hand, and she gave its pulsing body more kisses. His cum tasted a little salty, and a touch bitter, but it didn't matter, she was drinking him. She was seeing stars and heat waves and all she could think about was the exhausted man before her, and that she was drinking him.
After a couple more kisses, she licked her lips clean, and slithered over to Darian to lay her human half on the blankets beside him.
"Did you like it?" she said. She put her hand on his chest, and felt his heart beat against it; so fast.
The small warrior turned to look at her, lowered his hands down from behind him to find her hand with one, and draped the other over his forehead. "You really are a natural at this."
She smiled, then frowned, then grinned, then sulked. "I'm no prossstitute!"
"I wasn't thinking prostitute, more like a sexual goddess. Aphrodite and Eros, you said?" He winked, grinning his happy grin like he always did. He had the best smile in the world, and it made her melt to see it.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had both hands on him, and she was rubbing his chest, pressing her thumbs into his muscles, and feeling his heart beat once again. Feeling it thud against her touch made her head spin.
"... my turn? Please?" She gulped, rolled onto her back, and turned her head to watch Darian.
The man lit up like a bonfire. He rolled over to her, cozied up his chest against her side, hooked her nearest arm behind him on his back, and leaned toward her face. Before she knew it, he was kissing her with enough ravenous need to take her breath away. She almost squealed in surprise into his mouth. All she had to do was ask, and this was his response?
She should ask more often.
Finally he broke away, and nudged his nose against hers. "So, you tell me what you like. But let me see if I can find it."
Ooh, a game. She managed a sheepish grin, but the crawling ice of fear crept up her back. He was going to explore her body. Him, and not her controlling him. She gulped again.
Darian leaned over her, and her snake hair reached out to meet him with prodding kisses and tiny licks. He moved further down though, until he was leaning over her breasts. They were so heavy, and they weighed down against her ribs laying down as she was, until they pulled down to either side of her body a bit under their weight. Darian slipped a hand underneath where it drifted off the side of her chest, nudged it back up toward her sternum with one hand, and brought his lips over her nipple.
Just when she thought he was going to bite her, he stopped an inch from it, and let his warm breath spread over her puffy, pink areola. Sparks of bliss worked through her breasts, just small ones, tiny tingling waves that drifted up and down her breast. She mewled. Darian's other hand reached for her breast as well, and caressed the underside of her breast with his fingertips in slow, sensual waves. As he did, he leaned in closer for her nipple, and while looking across her body to her, enveloped it into his lips, and suckled.
She met his gaze, and whimpered. "I... like that... a lot." Her hand on his back rubbed his spine with encouragement, and her other struggled to not intervene. She used her other arm to push against her other breast with her bicep, and guided it up onto her chest for him.
Darian smiled into her nipple, and raised his kiss from it. It was swollen even more than before, upright, hard. He leaned a little further to her other breast where she held it closer for him, and did the same. He cupped its underside in his hand, teased the tender, sensitive skin underneath it, grazed her pink areola with gentle fingers, before wrapping his lips around her nipple yet again. This time, he suckled a little harder, and she made a tiny whining sound with the feel of her body being bathed in the warm, wet kiss of lips and tongue. Her body felt like it was on fire.
Darian groaned into her breast, closed his eyes, pressed his face down into it, and opened his mouth wider to suck more of her nipple in his mouth. His tongue roamed out, licked around it, teased along its edge and out to the mound of her puffy, swollen, aching areola where he did the same. Medusa's whimpers only grew, and she had to force herself to keep her hands from moving. When he removed his lips, her second nipple had become more swollen than the first.
"Your breasts are so soft," he said.
"They sag." She frowned, unhooked her arm from Darian's back, and hugged both arms under her breasts to keep them as pert as possible.
But Darian rolled his eyes, took her hand nearest him, and hooked it back behind his neck. He leaned in again, found her breast with his hand, and let its weight overflow the cup of his fingers and palm.
"Heavy, and huge. Look at this." His lips found her nipple again, and suckled while he pulled his head up. Medusa squeaked like a mouse at the powerful sensation, and squeaked again when his lips managed to pull much of her breast into the air a few inches before he let go. The supple flesh of her breast squashed to her body, and jiggled.
She bopped Darian's head with her hand on his neck. "Darian! I am not a toy!"
"No, you're an unbelievably beautiful woman."
She blushed and squirmed and wriggled, but Darian smiled, and leaned back down to start suckling and kissing her breasts yet again. She could do nothing but lay there, and with each passing moment, whimper. His other hand found her other breast, and found a gentle rhythm to tease and caress its contours while his thumb grazed against the swollen nub. Each line his fingers traced, each lick of his tongue, each tender massage made her body hotter, and wetter, and the waves of bliss only grew the longer he went on. Her fingers found his hair, and she ran her fingertips through it while her moans grew along with her bliss.
Then she came. She mewled, held Darian's head still with both hands, and started to spasm with jolts of pleasure she hadn't expected. The waves coursed through her breasts and into her chest, sucking the air out of her and forcing her breath into useless panting. She shuddered, clenched on her pussy, and felt the tremors work up through her body before coursing down into her hips. More of her juices started to soak her folds, until it dripped down her side and onto Darian's leg.
Darian, thank the gods, had stopped suckling and licking while she came. After the sharp sparks of euphoria in her engorged breasts started to fade, she managed to raise her head to look up at Darian when he lifted his head and leaned over her. He looked shocked.
"You came from your breasts?"
She brought both of her hands up to her face and hid herself from him. It wouldn't stop her raging blush from showing through everywhere else though.
"You are an extremely sexual woman!" he said. He sounded amazed, but she dared not look. She couldn't let him see how embarrassed she was!
She shook her head. "No no no no."
"Medusa."
She cracked her fingers apart to take a peek between them at the man leaning over her. He'd drifted down further, placed his hands on both sides of her hips on the blankets, and was inching his face closer and closer to her swollen sex. She was drenched, she knew it, and now Darian was only six inches above her dripping lips; she could feel his breath on them.
"You're soaked."
"No no no no no." She shook her head more, and re-hid her face completely. Her snake hair had collapsed against her scalp with the bliss of orgasm, but Medusa was glowing red and squirming under Darian's gaze.
Squirms turned into wriggling mess when Darian's lips found her swollen clit. She reached out with her hands to find his shoulders, and gripped him tight when the tiny, sensitive nub sent overwhelming sparks into her thighs and up into her chest. She squealed when he licked it.
"Gentle! Gentle... please... I'm ssso sssssensitive..." Because I just came from having my breasts played with. The thought alone redoubled her blushing.
Darian smiled over her clit, met her gaze with his fevered, hungry eyes, and did as she asked. His kiss became gentle, his tongue as well, and he closed his eyes as he bathed her bud in a tender rhythm. He was careful to not graze her with his whiskers, and instead brought one of his hands up her hip, onto her labia, and began to massage the wet warmth into her in a perfect back and forth of loving fingers.
She melted into the blankets. Royal embarrassment from how easily she surrendered to sexual bliss faded again, replaced with the haze of rising pleasure. The building waves of sparks, like sweet torture, grew and spread out from her center into her body, earning more whimpers and shudders from her. It was not long before another orgasm took her, her clitoris sending almost painful shocks through her system. Darian knew women, she could tell, because each time she came, he eased his kiss into the gentlest thing, and let her ride out the waves that made her body give off light spasms, and more juices.
Darian raised his face and smiled at her, but she could barely see it. Everything was blurry with orgasm aftershocks making her tremble, covered her eyes in a light glaze of tears, and robbed her of breath. She did manage to see Darian wipe away some of her overflowing juices from his lips though. She couldn't get anymore embarrassed than she already was.
"I have never met a woman as sexual as you."
"Don't say that!" She raised one of her hands to her lips, covering her mouth, but Darian kept the other in his hand, and he kissed her knuckles.
Damn him, he was too smooth, too confident. He smiled at her and she gave up, like a young girl just swept off her feet. She was supposed to be older than him, damn it.
He gave her knuckle another kiss, but his other hand found her folds, and with his palm upturned, he eased his second and third finger into her aching muscles. She groaned, loudly, and squeezed his hand when he curled his fingers upward against the curves of her insides.
Her body was shaped a little differently than human women, she was sure. Her opening faced outward, instead of between legs, and curved upward into her body. That didn't stop the beautiful, lean creature leaning over her waist though. He gave the spot inside her a couple more gentle caresses, and then started to press up on it, pressuring it, pushing it outward from her body.
She twisted, mewled, and pushed her hips up to meet his hand, but Darian forced herself to lay her scaly butt back down with his other hand on her belly. Darian chuckled at her, and resumed pumping her g-spot in a rough-but-not-too-rough rhythm.
"D-D-D-Darian!" She reached out and grabbed his wrists, and tried to say something. He started pumping her pussy harder, faster, and she couldn't breathe. When she opened her mouth, all that came out was rapid fire panting filled with weak mewls and moans.
And then the orgasm started to work through her. Powerful, deep, it flowed out from her center and filled her chest, sparked into her breasts, before coursing down through her snake body. Her mouth hung open, her long forked tongue fell out between her lips, and her eyes welled with tears. Again she tried to speak, to tell Darian to stop, but no words came out. She could only hold on, and stare at the man with begging eyes; he was too focused on his hand to see them though. He pumped her harder, made her bounce against the blankets, and forced her juices from her trembling flesh. She soaked him all the more. Her cum splashed against his fingers and her pink, swollen muscles, only to be renewed with more juices when her muscles squeezed down, and forced more of her fluids out of her.
"Sss... ssstop." She couldn't get her voice to work; the best she could manage was a tiny whisper. She was seeing stars, her pussy's muscles were trembling in painful pleasure, and her grip on his wrists loosened as she found the last bits of her strength robbed.
Darian stopped the moment she said the word. He blinked down at her pink flesh, the copious amount of fluids it had produced under his assault, and then looked up the valley of her body to her. She was a shaking, quivering mess, hyperventilating and convulsing in small, random spasms while the orgasms moved up and down her body in waves.
"T-too much," she said. Her hands found his wrists again, and she held onto him with her trembling digits while the sparks of tingling bliss in her tender insides started to settle.
"Sorry! Sorry, just... wow. You're so sexual, I couldn't help myself." Darian slid back up beside her, and laid down on the blankets. He held one of her hands in front of him, his body nestled up against her side, and stroked her knuckles. He watched her twitch in her orgasm aftershocks, and when she managed to turn to face him, he smiled. He leaned in too, and put a kiss on her cheek.
"It'ssss ok." She tried to smile, but it didn't last, she had to keep breathing to keep the white spots out of her eyes. She raised her free hand to her eyes, and wiped away the tears that had formed. "I've never... climaxed... sssso hard before." Masturbating had never lead to blankets drenched in her juices.
"I'll be gentler in the future. I shouldn't have done that so hard, but... the sounds you make, seeing you cum so quickly, it's just..." He lowered his head, and kissed her knuckle, but he didn't meet her gaze anymore. He looked guilty.
She turned onto her hip to face him, and kissed his knuckle in return. Her snake hair did the same, bumping its many noses into the grooves of his fingers and drawing his eyes.
"I sssaid it's ok. It felt amazing." She slid a little closer until her breasts were against his chest, and she put her forehead to his again. "But, yesss, gentler next time please." She shuddered a little, blissful shivers working up through her long snake body and into her chest. "... and rough again the time after that." A small grin sneaked onto her lips, and she kissed the man in front of her.
He hooked his hand around her waist, and kissed her back.
Darian
The two of them sat the by the dock, and watched the sun go down.
The past week had been a constant blur of sex, practice, sex, practice, until Darian was sure the gorgon had some sort of special gift of stamina. One moment, she'd be shooting arrows, and the next she'd be coiling around him and draining him dry. He never asked her for sex, still a bit afraid he might offend her, but even when he wanted to, Medusa was already on him.
Best time of his life.
His back was leaned against some of her snake body, his butt on the dock, and a piece of grass between his lips. He watched the sun tip over the horizon, until Apollo's light was just an orange blur of clouds and sparkling water. He wore a simple white chiton, left over from long ago and stored away by Medusa, and even some sandals. All the time in the quarry, and the thing he may have missed most was sandals.
Then he looked back up at Medusa, who was gazing at the sunset with the same quiet he was, and coiled into the smallest rings of length she could fit. Less than three weeks ago he was trying to not drown. Now he was neck deep back in the Fates' games, and bringing with him another innocent. Old habits die very hard.
"The Erinyes, they said we would know their approach by... hooves? And death's hands?" Medusa said.
"Yeah. I don't understand either, but that's typical with those cryptic assholes."
"I thought they were mostly sstraight with you, considering what few words they've ever muttered to mere mortals."
He laughed. "That is true."
"You said they'd provide supplies for usss as well?"
He nodded, and leaned back a little further to put his head against Medusa's scales. Stars were starting to shine above.
"They wouldn't want their prize fighters to run the gauntlet naked. They're expecting a show. It's what they want."
"I... I know I'm not... I shouldn't..."
He sat up and turned to face her, a hand on her scales. "Yes?"
"I know I shouldn't ask, but..."
Gods, he felt like such shit, denying her answers. But it was for the better. Just the memories of memories, dancing on the edge of his mind, was enough to summon bile in his throat and get his bloodlust rising. No, this was definitely for the better.
But he could at least answer one question for now.
"We're tracking down something I was sent to kill."
She almost gasped. "Something? Not someone?"
He offered a shrug, turned around again to put his head back up on her scales, and stared up at the sky. The stars were really starting to shine. Calming.
So he breathed deep, and started the story.
"Proetus, a king of Tiryns, wasn't very happy with me. But I was a guest at the time, so he wouldn't risk killing me himself; wouldn't want to piss off the Erinyes, killing a guest. Superstitious fool." As if the Erinyes really cared about who killed who, for whatever reason. "So, he sent me to his wife's father, King Iobates in Lycia, with instructions to kill me. But"—and this was the funny part—"the message was a secret, written in a note to be given to Iobates. Again, a king treated me as a guest, and it wasn't until I'd been a guest there for some time that he bothered to read the note.
"So now he's in the same boat as his son-in-law, can't kill me himself." An edge was starting to rise in his voice. Sweet, delicious images of murder and bloodshed filled his mind, and he had to refocus on the stars above to ignore them. "Instead, he sends me to kill something, something he is sure will kill me, so he can avoid getting his hands bloody." He leaned his head back further with a twist, just enough to see the shocked look on Medusa's face. "Worst of all, me being both ignorant of the situation, and more than willing to show off my skills like an idiot, I agree to his request like a great gift.
"So I accept his quest, and go gallivanting across Greece with Pegasus, until I'm in the deadliest fight of my life." He sat back down again, folded his arms across his chest, and waited for the inevitable question.
"W-what did he send you to kill?"
"The Chimera."
She did gasp this time, and brought her hands up to her mouth.
She knew of the Chimera, he was sure. Who didn't? That was the reason he accepted the quest, after all. What a glorious opportunity it was to show off how strong he was, how fast, dexterous, and smart. The irony was like poison on his tongue.
"Y-you live though! Ssssso it couldn't have gone... too badly?" Medusa said. She reached out for him, her torso in the middle of her coils, and she laid her body across rows of her snake length so she could dangle her arms over his shoulders from behind. He could feel her snake hair nuzzle against his neck and ears, and even hug around his throat.
"Yeah, I lived. Barely." It was not a battle he wished to repeat.
"And kings... I... you sssurprise me, Darian."
"Bellerophontes," he said, and he couldn't avoid the sour note in his voice.
But Medusa shrugged it off and hugged him from behind. "You said you are Darian now, and I believe you."
He chuckled and nuzzled his head back into her neck, eyes still pointed at the sky. "Thank you for that." Maybe telling her all the dark, stupid shit from his past wouldn't be so bad.
"You said the Chimera. But from what the Fates said, it sounded like this thing we are to get help from is a person? I thought the Chimera was a massive beast, with the body of a lion, a goat head atop its back, and a snake for a tail!"
"Yeah. You'll see." No fun to ruin the surprise now.
The wind picked up. The cool breeze of the sea overtook the land warmth, and earned a chill from Darian and Medusa when it crept up the shore onto the dock. Heavy clouds loomed overhead, filled the sky, and like a blanket, the clouds covered the stars. It grew dark, very dark, so dark Darian couldn't even see the end of the dock anymore. The moon was buried, and the last traces of dusk were long gone.
"It... perhaps... maybe the aid the Fates spoke of will arrive tomorrow morning?" Medusa said.
Darian got up and stared out into the black water. The Fates, make a mistake? Not a chance. He walked further out onto the dock, each step growing a little more cautious as he lost the ability to see. But his ears demanded he go.
He strained his hearing against the wind. Something was out there. The stirred water was hitting something, and something was hitting the water. The telltale back and forth of rowing started to rise over the howl of the air, and the splashing of water against hull became clear.
But he still couldn't see anything.
Medusa slithered out across the dock to join him, and they both came to the edge. She must have heard it too, it was loud by then. The water was hitting something right in front of them, and the sound of oars hitting water didn't stop either.
Both of them almost screamed when some rope landed on the dock.
"Hey, boy! Pull her in would you?"
Darian and Medusa looked at each other, then the rope on the dock, and then back out into the blackness.
"S-show yourself!" the gorgon said.
"Of course! Of course of course. Sorry about, just had to make sure it was the right stop after all." A warm chuckle, bright and full carried across the waves. Whoever was talking had the voice of a singer.
A green light ten feet off the in the water appeared. A lantern, dangling from the bow of what looked to be a small boat, big enough for maybe ten or twenty men to sit comfortably. Someone was on it, and they had horns.
"... you can't be serious," Darian said. "A satyr?"
"Problem with satyrs?" the crewman said, and grinned a sly grin at Darian.
Darian rolled his eyes and started to pull the vessel closer by the rope. The green lantern was both subtle, and yet it provided enough light for him to work by. Soon, the boat was nested against the dock, and Darian stepped past Medusa to keep himself between the stranger and her.
"Not exactly, but I've never known a satyr to be able to focus on a single job without his dick running away with him." He gestured to the vessel. "Much less work as a servant of the Fates."
"Yes well, my dick is well taken care of." The Satyr chuckled, hopped out of the boat with the enthusiasm of a child, and chuckled again. Darian was already starting to hate him. "The name's Gallea."
Gallea looked like most satyrs, standing a bit shorter than the average man -- he was as tall as Darian -- and he had small horns protruding from the sides of his head that curled backward around pointy ears. He looked a bit older than Darian had ever seen in a satyr, maybe in his mid-forties, long brown hair pulled back between his horns, and he boasted a jolly smile with mischievous eyes.
Darian could already see a bit of himself in the satyr; probably why he didn't like him.
The satyr was human from the waist up except for the horns, and goat from the waist down. While a leather vest of some kind covered his chest, a brown sash dangled between the front and back of his legs against the fur of his body that reached his hooves.
Hooves, of course. Darian smacked his own forehead. Now all that was left was the death's hands, whatever those would be.
"So you're the mighty Bellerophontes, mmm?" The satyr approached him, eyed him up and down like a sculpture on display, and snickered at him. "Small thing aren't yeah?"
"You're one to talk."
"Yes but I'm no fighter. You won't see me fighting the Chimera, not in Tartarus or Elysium." He chuckled all the more, reached out to put a hand on Darian's shoulder, and walked past him. "Now, I heard I was also escorting a woman? Strange to be taking a lady on — whoa!"
Gallea jumped back so far he almost landed in the water, but his hooves slid on the wet wood right from under him. He landed on his ass, and then rolled backward into the black abyss with a splash.
Darian tried to help him, he really did, but the laughter stopped him like a punch to the gut. Medusa wasn't so amused. She frowned at him, slithered past him along the dock, and reached down over the edge.
"I'm sorry!" she said. "I... um..."
She lifted the shocked Satyr into the air like he weighed nothing, and put his soaked body back onto the dock.
"I'll be damned. Medusa the gorgon? That's who we're taking?" He held up a finger, coughed to the side, wiped some water from his face to the other side, and took Medusa's hand into his. Darian tensed, but Gallea started shaking her hand like a devoted fan. "Medusa! I must say, you are quite famous among us half beasts of the wood."
"I... I am?"
