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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Look for my upcoming story including some characters in this series: Peepholes: The Adventures of Girls who Peek into the Boys Showers As I write this dispatch for the readers, the closing for the sale of the orchards was March 15 to a major agricultural concern. The previous owners must relinquish occupancy by May 1. Julie who is in the 11th grade is the only family member still living there at night. Their mother was moved out 10 days ago to a condominium she will purchase and furniture from the small house is being moved to the new residence piecemeal. The 3 of them have some money, now. Julie will have 3 homes by mid-spring. Stuie has shared an apartment with his fiancee Annie for over a year and they converted their guest bedroom to a room for Julie for her Christmas present. She will also have a small sleeping area at her mother's condo. Her father 3 towns over has volunteered extended custody. She hopes to have a summer job as a day camp counselor nearby. She shares a robust sex life with her boyfriend Charlie, seeking many explorations in personal intimacy. But her attractions to even greater variety are unrequited. ************************* On New Year's Eve Day, Julie brought some clothes to her new part time residence. Her sister-in-law to be Annie showed her the facility of the bedroom and the especially impressive very comfortable queen sized bed. "Of course Stuie and I want you to know you can bring Charlie here to have sex whenever you want. " Annie knew of the girl's old physical liaison with her older brother. She herself also had a past of sexual awakenings also sparked from within her immediate family. The teen was surprised that the current love in her brother's life was attractive, but not really pretty. She had to be at least a year older. She was not as slender as his earlier paramours and thicker in the hips. But she still seemed to have a firm round ass to top off great legs that as far as the younger girl could determine was not all held together by any kind of girdle. Perhaps most important, she had a great C-cup rack. It was the little things of a true voluptuary that would retain the interest of a horny brother always seeking optimum erotic experience. She has big Madonna/Angelina Jolie lips, the lipstick color which always changes subtly. She wears homemade hippie and American Indian style jewelry which is probably hot garnish when she is nude. The feature Julie most approved to keep her brother's pecker perky was her insistence on wearing open faced almost spiked heels with freshly painted toenails even into the late fall. That would show 'em what kind of woman her hunk of brother kept. "Of course, we want you and Charlie to be as informal and relaxed here as you like, considering how much we hang out here naked, and all." Julie was enjoying trying out her new mattress. She got up and rushed to hug her generous and welcoming friend. "I am so happy you 2 are perfect for each other. I really do not want to intrude on your happiness." "Oh, Julie hon, you know your happiness is always a big part of your brother's life. You know how I want to join in in that responsibility." They were still embracing and their faces were just inches apart, warmed by the hot shallow breaths they were smashing into each other. Their eyes were set on lips that started to purse. Heads inched closer for lips to meet. The lips were soft and tongue tips light of touch. The 2 females enjoyed the slightly dizzy oral affections and were reluctant to break such a pleasing union, only doing so with an audible smack at the end. "I know a way you might enjoy some of that responsibility." "We have made this connection before. Are you suggesting I should take responsibility to take it further?" "You're the one who talks about hanging out naked here. I have recurring fantasies about us enjoying quality naked time on our own." "Oh honey! Why didn't you say something earlier? I have an idea on how we could make a date on that, soon. . . . Your brother knows of your inclination to enjoy life the other way. How about that cute boyfriend of yours?" "I like to keep some air of mystery about me." "Smart girl!" ************************* The following week, Stuie went to the state capital to seek out information from the Dept. of Agriculture that would demonstrate to any prospective buyers of the orchards that they had farmed in compliance with regulations. Julie and the fiancee had the apartment to themselves at the end of the day. Through deep body massage, the maturing teen was able to explore every accessible millimeter of the body of the woman whom her brother expects to be his lover for the rest of his days. There was a sensuality there that was erotic and well beyond. As long as there would be no limits to her availability, this is a match that should work for the long term. Thanks to the massage oils and plenty of lube, the varied lovemaking between the 2 naked young women was topped off by several minutes of scissoring. Powerful hips and warm impacted flesh and hair between the legs affected explosive womanly climaxes accompanied by squeals of joy. The older woman noted how much more fun this activity was with a real partner than humping several hot wet towels wrung together with some lube. "Besides girl, you can suck titties just as good as your brother." The younger female made note of the wet towels activity as a possibly entertaining component of foreplay with her young boyfriend, Charlie. Fortunately there was a snow storm that night. Stuie called to say he would not be able to return home until the weekend and school was called off the next morning. Julie was able to sleep in on her comfortable new bed while her partner would freely grope her naked and available soft flesh at her titties, thighs, ass, and between her legs in an extended fitful slumber. Annie later told her fiance that his kid sister should be appeciated as a goddess of girl fun. ************************* Julie has become an ambitious student. At first she was reluctant to spend much time at the apartment in town she thought of as sort of a party central. But the older couple is scrupulously respectful of her academic obligations. They leave more than one table outside of her bedroom cleared for books, papers, and other school work. They intuitively orient the space for quiet time for her studies. Often nights she smiles and smiles to herself for their indulgences on her behalf. Helping her with homework, they thumb through her books, class notes, and work papers with such serious expressions on their faces comically contrasted by the novel habit of not wearing a stitch of clothing. This is not to say that the living space is always cast in the structured erudition of a well-stocked library. Music and beer or wine flow liberally and the girl friend perpetually taunts the toned youth to wrestle her and wrestle off what clothing she might be wearing. Always affectionate, as he ages, Stuie only demands more physical attentions from the women he loves and is fond of, even from his mother - always more hugs, kisses, touchy feelie moments. It has always been his way of coping with stress and the stress has only boosted since he graduated from college. Charlie has come to cherish visiting the apartment. It is his sanctuary away from having to play the role of the confident High School jock, even with his own family. He cherishes the way they treat Julie and by extension, himself. After showering, when he recently walked back from the bathroom to Julie's bedroom finally without bothering to wrap his bath towel around his waist for the first time, it was the start of the other 3 casually relating as though they knew him in his nudity since he was a little boy. In the outbreak of warm weather this week, Annie surprised him by approaching him from behind and wrapping her arms around his neck. "When am I going to see that handsome soldier of yours at full salute?" The teen is at the age, being stocked enough with hormones, that the warmth and suggestion had just that effect. "Thank you! Please don't hide him away." Many has been the chilly weekend and other night of this past winter and spring that Julie and her guy have wrapped their arms around each other in her new bed, in safe naked snug warmth, cuddling while laughing and giggling, listening to the noisy antics of the eccentric couple who founded this happy home. For young Julie this is it. This is the quintessence of joyful family living. This is what she would want for her adult children and grandchildren if she ever has any. But it was a difficult oddysey to arrive at such an idyllic destination. ************************* Very shortly after Stuie started his last year in college, he returned for a succession of weekends to help supervise the apple pickings, as he had done the 3 previous years. Two of those weekends, the siblings enjoyed reunion sex. But the 14 year old teen told her brother that she was regularly firting with an unattached 10th grade jr. varsity soccer goalie she called Charlie Doomore. He has Mediterranean slender good lucks with a Roman nose, a year round tan, light blue eyes, and combed back moderate length sItrawberry blond hair. She told her brother he had already agreed to think about her when he jacks off. It was only a year after they started seeing each other regularly, that Julie found out why he was reluctant to even acknowledge her suggestion at first. "It was almost 4 years ago, I had only jerked off about 3 or 4 times before. I grew up in a conservative Catholic home and I did not want to make a habit of it. But when I got out of the shower, I had a boner that would not quit. I went back in the bathroom and poured hot water over a white sock and got it all soapy." "Your jerk sock." "Yeah, when I got back in my room, I took off my robe so that I was naked again and I lay back in my bed. Well I settled in to a jack off session with my cock feeling great wrapped in that warm soapy sock. I guess I was so wrapped up in my great feelings that I didn't hear Mom knock on the door with her laundry basket. Well when she walked in, I was at that point when I was going to cum anyway. I don't know why, I impulsively pulled away the sock. I was on top of my bed, so I could not cover myself with sheets or blankets, and my robe and clothes were in the other side of the room." "So you had no choice but to show her you cumming." "I'll say! She must of known from Dad how long a guy can ejaculate and when he is finished, because she stood and watched the whole thing. I really think I came a lot harder because my mother was watching me. I mean I really jizzed a couple of streaks several inches out. She listened to my grunts and only said anything just after my last dry throbs. She told me not to move. She got a hand mirror so I could see how much I came on myself. She said she hoped I was ashamed for being so disgusting when I am naked. She told me she wanted to call my dad and sister into my bedroom to see the awful thing I do to myself before I clean up, but that she would settle for my confessing my sin to Fr. Flannigan." "I wish my mother had caught my brother just the same way. I really think she would have fainted dead away, and then we would not have to be bothered with her. Did you talk about it in a confessional?" "NO! I went online to read about masturbation and everything seemed to say it was just fine for both sexes. In my physical they required before I could start to play soccer, the doctor said that provided I wasn't obsessive about it, masturbating was good for my health." Charlie had recently come up to Julie and said that he thinks about her everyday and that masturbating was better than he ever thought it could be, now that such sexy a girl knows what he is doing. She told him to practice his technique so he could take her out and show her. She said don't worry about it though, the important thing was to show her how much he enjoyed himself. But the older brother recommended phone sex. The young teen enjoyed that. His unmuffled groans and grunts in his buildup were exciting and stimulating. But his quickness was offputting. The new partner even apologized and suggested that he had better control in the shower where he usually beats off. Too bad they couldn't have shower sex on the phone. "Wait a minute, didn't you brag to me the other week that you installed one of those bluetooth car kits for when your mother uses her cell phone in the car?" "Yeah, so?" "Well if you are so handy, why don't you get a portable arrangement where you can have one of those things in the bathroom just the other side of the curtain when you take your shower. You could call me just before you take your clothes off. " That scenario worked well. Julie was pleased with the clarity of the audio output and the noise of the running water actually enhanced the excitement of the moment. But while an improvement, he still seemed a little quick. One evening he was excited to call her and say that their parents would be away for the weekend after Thanksgiving. His somewhat older sister and her husband would be house sitting and he was certain she would be agreeable to their enjoying a shower date. Being able to encounter each other naked and aroused at last, Julie knelt to acquaint herself with her new love's 7" uncut cock. It has a slight curve upward and is not as thick as her brother's , but seemed so for its much smaller pointed head with an open snake eye of a piss slit that always seems ready and available. With its energetic pulsing warmth, she kissed, sucked, and nibbled it, before rubbing it about her face, neck, and tits. "I want you take good care of this guy and his cute nutty friends. They are going to be an important part of my life." "That means so much to me that you said that. They already love you as much as I do." The young soccer player was absolutely astounded that a 14 year old was so brimming with confidence and knowledge about sex. Through the following winter they settled on phone sex until some older girls brought her into "the club". There were always lookouts available to assure privacy in the little used furnace and water heater room tucked away next to the boys locker room. There a girl could service her guy with a quick handjob or bj. But "appointments" were rare and opportunities scant. It was not until April that Charlie was able to take Julie out on their own. His father was to drive him to her home. Her mother would drive them to a movie in town, from there the couple deciding where they wanted to eat. Not known to the parents, friends had arranged a guest bedroom where they could be intimate. Charlie would call his father on the cellphone when the evening would conclude. But it was a tennis match day for Charlie. He was exhausted and fell asleep with his head on Julie's lap. Both she and her mother were charmed and committed to allow him to rest. She cuddled the unconscious angelic teen in her lap while her mother covered him in a blanket. Her mother brought her school books and a diligent student was able to read both her English and history assignments before the boyfriend awoke confused and embarrassed. Making certain her mother was not looking, she would periodically reach to feel under his belt to ascertain if his gender member was nocturnally active. If so, she enjoyed the thrill of a racing pulse. "You must think I am nuts, but that was the best date ever." That summer, Charlie had turned 16 and achieved his driver's license. Thus began the long adventure of carnal explorations and experimentations of hormone flooded minors in mostly vehicular privacy. During those vacations, summers, and after graduation, the boyfriend would be rankled by a brother who was not especially rude, but very cool and distant toward him. If their mother were not home, Stuie would not be above stepping out of the bathroom after his shower still toweling off to discuss with his sister in the parlor some obscure domestic item, indifferent that her boyfriend would be seated next to him as they watched TV. "Aren't you going to say hello to Charlie?" "Hello, Charlie." The reality did not connect with the portrayal of an image by an adoring sister. One day, after Annie had come into their lives, but before the 2 had started rental on their apartment in town, the two women started out to collect on some take out food. The mother was out meeting with a church ladies group. Charlie and Stuie were alone watching March madness college basketball. "Hey man, what is it with you? Where do come off being such a big prick? Your sister is the best girl in the school. Don't you think I don't know how much of an influence you have had on her. She thinks you walk on water." "How much of an influence do you really think I have had on her?" "Are you kidding? A barely 14 year old girl who will be nice to just about anyone and knows more about sex than probably most of the teachers combined? Don't you know whatever you 2 have ever had going is totally cool with me? She only drools whenever your name comes up." Stuie lept at the teen at the other end of the sofa. He grabbed him by the throat with at least as much conviction as he had pinned his sister in a rape fantasy of an earlier summer. "The moment you ever say anything to anyone else about whatever you have figured out between my sister and me, consider yourself a dead man. You don't even know what a prick can be. But you will find out then, chump. The moment you ever do or say anything that truly breaks my sister's heart, consider yourself a dead man, right then. If you ever say or do anything that reduces my sister's esteem in the eyes of her peers, consider yourself a dead man. Now have you got that?" The taller but still smaller man who was in a hold that could seriously injure him nodded affirmatively. He tried to compose himself as if he had never been seriously compromised physically. "You don't seem to understand that this woman in your family is the best thing that ever happened to me. Even if she broke my heart, I could never hurt or damage a goddess who has singled me out for so much of her amazing love and attention." "What is that supposed to mean?" "I could never hate a woman who has made such a difference in my life. I don't think there are many girls who can make as much of a difference for a guy as Julie can. No matter what happens, I can never allow anyone to take that away from either me or Julie." "Things can happen where couples can end up hating each other. But I tell you what, sport, you've got guts. I think you've grown up enough to get Julie and where she comes from. I have wondered whether any boys your age really could. She has grown up in a home where we have all really struggled. She has never had nice clothes. But all the same, she glows, doesn't she?" The younger male was struggling to fight back tears, now. "She glows so bright, it hurts my eyes but I am still happy. She glows only the way a goddess glows." "Give me a hug, dude." ************************* Julie was true to her word and was approachable to everyone at the High School. She deliberately sought out geeks, including upper classmen, to help her with studies and homework, especially boys. She would ask them questions about their personal lives and goals and aims, and would genuinely listen to their answers. She learned to offer little encouragements to everybody. Even the boys who had neither brawn nor brains she would taunt to tell her the latest jokes, the more bawdy the better. By the 11th grade, she was vice president of the glee club and apprentice editor of the year book. She had been on the student council since the 9th grade and considered a favorite for president the next year. She was vice-captain of the girls fall varsity soccer. The girls who had a very limited and elite view of school social life first derided her for her outreach to others and then turned their backs on her. The remainder of the girls sought her out for advice about particular boys and boys in general. They were amazed at the depth and subtlety of her consideration. They were astounded with her knowledge of male sexual anatomy and the profound understanding and acceptance of their needs and urges. "If a boy our age isn't a constant horn dog, he needs to go see a doctor right away. Make them feel that you are happy they jack off all the time and ask them what it feels like. If you really like a boy and don't just want to be a tease, ask him to think about you when he jacks off. For sure, he will ask you out soon unless he has already pledged himself to another girl." Then there was Belinda Sapphokund. By Christmas time, she was the only out lesbian in Julie's 9th grade class. Only 2 other girls besides Julie and Belinda would meet and plan how to ambush boys who called her a dyke. With the help of some jokester boys, one boy had all his clothes and cell phone stolen from his locker when he was in the showers. An opposing wrestling team had just been beaten soundly and his friends had said they would call his father for him, but forgot in the exuberance of victory. When