"Yes! Gods, such a horrible fate, and yet you still live after all these years, despite all those damned heroes like him" —he gestured Darian's way— "coming to kill you."
Darian stepped up to them, with every intention of getting between them and putting a fist into the satyr's face, but Medusa slid a part of her tail to block the path. On purpose or because she was bathing in the worship, he couldn't tell.
"Oh, I... well..."
"No need to be shy! Come on, Pinna will be so excited to meet you." Gallea kept one hand on hers, and guided her to the edge of the dock where the vessel remained.
"Pinna?"
"Shipmate, and my wife. She hasn't talked with another woman in ages. The ship really isn't much for company." Gallea jumped into the vessel, splashing water everywhere with his soaked clothes and fur, but he didn't seem to care anymore. Excited like a child, he turned around again and held out a hand for Medusa. "There should be enough room for you. Just pay no mind to the mindless oafs rowing the ship."
So this wasn't the main ship, good. Darian followed after Medusa, and wondered what sort of vessel they'd be on after this hopefully short trip with the smaller vessel. And who was rowing it? Mindless oafs?
Medusa screamed. Darian jumped into the vessel after her.
"What have — what in Tartarus."
Jumping onto the ship was like passing through an invisible barrier. Once on the ship, the green glow of the lantern, only a subtle shimmer in the black from outside, was quite bright, more than strong enough to light up the length of the vessel. And while the ship was long enough for Medusa's body, it had half-a-dozen men on each side of the ship, oar shafts in hand.
Skeletons.
Their eyes glowed with the same green of the lantern — how could he not see them when not on the ship? — and their mouths leaked green mist that glowed with the same light. Their wore tattered rags that weren't even enough to hide their arrays of ribs, and the grime of sea had built up on their bodies like rocks left in the water. They didn't move.
"Sorry about that. Charon's servants don't make for much chatter. But they're harmless." To prove his point, the satyr hopped down from the bow of the vessel, and punched one of the skeletons in the skull so hard, the skull fell off. The skeleton, with a slow and casual movement, twisted around, picked its skull up off the boards, and put it back on. "See? Dumb as clay."
Medusa stared at the dozen undead like a nightmare had come along and pricked her tongue with a needle.
"Charon," Darian said, and he groaned under his breath. "The Fates are working with Hades now?"
"The Fates have their hands in many jars, Bellero—"
"Darian."
"... Darian is it now? Alright, Darian, the Fates weave more threads than our simple mortal lives. You think a Fate's Child is their only concern?"
Medusa, pulled away from the horror by the conversation, looked at Darian and mouthed the word 'Fate's Child,' confused.
He sighed, surrendered, and nodded to her, before looking back to Gallea. "I was hoping they'd leave me be. I'd been left alone for some time."
"To rot in a quarry, from what I hear." The satyr pointed at Darian's forehead. "Was it worth it?"
He almost started yelling, maybe throw a fist or two, but a little voice in his head stopped him. He looked Medusa's way too, and she slithered closer to the bow of the ship to coil around him, what little she could with the room available.
"It was," he said, and he took Medusa's hand into his. She was shivering, and she kept glancing back over her shoulder at the undead. Worse, he could see her scaled length trying to find a way to grip the boat's boards and seats enough to settle, but without touching the legs of the skeletons, or letting the back and forth of waves unsettle her.
"Oh, a couple now are we, the gorgon and the hero?" Gallea said.
Medusa blinked, looked at Darian, back at Gallea, and back at Darian.
Darian supposed he could have said nothing. Hilarious thoughts ran through his mind. Were they a couple? Were they together? What would their parents think? What would their friends think? Or something equally as idiotic as saying 'no, it's too dangerous for us to be together.' For just a moment, he imagined the long, drawn out romantic tragedy that was the two of them trying to get over their personal fears and accept that they wanted to be together; it would of course end in the death of both of them, as such moronic stories did. He entertained the idea of such stupid responses for half a second.
"We are."
Medusa tilted her head at him, and her eyes opened wide, wider, and a little wider, until he was sure he could see around whole of the yellow in them. She squeezed his hand tighter, and leaned in against him to rest her forehead against his so her snake hair could nuzzle into his neck. Her smile was so huge, Darian couldn't help but smile back and nudge back against her.
Gallea chuckled. "Maybe I said something too soon? Ah, no matter. All's well that ends well. Boys! Back to Charon's ship!"
The undead all sat up straight in perfect synchronization, and just like a cog in some weird, Athenian invention, turned the ship. One side rowed forward, the other pushed against the dock with their oars, and then rowed backward. Once they were pointed out into the black nothingness, they went forward.
"H-how do you ssssssee?" Medusa said.
"The light works much better for showing what's on the ship, doesn't it?" Gallea raised the green lantern from the ship bow and waved it through the air in slow motions. "If you're not on the ship, this is barely more | null | [] |
than a firefly. Still, it doesn't help me see me off the ship. For that, I have to trust these fools." Again the satyr punched one of the skeletons in the skull, but the skull only pulled back a ways before settling onto the undead thing's shoulders. Its rowing went uninterrupted.
"Scary," she said. "Death's hands."
Gallea chuckled. "Bah, death's hands? Sounds like Fates talk to me. These are just bones."
"Moving bones! Glowing, moving bones!" She pointed to the glowing eyes.
"They're Charon's leftovers, no soul, just mindless drones scooped up from the river Styx." Gallea stepped up closer to the bow, and held the lantern out over the water.
Darian could see Medusa was torn, afraid and excited. She was looking over the boat's side to look into the black; it was the first time she'd ever been on a boat since her curse. But, she had a youthful curiosity to her that made Darian jealous. She'd come so damn far in the small time he'd known her. Her slithering body reached out a little, just enough so she could lean up and over to gaze in the direction they were moving, and her eyes were wide with a happy grin on her parted lips.
And she also kept looking his way. The gorgon lowered her torso down to him again, and nudged her head into his before putting her lips right to his ear.
"A couple?"
"Sorry, just sort of came out."
"No, no... I like that." She squeezed around him with her coils in a slow and tender caress. "I like that a lot."
He breathed deep, relaxed, and nudged his head back into hers. "Good. Because I like you a lot." And this journey has me petrified you'll get hurt. He tried to hide the thought with another cocky smile, but Medusa put a hand on his face and held his jaw with her fingers.
"It'll be ok," she said. "I sssurvived a century alone, hero. I defended myself against the best Greece had to throw at me. I'm sstill here."
He blinked, looked down, and back up into her yellow eyes. That was true, wasn't it? She didn't know how to use a sword or a bow, and yet she'd taken down dozens of warriors in her life time. Hell, despite her almost childish enthusiasm, she was much older than he was. He was the youngster in this relationship. He really needed to get his head out of his ass and stop thinking she needed his protection.
"You're right, you're right. I—"
A loud splash stopped him, before a spray of cold sea water hit them.
"Ag, sorry about that. Bitch woman threw the ladder down without warning. Pinna! What in Tartarus crawled up your ass and died?"
"Your dick!" A woman's voice, with the same bright and full tone of a singer as Gallea.
"I wish," Gallea said to no one.
Medusa uncoiled from Darian, careful of her small space on the boat, and moved her human half toward the bow of the ship and Gallea. "Um... oh!"
Darian followed her, careful with his steps on the creaking boat, and looked out over the edge.
A ladder was in front of them, just barely lit up by the green lantern. Solid wood ladder, floating in the air. No, not the air. Darian leaned in closer, and strained his eyes against the black; he could see wood. A wall of wood rose high over them, the same color as the night sky, and with the same smell of the ancient sea.
This was a ship. A massive ship.
"Up you go, good woman. Pinna will help you," Gallea said.
"And just who am I helping?"
"You'll see when she's up there!"
The darkness whined with annoyance. "Course I will!"
Medusa looked back at Darian, anxiety on her face, but he shrugged at her and nodded. It was safe, the Fates wouldn't arrange this madness just to kill Medusa or himself there. There'd be no climax there, no story.
Medusa put her hands onto the ladder, and stopped. "I... uh... not sure if this will support me."
"Charon's goods are not of this world, my good woman. If he can drag a cyclops by a tooth across all the rivers of Greece with a splinter, this ladder will hold you." Gallea hopped closer, stood on the boat's side, hands braced against the larger ship — it looked like he was leaning against the night air — and helped motion Medusa up the ladder. "Just squeeze it on the way up."
Even in the night, Darian could see the woman blush. Monster or no monster, she was not happy about trying to heft her weight.
But that didn't stop her. She took a breath, spent a few moments wrapping her long snake length around and in between rungs of the ladder, and started to climb up. Darian watched after her, a bit panicked at the idea of her falling into the sea; he had no idea if she could swim with that body.
A few moments later, she was gone into the darkness above.
Darian approached the ladder, reached for it, but when Gallea moved up behind him, Darian snapped his hand out and grabbed the satyr's throat.
"Ack... wha..."
"Sshhh." Darian picked the satyr up, put his back against the black wood before him, and pinned him there. His grip tightened, enough to block the creature's breathing, and ride close to the edge of damaging flesh. "Listen closely." Darian leaned in further, and he let the anger in him build until bloodlust was on his tongue and his eyes started to blur white at the edges once more. The look in Gallea's face told him he recognized the white glow in Darian's eyes, the same as the Fates'. "If this is a plot to betray me, I will crush your nuts with clay bricks and feed you the pulp." Gallea's eyes widened all the more as he struggled with his grip around Darian's immovable forearm. "And if any harm comes to Medusa, I'll not only crush your bits, I'll kill your wife and feed you her entrails. Understood?"
Gallea nodded, eyes watering.
"Good." He let Gallea go, and tried his best to ignore the man's pained coughing. He didn't want to do that, but he couldn't trust this man, and the tough-guy routine was usually enough to put people in line.
Maybe not this time though, with the Fates as this guy's master. The worry ate at him. The Fates wouldn't betray him, at least not yet. They'd want a grand spectacle after all, with spectators and a true battle.
Darian climbed the ladder, hopped over the edge, and gasped.
The ship was gargantuan, but the shocking part was how empty it was. There was no mast, no crew, no anything. It was just a big, flat deck, and a very long one. A couple hundred men could have fit on the deck with no issue for space. A few lanterns and their deathly green flames hung from posts that lined the sides of the ship, invisible to anyone not on the ship itself. Charon's magic was frightening.
He took a step forward, and looked down. The vast, empty deck had many windows built into it that looked downward, all lined with wooden bars. When he looked down, he could see nothing except tiny green, glowing lights.
More eyes of undead. The ship's interior was filled with them, a mountain of bones fit for a tribute to Ares or Hades himself.
In the center of the empty deck, Medusa was staring down through one of the square holes, her hands on the bars and her face and snake hair pressed to it. "So many!"
"I thought those undead scared you?" Darian said.
"They do, but... there's so many. They look like an army."
She had better eyes than him if she could see details. He could only see green lights and shadowy movements. He recognized the movement at least: rowing.
"Charon is most generous." Another satyr walked up to them, a woman, dressed in the same leather vest and waist sash as her husband. "You must be Bellerophontes. I've heard much about you."
Darian winced. "Call me Darian now, please. The less people that know who I am, the better."
"Darian then? Alright." She shrugged, and hopped over to Medusa. "And you're going on this journey with the mighty Medusa? You know she's going to be hunted everywhere she goes!"
This Pinna was a handsome woman, someone with some strength in her face and a bite to her eyes. She seemed about the same age as Gallea, long blond hair combed behind smaller horns, and tanned skin.
"Where's Gall—"
"Here, here." Gallea climbed up over the side of the boat and rubbed at his throat, but otherwise gave no signs of what Darian did to him. He waved lightly Darian's way, and walked up to his fellow satyr.
"What happens to the smaller boat?" Medusa said.
"Back under the water. It'll come when we need it. Same for this here ship." Gallea tapped his hoof on the deck a couple times. "Right from the bowls of the underworld."
Medusa looked terrified at the prospect. Even Darian shuddered. If it wasn't for the happy-go-lucky attitude of the two satyrs, the whole trip would have seemed like a horrible nightmare into Tartarus.
Pinna walked over to Darian. "We have instructions to take you to the coast of Laconia. It will take some days to travel that far, but we will settle on shorelines when we can."
"T-thank you," Medusa said. "I... I'm already... feeling nauseous."
Darian smiled at her, and reached up to pat the small of her back. After a hundred years on land, she had no sea legs. Or legs. He tried not to chuckle.
"What if we're seen in the day? This ship isn't exactly normal," Darian said.
Pinna shook her head. "In the day, we'll be nothing but an unusual fog to outside eyes. In the meantime, there are cabins you can sleep in. I... don't know if they'll work for you, Medusa, but I'm sure we can work something out." The woman held out a hand for gorgon.
Medusa looked at Pinna, then Darian, then back and forth a few times. It wasn't until Darian gave her a nod that she took Pinna's hand, and let the satyr escort her to the back of the ship. While the ship's deck was vast and empty, there was a raised section in the back with a door. At least they'd have a place to sleep.
Once they were out of earshot, Gallea wandered up to him, and he had a frown on his face. So the happy man was capable of anger. Good to know.
"You have some nerve to accuse me, Fate's Child."
It was Darian's turn to frown. "You telling me you wouldn't be suspicious in my circumstances?"
"I would, but I wouldn't attack everyone and anything at the drop of a hat because of that suspicion."
Darian stepped toward the satyr. Gallea took a small step back. That slight hint of fear in his movements was all Darian needed to see, so he dismissed the man with a tiny wave of his fingers, and walked toward the bow of the ship.
Gallea was not so easily dismissed though. "From what the messengers told me, we would be taking you, a companion, and probably others across much of Greece, Bellerophontes." Now he was sure the satyr was testing his patience on purpose. "Charon lent us one of his great ships. The Fates have personally requested your aid. Aid! Something horrible must have happened to cause such a ruckus."
Oh, the satyr didn't know? Darian nodded, and leaned over the front of the ship with his hands on the railing. He could barely see a thing, with the weird barrier the ship kept between his eyes and outside, but he could feel the ship had started moving, guided by the whim of the undead. He shivered.
"One of the Moirai masks has been stolen."
"Ah, that." Gallea nodded and pulled himself to sit up on the railing. Despite his slip on the dock, the satyr had good balance. Darian was sure he probably played as a performer for crowds in the past. "I knew that was bad, but I didn't expect it to cause this trouble."
"Do you know what those masks are capable of?" Darian said.
Gallea shrugged. "We're not all as privileged to be the Fates' favorite, 'Darian.'"
Darian rolled his eyes. Favorite? Cast aside like food scraps when they were done with him? Not exactly how you treat a favorite.
"There is power in those masks. The Fates wield the thread of people's lives, but the masks give them that power. If someone has one of the masks, then they've gained a dangerous—"
"Weapon. Then why would they trust you to fetch it?"
Darian squinted at him. Perhaps the satyr didn't know about Pegasus then, or the deal Darian made with the Fates to meet with Athena.
"Ask them," he said. "And for that matter, why do the Fates trust you to aid me?"
"Because my wife and I are aedos of course. We're going to record and sing this tale! The Fates would accept nothing less than a grand epic."
Darian glared at the satyr with eyes hard enough to kill. "Fuck you."
"You are a hard man to deal with, Bellerophontes," Gallea said, and hopped back down off the railing.
Darian chuckled again, and looked back into the black water. "Wait until you meet the next recruit."
Medusa
Medusa slithered around in the cabin. No room, no room at all. The vast ship had plenty of deck space, but the cabin rooms — which she admitted were an amazing luxury to have on a ship — were small. She could only just barely fit into one when she coiled on the floor of the room. She kept herself off the bed, since Darian would need a place to sleep. A bed on a boat. The idea made her laugh, and also nauseous. The sea did not treat her stomach kindly.
Pinna poked her head in through the doorway. "I know I know. Tiny. I'm sorry, I had no idea the famous Medusa would be a guest on Charon's ship."
"Gallea said that too. Famousss? I don't understand... Athena cursed me."
"That she did." Pinna stepped into the cabin enough to lean against the door frame, and pulled some of her long blond hair in front of her to twist its length around her fingers. "But we both know the gods are fickle things. You'll find no ire toward you from beast folk."
Medusa nodded, and made another attempt at settling into a coil she could find comfortable.
"I had thought maybe... if you serve the Fates, or Charon, or Hades, or... if you serve the gods, then maybe you would be bound by their rulings." She danced on the subject with as graceful words she could find, but there was no getting around it; she was afraid to be in the presence of those who served the gods. It wouldn't take much for someone to come into her room at night and chop off her head.
"We serve the Fates, Medusa, not Athena or Poseidon. And besides, I think you'll find the gods do not agree on much, and where you may offend one, you befriend another."
"Oh?"
"Indeed. I've seen much, traveling the world under the eye of the Fates. I've seen kingdoms squabble over women, and gods squabble over kingdoms. And Athena, in all her so-called wisdom, is just as fickle as any woman."
Medusa laughed. "That does make me feel better." She slithered further along the edge of the walls around the room, and looked out a porthole into the endless black. The sea was out there, cold waves, a cool breeze, salt on the air. Never, ever had she considered she'd be here, on a ship, setting sail and going on an adventure.
Adventure. If she kept thinking of it like an adventure, she was going to get killed, or get Darian killed.
"You and Bellerophontes. You seem awfully close."
"We are!" Finally, a woman to gossip with! Forgive me the indulgence, Darian. "He showed up on the island, and I was fighting off some warriors from Athens. He saved my life, for no reason at all."
Pinna swooned. "That is terribly romantic."
Medusa nodded, big smile on her face. But, the memory of the fight crept on the edges of her mind, images of Darian brutalizing those two warriors like they were nothing. Like they were sacks of meat. It chilled her.
"Bellerophontes is a dangerous man, Medusa."
Medusa blinked at the satyr. The other woman could read either read her mind, or Medusa was just too damn easy to read. The snake hair, now drooping at the thought of Darian's brutality, didn't help.
"He is." She nodded. No use denying it.
"If we ever travel to Tiryns or Lycia, we'll have to be extra careful."
Opportunity knocked. Medusa looked Pinna's way, then slithered her top half closer to the satyr, and peeked out the doorway. The hallway ended in a door that lead out onto the deck, and with the door closed, they had some privacy. She leaned in closer to Pinna, and spoke in a whisper.
"Darian doesn't like to talk about what happened to him."
"I can imagine he doesn't."
"He told me about what King Iobates and Proetus did to him, sending him away to be killed."
"... did he tell you why?"
"No, no he didn't."
Pinna nodded. "I imagine he doesn't want to talk about it."
Medusa could already feel the guilt working up her tail like needles, but she just had to know.
"Can you tell me a little?"
Pinna snickered and leaned in closer. "No one knows this except the wind and the Fates, so don't tell a soul."
Medusa nodded, but could not hide her massive grin. This was fun.
"Proetus's wife tried to seduce Bellerophontes — Darian. He turned her down."
Medusa gasped. "Is she an attractive woman?"
"Oh yes, very. Beautiful as the sun, and just as searing. When Darian declined her, she told Proetus that he'd tried to rape her."
Medusa gasped again. Her poor Darian; the hapless man suffered betrayal at every turn! No wonder he had such an angry soul.
Pinna continued. "But he'd treated Darian as a guest before then, so he couldn't kill him himself, lest those damn Erinyes come to haunt him. You know the rest of the story if Darian already talked to you."
"I do," Medusa said. She could feel the grin on her lips, but she couldn't push it away. Darian had denied a queen, a beautiful one at that, but had bathed in Medusa for a week. Pride and joy flowed out into her snake hair until the infuriating limbs were dancing on her head.
But why was Darian in Tiryns in the first place? How did he know the king? The questions itched inside her skull, but she pushed them down. She had to respect his privacy, and he said he'd tell her sooner or later.
"And you, Medusa? Where did you hail from before those horrible things happened to you?"
Gods, her life before? So long ago, a century, the memories were hazy and blurred with imagination; she could barely tell what was a memory anymore and what was just her self-told stories.
"It's hard to remember. I was just a woman. I lived in Athens. I served the gods. Athena, Aphrodite, and Eleos were my idols. I had a normal father, a normal mother... I think my mother was a baker, and my father worked with trade goods. I..." She frowned and lowered her torso onto some of her coiled snake length. Her snake hair drooped down along her shoulders, nuzzled into her neck and jaw, before coming to a stop between her shoulders. "I was no one."
"Beller — Darian doesn't seem to think so. I saw the look in his eye. That man cares a lot for you."
A grin forced its way onto her cheeks again. "I care a lot for him too."
"Then I hope this journey goes well for you, Medusa. We're sailing to Peloponnese, and a century has not wained their god-fearing ways. People know your name, and they know Athena is the one who cursed you."
"I know. But I won't let Darian do this journey alone, for me."
"For you?" Pinna said, and tilted her head to the side.
"I... I should not speak of it. Darian may explain if you ask him, but it is private."
Pinna nodded, and patted the air with both her hands. "I understand. I—" Creaking wood turned Pinna's head. "Ah, Darian. Your companion is settling in... or trying. Sorry, there's only the two rooms, and neither are large." She gestured to the door behind her across the hall, where her own bed must have been.
"Thanks. I — oh." When Darian came into view, he snickered at the sight of Medusa and how she took up the whole room. "Comfy?"
"No." She frowned at him, but reached out, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the center of the room. He was light enough she could drag him across her snake length to no worry, and plop him down in the center of her coils to sit against her snake body. "You have a bed though," she said, and gestured to the bed in the side of the room.
"Hmmm. Help me with this." Darian climbed across her coils, grabbed one end of the bed, and lifted.
"Um, ok." She took the other side of the bed, and helped him lift it.
The whole situation was a horrible mess of awkward body movements, but eventually Darian got the bed out the door and tossed the furniture frame out onto the deck. Once the bed was gone, Medusa had enough room to coil comfortably.
"This will be fine," he said when he came back. He climbed over her coils again, got back into the center spot where she had put him, and sat down. He leaned back against her scales, rested his head against her, netted his fingers on his stomach, and closed his eyes.
She giggled, laid her torso along the scaled length behind him, and put a hand on his chest. The others could be scared of Darian if they wanted, she knew he had a soft side.
"As you wish," Pinna said. Medusa could see a bit of surprise on her face though. "We'll be stop near Hydra in a couple days for supplies, and then it'll be a short trip to Laconia. The Fates said you would need the help of someone in Laconia, near Sparta?"
Darian nodded I will. "It seems I will, to track down whoever stole from the Fates. He's the only one who can find something the Fates can't."
Pinna tapped her fingers on her chin and quirked a brow. "How's he going to do that?"
"No idea."
Pinna frowned, then shrugged and bowed. "Rest easy. No one will find this ship, night or day." With that, the satyr left. The cabin room had no door to close, but she closed to door to the deck behind her, leaving Darian and Medusa alone.
"You should be nicer to them," Medusa said, and she slipped her fingers into Darian's hair. With him sitting against her snake body and relaxed, he was like her little doll she could play with. There was something satisfying about running her fingers through his hair, something she had not done in a century; snake hair was not the same.
Darian sighed, relaxed under her touch. "They work for the Fates."
"Did you not, in the past?"
"I was tricked. I didn't know I was working for them, I..." He shook his head, but when she thought he was about to get up, he eased back into her fingers and relaxed once more. "You're right. I'll try and be nicer."
"Good.
When they landed on Hydra, they kept to the shore in secret, and only stayed long enough to gather provisions. Medusa could feel the pull of the unknown demand she explore — how much she had changed in so little time — but it wasn't worth the danger. She wanted to explore, to genuinely slither across those new and unknown cliffs and fields, but she made herself stay by the mist-hidden ship, where it was safe.
It was a different story when they finally arrived on the shores of Laconia, part of the mainland of Greece. This time, they didn't land to get provisions, they landed to set out on a journey. A real, honest to gods journey. Her enthusiasm had her slithering on the beach in circles, but every time she looked further out toward the mainland, she froze.
"It's... been so long, since I've seen different trees," she said.
Darian had stepped further up the shore, and Medusa watched him from the distance. He was no longer wearing robes, but instead was dressed in the armor of a hoplite, a rich one who could afford only the best; a gift from the Fates Darian was loath to accept. He looked dashing though, she admitted, with his tall sandals that connected into obsidian greaves. His armor was a beautiful breastplate, ebony, with many black straps hanging from its waist to protect his thighs. It contrasted nicely against the white tunic he wore underneath it all, and the silver engravings along his armor that highlighted muscle with embellishment.
He carried a sword on his left hip, sheathed in its black scabbard, and round shield of ebony on his back. The shield had a drawing of silver on its face as well: a circle of thread. In his left hand he carried a spear, and under his right arm he carried his helmet, a Corinthian ebony helmet with all the same embellishments as the rest of his new equipment. The helmet was even topped with a crest of beautiful white horse hair.
"The Fates are going to get me killed," he called out to her from his perch up the beach, "wearing this garbage. Fancy, silver and black? I look like a... a..."
"A hero sent from the Fates?" she said, and slithered up to join him. Slow, Medusa, go slow. The feel of new rocks, new sand, new dirt underneath her bronze belly scales was making her shake with excitement and anxiety.
"Yes! Wearing this, I might as well be wearing a sign that says 'notice me.' We'll never get anywhere without being noticed in this garbage."
"Did you expect to get anywhere with me and not get noticed?"
A little further, a little further. With a deep breath, she pulled herself up the small cliff face, off the shore, and onto a new land. Before her, rolling plains of green grass went as far as the eye could see, disappearing into forests and mountains that rolled and rolled on to the horizon. It was all so much bigger than her island. Breathe, Medusa, breathe.
While Darian was dressed in obsidian and silver armor, Medusa received no such gifts. She wore the same wraps around her hips and chest as before — now wrapped in an extra band to her annoyance — and she also carried a quiver and bow from her island. The Fates did not care about her, and that was to be expected. Still, she felt naked compared to her companion.
Darian groaned, look at her, and after taking a moment to look her up and down, managed a chuckle. "No, I guess I didn't."
"You both take care of yourselves." Gallea jumped up the beach with a goat's hopping grace, and leapt up onto the low cliff edge to join them. "Pinna and I will be here on the shore. Come find us, we'll summon the ship, and we'll be off to our next destination in no time. Wherever that is."
"Thanks for everything Gallea, Pinna," Medusa said, and she reached down to shake Gallea's hand, and Pinna's too when the other satyr jumped up to join them.
Pinna put down two large carrying sacks, and shook Medusa's hand with both of hers. "Here, this should be enough food and water for a few day's journey at least. I trust you both to fend for yourselves, what with living on that island for so long."
Medusa nodded. "We can. Again, thank you."
She flicked the tip of her tail at Darian's back.
"Ah, I... thanks." Darian made no effort to hide his loud sigh, but even he reached out to shake their hands. And they returned it too, though Medusa could see Gallea and Darian eying each other like angry dogs. "And if we come running needing a quick escape?"
"Ah well then you're fucked," Gallea said, and he put an arm around Pinna with a smile. "You saw the boneheads. Slow as balls. So either come in secret or don't come at all."
Darian rolled his eyes. "Right right. Well, cya." With that, her companion put his helmet onto the top of one of the bags, picked it up, and started to walk off without a look back.
Medusa frowned after him, but before doing the same, she turned, and gave Pinna a tight hug.
"Thank you," she said, again.
"By the gods girl, you'll be back soon I'm sure," the satyr said, but she patted Medusa on the back all the same. "We can wait here for weeks if need be."
"You're the first woman I've talked with in a century, and as much as I love talking with Darian, it's not the same as talking with another woman." She'd even learned to control her S's with all the practice. No more unwanted hisses.
"Then I hope we can gossip more when you come back."
Medusa nodded, shook off the anxiety with another deep breathe, picked up the last bag, and slithered off. She made sure to turn around as she did though, and wave again. And again. And then again, for good measure, before the two satyrs disappeared behind the twist and turns of the rolling hills.
"Did you really hate them that much?" Medusa said, slithering along beside Darian, her long, thick snake body following behind them almost thirty feet.
"No."
"You seemed to. You're usually a warm person, but any time Pinna or Gallea were near, you turned cold."
He nodded. So he noticed it too, at least.
"I... yeah, I'm sorry. I know I said I'd be nice, but I couldn't trust them."
"They seemed like perfectly nice people — satyrs, to me."
"They did. People usually do." He adjusted the strap of the sack on his shoulder, and looked up to her while they walked. "It's a mask though, it's not them. Just like the Fates, people are masks, and the person underneath is not someone you know, or often, would want to know."
"D... do you think that way about me?"
"No," he said, and he smiled at her, that warm smile that he'd been hiding since the arrival of Charon's ship. "Why do you think I like you so much?"
Damn it. Every time she tried to get angry with Darian, he said something that wisped away her frustration and replaced it with joy. She could already feel her snake hair dancing on her head with delight.
"Is that why you denied King Proetus's wife?"
"Ah, so Pinna told you about that?"
"Yes. We gossiped about you and Gallea quite a bit." Medusa giggled a little at some stories Pinna had said that stuck with her. "She didn't tell me much about you though, except about the queen, and what lead to your quest to defeat the Chimera."
"I should thank her for respecting my privacy then," he said with a nod. "But, yes, partially. She was a queen and she was a manipulator, like they all are in royalty. She said a lot of things, but really she just wanted to control me."
Control Darian? Why?
"... you said partially?"
"Yeah. I also didn't bed her cause I know better than to stick my dick where it doesn't belong."
Medusa snorted on a laugh, and put a hand up to her face to cover her lips and nose in dismay. But Darian snickered at her horribly unfeminine display, and reached out to touch her hip with his spear-wielding hand.
"So, excited?" he said, and he motioned to the open land before them with the spear. "To the West is Sparta, but thankfully we're heading South West. We should be able to avoid most traffic. Hunters roam these lands though; we'll need to be careful."
The idea of someone finding her was a scary one, but Darian was there to help her if needed. And, though she knew she shouldn't, a small part of her entertained the thought of meeting a human who didn't want her dead.
"I am excited, and terrified." She looked down at her hands, and frowned at how her fingertips still shook with the rush of it all. "You said South West. What's that way?"
"I fought the Chimera in Lycia, but in the battle, he mentioned his home in Laconia, South of Sparta. If he survived his battle with me, I'm sure he managed to find a way across the sea to get back here."
"He mentioned his home?"
"Sort of randomly? He's a... he's weird. Speaks like 'I am from the land of blah, and I will blah' sort of stuff."
She giggled again. "You like to laugh in the face of danger."
"Laugh? No. But it never hurt to crack a smile."
Night time. The clouds of Charon's ship were gone, the moon and stars were out, and the breeze was cool but pleasant.
"We're going to ssssleep... outside? On the grass?" she said.
"Yeap."
"But, what about animals?"
Darian shrugged. "Even if animals were a threat, they'd only be a threat to humans. They'll avoid you, you're much deadlier."
That made her smile, but it faded when Darian started unrolling his bedroll, and threw it out onto the grass near a large tree. They were so exposed! On her island, she was closed off from everything else, but out here in the Peloponnese open land, the unknown hills and unknown trees were hiding eyes, starring at her.
"Come on," he said, "you'll get used to it. Here, coil up near me and I'll keep you safe." He said 'safe' with a big, teasing grin on his face. He took off his breastplate and set it down by the tree, before laying down on his bedroll.
She frowned at him, but did exactly exactly as he said. She coiled around his sleeping spot, and laid her human half across her snake body right next to above him. From there, she could look down at him, and reach down to stroke his hair some more.
"Do you plan to comfort me until I sleep?" he said, and nudged his head upward into her touch.
"This is for me! It's relaxing." She stuck her long tongue out at him.
"Come on, put your bedroll right here next to me. I know it's meant for a human, but you can still put that bit of you on it and lay next to me?"
She nodded, that was true. And in fact, she reached over to her bag and did just that. She unattached the bedroll, laid it down on the grass beside Darian, and adjusted her snake half so she could lay her torso down onto the blanket. On her side, she was facing Darian, and she could reach out and touch him with her hands while she got comfortable.
He took her hand in his and held it to his chest. He was still wearing his white tunic, and she fidgeted with the fabric in her fingers.
"Better?" he said.
"Yes." She slithered her human half a little closer until they were almost touching, and leaned in to nudge her forehead against his. It was a joy to see her snake hair nuzzle into his jaw and neck, and for Darian to nuzzle her hair right back. It calmed her.
"People don't travel the roads by night, and there aren't any roads for miles. We're safe." He nudged his nose into hers, and gave her upper lip a small tug with his lips. "Still sea sick?"
"No." She patted her bare stomach with a hand. "I'll need to eat something in a few days though." Pinna's small meals would not satisfy the hunger of her gorgon body.
"I'm sure we'll find something." He let go of her hand, reached over, and caressed her arm. He didn't say anything though, he just smiled and looked at her.
"We're really doing it," she said. "Do you think you can convince Athena to undo the curse?"
He shook his head. "No... no but I can try."
She sighed, but it faded into a gentle thing when Darian slipped his hand past her arm to find her back. So close, he was basically hugging her, and his fingertips drifted up and down her back between her shoulder blades. She melted into him, pushed herself closer, and hooked her free arm around his waist.
He was so gentle with her, so loving and tender. Always with her, and never anyone else. This Darian, a kind and warm man, was her secret.
"I feel like a child," she said, "clinging to you wherever you go."
"Oh? I thought I was the child, whiny and loud, getting into fights with the other kids. And the only person who can make me grow up and play nice is my mother."
She giggled and gave him a quick kiss. "I am not your mother."
"Definitely not my mother." He pulled her tighter to him, squeezed her, and kissed her. A real kiss, a deep one that stopped her breathing, made her close her eyes, and pull on his body as much as he pulled on hers.
His hand drifted to her breasts, but stopped just shy of them.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"Nothing, just—"
"You can be the one to sssstart. You don't have to wait for me every time."
Darian had been so patient with her. Every time they had sex, she had been the one to initiate. And she could understand Darian's hesitation. Even now he still treated her like a fragile vase, but it wasn't fair to him.
"If you want sex," she said, "then ask." She pulled away a little, just enough to put a few inches between them so they could move freely. "Maybe not ask, that's not romantic, but... touch me. Touch me here." She took his hand and guided it to her hip. "Or... here." She slid his hand up her stomach. "Or... here, whenever you like." She guided his hand under the wrap that held her breasts, and placed her nipple within his palm.
"Whenever I like?" he said.
She blinked at him. He looked surprised, as if her offering was absurd.
"It's not fair that it's always me. And I feel like a whore, hounding you for sex every night."
"Trust me, I'm not complaining. I just... you know."
"I know, I know. But... but now you can... touch me... whenever you want."
She tried to sound kind about it, like she was giving him a gift, but her words were starting to come out a little deeper, a little softer, and her breathing was only getting faster. It was a completely selfish request, she knew, and with how her snake hair was flicking its tongues at Darian's lips, he no doubt knew it too.
"You sure you want to give a man that right?" He kissed one of her snake hair's heads, making her bite her lips to silence her swooning.
"I do."
Darian smiled, that damn perfect smile, and pulled her close.
*Hope you readers don't mind while I do some world building and plot setup. :3* | null | [] |
(Entire planet TF feral, anthro, hyper)
-Beginning Of The End
-Going Down
-Unique Blend
-Psychic Type
-Big Girl
-Disasterpiece Theatre
-Tiny, Loyal, and Well Armored
-Last Wish
>Beginning Of The End<
Patrick did not realize anything was wrong at first, like most. He stumbled on a porn site one night in his apartment that looked insanely good. Sure, CGI had come a long way, but no big budget studios were willing to put those sort of resources into porn. He found an image series of a hyper furry that looked real- like not even photoshopped. All he thought of it at the time was how hot it was. Only two days later though, there was plenty of other people posting sets as well, all just as realistic creating a massive buzz in the fandom. Had a new editing software come out that made this sort of thing easy? Patrick almost thought it was a joke when he seen news articles on a growth virus going around making people super endowed. I mean, it had fake penis growth ad vibes all over it. It is a shame Pat did not use his TV for anything other than gaming and a second monitor for his PC- because he would have seen news reports on plenty of official stations on the same topic, but spinning it in a darker light. He was at work when he seen the first one- a deer that had a human head, neck, and chest running around just behind the mall he worked at. The next day he was told to stay home, and the day after that, the power to his house went out as someone crashed their car into a nearby telephone pole. Pat looked out his window to see the wrecked truck, and a huge tortoise stumble out of the driver's seat and walk away like nothing happened.
It happened too fast and there was too many conflicting cases for anyone to make sense of it till it was too late. People turning into this animal or that animal, getting hyper endowments, turning into half animals, or some strange mix of everything. The one thing that remained consistent is that everyone was changing and no one knew why. In a world where magic was known and practiced, you would think someone would be able to get to the bottom of this, but no. It was far too big for any human to have created- it was affecting millions of people at a time, there was no spell in existence that was strong enough to do that! Pat remained inside like instructed, but no other news came. No one came to fix his power, so he had no way of catching up on the news and he was afraid to go outside. Every once and a while he would look out to see one of his neighbors also peering out fearfully and a few animals going by through the streets. As time went on, he seen less and less human faces looking out those other windows. Eventually the people who were turned into animals escaped the homes and they too left, emptying out the neighborhood entirely. Most of the people around him had turned into mice from what he could see from his window.
He seen one woman break into a house on the other side of the street one day, he would call the cops normally but not only did his phone not work now- it seemed sort of pointless. He seen her through the windows, shoving things up against the door and around most of the windows on the ground floor trying to turn the house into a safe hold, retreating to its top floor only. She looked worriedly out the window from time to time as well, except every time he seen her at the top window her shirt was stretched further with larger and larger breasts. She seemed to vanish entirely for a day and he would have thought she retreated and abandoned the home, if he did not see... part of her a day later. All that could be seen now was the curvature of two gigantic breasts partially eclipsing the window- crowned with four areola and four huge teat-like nipples each. Odds are she was pinned to the floor with the size of them. That made him wonder though... was this thing contagious? She was hunkered down when she turned- she wasn't exposed to anyone else that he could see. She may have been exposed before entering the house of course. But the lack of information really got in Patrick's head. He was hiding from something he knew nothing about.
Another woman named Melissa knocked on his door looking for a place to hide. At a glance he could see she was perfectly human, so he let her in. In truth Pat was a bit afraid of letting her in, but he also thought of how shitty it would be if he were in her shoes and she abandoned him to the insanity of the outside world. Mel was a real good looking woman in sweat pants and a really loose black top. She was a shade taller than even Pat so she had really long legs. The two talked at length about what they had seen- Melissa did not know what was going on either. She was at a grocery store when shit hit the fan where she was. No one transformed in the area that she knew of yet so she figured she was safe to stock up on supplies. She heard strange noises coming from several people and then the next thing she knew half the grocery store was transformed! One person even turned into a Griffon and was toppling over shelves of food to scream at people as if it were protecting its nest! So many transformed people scattered out of the mall she had to be careful about how she got home, making sure to avoid all of them completely. By the time she got home she could see her former roommate through the windows- he had grown an additional six sets of arms, stretching his torso WAY out as it turned black and bubbled up into chitin plates. Each new set of arms was less developed than the last, and more encased in chitin. He was halfway transformed into a giant centipede. Her home was... infested. So she has been on the run since, looking for a safe place.
Mel was going to crash on Patrick's couch, while Pat slept in his bedroom upstairs. Both being in hiding, they were obviously not in the mood for romance. Although honestly Pat wouldn't turn her down if she brought it up. Mel did not want to get too close to Patrick if she could help it though- she already felt guilty being here but she had no idea what to do. When he had gone to sleep she slipped into the bathroom and lifted her shirt to look at the eight nipples down her torso. Her shirt was so loose because her breasts used to fill it- but they have been slowly getting smaller as three new sets of nipples appeared lined up below them, spaced evenly to cover the entire front of her torso. The last pair in her crotch were starting to look really puffy. There was also a discolored fleshy tail she had stuffed down her pant leg. It was long enough to reach her knee and the skin on just the tail itself was turning a silvery color. She shouldn't transform anymore now that she was away from those other freaks... right? She did not want to rub up against Pat though at risk of transferring what has happened to her onto him.