everyone had left, the boy with only a skimpy locker towel wrapped around his waist ventured out to look for a janitor. Athletic Belinda was just the other side of the locker room door and took very good aim to swing a baseball bat into his package without too much impact. Looking down at the naked athlete buckled over and writhing on the gym floor, Belinda used her own cell phone to call for an ambulance. She was never disrespected again. A blazing short haired red head, Belinda had sort of a strange shaped head, but alluring hazel eyes that would seem to look into people's souls. She flirted outrageously with everyone including boys and teachers of both sexes. She was revered by the geeks and in time by many others as well. Within weeks before the end of the 9th grade school year, Julie had that fitting of an almost full figured B-cup bra. She knew most other girls took this event in stride, but she could not help but feel it was an important rite of passage. Surely this was something Belinda could appreciate. "Oh Julie, you are one of the girls who gets sexier everyday. I have noticed on your way to the showers, your nipples really stand out. Be proud to show your tits and perky nipples every chance you get." Julie was hardly aware of herself. Somehow she was in a toilet stall and Belinda was deep kissing her. "If you would like more of that, you know where to reach me. The bra is great, but take pleasure in taking it off in the most public places you can." From then on, the girls locker room took on a luster of shimmering sensuality for someone blooming into wondrous womanhood. At her locker, everytime she would reach back to unfasten the snap of her bra and cross her soft arms to shift the straps so that the dense supporting fabric would start to fall away from firm flesh, her chest would swell subtly with a warm flush of liberating release. Goddesses in nature do exist, and one can only wonder whether girls in this kind of setting can appreciate their splendor. The best was when she would come back after her practice or game. Her sports bra dropping away, her pair would be instantly enveloped by the heavy dampness caused by nearby showers and the condensation of girl sweat. But Julie had the luck of great good fortune for being assigned a locker nearly the other end from the shower room. She could prance about between the benches in all her nude glory speaking to many girls to and from. She found herself gravitating to girls who seemed to at least start to also point for all the womanish commotion. A cute boy was always a topic of conversation that could trigger a set of nubs or 2 to stiffen up. At the showers she would choose a spot under a shower head next to a girl who had started to point if she could find one. "Have my friends done the 'Scottish' shower thing yet? Remember how great you feel for the rest of the day if you just turn off the hot water spigot for 30 seconds or so, and let it run cold." Julie would listen for the high pitched yelps and then enjoy the blossom festival of buds pointed out and perked up. In the 10th grade, she noticed her friend Cassie would flash looks at her periodically. Speaking to her would not reveal any special interest. But one day, "oh Julie, I have noticed how you parade around here now and I can tell Charlie does a good job of taking care of you. Isn't it amazing how they can make us feel so beautiful?" Julie's self-esteem for physical stature had much more to do than with just Charlie. It was that fall after practice that she and the other co-captain of her soccer team were meeting in the coaches office to discuss details for their upcoming game the next afternoon with the 2 young coaching women who were easily less than 10 years older than the girls on the team. What they did not know was that Crissy Comedown was still in the locker room, still not showered and changed, suffering a little crisis, and Belinda was consoling her. Her 2 timing boyfriend, Jimmy Twoie had dumped her for good and all. A gentle but soft and entrancing kiss led to other things. One of the coaches heard a shower running. "Who could that be?" She glanced at her watch. "All the girls should be showered and changed and out of here by now." All four went to investigate. As they approached the shower room, they heard squeals and at least one girl talking. "Oh, you do that just right." What they saw astounded all 4 women. Crissy and Belinda, glistening naked under a shower head running full throttle on the floor had somehow gotten a hold of several towels. They were lying on them on their sides. They were facing each other by their legs. Belinda had raised one of Crissy's thigh's and was heaving her V shaped bikini waxed crotch and vulva to impact into the full beavered same of Crissy's. On impact, she would grind it about so that the 2 females' girl parts would be paired in total writhing intimacy, squeals of joy, and all. The 2 lusting girls in the shower did not know they were in unobstructed exhibition to 4 other females in paralyzed astonishment. Suddenly, one of the coaches clapped her hands. "What the hell is going on here?" After all the students were dried and dressed, the 2 detention slips written up in explicit detail, the 2 coaches remained behind. They took off all their clothes and arms wrapped around each other as they sauntered into the shower room, they essentially imitated what they had witnessed less than an hour earlier. Julie's panties were soaked with her arousal juices when she got home. From her friend's cellphone, she could only get about every 3rd or 4th word out as she explained to Charlie what had happened . When she dropped her pants, she first crouched and squatted with her ass raised up slightly to shove 2 fingers from behind part way up her juicy twat to finger a squirt of her sauces, and then withdrew to induce a fit of shuddering heat by fingering her swollen up love button. Charlie's father heard him talking on his cell phone in the bathroom. He then pressed his ear against the closed door. He heard heavy breathing and the occasional words of response in conversation. "Say that again. . . . What did they do next?" The breathing seemed to stop momentarily, and he heard a zipping noise that was unmistakably the sound of climatic guy squirt when it impacts the water in the toilet bowl. Grunts followed and the heavy breathing resumed. The parent just shook his head in dismay, thinking "kids, nowadays!", and walked away. A few days later, Julie's co-captain told her how her boyfriend responded when he was informed of the erotic encounter. "He wanted to fool around and fuck every chance we got all weekend. Honestly, I did not know he could make and keep shooting so much jizz in such a short time." ************************ Half way through his last semester at college, Stuie got a call on his cell phone from his kid sister. "Hey buddy, I am spotting." "You are what?" "I am half way between periods and I am ruining some sexy panties because I am dripping on them. Now what do I do?" "I don't know." There was a long pause brought on by evident exasperation. "You promised you would be my 'rag' buddy. Now you are supposed to be one of the hot dudes on campus, so get with the girls and ask them about it. Call me back before bed time tonight and report back. DO IT!" *click!* "You mean your sister tells you about problems with her periods?" "I told you we are close." His good friend with the best street smarts LaTeisha piped up. "Now listen up! It makes sense. The young girl has got no big sister. She won't bring up these problems with her mother because we all know how mamas can make too big a deal about this matter. She knows how her jock brother on campus is fly with the girlfriends. So who else is she going to go to? You're doin' right here, Mr. Stuart. Tell her this happens to almost all the girls sooner or later. This is what I think she ought to do. . . " Julie was told to wear a pad or a tampon days she noticed a pattern. Keep little travel vials of peroxide in her purse, her locker, and her gym locker. She already knew to have changes of panties on hand. Stuie knew that the schools made a point of being sensitive to feminine needs, but it was all fraudulent pretext. "Tell Charlie to buy you new pairs of panties for christ's sake. The sales ladies will love him. Have him keep extra pairs in his locker for you. You were right. I am stupid. Boys should know much more about these things and cover for their women." ************************ By the 11th grade, the lesbian Belinda carried herself with confidence and a stance of formidable forwardness. Most boys knowing of the incident with Crissy Comedown could not help but be drawn to her. Her parents were fascinated by the constant retinue of testosterone rich visitation to their otherwise private home. Her mother eagerly kept a ready supply of cold drinks and snacks at great cost to the household budget. Her bedroom was festooned with photos of boys from her school and even from other towns. They were all autographed and many had little hearts with personal expressions such as "thank you for keeping my secret." She kept many confidences. She would entertain her devotees with many dazzling endearments. "You cuties, go out there and jerk your gorgeous gherkins whenever the urge falls on you. If anyone dares tell you otherwise, send him or her to me and that is someone whose mind will be completely changed around. Of course you couldn't do better than to think about your beloved Belinda when you are stroking down there. Who more than I wants that special moment when you shoot your cum to be hot and mind blowing?" Some boys were insistent the girl must be an x-stacy freak. She would be the special secret girl they would go to for the unremitting questions about what went on in the girls locker room. Whose tits were like what? Who had the biggest nipples? Who had the hardest and pointiest nipples? Who was actually smaller for having padded her bras? Who had the biggest areolas? Which girls seemed to have the most fast growth about their chests? Which girls seemed to have the sweetest round asses? Which girls have the most full grown beavers? Which girls are completely shaven? Which girls have bikini waxes and by how much? Which girls have waxes in funny designs? Which girls hang out naked in the locker rooms and showers more than the others? Which naked girls are more playful with the other girls with towels and what not? Which girls had piercings on the nipples or about their pussies? Inquiring minds want to know. Belinda would smile, wink, and nod. She would answer only in a way so as to inform she had seen it all. It is all there. But she never mentions any names. She would drop hints that sounded enticing but were about as informative as the ambiguous prophecies by the Oracle at Delphi. `Just enough hints were dropped and information was passed along to entice boys to return to her home for more another day. On warmer days in the privacy of her bedroom she would only wear a skimpy halter top wild cat pattern bikini. She had a tattoo on her lower back of a downward facing dragon, its head extended over the rise of one ass cheek, hence obscured by the bikini bottom. She would tell admirers that maybe one day she would show them the head if they remained good boys. When all the guests were departed, she would converse with her parents. She would be covered in a terry cloth bath robe so they could not see she was only bikini clad in the presence of so many boys. Her father would suggest surely there was one boy among so many she was attracted to who would make a good candidate to enjoy a steady relationship with. Belinda would respond with a look of wanderlust. She would hug herself in feelings of genuine affection. "Oh my boys, my dear boys. When I leave this place to go to college, life will seem so dull without them. Yes, I feel compelled to take cold showers. But when I catch sight of the right girl, she turns me on more than all those boys put together." ************************ The summer after Stuie graduated, he had planned to seek out graduate schools where he would start studying the following January. But there had been freezes in the late spring and the peach harvest in the summer could be deficient. In fact, despite his best intentions, it turned out to be a fiasco. There was some question about the apple harvest as well. That fall he took a job in town that had a fancy title to suit a beginner's resume, but he was poorly paid with mostly clerical duties. In the summer preceding, unbeknownst to his mother, he gathered harvest, gross, expense payables, and profit data to show to agricultural auditors. He was going to try and convince his mother to sell the orchards. It would take more than a year, not until last fall, to convince her. In the meantime he met Annie, proposed to her, and just over a year ago they set up house together in a remarkably spacious apartment in town. Thanks to Annie's friendly persistence and oddball sense of fun, she jumped over the hurdle of a young sister's high standards and won Julie's approval. The younger girl thought there ought to be something she could confide to her quasi-mentor about intimacy with her brother. She told her if she wanted to do something extra special for him, he loves being given hot baths with plenty of fresh hot water all the while. More than a year later. "Hon, I don't know who has more fun when I get hot stuff in the tub, him or me. Listening to his groans of pleasure and washing all that beefcake down, I cannot restrain myself. I learned to wear very little because girl, I climb right in that tub myself and attack his bare self." It was in October of last year. "You know how your brother's birthday is just a couple days after Halloween. Well I've been brainstorming and thought it could be just sensational for the 3 of us if we both gave him a bath for his birthday at our little love nest. We won't let him out of the tub until we give the say so ~ a nice down home decadent party between the 3 of us. We'll make a Saturday afternoon of it and tell him he'll just have to wait on TV college football. ************************ The tub full of hot water, it seemed almost scalding to the nude recipient and ready for his attentive cleanings. "The water's fine, now sit down." The one male in the bathroom crouched down as one would in a tub full of freshly drawn water. But just as his sensitive ass checks, the end and underside of his nut sac felt the searing wetness, he started to pick himself up again. "You big baby." The 2 females pushed down on his shoulders to immerse almost all of him in the hot drink. His right hand set against the top of the rim of the tub slipped and his seat crash landed through all the hot water on to the surface of the tub with a big splash. His face shifted to a look of shock and then an expression of poorly acted consternation. "My bitches want to boil me alive for my birthday." They set about with soapy wash cloths to washing every inch of him. They used so much hot water to douse him with, they were afraid the heaters for the apartment building would be emptied. "The coroners are going to find a dead naked guy in here, because now my girls are trying to drown me for my birthday." "You love all this, so stop all your complaining." When they completed, Julie went to the kitchen for the birthday cake, lit up with at least 20 more candles than his age. More than 1/2 of them were the joke candles that don't go out when you blow them. The man in the bath tub doused them in the bath water. "Happy Birthday to Stu in his Birthday Suit" Stuie blushed just softly. "What did they say at the bake shop when you told them what to write on the cake?" They took pictures, but so as not to make the man in the tub too uncomfortable, they were taken no higher than the level of the rim of the basin. There were pictures of him eating mess cake that had been smashed into his face, pictures of him eating ice cream, pictures of him kissing or being hugged by each of the 2 women. There was a lewd picture of what looked like Annie with a rolled up sleeve reaching in between his legs. He ate pretzels and that started him on a steady stream of beer. All the while, they would occasionally drain out some tub water to refresh it with steaming water from the hot water tap. Annie had rolled a joint, a couple of hits which he enjoyed as they were stripping him and drawing his bath. Occasionally he would listen to music from the Ipod speakers nearby with the joint lit between his finger and thumb, his drugged blood shot eyes focused in no place in particular, the 2 females themselves entranced for the sensuality of watching a wet toned naked man listen to rhythmic melodies, vocals, and instrumentals with such intense pleasure. They listened to Kanye West, the Strokes, Coldplay, and even the otherworldly ethereal sounds of Tool. But the relaxed athlete most enjoyed an old classic popular European impresario from the mid 20th century he had always been too embarrassed to play on campus outside of headphones. His hand with the joint enconsed, he waved it back and forth to the 3/3 waltz time to digitally restored recordings of Edith Piaf. The way she would roll her Parisian 'R's would be an experience beyond the 5 senses for the 3 listeners. "Non, je ne regrette rien!" Stuie had made mistakes in his life that some might even regard as criminal. But like the singer whose memory kindles sparks in the hearts of new generations, he regrets nothing. "Stuie, hon, Julie and I want to show you something." Julie went to sit on the lap of her future sister-in-law, sitting on the toilet lid. They embraced with faces tenderly studying each other and moist lips. The lips pursed and met. Their lips would meet and part in slow succession with soft audible sounds of sucking smooches and breathy sighs. The naked man in the warm tub watched intently stoned out of his gourd. Suddenly he slapped the water in a noisy but contained splash. "Now you see, I have said this since I was a wee lad. Girls don't play fair. I am completely defenseless here. Here I am bare naked in my birthday suit in this bath tub on my birthday, and girls do this right in front of my face. How is a red-blooded American boy like me supposed to keep from springing a boner in a situation like this?" Annie broke her kiss just long enough to speak her mind. "Just give me a moment, hon. I'll turn on the cold water tap full throttle. That'll solve your little problem." Stuie instantly slid to bend his knees and cover the taps with his hands at the other end of the tub, with another big splash. "You'll do no such thing. And this is a big problem." Seconds later, Annie and the teen sister broke off a kiss with a big smack, separating entwined tongues as well as lips. "Well we should not have been so rudely interrupted just to remind you that of all the females in the world, who among us has seen your boner more than the 2 of us sitting here." "Well the point is I could end up swimming in cum soup in a matter of minutes." "Well now you raise a good point. In all the existence of homo sapiens, what 2 women know better than us that the male who has had the least self control sits in a bathtub before us now." Stuie bunched up the features of his face in exaggerated offense and distress. He gave them both a drenching splash. "Well you don't have to rub it in to a dude on his birthday." Annie was wide-eyed with surprise "You keep up that up, bitch boy, and I will run to the kitchen for the bag of ice cubes." "Nope. Too late. I need to get out of this thing because I have to pee in the worst way." "Not until we say so." Julie handed the older woman the quart sized plastic pail they had used to douse him with hot water. "Here be a big boy, stand up, and pee into this. We will flush it down for you." "I dont get any privacy?" They both guffawed now. "Since when have you ever cared for privacy?" Through the noise of the bath water rushing off him as he raised himself, he stuck his tongue out at the 2 women, fumbling at his dick with the fingers of the hand not holding the pail. The 2 women giggled in hearty amusement to watch the look on the stoned naked wet man's face for the stunning sighing relief experienced in emptying his bladder. The peeing man noticing the 2 females thorough entertainment in his predicament, shifted his dick around so that the tone of the piddling noise varied in percussion pitch as the piss impacted different surface on the inside of the plastic container. He handed the 1/4 full pail back to his fiancee when the last dribble of his streams concluded. "Nope. You didn't shake it to my satisfaction. You don't want to be swimming in pee soup." He took the pail back with an annoyed expression. He grasped his dick in the fingers of his other hand near its base and wagged the pliant flaccid organ about so that it slapped the inside rim of the pail in its downward thrusts. He never realized his kid sister had surreptitiously with the camera caught a digital image of the bizarre motions of a male still in the flower of his youth. "There! Are you happy now?" The fiancee flushed the liquid down the toilet, but over the