The next day, Pat went downstairs to talk to her only to find Mel had locked herself in the study. He had not been in there since his power blew up- the computer did not work and the lights won't turn on which means there isn't really enough light to read books by either. She said she could read fine by the windows, and was locked in just because it made her feel safer because she was still shaken up from being on the run. When he asked what she was reading, she had to scramble to the bookshelf to grab something off- she had not been reading anything. After Pat went to get himself breakfast and left the outside of the study door, Mel sighed in relief, looking nervously at her tail swinging around behind her.
Her tail looked back at her and shook its head. "And how long do you think it will take him to figure out you've got two heads? It isn't exactly subtle."
Over night her dreams were about arguing with a doppleganger of herself, one saying she was a freak too and needed to leave Pat alone, while the real her argued she was still fine. When she woke up she found she was definitely not fine. Her tail was five times the size it was when she went to sleep and now had a serpent head on the end of it! The head had a mind of its own and spoke with her voice, but like her dream, the second head rarely agreed with her. Her breasts were completely gone now, leaving only the nipple and areola in their place, but now the last two sets of nipples on her torso were sitting on tiny A cup tits! Because of how big her tail was and how tender her lower nipples were- wearing pants was now impossible. Not knowing what else to do, she settled herself down the best she could and started to actually read a bit, sitting on the window sill. The serpent frequently sighed in frustration, apparently being able to read faster than she can and having to wait for her to turn the page. That was weird. If they were both born from the same mind, why could it read faster? She found herself idly rubbing her lower boobs while reading and humming in pleasure. She surprised herself with it several times. How was she not consciously aware of it? They also kept swelling bigger the more she touched them. It was slow, but they were definitely getting bigger. By late afternoon she had a cluster of four C cups- two in her crotch and two on her lower belly. Oddly, the top two sets remained completely flat. The nipples erected with the rest and were just as sensitive, but no breast growth. She could also feel the tail growing larger every now and then. It felt like someone gently, sensually tugging on the skin around her butt and pussy but the skin did not grow tight, it just stretched further. Melissa spoke to Pat several times through the door as the day went on- Pat was completely unaware when several times it was not Mel but her tail speaking to him. They had the exact same voice so he could not tell the difference. The tail thought the same as Mel, but as time went on the differences that did exist became more obvious. Mel was feeling more meek, weakened in the face of her changes and constantly distracted with the pleasure created by her four growing tits- the flesh constantly pulled taught with subtle slow growth. The serpent was more aggressive, confident, and clear headed- unaffected by the growing lust the other felt; even though they both felt the pleasure.
They both woke late at night and had to unlock the door to skitter to the bathroom quickly- hoping Pat was asleep and did not come down. When she went to the bathroom she had an unpleasant surprise when she couldn't figure out how to even sit! Her tail was now so large and thick the transformation had pushed her anus forward and fused it into her vulva... she now had a cloaca! Her entire tail was covered in metallic dark green scales, except for a strip of flesh that ran from their cloaca to about the halfway point on the underside of the tail- the skin faded to grey shortly beyond the torso. That also meant her tail was far too large for her to sit on the toilet normally. She had to sit on the seat backwards, straddling the back of the toilet with her legs so her tail didn't get mashed into it. Melissa completely spaced out when she finished though and remained on the toilet gently prodding her tits. They looked like D cups now.
The serpent nudged the door open with its head to peek outside. "Uh, Mel? We don't know if he has an upstairs bathroom. He could come down here any minute potentially."
"Oh! Do you think he will like my tits?! I was sad to see them leave but they're back and brought friends!"
The serpent furrowed its brows and looked back at her. "... the fuck is wrong with you?"
Melissa pouted. "Why are you so mean all of a sudden?"
"Why are you so brain-dead all of a sudden?"
"I am not! They feel really good and guys like big tits..." She furrowed her own brows as she trailed off mid-thought. "We are hiding from him, though. Y-yea, I remember. But we have to show ourselves eventually, right? And he is cute."
The serpent yanked itself straight, which also yanked Melissa off the toilet. Finally taking the hint she scrambled back into the study and locked the door.
Mel bopped her head on the window closing her eyes in frusteration. "I feel so light headed and... ditzy."
"I think its because we have two heads now. I won the coin toss and seem to be getting all your confidence and levelheadedness... which is causing you to degrade into a bimbo."
She groaned. "I don't want to be a slut..."
Both were silent for a minute before the serpent spoke up again. "I guess for now, just rely on me. I am still you, right? So just let me take charge. Its not like I would ever screw you over- whatever happens to you also happens to me."
One became the version of Melissa that she liked to be in the bedroom, while the other was the version of her she strives for the rest of the time. They sat in the office chair for some time. Mel turned the chair back and forth with her toes on the floor and idly massaged her tits, which were now all touching one another, looking like a DD cup each. The serpent surprised her, coiling around the bottom of the chair when she was spaced out and yanked the chair over! Instead of hitting the floor she bounced on a segment of its giant tail and the serpent head slithered around and licked their shared cloaca. It did not have a thin forked snake tongue, it was long and came to a point. It also had a lot of fangs in its mouth unlike snakes who generally swallow whole and thus don't need teeth.
"Ah! W-what are you...?"
"We can't sleep because you are too horny."
It was hard to tell because the lips had the same coloration as the rest- but the serpent head actually did have lips as well. It penetrated them with its tongue, causing the human half to curl her toes and squirm while trying to muffle her own girlish cries so they did not wake Pat. It cupped its mouth over the entire cloaca, squeezing the plush area. As it took in her scent, the skin over its nostrils lifted into hardened points, expanding the nostrils slightly. Its scales started to thicken, starting from its face down the tail- growing a bit of a ridge down the middle of each scale. Mel's butt started to lift up on its own- the base of the tail growing even larger, causing her spine to project out on her lower back and discolor to slightly grey. Her legs tingled with pleasure and she lost half her control over them. She thought it was the orgasmic pleasure from the serpent's skilled mouth but that was only half the case. Small quills rose out of her skin, some blooming right away into tiny feathers and others continuing to grow into much larger ones. Down feathers covered almost all the space between, starting from the tops of her feet and quickly spreading down. Her pubic hair was quickly replaced by soft down feathers. The serpent was too involved trying to get them off and had its eyes closed, so did not notice. The human Mel noticed but was too breathless from the serpent's pleasuring to say anything! Her legs started to change shape, her toes fusing together causing her feet to have a tapered end, and then they started to stretch longer and thinner! The feathers followed the growth and continued to spread, consuming what had been the bottoms of her feet as well, and then the backs of her legs.
The serpent pulled its mouth off to catch its breath, a few strands of saliva still connecting them. "You want me to take charge, don't you? You just want to be a sexy little toy, all pleasure and no work."
"N-no..." Her voice was so high pitched and weak it was barely heard.
"Too ditzy to worry about what happens to the world, too weak for anyone to expect anything of you."
"Nnngh~" The tail grew even bigger, the bulge advancing up Mel's back and the scales following.
Her legs started to grow bigger overall, but their shape was now far from a leg. Buried in a giant fan of feathers- her legs had transformed into wings! The feathers were metallic green along the frame of the wing similar to the feathers of a mallard duck, but then quickly transitioned to dark metallic red, base matte red, and fading to pink at the tips. Her down feather pubes were all pink. The serpent dove down and started eating their cloaca again and a surge of growth went through her. Its neck became arched further and further, then started to fold over itself and flop over to make room as it continued to grow bigger and bigger. The scales started to slid out farther, overlapping themselves slightly like thin dagger blades. Its brow grew several tiny spike-like bone spurs like eyebrows. Mel groaned and squirmed as she felt its tongue grow thicker and a LOT longer, squirming its way very deep into their body. Her human hands hung in the air over her absentmindedly like an animal that was rolled onto its belly- and in response they too started to change. Her fingers fattened up and became shorter, her hands stretched a bit as the skin on the bottom of the fingers and each segment of the fingers puffed up into neon pink pads. Snow white fur quickly bristled into existence out of her skin up to her wrists but stopped there. When she looked at them and gasped in shock she flexed them and unintentionally brought out long hooked claws. They were huge feline paws- the claws only came out when she tensed. The tremendous bulge of the serpent tail advanced up her back, bulging out her spine all the way to the base of her neck! It formed a stripe of scales up her entire human back! It also raised her ass even further into the air, since she was laying on top of the bulge as it grew. A stripe of white fur matching her paws grew across her collar and almost all the way around to touch at the back of her neck, and grew the longest in the front like a psuedo mane. They started to knock over small tables and shove shelves around trying to make room. More and more serpent tail piled up and coiled around the room- the serpent half of her body now many, many times larger than the human half. Her human hair grew longer and longer, pooling on the floor around them forming a blanket across the growing layers of snake. In a final surge her cluster of four crotch tits swelled again, the very bottom pair growing very slightly larger than the pair over it- but both being in the ballpark of a G cup. As they climaxed, Mel's eyes flashed briefly, turning from ocean blue to baby blue and in a wave of brightness, the bark-brown color of her hair almost instantly bled away leaving her extremely long head of hair snow white like the fur on her collar and paws.
The serpent and Mel were both out of breath and fell limp for some time. The sky was starting to lighten by the time either of them move again- though they had remained awake the entire time. The serpent was a bit embarrassed, having gotten a little out of hand herself, and also being too involved with the act to have noticed many of the changes. They had no legs! They could not stand anymore. They rolled onto all fours and awkwardly tried to move around to see how it would even work. It wasn't great, but they could still move on all fours, awkwardly. They were sort of four legged now, except that all four legs were front legs... and faced opposite directions. Mel no longer had any control of the wings- they belonged to the serpent. They were sturdy enough that they could walk on the final joint of the wing like a wyvern does. The wings almost touched the roof even when folded back- so they absolutely could not open them up indoors. From one end she looked like a sort of flat chested cat girl, from the other end she looked like a busty winged serpent. The serpent groaned, squirming around in the too small room. There was so much snake that she could coil around the outside of the room many times over. Her neck was as thick as a garbage can! The serpent grumbled again, looking at her other half giggling and squirming around, enjoying the feeling of her ocean of hair. She was too dumb now to realize the trouble they were in. They had completely transformed into a monster... there was no way they could keep this a secret from Patrick for long- and it wasn't fair to him that they do. What if they could still infect him through the door? He was kind enough to let them take shelter in his house... as much as she wanted to stay, it wasn't fair.
The serpent but not the human was woken by Pat later that day, thinking they would already be awake since it was just after lunch. The serpent decided to break the news to him, though Pat thought she was joking at first, since she sounded normal. The serpent dragged the human half along the floor a bit to wake her up and got her to say something- in her now permanently high pitched, smaller voice to convince Pat. He did not want to kick her out because she seemed like a nice person, and still had her human mind even now. He wanted another person to be by him in these dark times, but he was also afraid as hell of turning into something himself. The serpent decided for him, already making up her mind that she would leave. She told Patrick to go back upstairs and unlocked the door to awkwardly walk out of the building. The human Mel walked them out facing forward- the gigantic serpent slithering in the air behind her, able to keep itself up off the ground with the tremendously strong muscle ribbing in its 'neck'. She called up to Pat and seen him in the window upstairs. The human Mel waved to him with a pouty face. The look on the serpent's face was a bit more serious, and she only nodded to him. If he ever succumbed, he at least knew he had one ally still out there.
After over a week his rationing of his food was running out. He had to go outside eventually or he would starve! He glanced out his window again to see if anyone was around and seen the most relieving sight he had in a long while- a group of normal humans travelling down the middle of the road!
Pat burst out his front door. "Oh thank God, someone is still normal! What is going on?! Do you guys know if it's safe to go outside again? My power has been out for days..."
The elder man Franklin chuckled. "Oh no, its absolutely not safe." Pat went to dart back into his house but Franklin grabbed the back of his shirt preventing him from getting away. "And it's not really safe in there, either."
Franklin introduced Pat to the young man Jasper and the young woman Crystal. The two looked almost identical, they even both had shoulder length hair and both wore girl's clothing- they were twins. Jasper's clothes were pink, while Crystal wore black and dark purple, and she had a lip stud and two earrings on either ear. Franklin himself was an older man, a short scruffy dark grey beard and bristly gray hair on his head with double-wide eyebrows. He was dressed in a brown linen cloak that looked too big for him- Pat was able to correctly guess that Frank is a Wizard without him saying it.
"So... what the heck is going on? Your a wizard so you must be able to tell... right?"
"No. It is not an earthly magic that does this, but it is a type of magic."
Crystal spoke up. "Actually I was the one who told Franklin. Seen on the internet before everything became a jumbled mess- a video went viral of this dude doing a heart felt apology for making a wish on a shooting star. He wished his fetishes were real, so that everyone could experience it and no one would be outcast because of their tastes."
Pat furrowed his brow. "You're kidding, right? I made a wish on a shooting star when I was younger that I had girlfriend, it didn't make one poof out of thin air."
Franklin nodded. "W-well no, but there is precedence for a wish coming true using a shooting star. A long time ago a woman wished her dog was a person and it came true- that is where invert pets came from. Whatever magic allowed that first dog to turn into a man, could be passed to any other animal that was claimed as a pet- including if another pet said it was their own pet after becoming human. Even if the animal is not actually anyone's pet, if another inverted pet said its their pet, it still counts. It is a magic just like this, except the original wish only affected animals, and could only be passed if one of the effected animals deliberately passed it on by claiming the new subject as a pet. Its been around for so long and seemed harmless so no one gives it a second thought now."
"So... someone wished everyone was a hyper, furry, or feral?"
Jasper nodded. "Which sounds kinda hot, except that feral animals can't fly planes. They can't operate computers..."
Crystal cut in. "And they change whether they want to or not."
Pat motioned around them. "So, why are we still ok?"
Franklin sighed. "Simply because it has not reached us yet. Proximity to those affected cause it to jump, but its spread so far so fast that most of society has caved in on itself. Hypers do not fit in doorways or vehicles, and some cannot even move because of their size. Ferals cannot operate any human tools, machines, vehicles... it is the end of the world as we know it, unless someone can fix it."
Pat thought about it for several moments, clearly looking stressed. "What do we do, fire the fallen star back into the sky and ask for a refund?"
Crystal and Jasper both laughed, but Franklin replied. "We do not know if it even hit the earth, it could have just passed close enough to be seen momentarily. Or if it did enter the atmosphere- it could have burned up into nothing. No, what we need to do is equally difficult though. We need to find what gives the shooting stars their power. As I said, the one this wish was made on we have no information about- and the person who made the wish is most certainly transformed by now. The original meteor that the inverted pet wish was made on however was collected for research by an Alchemist guild- and once news got out that it was the cause of the transforming pets, it was briefly researched and then placed in a museum. My Arcane Guild was researching the meteor when this all started to happen and was hot on the trail, but all contact with them went dead."
"... they all changed before they could finish?"
"Most likely, yes. I have been looking for more people to travel with to get to the guild and the meteor, but I have been travelling for some distance and so far, you, Jasper, Crystal and a woman named Amelia were the only ones I found. And Amelia... well... she is a raven now."
"So... how are we supposed to get there without turning?"
Jasper shrugged. "We aren't supposed to. If we do, its through sheer luck. Avoid those who gave in already and go quickly."
Crystal huffed and started walking again ahead of everyone. "We might be the last humans left on earth for all we know."
>Going Down<
Seeing little else in the line of options, Patrick decided to join their group on their adventure. On his own he likely would have been jumped by someone who transformed when he went to get food. The things they seen were wild, and each new corner they turned brought still more surprises. There was sections of the city that were left abandoned entirely- once transformed into ferals they flee their human homes to be outdoors, but not everyone turned feral. Whatever rules the transformation followed were very loose. It would seem if you were transformed by something you were more likely to have the same transformation, which explained why most of the people around Pat turned into mice- they were turned by other mice who slipped into homes through the cracks. People with strong personality traits seemed to override this, and turn into an animal that mirrored their personality. Hyper seemed the most difficult of the transformations to resist, and also applied to feral and anthro people- it felt too good to fight, making it very difficult to resist and very easy to give in. In the homes, hyper were the most commonly seen now, because they often grew too big to be able to get out again. Even from the street, you could see the curvature of a gigantic pair of breasts through a window, someone anchored to the floor by their own endowments, or a giant cock that had grown so large it busted a hole though a wall and jut out of the building. Franklin warned them all to stay quiet and move quickly whenever they got near a herd of feral horse or deer- because they move in herds getting exposed to one was effectively exposing yourself to dozens and the odds of you not transforming are slim.
When they passed through the center of the city, they thought they would be safe because ferals would be going in the opposite direction, but anthros apparently flocked here in their place. Being only a half or a third animal, they could still function as regular people unless they were also hit with hyper. Since they had human minds, Franklin was able to reason with them and get them to move away from them to let them pass, but they still tried to avoid anthros the best they could because every crowd has at least one jackass who makes it his mission to ruin someone's day. On their way out of the mall, they were stopped by a rhino anthro. He looked like a champion body builder and was shirtless likely because no normal shirt would fit over all his muscles. The bridge of his still mostly human nose was entirely covered with his huge horn. He told them there was another human woman, trapped in the nearby elevator but she screamed whenever anyone got close to her who was transformed. So while he had the strength to yank open the broken elevator doors and get her out- she won't let him near. When the group of humans approached, she introduced herself as Lydia, a Sorceress in training. Her hair and clothes were messed up and she was very hungry and thirsty- she had been stuck in the broken elevator for some time. Her long dark brown hair was dyed pale violet at the tips and she wore a woman's business suit. She worked in an enchanted jewelry shop in the mall, before everything went tits up.
She instructed Franklin how to get her out because the elevator not stuck normally. The shop she worked at was on the second floor and the stairs down were completely destroyed by someone who had transformed into a gigantic tree in the middle of them. Lydia was a bit ashamed... at least at first- she and a co-worker named Mei made a dash for the elevator which was just across from their shop but as they were running, Lydia spotted the start of a tail growing from over her Mei's skirt. Lydia put her hand out to motion for her to stop while she turned around and stepped back into the elevator backwards, closing the door on Mei. She said she was sorry- but Mei was transforming already, she could not be around her. In what seemed like an act of instant karma, the elevator jammed. The doors did not fully close nor would they open back up, so the elevator itself did not respond- its made to not move if the doors are not secured. She was then forced to get the full force of Mei's anger, shouting at her through the small opening in the doors- too small to get in or out of. She watched Mei run back and forth gathering food and supplies and trying to turn the jewelry shop into some sort of fort for herself. The fall to the ground level would splatter her on the tile floor, and Lydia unintentionally broke the elevator, so they were both stuck. Mei was frustrated at her tail, shouting at it as if it somehow understood her. It was the only part of her that seemed to transform- just a red fox tail. Early the second day, Lydia woke up to hear Mei shouting swears- apparently she accidentally slammed her tail in a door coming back into the main shop. In blind anger she reached around and yanked on her own tail. To the surprise of both Mei and Lydia- she tore it off! There was no blood, but there also wasn't just a tail. When she ripped the tail off a tiny fox materialized from the base of the tail. It was really small and its body a bit too long for a normal fox- it almost looked like a weasel if it was not for the giant tail. She dropped it in surprise, and like an excited dog it hopped on its back legs in front of her as if trying to ask her something. Mei stepped back in fear, then made a few fake-kicks toward it to shoo it away and it eventually gave up and skittered off.
After a few minutes to settle down Mei glared across the way at Lydia. "See? I am normal again! And you would have let me die for no reason."
Lydia sighed, soo tired to bother putting up much of a fight. "The elevator broke. I am more likely to die than you are."
"Hmph. Its the principal."
Lydia did not see it, but could hear the commotion from inside the shop later and seen another tiny fox run out of the shop- this time its fur was violet! By the time she seen Mei again, she had another tail already growing to replace the second one! And this time it was blue! This had to be the strangest transformation Lydia had ever seen or even heard of. Rather than changing herself she was somehow spawning other animals? It took Lydia long enough to fall asleep on a hard elevator floor, so she was upset when she was woken in the middle of the night by the clatter. Mei was trying to eat a midnight snack but the tiny fox kept stealing bites! There was a red, blue, violet, indigo, and yellow fox now! They ran when she shooed them away but never went very far. Now that there was a group of five of the little fuckers they had more confidence. One would distract her and the others would move in to snatch some food, then when she turned to knock them away the decoy fox got his bite. Mei ended up picking up her chair and chasing them out of the shop yelling. When she calmed down after they left, Lydia seen another tail when she turned. This one was green. By the time Lydia woke up on her own the next day, there was a swarm of seven tiny fox pacing around the shop. Green was followed by Orange sometime during the night. Mei seen them all as she was about to step out to scrounge more food and took a step back as they advanced toward her.
"What the heck do you guys waaaant? Stop bothering me!" She turned around and motioned toward her butt. "See? No more tails, I am normal. I am not like you. You guys are cute and all, but I barely have the food to feed myself."
Before she could turn back around the indigo fox jumped up and grabbed her skirt with its mouth, yanking it down as he fell back! Several of them tackled her legs knocking her to her hands and knees and before she could get up again the yellow fox scurried under her, bit her panties and pulled those down too as the red fox jumped up onto her butt and started thrusting into her. Apparently all the fox were hermaphrodites. Lydia looked away, but the sound of her moans was distracting and she ended up looking back for lack of other things available to look at. She would have thought their tiny little dicks to be far too small to do anything at all, but Mei seemed to be enjoying herself regardless. The sexual pleasure was helping her forget her tension. The feeling of it thrusting into her also made her entire body feel oddly good, and warm. As the little fox finished it pushed itself in as far as it could and seemed to melt into her ass! Its tail was once again attached to Mei as if it was her own and the fox vanished entirely into her! Mei continued to moan, and her lips turned glossy black- the ones on her face and between her legs. Her tail flicked around randomly behind her. She slowly turned to look at the other fox in confusion and they all rushed her, nudging her over onto her side with their heads. Two nipped her nipples through her top causing her to squirm and moan and the blue fox pushed her hips all the way over and mounted her pussy. He was so small compared to her that his arms stretched out on her as he mounted still did not quite reach her belly button. Mei had a bit of a delirious smile on her face as she panted from their assault. The yellow fox ran between the two on her chest and climbed onto her face, thrusting into her mouth! The two fox fucking her came and like the red one before they seemed to melt into her skin- and then their tails re-emerged from her own tailbone. Another fox mounted her as she was trying to get up onto all fours again, and Mei willingly went down on another one, sucking its little prick. Her nails lengthened into claws, her ears started to grow long and narrow. Her breasts shrank causing her top to become loose and eight nipples adorned her torso instead. Once the next two finished and she absorbed them she squirmed out of her clothes entirely, eagerly awaiting the last two to fuck her too! Her fingers and toes shortened and fattened up. Her ankles stretched and raised up from the ground as black pads fattened up on the bottoms of her hands and feet as they transformed into paws. The end of her nose turned black and started to grow out from her face a bit, becoming slightly pointed. When the last two absorbed into her body, white fur erupted from her skin racing up her body from the base of the tails to the tip of her nose! When the fur reached the tips of her ears, elbows, and knees, it turned black.
Had Mei or Lydia been more familiar with Eastern folklore they would know that a many-tailed fox spirit is able to split itself into as many forms as it has tails. The divided tails are known as tube-foxes. Mei slowly got back up, looking herself over in surprise, not sure how to feel. She had transformed into a sort of two-thirds anthro. Her arms and legs ended in completed paws, but she could still stand and walk on two legs. Her torso and most of her head was still human shaped. Even fused back to her, all of her tails were different colors till they joined to her body and the fur became white. Each tail was one of the colors of the rainbow- a spectrum 'white' can be divided into. Mei smiled at Lydia from across the way with her narrow, sharp teeth, and her narrow eyes turned to crescent moons. Wisps of blue fire could be seen through the air toward Lydia as Mei lifted a paw and pointed it at her. Lydia's heart jumped as the elevator shifted and she heard creaking metal! Mei was melting the cables holding the elevator up! Talk about holding petty grudges! Lydia quickly scrambled to her feet to plead with Mei but it was too late, the cable ripped free causing the elevator to slam into the side of the shaft, then the other cable let go and it fell entirely! Lydia only had a few seconds to react and slammed her palm onto the floor of the elevator and used what magical know-how she had to summon metal spikes from the sides of the shaft, jamming into the elevator. It still smashed several of the spikes off from its momentum but finally stopped before it hit the ground. And so that is how Lydia came to be where she was. About three feet off of ground level in an elevator that is tilted at an awkward angle with the doors slightly open but not enough to climb out of. She had no idea what happened to Mei- or if she was even still up there. She seemed to have magic powers of her own now so she may have been able to conjour a way down. Franklin was able to use his own magic to ease the elevator down and open the doors.
Patrick scratched his head. "Quite the experience. But... how were you able to summon spikes to stop your fall, and not be able to just... open the doors?"
Lydia scowled a bit at him. "I am an apprentice, ok? I can't spike the door open. The number of spells I know off the top of my head is limited. That is why I work at an enchanted jewelry store- trying to pay off bills so I can afford to finish my classes."
Franklin chuckled. "Well it was quick thinking. Do you want to join us on our adventure? There are not too many proper humans left so, we could use all the help we can get."
"God yes. Get me the hell out of here." She glanced over at the anthros all grouped up in the food area a ways back. "A lot of them think I am being rude. They don't understand they are contagious. Even among the people transformed already, not many people seem to know what really happened..."
As they were leaving the city core behind them, Crystal glanced back and stumbled onto the ground in shock, making everyone else look. The major roadways near the heard of the city were four lanes- and there was currently | null | [] |
a cock taking up all four on one road. It was so colossal that the head of the dick was all that could be seen from their view, and it went up almost four floors against the high-rises around it. The road leading from it for several blocks was glossy from the fluids spurting out of it occasionally. Whoever was on the other end of that thing definitely cannot move. Though he stood in awe of it for an awkwardly long time too, Jasper was the one who had to snap Crystal out of her trance looking at the monumental dong so they could press on. The guild was in the small neighboring town, not the city so they had some distance to go. Taking vehicles would not get them far, because parked or destroyed vehicles were all over the place blocking the roads. They passed through abandoned neighborhoods again on the other edge of the city. If they became anthro they headed to city core to be with their own kind and try to organize a new type of society. If they went feral, they left the city entirely. If they went hyper... well, if they were hyper they were going nowhere.
>Unique Blend<
They did not want to get food at the mall because they would need to rely on a lot of anthro cooperating and evacuating to allow them at the food, and there was no guarantee the food itself was not tainted from proximity to so many transformed. So when they found a corner store in the abandoned suburbs, Lydia and Patrick dashed inside right away. Franklin remained out front to keep watch, and the twins wandered around outside, though remained close. The two starving humans tore into whatever food they came across. Most of the food in corner stores was so processed it took forever to go bad anyway. And the power was still on here so the freezer was still functioning. Patrick went to the back to get something cold to drink. He had been drinking only tap water for days and wanted something with a flavor other than old pipes. The milk was probably iffy at this point, so he grabbed a 2L bottle of soda- the last of its flavor and almost fumbled it to the floor! He heard an odd, unimpressed squawk from in the freezer, and behind the empty row he could see two large penguins trying to shove each other out of the way to look out of the opening he created before the door automatically shut, sealing them in again. It was a good thing the freezer still worked, and not just because of the cold- if the freezer got its power cut, the flow of oxygen to the freezer would also get cut and the penguins would suffocate without anyone to open the door for them. He heard a shriek from Lydia and went to meet her as she dashed back toward him in a panic. He did not have to ask why she was freaked out- he could see the... creature, behind the counter. It was hyper, but... not really. It was not a human or an animal- it was a gigantic cluster of dicks! Several large enough to nearly touch the roof and as thick as telephone polls, but also some smaller ones that were about the length and width of an arm. They all fused at the bases and sat on a giant cluster of testicles of various sizes.
Pat was almost as confused as surprised. "What the fuck happened there?! It isn't even a living being anymore, its just a cluster of parts!"
Lydia tried to settle herself down from the shock of wandering so close to the thing without even realizing. "Hyper, but repeated."
"Repeated? You can be affected by it after you already changed?"
"No, but you can be affected by multiples before you fully change. Like someone who turns both feral and hyper. Whoever that used to be was exposed and contaminated by many people who also turned hyper, which caused them to mutate in this way." She sighed, grabbing a bag of chips and quickly hurrying back toward the doors out. "We are most likely going to see a lot more like this soon."
"Why?" He scurried to keep up with her.
"Because this is the main route out of the city- people came this way to evacuate. Which means they passed by a lot of other people while travelling, and get contaminated by multiples."
They all hustled down the empty roads to get out of the city. They spotted several straggler animals wandering lost among the buildings, but luckily all herbivores they could easily spook into running away by making a lot of noise. Jasper even pointed out a Jackalope, a bit amused at finding a cryptid. As the buildings started to get farther and farther apart, exiting the city and approaching the farm land a woman spotted them and called them over to help, but seen they were human when they got closer and thankfully turned them away before they got too close. She had turned anthro, but her most prominent feature was hidden from view for a minute. Her skin was very pale and she was fully nude- society was kind of dead so clothing was optional. Her legs were ungulate, ending in golden cloven hooves with very bushy, long trailing fetlocks. Her legs and butt were covered with fur, but it was extremely fine and white so it nearly matched her skin anyway. Her tail was long and narrow and ended in a bushy tassel, but her upper body was just a pale skinned human. She had been gathering home grown food from her garden for supplies but got her horn stuck. Even without their help she managed to shimmy it out slowly but surely. She was a unicorn anthro- but her single spiraled pearlescent horn was ludicrously long. Only about as thick as the handle of a baseball bat at the very base, the horn had to be at least three feet long. When she bent over to tend her garden the horn slid in the open kitchen window, nudged the bottom of the glass and caused it to slam shut on top of her horn! Since they had her attention they tried to ask if she knew if there was any trouble further out, but she did not know. Even for someone already transformed there was too much chaos around for going out to be safe.
They continued some ways into the farm lands, having to stick near the fences at the side of the road rather than on the road so they had something to duck behind. It was hard to tell where the threat was out here. There was plenty of horses and cows- but where they always livestock or were some of them formerly human? They slowed at one ranch as a woman dashed across the field looking nervous, trying to wave them down. The others had not noticed anything off, but Franklin detected the flow of the unknown power.
"Hold- we cannot help you ma'am."
She struck an unseen barrier- the air suddenly too thick to move through, holding her back. "B-but I need to get out of here. Its going t... to get moo." She was breathing heavier than she should have to at the pace she ran.
Because she ran through grass, no one was able to see she wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, and her feet were cloven hooves. She scrunched her face up in brief pain as two nubs broke the skin on her forehead, trailing a single drop of dark blood down her face as the nubs slid further out from her skull into two horns- but they were perfectly straight, not curved or at the side of her head like a proper cow's horns. Her ears flicked up as they changed to leaf shaped and her human hair started to fall out.
"N-no, stop... mooing." She glanced back looking at all the other cows in the field, who remained scattered but were all staring at her. "I am nooowt one of mooo..." Her voice got very deep suddenly.
Franklin ushered the others to back up and he did as well. As an apprentice, Lydia explained to the others that Frank has been maintaining a warding barrier the entire time, which prevents outside magics from getting to their group. The wish magic is not earthly though and can still pierce his barrier, but it at least slows its flow. He was holding the woman off and still keeping the ward though- in addition to having been holding the barrier up the entire time they have been travelling. Its too much for an elder man like him to keep up, they needed to get away from the woman before Franklin burned himself out.
A bulge grew quickly in her pants so when she tried to push through the invisible barrier to follow them, she instead fell because the bulge was pushed into her upper legs because of her pants. As soon as she fell onto all fours she let out a cry of distress as her hips cracked loudly- the joints of her upper leg snapped with it, now built to be quardruped so she could no longer stand back up. Her legs bulked up to keep up with her enlarging hips as they became the boxy rump of a bovine. The woman tried to push herself up off the ground with her arms but couldn't get her spine to cooperate. Her nails sunk into the soft ground as they grew longer quickly while her hands pushed against it. The nails became tall and narrow and became hooked like talons. Tiny quills started to grow out of her skin causing her to shiver and squirm from the prickling feeling- like a limb waking up. Her voice lowered even more and her neck thickened and started to pop and get longer. The woman's nostrils turned candy pink and enlarged as the teeth in her mouth started to fuse together. The skin from her now huge claws advancing up her arm became dry. As it dried it started to yellow and thicken, advancing to the point where moving her arms caused the skin sections to become semi segmented- giving her arms banded yellow flesh. Her forearms started to grow longer, raising her front half up to be level with her back half. The bulge in her pants was gigantic now and tearing the seams. The woman tried to grab at her pants but could not while on all fours, and since she could not stand up she instead plopped down on her butt. Her hips had stretched her pants to the max one way and the bulge the other. When she sat down the tension reached its peak and the seams down the sides exploded open, tearing the entire top half of her pants wide open so the rest would fall away the moment she got back up. The gigantic bulge flopped out onto the soft grass between her legs as a cow udder, already the size of a medicine ball, with thumb sized teats. Thick ropy milk veins trailed from its base up her underside up to her chest. Since her pants burst off on their own, she grabbed her top with her talons and ripped it off hoping the prickly feeling will lesson. There was extra huge quills growing from her tail bone which was finally starting to stretch out a bit- but still no where near a proper tail. Her merging teeth forced their way out of her mouth and slid farther and farther out of her face- in the form of a huge beak! The quills growing all over her exploded open releasing the millions of tiny bristles within as they bloomed into fully grown feathers! Most of the feathers were white, but there was black feathers here and there seemingly at random. Her growing beak stretched her lips into obscurity and grew out extremely long and narrow- like the beak of a crane.
The woman sat on her butt in the grass looking around confused, trying to examine herself the best she could. She was a cow... bird, thing. Her legs, butt and udder were cow, and some of her head was cow. Her beak had the large pink nostrils of a cow at its base still. Her arms and the feathers on her upper body were those of a bird, but she did not have wings, and the odd black feather among the white mirrored the splotches of a cow. Rather than a cow tail she had a gigantic fan of huge feathers- a bird tail. Her strong desire to stay human muddied even this hybrid though; giving it a human factor to contend with. Her torso remained human in shape, and though her arms were shaped like a birds legs, she still has five digits and relatively human shaped hands. She still had human breasts too- but her feathers were especially bushy on her collar which eclipsed the breasts entirely from the front- their undersides were still bare.
That was a close call for Franklin's party though, and they made haste afterward to distance themselves as quickly as possible. Fully transformed now, the woman was forced to admit her fate and made no move to follow them. It was getting pretty late in the evening by now and the sunlight was quickly running out. They kept an eye out for a house that looked abandoned. They could not tell if the livestock were contaminated or not, so preferably they found a farmhouse that was also void of animals. They found one finally- a large three floor house on a hill. It looked like they had horses at one time but the animals were long gone now- a plane had dropped out of the sky and slammed itself across their field breaking the fence that held the animals in. It also unfortunately ripped several power lines out so the house had no electricity. Lydia used her magic to create a node of light and give Franklin a rest. They found some candles and a lantern and lit them to illuminate the house just enough that they were not stumbling over everything as the sun went down.
There was three bedrooms, two on the second floor and one on the top. Franklin went to the top bedroom and fell asleep first, having been exhausted from keeping the barrier up the entire day. Patrick and Lydia went to sleep in one of the second floor bedrooms, Pat above the blankets and Lydia below. The twins would sleep together but were the last to turn in for the night. Crystal was up listening to music on her cell phone loud enough that it sounded like regular volume to everyone else even though she was wearing headphones. She was trying to drown out the memories of the transforming woman who nearly reached them earlier. Trying to drown out the thoughts that the world was ending. Jasper found an original gameboy in their bedroom and left his twin sister to her music, going instead to the living room and playing on of the old pokemon games. He liked the series, but never had a chance to play the originals, and like his sister, took it as a chance to forget they might be the last normal people on earth. He was surprised how few pokemon were in the original games- he kept expecting to find his favorites only to realize they did not exist in that generation. He felt oddly relaxed and good. The game really helped him forget their troubles... almost too effectively. One could even say it was super effective.
Patrick wandered downstairs late that night, trying to figure out where the bathroom was, only to see Jasper still awake by candle light, playing the game. It was probably straining his eyes terribly too- the gameboy was not back-lit, so he was relying on the candle light to see the screen. Pat was going to tell him to get to sleep, but he was having fun, so he didn't have the heart to tell him to stop. Patrick was still half asleep and could not find the bathroom. The house was three floors, it probably had more than one bathroom, right? Getting frustrated he checked a door in the living room near Jasper just to make sure it wasn't a bathroom and seen stairs down. Oh... the house is actually four floors- it has a basement. Maybe the basement has a bathroom.
>Psychic Type<
As soon as Patrick went downstairs, Jasper shivered for some reason- he was not actually cold. He felt oddly... horny? Him and Jasper were two of the last people on earth, could anyone really blame him for wanting to have a little pleasure before the world ended? Pat wasn't a bad looking guy, either. Jasper just wished his sister wasn't so... angry. She did not like her own fear, and it made her frustrated, so while everyone else was worried or fearful, she was just pissed. Jasper's brow furrowed a moment. How did he know how his sister felt right now? She was on her belly, her breasts felt good pushed into the bed under her lightly. She was fiddling with her lip stud with her tongue idly. How did Jasper know that? He cried out in a girlish tone quietly as a pleasurable feeling tingled its way from his head to his toes. He could only see from the corners of his eyes as his hair started to change.
From base brown and to his shoulders like his sister, it started to lighten and change to a tone of green! It compressed together and tightened, causing it to lift and curl slightly. His bangs grew a bit toward the middle but remained the same toward the edges, shaping themselves like a downward arrow, with the lowest point hiding his nose behind it. The rest became bobbed and curled up under his ears as it finished changing color to a pale almost mint green! For a moment Jasper could see the narrow stairs down into the basement, and then flashed back to his sister in the bedroom, and then a blurry confused mess that was Lydia's dream! Jasper's eyes turned bright red. His skin started to turn ghostly pale as he looked down at his hands. His skin became taught, and it looked like his arms were shrinking- though only became more narrow and less defined, not growing any shorter. His arms lost most definition, including any visible difference between his forearm and hand. His fingers started to fuse together as well. This thumb merged to his index, his pinky into his ring finger, and then his middle finger grew in size to match the other two larger digits. His arms and hands did not turn pale though- bizarrely his arms were turning mint green like his hair! His body continued to turn white though. He let out another girlish moan as a wave of tightness passed over him and his entire body and especially his legs underwent a similar change. It was like his body was streamlining itself. His skin became taught and smooth and ghostly white, and his body lost most definition. You could not see the transition from his ribs to gut- you could no longer tell where his hips started. Heck if he did not bend his limbs you could not even tell where his knees or elbows were. His ears started to stretch out, but at three individual points. The top stretched into the largest point, then the middle, and then his earlobe, creating three points off the sides of his head that only vaguely resembled ears. His shoes and socks fell off on their own- by the time he looked down at them there was no feet at all! His legs just ended in tapered points! They looked so precarious to stand on... so narrow and dainty. So... sexy. He moaned again as he felt hornier. His scrotum tightened into a smooth little penny pouch shape and his foreskin grew smooth but thicker. His penis was sucked into it a moment then re-emerged with less definition itself- looking a violet with blood pressure and making it stand out in steep contrast to his white foreskin, and it now had a tapered end with no corona! He started to undress himself, his clothes no longer fitting right on his compacted form. As soon as he stripped his skirt and panties off though, he started to grow a new one! Streamers of thick but loose skin started to grow out from his hips, slightly overlapping themselves. He grew a skirt the same length as his legs- pale white like most of his skin on the outside, and the inner facing side of the flesh skirt was mint green like his hair and arms.