noise of the functioning plumbing, "all the noise of the happy water running out of you Stuie has made me want to go in the worst way." Stuie was seating himself back in the tub while his fiancee was unbuttoning and unzipping to pull down her jeans and panties to sit on the inner toilet seat herself. Julie was quick to appreciate that this would be a moment to catch a glimpse of the puss of the new woman who would be in her family and cast observant looks that way. With full black hair pie in view even if just momentarily, she was not disappointed. Despite her best posture to seem nonchalant and nonplussed, her naked brother in the bath tub caught sight of his teen sister's interest. He signaled her by raising his forefinger curled to his bent thumb up to kissing lips in a gesture to suggest that the parts in question were without imperfection. "DELICIOSO!" As Annie had flushed and was buttoning and zipping up, washing her hands, lowering the toilet lid to seat herself in renewed sociability, her nude fiance in the tub expressed ideas on how the party would continue. He drained some of the water and replaced it with hot water from the faucet himself. "Annie, what I really want for my birthday is for you to tell my sister what you have in common with her." "We have some things in common, but I never had a brother." "I know. But you know what I mean. Tell her the story how you lost your cherry about the same age she lost hers." The older dark haired woman looked at Julie with some doubt on her face. "Are you up for this, kid?" Julie nodded enthusiastically. She was always up for stories about sexual introductions. ********************** Annie's Narration ********NOTE TO THE READER: Switch to the 1st person*********** After my hormones kicked in just before I turned 13 and after I had my first period, I thought I was quite the grown up lady and now entitled to all kinds of grown up experiences. Looking back on it now, I was still just a waif of a girl, not much more than 1/2 as tall as I am now. For a few months, I had been using tampons and I thought they were great. I would feel just as happy and energetic as any other day and I would not feel anything going on down there until I would change it. Well I had a usual plan for changing it. I would go into the bathroom and take all my clothes off below the waist. After pulling out the old tampon, I would decide if I wanted to use the shower massage extension in a way that I would not get any of my top clothes wet. Well one evening after a few months of this plan in play without a hitch, I tried to pull the little thing out by the string and found out the end of my vagina and my labia had gotten sore. It wasn't going to budge. If I really tugged at it, it would sting like hell. Well I was frantic and just lost it. My mother was at her nursing job and the only other person at the house was my dad. So I went running to him in the living room seated in his la-z-boy chair reading the evening paper, myself naked below the waist crying in hysterics. Well I could only get about every 3rd word out, but the sweet man figured out what my predicament was and grabbed me to calm me down. "First I want you to relax and pretend you haven't even tried to take it out yet, sweetie pie. Can you do that for me?" Well I was still crying a little convulsively, but he could see I was trying to calm down in his lap and in his safe arms. "Now Annie please calm down, you are not in any immediate danger, but I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say. Can you do that for me, honey?" I nodded, but still weeping a little. "OK, just relax sweetie pie. Daddy has a plan to make this problem go away. You know how Mom and I have spoken to you about inappropriate touching. I don't intend to pull anything away that might hurt you. But Daddy may need to be gentle with you in places under other circumstances might be considered inappropriate. Will you trust Daddy to be careful and make you feel nice just to solve this problem now?" I nodded again. But the way Dad phrased things, my curiosity was exceeding my distress. In fact, I thought what he had in mind might be kind of exciting. "Now remember relax. Breathing deeply can help you relax. I want you to open your legs some so that Daddy can see if there is any obvious swelling down there." I wasn't the least bit embarrassed and opened wide almost knocking myself off his lap. "Well as far I can see, everything looks normal, but I don't see you everyday down there. What I see is a young lady who is becoming very beautiful. Now if Mommy hasn't told you you should look at yourself down there everyday with a hand mirror or something like that, I am going to tell you you ought to. If something doesn't feel right, then you can compare what it looks like from when you feel just fine. Now is there anything that doesn't look right to you, now?" I just shook my head in the negative. "Ok, now I want to ask you a series of questions. When Daddy gently moves his fingers in certain places, I want you tell me if it hurts." Well I couldn't help myself, but I liked the sound of that. He first caressed me about the mons and either side of my labia. Then he swept his fingers on my upper lips and lightly poked at the hood of my clitoris. "Oh no Daddy, that doesn't hurt at all." Well in no time I could feel wetness on his fingers and I realized it must be coming from me. I buried my head in his shoulder and allowed myself to be overrun with sensations I was experiencing for the first time. I think I was actually humping his hand if he wouldn't finger my clitoris hard enough. Well my first orgasm swept over me completely unexpectedly. When after the peak I came too, Dad was smiling and waving the tampon in my face by its string. "If you don't have any pads, let 's go down to the drug store and I will get you some now. I think you ought to stay away from tampons for at least a day until after we call Dr. Chia. " We never figured out what the issue was with the tampon, but I probably just had not inserted it right but never felt any discomfort for the misfire. Well Dad was just about the nicest and most exciting creature I ever thought walked the earth. Btw, that still almost holds true for me to this day. I dread the thought of our ever having a daughter, because she will certainly fall in love with Stuie the way I did Dad. Life was just going to be terribly boring if he did not have his hands on me frequently. Two nights later, I was talking to him in my parents bed with a book in his hands. He fell asleep. I just had to take off all my clothes and get in bed with him. Getting naked was never so exciting. When I slowly pressed myself against him under the covers, I nearly came right then. But there was still more excitement. He was at that point in his sleep that I know you enjoy, Julie. I realized he was boned up, and it was a whopper. He wears underwear in bed so, it was real easy for me to spread open the fly of his boxers and reach for that big prize of warm, pulsing, smooth, velvet all rigid flesh against a dense nest of long soft dick weed. Well he shuffled and suddenly awoke, but I was so turned on and scared in an excited way, I couldn't pull my little hand away. "Oh Annie sweetie, I love you so much but you should not be this way with Daddy. You're not feeling sick are you?" He felt my little hand exploring the shaft of his cock and he pulled it away. "Daddy I feel sick for not being able to be close with you like this." The sweet man really did not want to hurt my feelings or confuse me. "I tell you what. Get out of bed and take your clothes with you to your room. Put them on or put some other clothes on and come back and we will talk about this." Well I slunk out of bed. When I reached to gather my clothes, I wanted him to look at me standing naked. I wanted him to see my ass, my puss, and little nipples all stiff and pointed. "Dad, do you think I am pretty?" "Precious, I know you are beautiful. Now go put your clothes on." Well I scooted back to my room to put clothes on as fast as I could. No underwear needed. When I was back in their bedroom, he had put on his jeans, but no shoes. "Now Annie sweetie, it would kill me if you ever stopped loving Daddy, but you cannot love me the way you will someday love a boy in all the most personal physical senses. But I tell you what we will do. Do you remember that talk we had last year about how boys have those urges and they do those crazy things with their erect penises that makes the semen come out." I laughed. "The girls talk about boys doing that a lot." "Yes, well boys do that a lot even though they do not admit that to others or certainly not to each other. But there are things girls can do that makes them feel just as good, especially when they think of a boy they would like to have love them. I would like to get you a book that explains how you can please yourself this way." "Is it sort of like what you did for me a couple of nights ago?" "Yes, only you please yourself that way, imagining another boy doing that to you. Or, imagining a boy who does that crazy thing with his penis when he thinks about you. One day, you will find a sensitive kind young man, and you will enjoy showing each other these things. You can tell me which boys attract you this way and we will keep it a secret. Along the way, you can ask questions about boys, and I will do my best to answer." "Dad, do you ever do that crazy thing with your penis?" "Yes, Annie sweetie. Whenever I miss your mother in the most personal ways, I think about her and do that. It is not her fault. She is so busy, she does not have the time or energy to love me as much as I need her. But she does the best she can, and it makes her very happy that I need her so much." Well I know Dad was trying to be nice and put Mom in the best light. But I could not help but feel jealous. I was just more determined than ever to do whatever it took to please his big beautiful cock and fulfill his needs for love Mom left wanting. A couple of nights later, I had the reverse of a wet dream. I dreamt that my vagina and labia were filled with infection and Dr. Chia said it was going to have to be replaced with plastic parts. Well I woke up in a sweat and pulled off my nightie and ran to their bedroom naked. I could not be sure if it was late enough that Mom had gotten home from her shift. I didn't care. If she had gotten home, I would have told her too and told her to please give me a bath because I was frightened. But it was not even midnight yet, so I climbed into bed with Dad naked again. Well soon I was so turned