By now he realized what was happening to him. He was so excited to see it in real life, and to know he was becoming so pretty that he forgot to be worried about the fact he had succumbed to the wish. His breathing became shallow and rapid as a hard red bead appeared in the skin on the middle of his chest and rapidly grew- stretching the skin around it away. It also grew on his back- it went straight through his torso. He could feel the beat of everyone's hearts in the building right now- the solid red mass through his torso acting like a conduction rod for emotion. In a sudden burst he moaned one last time, accidentally waking everyone up because he let it out as a psychic wave. The red mass grew forward in a sudden burst, erupting from his chest as a rounded plate- making the overall mass shaped like a guitar pick. Jasper had transformed into his favorite pokemon! A male Gardevoir! His giddiness manifested in the transformation as well, passing over him as a tingling wave. What had formerly been mint green turned to baby blue- making him a shiny Gardevoir. He was still breathing rapidly though... the emotions of everyone in the building were too much. He felt sooo horny! His dick twitched under his skirt more aggressively, he could feel an orgasm building. Why did he feel like this?! He came without even touching himself! The explosion of pleasure caused his transformation to step it up one final tier before it fully sealed him in! The skirt segments grew larger and larger, causing them to bend to make room, making the skirt billow farther and farther out around him. From the bottom up a darkness started to bleed into the skirt, then his body and even his arms, finally making them match the rest. The new change stopped at his neck and in a surge the plate in his torso gave off a loud wet sounding crack as it split open into two plates in the front! It turned him into a shiny Mega Gardevoir! As Jasper caught his breath, his psychic perception cleared enough that he realized why he was so horny- there was more than five people in the house!
Patrick got into the basement and then heard several young women giggling softly in the dark. He held his lighter out in front of him but the basement was so dark the light did not travel far, and it did not help that everything was in shambles. Boxes and old furnature overturned everywhere and a heavy, salty smell in the air that was almost intoxicating.
"H-hello? Is someone down here? Me and my group needed a place to stay the night, and we thought the house was empty."
"Oh, yes, we live here but it is ok." "We have been really lonely anyway, hehe~" "I told you girls it was a man! I could smell his cock from here!" Several of them spoke at once. "Come play with us big boy!"
He chuckled a bit nervously, following their voices in the dark. "Have you seen the state of the world out there right now? Not sure we should be playing around."
"But we could be the last people left on earth, we need to..." "Repopulate!" "Hehehe~"
He turned the corner into a large room that had been set up as a lounge at one time, and his lighter finally lit up the girls enough for him to see their form silhouetted. And know he was in big trouble. The gigantic mass of flesh writhed in the middle of the room- a vulva almost big enough to scrape the roof and filled most of the entire room! The gigantic slit pulsed slowly open and closed like a hungry mouth, the clit was the size of Pat's entire head! Seven different women were fused into the sides of the giant pussy! Their hip transitioned to a mound of soft flesh which then transitioned into their giant conjoined genitals. Two of the women had hugely distended stomachs that looked pregnant, and one between them who both looked giantly pregnant, and had a huge hill of soft flesh between her and the pussy. The two on the sides had a giant ovary in their gut- the middle woman had the womb. The giant pussy started to wobble and rolled forward a bit- several drips of lube trailed from its sides as it drooled over the presence of a male. All the women reaching toward Pat to beckon him into them. Their hole was so hungry! That was why Jasper transformed- he spent the entire night in the living room at the top of the stairs! The wish power was seething off of these girls steadily and Jasper was the closest person to them!
Jasper detected the women now with his psychic power and alerted everyone to flee the house. Patrick was the first out, having seen the abomination first hand. When they left though, Jasper stalled at the door. The twins looked at each other sadly. Jasper could feel his sister's anger building up inside again. He sighed, and told them to go on. He knew he could not travel with them anymore. If they succeeded everything would be restored and Crystal could come back for him. If they failed... well, then everything would be consumed in the transformation and it wouldn't matter anymore anyway.
It was still pitch black when they headed out. The group progressed down the highway toward the next town in the early morning, passing by so many crashed and abandoned vehicles- many of which had destroyed driver-side doors from a beast smashing or clawing its way out. There was even a hyper endowed hippo Lydia wanted to help- between his giant genitals and huge butt he was wedged half-inside a truck door. He turned too fast to get out and now he was stuck. As cruel as it seemed to just leave him like that, Franklin insisted they not help him- direct contact with a transformed person was sure to turn them. Because of how close he came to the giant vagina in their last break, Patrick was already at an increased risk. He had more of the magic in him than they thought- he never told them about Melissa. But still not enough wish magic to turn him yet. A ways further they were passed by a gang of anthro people on motorbikes heading back toward the city. Motorbikes had the mobility to navigate around the other abandoned vehicles to still make use of the cluttered roads. The last biker stopped to see if the human party was alright- and curious if they were somehow immune since they are the only humans she has seen for some time. She wore frayed black jeans and a torn blue jean jacket left open- though her breasts were covered on the sides and front with a stripe of chitin scales. She is an anthro scorpion. Her skin was peach toned only in thin strips on the inside of her arms and legs, and on her lower gut, then quickly faded to dappled grey before being covered by lumpy black chitin plates. Even her black hair was tightly braided and resembled a scorpion tail. She had a full scorpion tail behind her just over her jeans, idly waving back and forth- the stinger hooks upward at the end so when it punctures it isn't so easy to remove. Her hands were the most unusual- because they were both human hands and scorpion pincers at the same time. The chitin plates on her fingers joined together to form the upper half of the pincer, and the plates on her thumb were much bigger than the thumb itself, making the bottom portion of the pincer. It was hard to tell where she was looking, because her eyes were solid black- they had no whites. After a short talk, she informed them of a danger up ahead- a mutated behemoth they would have to avoid, so they were going to have to get off the road soon to go around. The good news though was that they were not that far from the town.
>Big Girl<
The group started to look cautiously ahead trying to spot this behemoth they were told about, and eventually diverged from the road a ways simply because there was too many wrecked vehicles- they were wasting time snaking their way between destroyed cars when they could walk in a straight line if they just walked in the field. They were beyond the farms now and a ways out of city limits so there was no fences for ranches or farms anymore- just open fields and patches of forest here and there. Crystal was feeling a bit bloated for some reason, but did not mention it to the others at risk of them worrying it was something it isn't. Franklin called back to the others to be careful of their steps- the ground was particularly wet here. It was a hard to tell through the taller grass but the ground was muddy and squelched under their steps. Crystal groaned as she stepped in a particularly wet part by accident and got her shoe full of water. When she looked down at the small stream she stepped in through- it wasn't water, it was white. Her eyes followed it farther out and finally gasped at the sight of its source. Having looked like mountains out of the corner of their eyes, there was actually five gigantic breasts in the distance, lactating a literal stream of milk across the entire field. Each one had to be at least as big as a house. Crystal's stomach gurgled and swelled out a bit as her bloated feeling increased. By the time the town was in sight in the distance, they found the behemoth and had to run out to one of the farms on the outskirts of the town to hide. It had to be at least fifty feet tall, and had no legs. It had around ten huge tentacles writhing around at its hips and one extremely huge one that acted as a tail lashing around behind it. It batted vehicles out of the way with its giant muscular arms. It did not really have a definable head, its arched neck just ended in a long mouth and the upper curvature of it was covered with dozens of huge eyes looking in random directions- darting around as if scanning for something. The underside of its neck, its entire chest and in a stripe down the front to the tentacles was around fifty human heads, partially fused into its skin. Their necks and shoulders stuck out for most of the heads, but all were fused below the ribs or shortly after their arms started. They all moaned but none said anything cohesive. Their eyes were all open, but did not look at anything. They had all transformed at the same time, and likely in a confined space, so they fused together into a gigantic abomination. There was too many different brains all trying to take charge so its thoughts were perpetually chaos. It effectively had the intellect of a particularly brutish animal- even though it had half a hundred human brains, because they constantly conflicted each other and negated each others intellectual input. Franklin grimly stated that the behemoth was most likely the town hall meeting for the town they are coming up on- they all transformed during the emergency meeting.
Because they had to give it such a wide berth their advance on the town was slower than planned. The behemoth was tossing cars around like toys moving down the highway with no discernible goal in mind- so even if they were far enough to avoid the wish, they had to also be far enough to not get hit by a flying car. Crystal suggested they rest up in a house before entering the town again. Back into the shadow of buildings navigating would get difficult, and it was already late afternoon. Plus, they had been travelling since before the sun even came up thanks to their emergency evacuation of the last place. Franklin agreed- it would be a shame to get this far and then mess it up in the final stretch because they were too tired and got careless. Crystal actually suggested it mostly because she was feeling so bloated she was starting to get cramps, and her toes were going numb from all the walking. At least, that is what she told herself it was from. They could not find any farms that were completely devoid of critters though, and the earliest stop they could make was a small grocery store at the edge of the town proper. As soon as Franklin opened the doors two dogs wearing human shirts bolted out, but once they ran off the building seemed empty, at least at a glance. Franklin went to find something to eat- Lydia went to work barricading the door to make sure no one wandered in while they were here. A bit curious, Patrick went to find the security room to check the security camera footage, offering to Crystal to join him, but Crystal said she needed to get cleaned up a bit and went straight to the bathrooms.
Lydia walked up to Franklin after blocking the doors. "So... I can sense the wish energy in the town. I haven't been able to pick up on it at all till now because I am still just a student... so..."
Frank sighed, swallowing a bite of a candybar. "There is a lot of it, yes."
"So, there is a good chance we are throwing ourselves in the fire."
"You mean the meteor?"
"Yea. It used the same power as the current wish- which means it is absolutely exploding with the same energy we are trying to avoid. We are trying to put out a metaphorical fire, while walking directly into it."
Franklin nodded. "Yes, well, it is certainly a possibility. We won't know till we get there, and if we cannot fix things with this plan we will all eventually transform regardless. The meteor definitely radiates the same power- but it only affects animals who meet a specific condition. We cannot tell the difference between one and the other, so it all looks like the same force to us- but only half of the energy seething from the town is actually a danger to us."
Crystal groaned and placed a hand on the wall behind the toilet, facing down toward it trying to throw up, but it did not work. She felt so bloated and full but no idea why. A few soft clicks in her hand and she noticed her fingers did not bend well, and it was hard to move one without the others. She pulled her arm back and gawked at her hand worried. A small burp escaped her mouth and then a huge burp so violent that it vibrated her vision! Her stomach started gurgling violently and she could visibly see it bloating up! She backed up quickly and turned to look in the mirror. She wasn't changing, was she? She can't be. But in the mirror she could see her ears enlarging and becoming pointed, sticking out from under her hair! She covered them with her hands as if that would somehow make them go away- but only called attention to her blackening, bulking nails. She let out several more burps involuntarily. Crystal bent over, holding onto the edge of the sink and squealed in surprised pleasure as her ass swelled up! It filled her skirt and tugged at the band. More fat and taught smooth skin billowed out, sending warm pleasure through her, like someone was squeezing her rump. It grew so big that it pulled the skirt tight and started to billow out over top of it, forcing the band to slide farther down her now very impressive cheeks. The feeling of having a growing butt turned her on, probably more than it should given the situation. Her panties started to press in on her pussy dangerously tight as her ass yanked them the other way. Her growing butt yanked the panties into her pussy so tight the clit became exposed over the band, which was partly a good thing because it grew too and could use the room. It stretched out longer like a flesh thorn till Crystal reached around and squeezed her butt cheeks in exploration, causing a surge of pleasure which caused the clit to throb thicker as well as longer. Her clit started to twitch as it stretched further and further, and her butt grew against her kneading it, swelling up between her fingers with fat bouncy flesh! She kept burping here and there and the bridge of her nose widened as well as her nostrils. Her canine teeth ached a bit and started to grow out sideways.
"Ooh... what is wrong with *urp* me? It shouldn't feel *UUURP* good, I am *uff* not animal..." Her voice slowly became deeper and deeper.
A surge of pleasure she fell completely to the floor onto all fours and her ass grew gigantic, causing her skirt to snap and sling off onto the floor beside her. Her panties were yanked so tight they had vanished entirely in the front- wedged completely between her swollen labia. Now exposed to the open air, she could see how giant her clit had grown. It had pulsing veins near the base that had grown so thick as to project from the skin. Another bulge traveled down the outer facing side, toward the tip. Likely a urethra, transforming it into a penis! Crystal was hit with another strong feeling of bloating as her body groaned and stretched bulkier, pulling her clothing tighter. A huge burp forced its way out of her, lasting so long she actually had to gasp for air once it ended, and as soon as she did the cartilage in her nose popped loudly, and the bridge of her nose expanded so large it eclipsed the center of her vision! Her nostrils flared larger at the end, pushing the end of her nose up into a snout so when she caught her breath she unintentionally snorted several times!
"I *snort* am not a-ahhh~! An ahh.. nimal. I hrrrNNN-!" Her skin actually creaked a bit from rapid growth, her bones groaned and popped and her organs sloshed around inside of her, forcing more burps out. "Oh *uuurp* Gods... gunna... ex*burp*lode!"
Her torso inflated in every direction, stretching her out and pulling her shirt skin tight before the clasp on her bra snapped. Without the bra to restrain her at all, her skin bloated even further into the shirt and ripped it down the back. Her breasts grew as well, but much more slowly. Her ankles stretched out as her toes fused together. Her middle three toes fused and then re-split as two large toes with cloven hooves, while her large and pinky toe lagged behind the stretching of her ankles, devolving into tiny dew claws. The same started to happen with her hands as she clacked them aggressively against the floor in frustration at her inability to hold back the changes at all. Crystal's tailbone grew out and filled her already extremely overtaxed panties, pulling them into her pussy even worse. The new urethra connected to the end of her clit, officially making it a penis- but her vagina remained unchanged otherwise, so she had no balls and the dick would be shooting blanks. Her face started to stretch out, being dragged along with her snout. Both sets of canine teeth in her mouth grew beyond her lips and then curled upward growing bigger into two sets of tusks. Her ears continued to grow larger, becoming quite massive on her head and the two earrings in either one fused with her skin, turning into two metal thorns. The stud in her bottom lip seemed to be absorbed into her skin for now and vanished- her body was moving the metallic elements elsewhere. As her torso rounded out huge her legs and arms started to get longer so her gut did not rub against the floor. Her pectoral muscles were pressed farther forward by the expansion of her torso, which caused her breasts to be moved in front of her arms in her quadruped stance. She watched her hands sadly as they finished devolving into pig trotters. Her panties finally snapped off and got flung across the entire room by her tail which was shaped like a spring! Not even the gentle spiral of a normal pig tail- hers spiraled several times and was more stiff than a pigs tail, so it really was a fleshy spring. Her engorged, twitching clit bobbed with each throb, demanding attention. In a second surge of stiffness though, it felt like it was getting an erection too hard to handle. The tapered pink penis felt like it was trying to grow larger than the skin could allow, causing the pressure to backfire on it. The shaft started to twist toward the end, creating three loose spirals- the corkscrew penis of a porcine.
Crystal wanted to cry, but her body still churned and she still felt SO bloated. The only sound she made for several moments was soft burps, followed by a snort when she breathed back in. Her body groaned with tightness. She was a pig! What more could there be? As Crystal shook her head she seen how giant her ears were, and then she knew. Those were not pig ears. In a massive surge her body groaned and popped in rapid fire as she squealed in distress, interrupted only by a few involuntary burps! Her entire body was growing bigger, fast! But especially her hips grew massive! Her thighs started to balloon up massively round which made her already huge round butt gigantic! In spite of still having breasts hanging off her, eight additional nipples appeared down her torso and started to fatten up and turn into erect little teats. She felt new muscles twitch as she tried to adjust her stance and noticed two small underdeveloped limbs below her arms- looking a bit like plucked chicken wings, but rapidly developing. Her snout started to grow even longer, flopping down over her mouth and beyond! Two of her tusks remained the same, but the lower ones started to grow bigger and longer, jutting up off her head by quite some distance in large arcs! Crystal's dick started to tighten even more, pulling the spirals in so it was more of a twist than a spiral- but then the entire thing started to throb larger, thicker, and develop even more twists. Even though she was still on all fours, she watched as her eyes became level with the sinks, then the mirrors, then reached near the top of the mirror- so high up that she could feel the coolness on the surface of the roof just over her back. Her legs bloated up huge, making her small hooves almost comically small in comparison, including on her new limbs, already developed into a new pair of front legs identical to her origin | null | [] |
al. She opened her mouth and deliberately forced out one last burp, finally getting rid of her internal pressure. She did not snort, but quietly trumpet what was now her trunk. She was extremely round and bloated looking everywhere. As a final cherry on top the expanded metal that had formerly been a mere lip stud emerged at the end of her trunk, as a huge septum ring and grew five stumpy spikes along the outward curve. Thanks to the size of the spiked ring, she could swing her trunk as a weapon. She was half pig, half elephant! A piggyderm.
Thanks to the loud squeals, burps, and snorts, it did not take the others long to figure out what happened. Lydia only momentarily looked inside to see what became of Crystal before sealing the door closed. Lydia and Franklin remained there outside of the door talking to her through it for a bit before distancing themselves from even the door. Crystal only understood some of what they were saying, but picked up on the general tone. Her mind had not transformed into an animal one but it had devolved to having the capacity of one- so her instincts were louder than her thoughts. When the others had completely abandoned her, she plopped down on her extremely plush rump and was able to use her trunk to get off her drill-penis, putting it through the ring so it was smushed against the very end. Crystal never had any interest in a relationship, but she was good looking so guys always tried. She always responded with aggression and insults to distance herself- just wanting to be alone. Crystal wished on a few occasions that she wasn't so good looking, so no one would bother asking in the first place. Now she sort of got her wish.
>Disasterpiece Theatre<
That night, going over the videos in the security room, Patrick seen some strange stuff. He wished he could hear what all the people it recorded were saying but it did not record audio. He was surprised they still worked with no one managing them, but they only streamed video to the security room- they did not actually record anything unless they detected enough motion. The strangest Pat seen was a couple that decided to hunker down and use the shop as a shelter, just like his group was doing now. At night the guy sat on a knocked over shelf while the woman unzipped his fly, got him worked up with a slow blowjob. Either they were both incredibly inattentive or their minds were affected by the magic already and too horny to care, but every time she bobbed her head on his dick it was a bit longer, and the the glans a bit less defined. Like watching someone remove the shape from a lolipop with their licks, her sucks on his cock turned it from human to a long and tapered penis. His pubes thickened and shortened into fur which overtook his balls. Once he was plenty riled up she did a quick dance as she tossed her clothing off and sat on his transformed member. Fur started to grow on his chest as well, and spread from both chest and crotch slowly across his body, staying white on his front and turning pale brown on the rest. The woman seemed to be having more and more pleasure as time went on, really squirming in his lap after a while- and then Pat spotted the bulge on her lower gut. His dick must have grown again while inside of her! Nubs grew from his forehead and started to fork as they grew, turning into antlers. His tail bloomed into a triangular tuft and he started to lean back a bit. Between both sets of legs his furry balls grew bigger and hung lower. The bulge in her gut grew more pronounced and slid farther up her torso! He seemed to cry out and her gut inflated almost instantly into a small dome from all the cum, and some still splashed back out. But after a short pause she grinned and started grinding on him again, and then hopping on his shaft- he was still hard! His toes curled in pleasure and fused together, devolving into cloven hooves and his antlers grew still bigger. His nose and lips joined together on the end and turned black- but while his nose and its bridge got wider his face did not extend any. While his feet turned into cloven hooves his fingernails turned black and thick but remained nails- his hands were still human. He had transformed into an anthro buck.
The woman seemed short of breath, her thrusts into his crotch more desperate now like she had totally been consumed in lust. His balls grew a bit bigger still, and the bulge in her gut from the shaft returned in spite of the bloat created around it from all the cum. She could feel it ramming deeper and deeper, impossibly far into her body, almost feeling like it was in the back of her throat. He reached a second climax and her face turned red and her body filled with pressure, this time bubbling up higher into her torso. She cried out in pleasure and a few small spurts of cum actually came out of her throat, putting the taste in her mouth and smell into the air- which only made her hornier. The buck was looking tired now and said something- most likely suggesting they stop to let him rest but she did not. He was still hard so she resumed, except now she could only rock her hips and grind her butt into him- he was so huge his dick was lodged in place inside of her and would not budge. Her entire body started to radiate pleasure with every movement against his dick as she started to feel the same things he was. She opened her mouth and gurgled some almost-words as he reached climax again and this time she pursed her lips and blasted cum out onto the floor like it had gone straight through her without pause. The bulge could be seen all the way up her torso! Pat could even see it up the middle of where her rib cage is supposed to be, between her tits. His balls grew even bigger- now resting fully on the floor between their legs and growing up to meet them regardless. She bent her legs to rest along their tops and resumed grinding him. She felt herself up, especially the bulge up her body and he started to squirm from the feeling. His cock grew even bigger, shoving up into her mouth so hard it fused with it. It grew still bigger, stretching her torso and neck longer- bulging her neck thicker with the growth. Her arms hung limp at her sides now, too overwhelmed with pleasure to use them. His balls grew even bigger, pressing into her legs and the two started to fuse. What had been her legs now merged with the furry scrotum and welled up around the base of his dick to form a huge sheath for the mighty member. Her torso and especially her neck started to bulge rounder and longer from the gigantic cock growing in her. He came again and this time blasted enough cum out to paint a stripe across half the store, directly out of her mouth!
Now he was out of breath and looking exhausted completely, but finally examined her closely enough to realize what was happening. The bulge up her body was the urethra- his cock became so gigantic while inside of her that it fused with her, and was now overtaking her body. She was turning into his dick! He hobbled outside, dragging his girlfriend between his legs as he went, in search of some sort of cure or something- who knows what he would be thinking in a panicked moment like that. They did not return to the camera's range but Pat already knew the end of their story. His group had seen the buck leaned up against a building down the block some ways when they came to the store. He was now completely pinned to the ground by his own genitals. His balls were about five feet tall even with him sitting on top of them, resting in the groove between them and the start of his shaft. His dick was so gigantic it crossed the street and vanished into an ally on the opposite side- and might be long enough to pop out on the street on the other side of that too! His insatiable girlfriend was now his monstrous cock- which meant his cock was now insatiable. It never stopped radiating pleasure and cumming- it literally had a mind of its own. He was caught in a state of barely awake and sleeping, because she never let him rest or stop cumming, and she was far too large for him to even attempt to move anymore. The only sign that there was ever a female there was a pair of black tits on his crotch just over his shaft- a bit of female that tainted his body. The sight of him was crazy enough, but on par with everything else they had encountered. But having seen these security tapes and knowing his dick used to be another person was on a new level of crazy. Patrick had not even thought of that before. He might not even transform into an animal, he might transform into a mess of parts like the clerk at the other shop they visited- or turn into someone else's junk like this woman!
>Tiny, Loyal, and Well Armored<
He went to sleep quickly thanks only to being so damned tired as a result of the night before. When he woke up it was to Melissa snapping her fingers, trying to wake him. She was perfectly human again!
"Hey! Wow, you are a crazy deep sleeper."
"W-what happened? Where am I?"
"My place. Guess what? It turns out all that freaky stuff that happened was a result of a shooting star! Some arcane guild ended up fixing everything back to normal. You seemed really beat so no one woke you up, and I figured I would take you back to my place."
He rubbed some of the sleep from his eyes. "Damn, that is fantastic. You have no idea how scared I was out there! I seen some insane... stuff." He cleared his throat- his voice having raised a bit.
She cocked an eyebrow. "Are you ok?"
"Y-yea..." His clothes felt like they were sliding off!
He went wide-eyed as he looked down at himself and seen his body was shrinking! His nails were turning into claws and his body hair was growing, spreading, and turning to fur! Oh no, he had so much wish energy in him but he hadn't started to change yet, so when they fixed everything it did not change him back because he never turned yet, but still had the energy in him!
Melissa started to back away from him. "Uh..."
"N-no, it is not what you think." He blushed, hearing how small his voice was getting. "I'm not... I..." Even smaller. "Eh! No, help meee!" He tried to get up but that only caused his clothes to slump off.
Pat was only a foot tall now, and had a large tail behind him! His ears became more flat and round on the sides of his head and his front teeth became bucked and then grew even longer, well past his mouth! His face twitched and scrunched up at the feeling of long whiskers poking their way out of his face as his nose and jaws began to grow out, stretching his entire skull longer and more pointed! Melissa said something to him but her voice was so thunderous and huge compared to him now he did not understand her. She looked mad, and opened her front door pointing out of her home. She was throwing him out- he was contaminated! He was turning into a minuscule little field mouse like several of his neighbors had! He wobbled in place and tried to take a step toward her but fell onto his hands and feet- his spine no longer allowing him to walk on two legs! No! He tried to say something but his voice was so small and high pitched all that came out was squeaks! He was getting so small and weak! He looked down at his clothes and seen the button on his pants was so thick its width was the length of his arms from elbow to hand! He was still shrinking! How?! Even mice aren't THIS small! He felt so dizzy, so very weak. He got smaller and smaller. He tried to look up at Melissa but she was too huge compared to him, his eyes could not even see that far up! He didn't recognize anything around him anymore! He went to stagger forward again and this time his hands and feet fell through the strange net below him. Wait, net? He realized what looked like a net to him was the fabric of his pants- he was so small he could slip between the threads! And he was still getting smaller! The threads were like ropes to him, and then like large pipes, and still he shrank more and more. Finally Patrick had become so insignificantly tiny and weak that he woke up. It took him almost a full minute to realize it had been a dream. The world was not saved, Melissa was not a human, and he was not a mouse the size of a fleck of dust. He was only happy about one of those things.
The next day the three remaining humans gathered up and headed out again. They were close to their goal but surrounded by danger, every moment they spent still travelling was another moment they could succumb. They slipped past a small group of anthros- a cat and bunny going at it bent over a sports car. This group of anthros were acting a bit more like animals. It seems they have taken the end of the world as a free ticket to do whatever they want, and promptly robbed stores and stole vehicles and were now riding around town claiming their turf.
Lydia looked at Franklin as he winced. "What's wrong?"
Frank shook his head. "A lot of wish magic. First and second. And the guild is... that way."
He pointed toward the east side of the town where they were making their way toward. Twitching in the sky was a giant cock, taller than the two floor buildings around it. Humanoid but with a purpled head with a very broad, bumpy corona and large, hard, round bumps around the later half of the shaft. Slithering over and around buildings was a giant dark green snake with black tiger-like stripes, and a herd of sheep gathered around one anthro sheep girl resting on top of an udder the size of a truck. Due to their proximity to the guild building- these were most likely Franklin's former guild members. The people who almost found the cure. Unfortunately their proximity now also meant the area was filled with the power of the second wish. The sheep remained shepherded by the anthro who seemed to recognize Franklin, waving to him from where she was pinned by her own endowments as they approached the guild hall. The gigantic snake moved out of their way, but did not seem to actually notice them, so it just moved by chance. Franklin grumbled in frustration when they seen the front of the building and realized they would have to enter from the back. The front door was partially destroyed and completely blocked by an anthro tortoise whose shell was so huge he was stuck half in the building. Each scute on his shell had an arcane rune on it, and he appeared to be reading some scrolls he had been planning to flee the building with. As they came out of the alleyway beside the building to the back, Patrick tripped on some rubble and fell onto his hands. The ground felt... warm and soft though. He looked down to see not cement but skin rising up under them! Something long and fleshy was growing out of the road! All three of them got back quickly as the object grew large enough to tear out of the road and lash around free in the air! They followed the long nude tail back to see a gigantic rat on the opposite end of the street. Someone must have been trying to use the sewers to evacuate the town, but transformed and grew so fast that its tail got stuck till it finally grew large enough to bust out through the road!
Patrick looked at his hands, feeling his palm with his thumb where he fell. He landed on skin mostly, but grains from the broken up road still hurt his hand a bit. The skin felt odd where it touched down. He looked back up to see Lydia and Franklin standing about ten feet away, watching him.
"Oh come on guys, I just scuffed my hands a little, don't be so paranoid." He twitched a bit, feeling an odd sensation on his upper back as the skin started to bulk up. He looked back at his hands to see the skin there starting to turn black. "I just got a l-little dirt on my hands..."
He kept squirming and rotating his shoulders against the feeling, his skin compressing on his back. It tugged gently on the skin around the area, forcing it to grow out and then drawing in the new skin to layer it over and over. This caused it to become more and more leathery and dense, and also caused his back to bulge out so much it looked like he had a hump. It started to advance down as well, happening all over his back and even his butt cheeks! His shirt started to tear as it stretched the fabrics to make room! His hands darkened to a grayish pink, and turned completely black on the base of his fingers, and a circle of flesh on each segment of his fingers, but only the undersides. The black spots became thick and puffy as well, but unlike the skin on his back they did not harden- making his palms pillowy.
"Oooh n-nooaarARK!" He surprised himself with a sudden burst of sound like a bark and his face stretched out as he moaned. "Wrrrt rrs...h-hark-happening?"
The end of his nose turned outward as the bridge widened only slightly, but advanced forward drastically. The end of his nose took on the M shape of a dog's, but turned pink instead of black. His teeth all sharpened and new teeth grew in to fill the gaps as the old ones became more narrow. His nails turned black and thickened into a claws and started to grow out longer. His fingers themselves thickened and shortened only very slightly. Fur started to grow in on the backs of his hands and forearms and spread. His ears changed to leaf shape and grew fur on their backs as his human hair fell away- the skin on the back of his neck was thickening now too. His skull narrowed slightly and his face grew out long, his nose and both jaws stretching long and narrow. His grunts turned into growls, and he made several sounds almost like a halfway between a cough and a bark. Pat fell forward and as soon as he did the impact caused his shirt to tear far enough that it fell off, the remains slid down his arms. He felt the skin thickening at the base of his penis and his pubes turning to fur, which caused his penis to start to erect from the changes, in opposition of his actual arousal level- which was flatlined. His tail bone started to stretch out, jamming itself into the back of his pants, forcing him to pull them down to stop the irritation. He bent himself down in the front to use his body to block Lydia's view of his genitals in the best attempt of modesty he could manage. The skin on his back was now bubbled up into thousands of stiff sections, forming together into a huge plate that covered his upper back like a mantle, then three narrow sections below that, and then another large section over his hips and ass! It looked like they were made up of dense scales- but they were not really scales.
He was pushed forward again by the change that forced him to fall over in the first place- his ankles stretching out from the front of his feet, turning him digitigrade. His toes all bulked up but became shorter, pressing together as fur grew over them and spread up his legs. His toenails turned into black claws as well, but unlike his hands, the claws stopped pretty short with blunt ends. On his hands, his claws just continued to grow, now at least two inches long each and very sharp! When the fur from his crotch and legs converted to overtake his newly grown tail, it became much longer and bushier, increasing the volume of the tail greatly. He wagged his tail violently; not out of joy but from irritation. The new muscles that controlled it needed to be used, needed to flex to get the blood flowing. His head finished stretching out into that of a dog as the fur made its way up the underside of his neck and around his head to finish the look. He was about to say something but it came out as a garbled half whimper half bark as his face stretched out a bit more! His muzzle became longer than any dogs, and got a bit more narrow as well, giving it a slightly pointed nose! He was panting heavily as he glanced under himself between his limbs to see his dick bobbing in the open, and stretching longer. It had only gotten a bit thicker, but a LOT longer. The glans had been stretched into obscurity, so the penis simply ended in a rather large urethral opening, making it sort of look like an elephant trunk. The knot at the base was only half correct for a canine- rather than have two or three segments at the base the knot only had a single bulge in the front- making it sort of look like his dick tried to swallow a chicken egg. Its length stretched beyond his gut, stopping at almost the top of his rib cage before it finally ended its growth. As soon as the growth ended, it started to bow and soften again- not actually aroused, but looking at his now extremely long penis made it return to its sheath slowly. His hips did not change, nor the general shape of his torso, so he should still be able to stand.
Patrick very slowly stood up, not used to balancing on paws. He changed into an anthro, but not an anthro of a single animal- he was a hybrid. Most of his head was dog, his fur, his legs, feet, and tail were totally canine. His arms were canine appearance but human in shape- he had pads in his palms but his fingers and hands were still almost entirely human in shape so he could still use them as normal. The claws on his hands however were definitely not canine. The armored shell on his back, his giant claws, and a penis that is 2/3rds the length of his entire body- the traits of an Armadillo! He is an anthro Armadoggo. He had a hard time speaking, though his tongue was still human shaped in his mouth so he could still speak English like anthros should. Surprised he did not make it to the end, but knowing he could not follow them now, Patrick stepped aside to let them get to the back door without him. Lydia yanked on the door several times before punching it in frustration. The back door was locked, Franklin did not have the key. Franklin was starting to eye the windows to see if they could break in some other way, but Patrick called over to them to move out of the way. Maybe he still had his uses. He tried to wedge his giant claws into the edges of the door and pry it open but the door was too solid- it might have worked if it was an older wooden door. Patrick then walked almost twenty feet back, motioning over to the others to wait still. He bent over, glaring at the door looking like he was going to try charging it. Franklin was not sure that would work- he might just break his shoulder. Pat charged at the door full blast, letting out a cry like a kung-fu master and just before he got to the door, jumped into the air and rolled into a perfect sphere! He wasn't just any armadillo- he was half of a three ringed armadillo, the only species able to roll itself into a perfect armored ball! He smashed the door and most of its frame into the building, slamming into it like a living wrecking ball! A moment later he rolled back out and then flopped onto the ground, dizzy as hell.
>Last Wish<
Once inside Lydia and Franklin looked around, not feeling particularly good about the state of the building. Part of the floor above them was collapsed, there was furniture broken all over the place, claw marks all over the floor and walls and even old dried blood here and there. One of the guild members may have gone fully feral and attacked the others. At least a few of them turned into sheep though- which definitely would not have attacked one another. In the main room of the ground floor, a figure slid out from the shadows.
"Oh Franklin! I knew you would find your way back here!" "I assumed he died a long time ago." "I sort of hoped he would turn into something wretched..." "I was so worried!"
The guild master emerged from the darkness, holding a book and some papers in one of his six mouths. His body was shaped mostly like a tiger, but his limbs and his digits were each a bit longer and more narrow than a normal tiger. Instead of fur, he was covered in sharp triangular silver scales that were shiny enough to partially reflect the room around him. Instead of a tail, he had a long serpentine neck capped with a dragon head, with a very long and very narrow muzzle. Branching from between his shoulders was five more of the same, but each one had different horns. The tail had no horns, then from left to right they had water buffalo horns, deer antlers, ram horns, bull horns, and finally a kirin horn. All of his heads branched from the original, so they all shared a single will, but formed contrasting aspects of his personality- and had only further differentiated now that they had their own heads with which to speak.
"We have our research here." "I tried the inverse projection myself but the flow of the unknown power interrupts mana conjuring." "I basically mean you can't cast spells if your transformed, even if you still have a human mind." "That's what I was implying, yes." "ANYWAY!" Once the other two quieted down the fourth head resumed. "These are the papers on how to do it, there are a few blanks you will still need to fill in, but we got most of it figured out. Whatever is powering the shooting stars is coming from outside our galaxy. Well beyond anyone's ability to travel to even with the most powerful teleportation spells." "So the only way to 'go' there is to project yourself. Unfortunately this means you cannot physically interact with whatever it is, but hopefully you can still figure out enough about it-" "To fix us!"
Franklin went to grab the book and papers and Lydia told him to stop, but he only hessitated a moment before grabbing it and passing it to Lydia. Franklin made sure to stay a full arms length away from either of them.
Frank motioned upstairs with a nod. "Go. I was already at my limit anyway. I can already feel it drawing itself into my body to finish me off."
"B-but I am still a student! You are way more qualified!"
"My time is up. You do not need to be the best at something to do it. Go- before my own body increases your chances of turning."
Lydia reluctantly took the book and papers and hustled upstairs. The meteor was on the third floor, and she would need to channel it to project her spiritual form through it back to its source and figure out what caused all this in the first place. Franklin hunched over as his spine squirmed and a bony growth erupted from behind him, ripping through his shirt. It stretched a thin membrane of skin off him which quickly thickened, forming a dorsal fin. His skin started to stiffen and grow out into sheets of enforced keratin- shield-shaped scales. The scales were aquamarine at their base but faded to salmon-pink at the tips. His beard hairs started to get longer toward his chin, quickly becoming a very long narrow beard, and also becoming more pale the farther down it went- the later half of the beard was snow white. The bridge of his nose widened and flattened out a bit, also pushing the end more level with his upper lift, which then became slightly cleft to meet his nose which now had a slightly triangular end to it. He flexed and bent his fingers as they started to bulk up and stretch tremendously. As soon as any of them touched another, the skin became fused and stretched between them into a membrane that did not grow scales over it. The skin of the membrane was a silvery grey. The huge fan like fins his hands stretched into became almost the same size as the rest of his arm- which actually did not transform at all other than to be covered in scales. He folded the fins up and as soon as it moved back, another segment of membrane fused from what used to be his pinky finger to his elbow, but that was as far as it changed. Because it did not start till after his human shaped arms; they looked as much like wings as they did fins, especially when folded back at his sides. His neck and face both started to stretch out at the same time, his grunts and cries of distress reverberated heavily, echoing the sound of a goat bleating. His bleats went up a pitch as he flinched in pain and two lines of blood traced his expanding face as horns started to emerge just over his temples. His legs stretched longer as his ankles raised off the floor. His balance rolled onto the front of his feet as his toes merged and then further onto the hooves his nails formed into. Four toes- two dew claws and two hoof segments.
The scales advanced down his legs but stopped just after his knees, then the skin under them turned silvery grey, and then just over his hooves he grew long white fur in, creating very long, trailing fetlocks. His legs had become like the rear legs of a goat- but much, much taller than goat legs should be. His rib cage grew three more sets of ribs, but each individual rib became a bit more narrow and they spaced themselves out a bit more, causing his torso to lose its human definition and look more barreled. He grew a tail that very quickly became huge. By the time it reached the ground at the end of his extremely tall goat legs it had only just started to develop fins on the end, and the scales of his body had only just started to run down its length. It grew along the floor as the scales raced down and the fin on the end became thick and huge- two flipper like fins of translucent material colored the same as the scales. His horns started to twist around forming rings, but did not stop growing. They became ribbed as the horns thickened still more, making the sound of grinding bone as they formed tight spirals on either side of his head that kept spinning as they grew longer and longer, also getting very heavy. His changes finally slowed to a stop and he looked over himself under the cloak that still covered him mostly. The body and tail of a fish, with wing like fins, goat legs and head and giant ram horns. The closest thing he could be approximated to is a Capricorn- but his goat and fish halves were blended much more than they should be.
Upstairs Lydia was shocked to see two other humans talking to one another- one man and one woman. The dark skinned woman waved at Lydia as she approached. "Oh hey! Are you with my master, Franklin?"
"I... was. He made it to the building but..."
"Oh. Well, I guess you are our last hope then."
"Wait, who are you exactly? Why haven't you done the projection?"
She shrugged. "I can't shape magic- I am a cat. Franklin's cat, to be exact."
Lydia's eyes widened with understanding. "OH. That is why you can be here and still be safe. You aren't actually human, you are a cat disguised as one- so the magic has no effect on you at all."
"Yup. Names Lala. And uh, this doof is Benson. He is human but he is just a janitor. Been too scared to leave this floor so have been doing food runs for him to keep him alive."
Benson nodded sadly. "Don't know a lick about magic so afraid I am of no help..."
Lydia quickly spread out the papers she was given and opened the book to the first of many markers left in it. A lot of these spells were advanced stuff, so she had to double check every rune to make sure she wasn't misreading it. Unfortunately, that slowed her down considerably.
After about a half hour Benson bent over a bit, placing a hand on either pant let. "Oh, well... that is embarrassing. I don't know why... uh... oh. OHnn~" A bulge quickly grew in his pants too big to conceal.
Oh great, another person transforming in the same room as Lydia. She shuffled her way to the far side of the table and doubled down on her concentration, trying to zone him out while Lala watched him, embarrassed but too curious to look away. Benson started to grow a huge tail which pulled his pants down in the back. His dick quickly grew past his pants and pulled them down in the front, forcing them to just fall down entirely. His entire body started to get bigger, and his neck especially became absurdly thick! His dick was tapered, but already almost the same size he was! Lala had no idea what was happening to him but Lydia recognized the phallus. It wasn't a dick, its a dork. The strength left Benson's legs and he slammed heavily into the floor as he continued to grow rapidly all over- continuing to change into a Blue Whale. Even if Lydia did not transform as a result of being near him- if she did not use the spell quickly Benson will flatten the entire building under his body. His neck bloated up so huge you could no longer tell it was there- his head just transitioned directly into his expanding torso! His teeth started to crack and split, then split again, then split again. They became progressively smaller splinters as his gums tightened on their base to pull all the slivers into an even row and then semi fused back together- transforming from teeth into baleen.