on, without realizing it, I was humping him in his beautiful firm ass. He woke up, again never questioning my intentions but asking me if I was alright. I told hm no and told him about my dream. We spoke in the dark the whole time. He told me that I could sleep in there with him that way as long as we just hugged and I did not touch him inappropriately. He set his watch alarm so that I would either go back to my room or put on a clean nightie or pjs before I went back to sleep with him. When Mom came home, I could ask her to give me a bath if she was not too tired. Later that night, she did give me a bath and was very affectionate about it just as she had when I was little. She said if I thought I would feel better, she would like to bathe me again for a time. But they both told me if I continued to have dreams like that, they would take me to a doctor. I told her I thought Dad needed her love even more than I did. She should find time to do things for him in their bedroom or maybe give him a bath. I thought she was going to be angry. "You're growing up so fast, you understand so much now. If it is important to you, I will try to do more for Dad. I will try to do the things you ask." She smiled. When I was in bed naked with Dad in the dark, I told him I would like to be the girl in his life who would give him the additional love Mom could not. "Annie sweetie, I am sure the idea of you being that way with me and trying to make me happy that way is very exciting to you. But let me explain why it can't work. If we were to become physically intimate, it would be more than just a casual infatuation by a young daughter or a harmless flirtation between father and daughter. All the precious feelings a daughter feels for her father at your age would never be transferred to a nice young man you should eventually fall in love with. That could be crippled and ruined forever. That kind of intimacy between us would also be a betrayal to your mother, who does her best for both of us." I did not say anything, but I felt like saying fuck the young man I would fall in love with. My hormones are raging now. I wanted his big beautiful cock and do the crazy things with it that would make him happy right then, now. I was determined to override his considerations. I would come up with a plan. He gave me that book he talked about. In only about a day, I told him I could not imagine any boys making me want to do that, but only his using his own fingers to do that to me as he had before. He said it had been a long time since we had taken a camping trip together on our own. One weekend we would get together and talk about it in the fresh air. He wanted me to tell him all about any and all the boys I had been attracted to. That was going to be my spider's lair. Girls lent me their brothers and dads old porno magazines. I was able to download some pictures from online. The weekend came, and right after we pitched our tent I told him I was getting hornier every day and I wanted to seduce a boy. But I couldn't imagine I could seduce a boy who knew what he was doing. I showed him some select pictures I had brought with me of every variant of sex including masturbation and group sex. I said I wanted to teach a boy these things but I would need my dad's help. Well he made me drop those pictures and he kissed me hard. He had his tongue in my mouth and I grew faint. I struggled with my belt buckle but he had it undone, my jeans unfastened, and my zipper down. His big fingers were wiggling at my sopping wet pussy and I broke away from the kiss because I knew I was about to start shuddering. His middle finger was up my virginal vagina and we both wanted it to break through. I wanted a woman's love hole before we both retired before the end of the day. He yanked my jeans and panties down. He wrenched off my shoes, so that he could get my somewhat tight jeans off. I immediately spread my legs open. "Oh Daddy get at my pussy. Eat and suck me, fuck me, but please bust through my cherry." "I could never hurt my precious little girl." "Oh Daddy, it is only natural. I don't want some stupid horny boy to take my cherry. I want you and need you so much. Oh please, Daddy." He let go and sucked and fingered me like a mad man. I came so many times I was just a mass of jelly. In the middle of my orgasms he would prod and stretch his fingers into my hole, stretching my girl barrier. It didn't hurt a bit. In fact I wanted him to keep the pressure on constantly. Then he unzipped and pulled out his beautiful cock, about Stuie's size. It was the first time I had really seen it. I reached for that column of hot living beef to steer right up to my little hole. But he first rubbed it against my lips and crotch, especially against my swollen up clitoris. As I was cumming for the umptee-umpth time, he tried to ram it up me. Well my barrier held, but I could feel something tear. Then it was his fingers up inside me again. We took a break for some heavy duty kissing. He heavy duty kissed me all down my front and my nipples. He told me I was growing the most beautiful pair of tits that had ever graced a mortal woman. Then he kissed me heavy duty like that between my legs again, even along my crotch to stick his tongue into my quivering shit hole. When he next stuck fingers up me as I swooned into another one of those hot fits, I felt the break, the sting, and some blood flow. Success at last! "Hold me Daddy." He saw me trying to remove clothes from above. He gently undressed the rest of me including easily unsnapping and removing my bra. He wrapped me naked in his big arms and rocked me, safe and warm, for at least an hour. I never dressed again that weekend until we had folded camp and headed back home. Stuie knows I am a regular wood nymph, now. As soon as we find a secluded spot to pitch camp, I am to be stripped down to the skin. If I ever feel a chill, I just wrap myself into your brother or wrap a blanket or one of the large sleeping bags around me. That was the way it was with Dad the next few trips we took alone. Anyway, I was sore that night. So Dad looked through those pictures and I talked him into jacking off for me. It might be crazy, but I just love to watch guys doing that to this day. The grunts they sound when they get those twinges of hot pleasure make life worth living all on their own. When he came, even though it was like a thrilling geyser, it was the odor that caught my notice most of all. Some girls said it was gross. But I had expected it to be like piss, but it is not nearly so bad. There is that earthy fresh ripeness about the stuff that keeps me turned on so hot. I was still small enough then that we slept together naked in his sleeping bag. Hairy Dad was still pretty fit and lean in his forties. Even though the soreness would throb a little occasionally, it was the best night of my life up to that point. Well we did just about everything that trip except he did not fuck me up my ass until years later. I planted myself on his humongous jump for joy stick as he fingered my clit the whole time. Just before we packed to go home, he jizzed an amazing big load up me considering he had been cumming at least 2wice a day during that weekend. On the way home, he told me that Mom was still his main girl. She came first. I was just going to have to find the right boy if I wanted constant attention that way. He repeated that I could talk to him about all the boys. My sex drive diminished anyway for a couple years because I was having issues with my periods. Dr. Chia put me on the pill to try and regulate and that solved a problem for the 2 of us. But Dad would tell me to leave his bedroom or stay away from his shower. Mom was being good to him. I could tell she did not have so many nighties in the laundry. There were other things that clued to me that they were sleeping together in their bed naked, sex or no sex. I would wake up at night and hear the 2 of them talking in the bathroom. Until Mom died, they were showering together pretty regularly. I had not known that to happen before then. What did you say, hon? Yes, I think Mom knew or had strong suspicions. It was like they both staked their claims to each other for my benefit. Mom only became nicer and more considerate to me. She wanted me to talk about boys to her and Dad. Late in the 9th grade, I went to both of them in the living room and told them I had started to have sex with Ronnie Toybey. First they wanted to make sure he was clean and that he was not having sex with anyone else. They said that I could bring him to the house at anytime and they would find excuses to leave. I was supposed to lure him into the shower like I had some kind of fetish. I would do my very best to make it seem fun and sexy if I washed his penis for him. I complained that he was quick and he would ejaculate only just as we were getting started. Mom told me about "Kegel" exercises and strengthening the p.c. muscles. She said my next appointment with Dr. Chia I should talk to her about it. The doctor was enthusiastic and told me everyone should do it. Stuie have you done your Kegel exercises in the tub this afternoon? "I have been too stoned." I have made sure all my boyfriends do that, even if they tell me not to tell anyone else. There is another thing they tell me not tell anyone about. Pardon me for laughing about it. Dr. Chia put me on a douche system regimen. When we have showered together, they would watch me douche. But I would always insist that I douche them up their bung holes. Good clean fun! The sexiest thing going is to watch the water come gushing out of their adorable asses like they had hydrants there. Stuie and Dad are the best. That's alright, hon. No need to be embarrassed. It would make me so sad if we stopped doing that. Dad and I eventually stopped our sex, but I would sleep with him and have sex after Mom died just before I met Stuie. He told me to stop coming to his bed not long after. It was time for him to find a new woman. ********NOTE TO THE READER: Switch back to the 3rd person*********** "The gods know I love that man. If I could only sell the fucking orchards. Then I would help you find that special sex kitten for your dad." Annie spoke directly to Julie, now. "My dad has become a surrogate father for Stuie. Maybe in your spring vacation, you and Charlie could visit and stay with him for a couple of days. That would be very special to him." Charlie had arrived late in Annie's accounting of her early sex life. He was anything but gregarious. His soccer team had lost a game that morning. Stuie had interrupted his fiancee when the younger male arrived by signaling him to the kitchen. "Dude, . . . fridge, . . . brewskies all around." The 2 females declined. "What did you get Stuie for his birthday besides this party? When I had my birthday a couple of months ago, we exchanged keepsakes. I gave him my first training bra and my first full figured bra. He gave me his first athletic cup from when he played catcher in little league. It is the cutest little thing you ever saw. I wish I had known him then." Her brother spoke first. "No more talk about peep holes and guy cups." The brother's fiancee spoke up. "You 2 are so sweet, it almost makes me sick." "Love, now a universal birth, From heart to heart is stealing, From earth to man, from man to earth: --It is the hour of feeling." A silence ensued and Stuie thought it necessary to identify the source for speaking. "I was reciting Wordsworth." "Hon, Wordsworth had the hawts for his sister." "Well there you are, then. What could be more appropriate." Another silence ensued, this one very awkward. Finally Julie announced a timely exit. "well Charlie and I want to get some homework done before the party Mom is giving at the orchards house tonight." There was a final round of hugs, kisses, thanks, exultations of love and good wishes between the guests and the birthday boy still only bithday-suited in the tub. Julie stopped in the kitchen for another 10 minutes or so to feed her young lover some ice cream and cake. Back in the bathroom Stuie was continuing to grab at his own lover for more hugs and kisses. "When are they going to get out of here? I am so fucking stoned, I need my woman to pour a lot of her sweet sugar on me." Even though the naked man had pulled the plug and was draining the tub completely, his partner in affection was getting nearly soaked. ************************ When last they heard the door to their sanctum of love close by exiting guests, Stuie fumbled to undress the upper torso of a woman he was impatient to affect complete nudity. "Help me take all your clothes off. I need for us to trade places so I can wash my goddess down." He turned on the tub spigots before he even stood to step out. He was so impatient to fulfill all the tasks of seating in the tub his undressed consort in all things most personal, he did not even have any desire to dry himself. Annie, now naked, still clung to a towel to clumsily try and dry him herself as she was being doused into all the hot water. With wash cloth in hand he started to fondle her pointing tits with it, but found himself sucking hard all the seductive soft flesh. He tried to wash her all about in a ridiculously haphazard manner, but kept returning to all the most tantalizing parts between her legs. Soon it was just wriggling fingers in that general area of surface. Annie, a little strung out herself from a mix of alcohol and cannabis sighed and squealed squeaks of joy. She was kicking her legs involuntarily, splashing as if she was victim to a drowning scene in the movies. "Yes, you disgusting dawg. That cunt is yours. You could never wash all the cunt juice out of me." "You fucking goddess of hot bitch fucking, I've got to get you out of here and to our bed." He was not gentle, but the victim of his impatience did not care. He manhandled the wet nude woman out of the tub, hunched over on to his shoulder. He staggered with her weight out of the bathroom, nearly tripping more than once to navigate them into the next room and their king sized bed. The woman on his shoulders was almost screeching with amusement and delight. She managed to grab the last fresh bath towel off the rack as she was being transported out of the bathroom. She was franticaly wiping away at the bare cheeks and back of the upper thighs of her intoxicated carrier. "You fucked up freak, don't you dare fall over and break anything, least of all, this awesome ass of yours." When at last he unloaded her on the bed with a bounce, the woman took her bare swelled up sensual C-cup tits and in a fondling way, meshed them together to run the pads of her thumbs over her pointed nipples. The aroused male was delighted with the gesture, ready and willing to oblige. He straddled himself over her so that he could hump his smoldering sausage into the crack between the firm and fleshy pair. The fribulating friction against greedy guy gristle, he grunted his pleasure enthusiastically. His soft but swelling nut sac sensually stroked her lower chest and upper tummy. The voluptuous Venus below him signaled she wanted to try something else. She grasped his shaft simmering with throbbing heat, her left tit firmly in the grip of her other hand. She confidently guided her happy man's momentous member to the straining nipple, nimble and ready for any tactile applications. She was able to rub the firm nub against the sensitive and supple flesh about his juicy and pampered pee hole. His brain still saturated by the cannabis that heightened and magnified especially his sense of touch, the naked and aroused youth contemplated the new experience of flesh mated between the opposite sexes in a seemingly original novelty. "Doesn't that hard nipple feel good pressed up against your stretched open little pee hole? . . . Hon, these tits of mine are almost just as much yours. Never forget that they are there for you to suck on, fuck with, cum on, and even pee on. If you don't pee on them, you can eat off them." "That's what you want me to do next spring on your birthday." "That's right, honey cakes. I am going to cook you the best meal you ever had with lots of sauces and rich gravies. Then I am going to be spread out in my birthday suit on one of our tables, and you are going to eat every bit of it off of me, spoon feeding me an occasional morsel." Stuie was silent for a minute trying to think of how he could outclass the naked goddess in his life in the activity of kinky sex, especially where her tits were concerned. A devilish smile spread across his face when the epiphany arrived. "After you drop our cuties from between your legs, after their meal times and there is still mama's milk leftover, will you let their daddy suck the rest of it out of you?" The Venus below him snickered in a way that she conceded victory to him. "You really are a sick puppy, aren't you? If it turns out that I consistently lactate liquid in excess of the appetite and needs of our feeding kid at the time, then, yes, at least on occasion, you can feed on what remains right out of my nipples. But that is a big 'if'." Stuie grinned and rubbed his hands in satisfaction. "I'll bet it would be the sweetest mother's milk going. "Well, probably now is the best time to tell you that I have thought about feeding our little bundles of joy. There could be some not so joyous outcomes. My cousin Sadie nearly ruined all her bras and all her other clothes she wears topside for her leaking titties when she was feeding little Susie. Leaking can be a big problem. That is why I want to appoint you to be my nursing mother's aid." "Can I kiss the leaks away?" "Yes, but you will need to be gentle if my nipples get sore. If that happens, I will need for you to apply lotion to them and to clean them lightly but thoroughly before feedings. I'll put you in charge of diapers and extra clean topside clothes for me. We will be up to our eyeballs in baby and handi wipes. You will be in charge of it all. " "Anything to help Mommy." "You betch ya'! One reason I decided to marry you is because you strike me as the kind of dude as a daddy who will try to hawg the kid all to yourself. That is far and away better than the absentee types who want to touch football it with the boys, followed by beer, followed by growing couch potato syndrome watching everything from football to golf. When the 2 year old brat rips off his diaper and throws it at you, you will think it is cute, but at least you will be engaged and not yelling at me to handle it." "But you know me, I will be making demands for my own needs and grabbing at you to fulfill what I think are your needs." "That's alright. I think your sense of things are such you will be conscious of whose needs come first. Then I will welcome the diversion to coping with adult needs. I will need you during lunch hours. After I go back to work, things could get dicey, I will need for them to provide a place where we can have some privacy. I still am trying to work out how we can cope with any leaking issues when we are out in public. I will need to ask around on the mommy circuit." The thoughtful youth who now had been naked most of the day spoke with his usual sense of outrageous amusement, but with a touch of genuine irritation as well. "If I want to lick nipples or wipe them to help my wife who needs me, and anyone disapproves, I'll just flip 'em the bird and tell them to fuck off." "I know, baby. The world isn't the way it should be and I love you for your sense of defiance." She was still caressing his much valued cock and the insides of his thighs. The conversation had gotten partly serious if still intensely physical, and she wanted him to retain his arousal. "We could be on the stands at the NASCAR track and after you had been sitting there with your luscious melons hanging out to feed our little cutie, I could tidy up by licking at your nipples. People in the stands would be taking their eyes off the Andretti car and training them toward us. 