The floor boards started to creak and splinter as Lydia tried the spell, hoping it worked. She was the last chance their world had. If she failed, the world was basically over. The inverted pets and anthro would have to rebuild the world from the ruins. It seemed like several long moments to Lydia after activating the spell, but in reality it was a fraction of a fraction of a second. She had infused her mind with whatever mana could be scrounged from the surrounding area- and the human mind was already capable of functioning at speeds far greater than the body can move at. That is why time in dreams seems so distorted- the mind can play out an entire week worth of events in a few minutes. Her spirit and perception was projected elsewhere- going far beyond her body for a time, following the faint traces of the unknown magic through the void of space. Far beyond their solar system where their physical bodies could never reach. She stopped suddenly in the void, looking around frantically for any clues. This was not a good sign- she did not even stop on a planet, she was just out in space! It wasn't even close to a planet! It took Lydia longer to spot it, than it did to spot Lydia. It was so monumentally colossal that Lydia had overlooked its form as just part of the scenery.
The God Astrelle plucked entire planets out of the sky and pulled bits off of them and flicked them out into space- enchanted with a fragment of her own power. Her torso was intangible to Lydia. When Astrelle moved, Lydia could see the borders of the body, but not the body itself. The God of Wishes had six arms that were concentrated enough that even Lydia could see those- fading into view shortly beyond the body they connected to. two on either side and a third that was both slightly between and behind the others. Her skin was a blue that was almost black, blending into the void easily. Her veins pulsed with a light so brilliant that they looked like hairline cracks in the skin, shining out energy from within. Her hair looked like a rainbow of vibrantly colored gasses suspended in the vacuum, and her head was featureless. Instead of a face, there was three masks arranged hovering in front of her. One angry, one sad, and one happy. Her legs were fully crossed below her, though she sat on nothing, and a long tail arched up under her and crossed her crossed legs.
Astrelle spoke through thoughts- since she did not know any human language, and sound has nothing to carry through in space regardless. *A visitor! How curious. What is it that you wish?*
*You are the one who sends out the shooting stars that grant wishes?!*
*Oh! So they have found populated worlds after all. That is good to know.*
*W-we need you to undo a wish! Its causing chaos and destroying our world as we knew it! People are dying because they are trapped by their own body parts, or turned into feral animals and eating one another!*
Astrelle slowly lolled her head to her left, causing the sad mask to perfectly align with her head. *I wish people would be happy. I am unable to grant my own wishes.*
*Well two shooting stars passed our world, the first one was cool, its the second one that... kinda destroyed the world. We just need you to undo the last one.*
Astrelle quickly flipped her head over to her right, aligning with the angry mask. *That is not within my power to do!*
*W-why not?!*
She drew her head back a bit so that it was not behind any of the masks. *I am the God of wishes. My power is to grant the wishes of others. This means someone must wish something of me for me to make it so. I am exempt from my own powers.* Lydia was about to speak up again but Astrelle continued. *You can also not wish for a wish to be undone. Or more accurately, you should not. Should you wish for such a thing my power will cause reality to splinter, so that both wishes can exist- but in separate dimensions since they conflict with one another. Rather than save your world, you will create a new world that did not require saving- leaving your old world to remain doomed.*
Lydia's brow hardened in thought on how to fix this situation. She supposed she could think of an elaborate wish that caused her world to function still in spite of the chaos. Complicated wishes leave room for errors though, and she cannot remain projected here for long enough to be aware of any dire consequences an ill worded wish brings. Then she remembered the others talking about the person who made the wish. He supposedly made a video apologizing to the world that went viral just before everything fell apart. He seen the chaos his wish was bringing first hand, and regretted it.
*I wish you could hear the desires of the man who made that ill fated wish!*
Astrelle bowed forward placing her head in the happy mask. *Then so shall it be.* There was a long pause and Astrelle's head slowly sunk back behind the sad mask, before raising quickly to the happy one again. *His wish has been remade.*
*What did he change his wish to?*
*That he has the power to cause those transformations himself- and only if the subject truly desires it. Because he has remade his original wish, the effects of his first one are revoked.*
Lydia sighed in relief and was about to thank the God but hesitated. *And what about the things that happened as a side effect? The death and destruction?*
*That remains, I am afraid. It is too far removed from his original wish, and too dissimilar in effect to either wishes primary effects to be included in them.*
*Then I wish the death and destruction caused would be undone. You should have no problem granting an additional wish... unless there is a limit per person.*
*There is not. It has been done.*
Lydia thanked Astrelle as much as she could before the spell ran out of power and returned her to her body. To her surprise she was at work, not the guild hall. It undid everything, the world was saved! Everyone remembered what happened still though- she undid the death and destruction but failed to mention the memories. This meant she had another heated discussion with Mei, before declaring she quit. The guild remembered that Lydia saved the world, and immediately celebrated her victory, giving her an automatic seat in the guild. Franklin himself tutored her now, so she did not have to worry about working in the jewelry shop to make enough money to finish her classes- she was trained by a wizard personally to become a sorceress herself. Patrick was glad to finally return to his house and his old, normal life, though he could never forget seeing the things his neighbors became. He wondered how Melissa had done after he let her go- but did not have to wonder long. He did not know where to find her, but she knew where to find him. Once again human, Melissa returned to Patrick's place to... properly thank him for letting her crash at his place. The twins were reunited and returned home as well. Thanks to his brief psychic link, Jasper felt he knew his sister better than before. Her transformation left such an impact on her, Crystal actually had a piggyderm tattooed on her arm.
The guild master patted Lydia on her back after giving her the official sorceress' robes from the guild hall. "So, how does it feel to be the only human in the world to remain unchanged?"
She laughed. "Well I am sure glad it all worked out in the end. And it was wild... seeing an actual God out there in the cosmos..." She chuckled a bit. "I am a little disappointed I never got to experience what everyone else did. Sort of feel left out or... maybe survivor's guilt? Makes me wonder what I would have turned into, y'know?"
"Hah yea, if only you had the power to experience such things without creating chaos."
"Pff, I wish."
*Granted.* | null | [] |
This is a commissioned story for Segremores. Segremores belongs to himself Brokenwing belongs to himself Mark is mine, so yeah. This is a very adult story, with hyperphallic and vorish themes.
Mark sighed softly, staring at his drink. He hadn't taken a single sip, since someone down the bar seemed to think that he liked Whiskey Sours enough to send him one. The brown otter had never thought himself attractive, but time and again he was proved wrong by how others treated him. He sighed, and felt a familiar aching emptiness inside starting to grow. He knew only two things could fulfill it. Food, or Cock. Since he already ate that evening, he decided it must be time for the other. He raised his long tail up slowly, to show off his round soft rump to the rest of the room. He whispered to himself, "Three... Two... One..."
And on cue a voice asked from behind, "Careful hon. If you keep your rump like that someone will just fly right in..."
"Like you?" Mark asked as his tail slowly folded down. He felt a scaled paw on his tail and shivered, blushing softly as he let out an involuntary moan.
"Maybe... Have I found a sensitive spot for my little otter?" The other male spoke.
Mark turned to look at who had his tail in his paws, rubbing over it gently. He blushed deeper when he saw that it was a large gray dragon holding his tail. The dragon had earfins and large membranous wings, each with a rich red on the underside. He had four black horns around his head arcing back, balanced two on each side of his skull. The flesh between the horns was bare, save for the grey scales that covered most of his form. The dragon wore a loose button up shirt, left open, and a pair of pants that had quite the bulge in its front.
Mark blushed, feeling dwarfed by the dragon. His own feet dangled about a foot above the ground from his stool, and the dragon's horns were nearly a foot above his head. The otter realized he was staring and averted his eyes.
The dragon chuckled and tugged a little on the tail, "Don't be ashamed of looking..." His paws ad claws worked along and caressed the thick rudder tail, "It's a good thing if you like my body..." He took the tip of the tail and nibbled on it gently.
The otter gasped and grasped the bar, panting softly at that strong sensation. He eeped as he found himself pulled off the stool by the big dragon. He looked up and back, only to find a kiss being planted on his forehead.
"Such a cute lil otter I've caught..." As he spoke, the dragon carried Mark through the crowd towards the back, where there were a series of private rooms for when the patrons got a bit more intimate.
Mark wriggled a little, but not to get away from the dragon, rather to feel that bulge in the dragon's pants against his tail and hips.
"Careful, sweetie. Don't want it getting too excited before it's free of its bonds..." The dragon chuckled, reaching with one paw to open the door to one of the free rooms. He carried Mark into the small room that had a bed, a chest of drawers, and a couch. Setting the otter down onto the bed, the dragon grinned and shut the door, locking it so that "Occupied" appeared on the outside. When he turned back around he saw that Mark had discarded his clothing fully.
The dragon chuckled at this sight and shrugged his shirt off his body. His claws deftly moved to his straining fly, revealing black fabric behind the zipper as it was undone, before he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall off.
Mark gasped. The dragon was wearing a black jockstrap that barely contained his endowments, the fabric straining firmly. On top of that, the otter estimated that the jockstrap was three times too large for the dragon's frame. He blushed as he realized his own arousal had grown to its full just from looking over that bulging jock.
With a sway of his hips that made the massive package bob and bounce, the dragon grinned and teasingly spoke, "What are you waiting for, little otter? Unleash the beast." He winked.
Mark shivered, and crawled on the bed over to the throbbing bobbing black bulge. He reached carefully up to grasp the waistband with his webbed paws, and pulled it away from and down the dragon's body. He gasped as a strong waved of musk hit him, panting softly and closing his eyes as he pulled the jockstrap all the way down. He grunted as something hit him in the chest and he fell onto his back. A heavy but soft warm weight pressed down onto his chest. When he opened his eyes he saw a massive uncut cock staring him in the face, and it wasn't even erect. He tilted his head to one side and saw that the dragon's sac was stretched out over his torso, keeping him in place.
"Sorry about that, sweetie." The dragon reached down to rub the back of Mark's head softly, "He just wanted to say hi. I think he likes you a lot. Why don't you give him a kiss?"
Mark blushed deeply, staring at the head of the shaft, wrapped in a thick wrinkled foreskin. The exposed cumslit flexed a bit, a bead of pre about the size of a small marble emerging and dripping down, releasing potent musk into the air, adding to the already overpowering odors. He closed his eyes and tilted his head, puckering his lips. There was a loud sluck sound. He opened his eyes and found the cumslit stretched over his whole blunt muzzle. He blushed deeply, and tried to reach a paw to rub the side of the shaft, before he realized that the dragon's sac was very effectively pinning his arms to the bed, along with his torso. He whined in confusion, looking up at the owner of the massive shaft.
The dragon just grinned, "Oh he really likes you. I don't think he wants to let you go." He flexed his shaft, and the whole thing pulsed, and the slit creeped up to just below Mark's eyes, "In fact, I think he wants to keep you..." Another flex and the otter's whole face was wrapped in the cock's head.
Mark moaned muffledly, writhing, but he couldn't move. Even his legs and tail were wrapped in the dragon's tail as the heat of the drooling cock gradually engulfed his whole head. He squirmed as best he could, but he could only feel his neck sliding into the heat, and hear the sluck sluck sound of the cock working over him along with a low moan from the dragon.
When the head of the cock pressed to his shoulders, hope shone in the back of his mind. The cock couldn't go any further! But then he felt the slit yaaaaaaawn open around him and whimpered softly. Within moments his shoulders were inside the cumslit, and his torso was on its way as well.
Now that Mark's arms were pinned to his sides, the dragon didn't have to pin him any longer and dragged the heavy sac backwards, over the otter's still fully aroused loins, and onto his legs, the tension from the cock around his upper body forcing him to sit up. The dragon chuckled, and wrapped a paw around that arousal, stroking it firmly but tenderly.
Mark groaned aloud, his head nearly to the base of the dragon's shaft as the cock's head worked its way to his navel, his lower arms weakly pushing about while they still could. The stimulation on his cock distracted him, made him feel weaker than the low air high musk environment inside the cock alone could. He groaned, shuddering as he felt his orgasm nigh.
The dragon gently pressed the otter's cock into his own cumslit, before the ravenous member worked down its smaller cousin, pausing every few moments to spurt more precum over the furry form it was taking in. Before long the uncut head had rounded the corner that was the otter rump and was working on the three remaining limbs.
At this point the otter felt his world shift, his legs moving on the bedspread, before leaving it entirely, and he realized the dragon was standing, the cock strong enough to keep swallowing him down and inwards while he dangled above the ground. This realization, or possibly the stronger rippling gulps around his hips, caused him to go over the edge, and he went rigid, his whole body spasming as his cock unloaded its seed against the inside of the massive phallus devouring him.
The dragon groaned and rubbed over his shaft as he felt his otter orgasm, "Mmm... good boy... almost in..." His scaley paws worked over the flesh of his stretched out arousal, feeling the shape of the male inside, "Soon you'll be all mine..."
Mark grunted, barely able to hear the dragon now, his head pressing through something very tight, and then out into a larger space. He oofed as his face presses against the other side, and he writhed weakly, confused, as the warmth was working down to his ankles.
A scaled paw stroked over the latrine face bulging from his left teste gently as the dragon rumbled pleasantly, "Mmmm... Welcome home, my little otter." With a long slow slurp, he watched the pair of webbed feet and the wiggling tail tip vanish between the drooling "lips" of his cock. He reached down and hefted his shaft upright, groaning as he felt the otter emptying out and down into his left nut, swelling it out even as the shaft contracted in the absence of the form inside.
Mark murmured weakly as he felt himself curling up in the tight chamber, hot musk all around him as his hips, then his legs started to fold in atop him. Finally his tail flopped in between his legs. He pushed with his feet but he couldn't find the way he came in. The walls started to flex and grow slick and hot, making the temperature go from sauna to oven in a few moments. Mark couldn't take it any longer and he passed out.
The dragon chuckled, his sac hanging nearly to the ground now. He sat down on the edge of the bed carefully as he felt his sac working over the form inside it, watching the otter lose his shape gradually from around his throbbing erection. As he watched his erection grew thicker and longer, gaining inches in both fields. When his left nut was fully round again, it started to shrink, while the right nut started to swell, the seed remaining from his catch balancing out between his nuts so that it was a bit less unwieldy.
Carefully he pulled his jock strap up, and groaned, "Oooh... Gonna need a new jock strap. Thanks little otter..." His chest rumbled with his pleasure as he kissed his hard cock, before willing it to grow soft, so it too would fit into the jock strap that looked about to burst from his nuts alone. Once his shaft was tucked away, he tightened the jock strap with a few well placed tugs so that his package could fit back into his pants, and put his pants back on, the straining fabric hiding where the massive loins tried to spill out of the jock. With a flick of his tail he grabbed his shirt and put it back on, heading out the door and into the club.
Working past the thinning throngs of dancers, he spotted another, larger dragon. The other dragon was mostly green in scales, and was pleasantly round in body. He was wearing a spandex leotard, which left nothing to the imagination about his frame, and showed he too was quite well endowed. Small wings came out of the back of the leotard, only reaching about six inches on either side of his shoulders. The grey dragon came up behind the green dragon and ground his now larger bulge under the tail there, against the doughy rump. He angled his muzzle to tenderly nibble the green dragon's blue headfin. "Mmm... Got a few more inches for you..."
The green dragon blushed, then slowly grinned, "Maybe you won't get it in in one thrust this time."
"We can only hope. Let's go test that out." The grey dragon grinned, and started to drag the bigger dragon back towards the room he just used. | Bar Quickie by Tristan Hawthorne | [
"Club",
"Cock Growth",
"Cock Vore",
"Dragon",
"Gay",
"Hyperphallic",
"M/M",
"Otter",
"Teasing"
] |
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The pools of the courtyard are so pretty this time of day, crystal blue and ever so still. It's almost a shame to be so close to see it but it's a better view than some are privileged to, Master is always so strict but he loves his games. Even as I tug hard against the leather straps I'm thankful for the warm sun on my fur and the cool ocean breeze. The sharp clean walkways of granite outlined the gardens and the pools; they were very organized, like Master. The gardens tended to daily by the staff, shrubs neatly trimmed into...familiar shapes, ones to make us boi's squirm as we enjoy the view. The whole villa was littered with stone and copper, red carpets and throw rugs, breaking up the cold stone floors, except on the way to the basement...so cold on bare paws but the basement isn't supposed to be 'comfortable'.
My brothers...well my fellows were bathing in the second and central of three pools, teasing me, openly flaunting the fact. I try not to look but sometimes I can't help it. The devilish hum making it all the worse, while watching those taut frames soaping silky fur and brushing clean their shining manes. A barely heard whine trapped behind wet rubber locked between my teeth, gods I wanted to join them. Maybe I could entice Pepper to trot over here and finish the job he started. Such an adorable pony and so well bred but skittish. Hard to believe he used to be so unruly.
Master wouldn't like that, not one bit. His punishments were designed meticulously so undermining them was frowned upon. My hands bundled into tight fists zipped up and locked around my wrist with leather mitts...I've been known to escape...even the stocks. Giggling at the thought of the last time I had. I picked the lock with one of my hairpins and then I snuck up to his office and waited under his desk...to apologize 'vigorously'.
The stocks were very comfortable, despite the annoying additions. Lined with the same padding as a massage table, the board that sat beneath was so soft and comfy with a convenient little hole cut at hip level. A belt strapped over my back preventing retreat letting me enjoy the cool breeze Master's ring keeping me painfully hard while letting my entire length dangle exposed. I wanted so bad for someone to come over and give a little attention even a slight tug or two. My legs too dangled thanks to a pair of twenty pound ankle weights, proving that gravity is more effective than chains. That end of the table narrowed between my thighs and rose at the slightest of angles my rump up and available with none to 'capitalize'. And with the furry wisp of my tail acting like topping atop a sugary treat, with that kind of bait...C'MON!
On top of it all was 'my carrot'. Master found it very amusing. At its widest point it was three inches in diameter and a measly one-half at the thinnest; believe me I measured it. IT was vibrating at a cruel low and making Pepper's deposit slosh a bit.
Living on the sea with Master and my brothers is quite the treat for those of us that behave; a bit of mischief is a common thing and so are the lessons that follow...like mine. Ask before playing with Master's toys. Namely Vixen...but he's so cute why can't I lock him in with the cook for some fun? The ring gag and handcuffs were just for extra spice. Vix was such a mess afterward but Cook was awfully happy to see him though.
From time to time Master holds parties and we get to play with the guests. Some of my brothers get to go home with some...its sad to see them go but a new lively young sweet-heart often shows up, they're a little vulgar at first but I have a thick skin for insults. Speaking of guests sometimes 'they' spend the week, want to live with the 'boys' that's when we have most of our fun since Master suspends a few of the more 'boring' rules.
...I think there's a party tonight, but maybe Master will leave me in the garden as a 'party' favour; I wouldn't mind. The boys would be serving food among other menu items, those still on 'lessons' get to entertain, and the...bad ones are left in the basement some of the guests... Mr. Serval would likely make a private show of my brothers for the adulation of the guests...not the fun kind either.
But all'n'all it's a good life, a roof overhead, food and...salty goodness filling our stomachs; among other areas. A warm place to sleep and never being alone can't be all that bad.
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My name is Bunni and I'm the head-slave of Sapphire Villa. | Hi, I'm Bunni Ver 2.0 by Snoe72 | [
"Adult Content",
"Bunny",
"Bunny Boi",
"Buttplug",
"Captivity",
"Character Development",
"Chastity Play",
"Clydesdale",
"Domination/Submission",
"Exhibitionism",
"Femboi",
"Femboy",
"First Person",
"Fox",
"Gag",
"Girly",
"Leather",
"Light Bondage",
"M/solo",
"Master/Pet",
"Master/Slave",
"Mild Bondage",
"Naked",
"Never Seen Sex Act",
"Novel",
"Nude",
"Nudity",
"Ownership",
"Punishment",
"Restrain",
"Rules",
"Sexy",
"Slavery",
"Story Series",
"Tailhole",
"Teasing",
"Training",
"Vibrator"
] |
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