'Pardon us folks, we are trying to deal with lactation issues. Do you mind???'" "What if some of them started to raise a fuss?" "We'd hand the kid over to a nice sympathetic couple and then we would give them a show they would never forget." "You wild dawg, you would really like to show me off." "Anyone who has a claim on a true goddess would want do it in public with her. Your bodacious tits would already be on full view. Then I would stand you up to pull your jeans down with nothing between you and the bright sunshine. I would make sure you would be able to step out of them so you could squat just enough so there would be no mistaking your breathtaking superb snatch with the breezes that would blow and flutter the beautiful black graze that covers it. All the men and 1/2 the women would think, 'damn that dude is one lucky son-of-a-bitch'." Annie started in on her high pitched titters. "Then I would lick some of my fingers real suggestively the way I am now and I would beeline them to all your choice charms." The naked woman's legs were wide open as she willingly spread eagled herself on their spacious bed. She whimpered blissfully as her equally nude and aroused lover confidently fingered her nether lips. "Folks with good binoculars would be able to see how wet you are becoming right away and some of those sweet little black hairs begin to glisten in the sun. Men would think they could smell your rich hootch odor right from where they stand and they would get dizzy and high just by the suggestion. There wouldn't be a pecker anywhere on the bleechers that wouldn't be just straining in twitching throbs against whatever fabric is holding them in place. Some spectators would be so turned on, even old geezers, they would forget themselves and unzip to pull out to stroke 'em to provide at least some relief for the tension building up below the belt." The naked man's finger was starting to work its way up into his partner's love hole. With his other hand, fingers were working the nipple of her right tit. She was servicing her left tit on her own. "Then I would cram my finger up your juicy hole just to the point where when I tickle you there you burst with that squirt of warm snatch sauce that is so aromatic and flows on to my hand." The penetrated open-legged woman gasped, responding just the way her lover described. He was trying to wipe the fresh sauce further down about the rim of her bung hole. They both breathed out a little chuckle because the goddess cut a quick fart in attempting to flex her bowels to better allow her attending partner to breech her, which he did in rapid succession. "Back to fingering you, I have dropped my own pants and and the spectators can see my slightly hairy ass line up in front of your open legs in preparation to mount you." Stuie was running fingers up and down the lips of his drenched woman. She had reached down to guide his tempestuous tool to her hole that was alive with yearnings of little undulations. "Shove it in, you bastard. Show them how you can fuck pussy with the best of them." The naked youth was drilling his impatient partner like a jack hammer, all to a litany of low-pitched grunts in a lusting grimace. She was beginning to catch up to his frantic rythmn and pull back when he did, slamming forward just as he did. "Thwap! thwap! thwap!" "Horny stud, let everyone see what a wild beast you really are. Fuck me like a mad man." The naked pair were humping at a frantic pace, occasionally grasping clumps of pillow to swing and batter the harmless weapons into each other. They tangled themselves into a variety of positions, ultimately with her riding on his exercised joystick as she screeched like a triumphant banshee. Somehow in all the heat of passion play, Stuie had reached into the drawer of the bedside table that had once served his bedroom at the the little orchards house. He pulled out a tube of lube jelly and was squirting the slippery liquid all over both of them in the below the belt region. "Now show 'em how you can fuck your horny woman the best." She pulled herself off him and immediatedly impaled his pulsing meat up her quivering back door. She delighted in the sensation of his stimulated flesh parting the wall of her tunnel to stuff its way into and beyond her bowels. She rode him hard for the thrill of the continuous impact of hot meat impacting her bowels and guts in a sort of desperate repetition. But it was the pulsing grip of an expanded buffeted pucker that accentuated the heat and build up of delicious tension in the root of the naked man's cock. Annie sensed the impacts of throbs in her were more expansive from more tender meat and hence the inevitable conclusion. "Oh push so deep to shoot your hot load, hon." The stoned man flooded with an abundance of erotic and sensual induced hormones growled and sighed his pleasure to sense the warm thick electric liquid squirt in a rushing charge through the gaping canal of his hotly gripped flinching man organ and out his sensitive dilated piss slit into the visceral depths of the goddess-like woman he worshiped so. In a cry of moans and groans, their symphony of mating flesh in loving passions was ending in a cheering stadium of their own fertile imginations. The endorphine rush of muscle relaxation was familiar to the heavily breathing man but at a pace and intensity greater than Stuie had experienced to date. "You can't fall asleep now, lover boy, honey cakes. We have to get back in that bathroom again. After we get home from your Mom's, we are going to need to change this damp bed." The happily satiated naked woman pushed her man to the side of the bed. He understood what she wanted as she stood up on the mattress. She climbed herself on to his shoulders and he gripped her shins to lift her and walk around as if they were paired together for a chicken fight. The nude pair was transported around all the rooms of the apartment by the comical locomotion of the marching and stomping man below. "Look at me. The NASCAR show has turned into a cowgirl rodeo. Giddyup! Wooo Hooo!" The substantial discharge of climactic male funk sluiced down her insides and broke free of the woman's sphincter to flow copiously on to the warm neck and back of the strong carrier from whom and whence the fragrant liquids originated. They were dribbling down to his own ass as the couple stumbled their way back into the bathroom. ************************ I ask my readers to indulge me one more vignette as I close this story of adventures in coming of age and sexual awakenings. I hope you have been entertained. It was the summer after Stuie graduated from college and he was trying to prepare for what would be a disastorous peach harvest and collect data of the farm business to present to accounting friends and acquaintances to convince his mother that the orchards ought to be sold. Stuie came in from fulfilling some chores and his younger sister had a light lunch ready for him. He had been up much of the night before struggling with data on his laptop. He was exhausted. He took a shower after lunch and while still toweling off, he stepped into the parlor to relax for a few minutes. Julie had cleared the table in the kitchen and was studying with books for a summer class she had enrolled in chemistry. The brother still naked from his shower told his sister he was just going to stretch out on the sofa for a few minutes. "Do you want me get you another cold drink?" "No thanks, sweetie." Within minutes, she heard his song-like snoring and went to find a clean bed sheet to cover over him, before sauntering back into the kitchen to continue her studies. In less than an hour he had kicked it off in his fitfull slumber. Julie did not know how quickly time had passed, for it seemed only like minutes later that she heard her mother cruising the truck up the drive after a day's work. She had planned to start preparing to cook the night's dinner and now they would have to start from scratch. Her mother walked into the kitchen. Her daughter hushed her. "Stuie has fallen asleep in the parlor. The poor guy is exhausted again." The mother for the sake of quiet stealthily stepped into the parlor expecting to see him in slumber on the sofa. She did, but seemed to be disturbed for it. She quietly turned around and gathered her purse and other effects in the kitchen to open the door and step back outdoors. Julie got out of her chair and followed her mother out. "Mom, he fell asleep there after he had taken his shower." The mother turned around and flashed her daughter an angry expression with wide eyes and furrowed brow. "Did you see his disposition in there?" "You mean he. . . . . Mom, you have had 2 husbands. You know how when men sleep, they often sprout erections." The mother continued on as if she had not heard her daughter. She opened the door of the truck with the intent of driving away in disappointment. The young daughter in precocious sophistication was disappointed with her mother. She cupped her hands over her mouth so that the audibility of what she would have to say would travel yards away. "I love my brother just as he is. WHY ** CAN'T ** YOU?"

I woke up the next morning earlier than usual to get an extra yoga session done in the morning. I wanted to look my absolute best by Halloween, but more importantly, I wanted to fuck Chris after I was all amped up from exercising. Normally, my workout was always in my bedroom, but with my husband still sleeping, I had to relocate to the basement. I also made sure to wear socks, in order to get my feet extra sweaty for Chris when he woke up! The cold basement air started out as such a bother, but quickly became inviting as my body warmed up from the exercises and I began sweating. By the time I finished, I was, like usual, covered in sweat. My new yoga pants were extremely moist and my t shirt had developed noticeable puddles as well. I took a few minutes to cool off, before heading upstairs to look for Chris. “Good morning, honey!” I said, a little surprised to see him in the kitchen. “Mom! I was afraid you were still sleeping.” “You’re up a little early?!” I said with a smile. “Well I was thinking of – oh my god! Mom, did you just do Yoga?!” “Mhm. Mommy’s all sweaty from her workout. Is that okay?” I teased. Chris instantly ran towards me, kissing me while his hands slid up my arms, gliding along my perspiration. “Mom, you smell so fucking good!” he said, taking a sniff of my neck. “Let’s go downstairs, honey!” The returning coolness of the air felt incredible on my burning skin as we made our way towards the couch area. Chris passionately made out with me for a few seconds before his mouth moved to my neck, gently licking off some of my sweat as he did his best attempt to give me a hickey. His hands were now deep inside my yoga pants, massaging my sweat covered ass as he pushed me towards one of the leather recliners. “Mom, lie down across both armrests with your ass facing me” he instructed. Once I was in position, he got behind me and knelt down, kissing and nibbling my upper thigh as his hands searched for my waistband. Upon finding it, he pulled it down only slightly, so that it was scrunched up at the bottom of my ass, serving as support for my cheeks. “Mom, you feel so sexy all slippery like this!” he said, jiggling my ass cheeks in front of him. He then massaged each cheek before gripping the sides to spread them. Recognizing what he wanted, I tried to lay as flat as I could across the recliner and did my best to present my ass towards him. “Uuuuhhh, that smell’s so good!” he said, inhaling the scent of my sweaty asshole before hungrily pressing his tongue into it. “Oooohh… Yes!” I moaned, my body shivering from his tongue. I was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling. “Mom, you’re so fucking wet already!” he said, pushing his index and middle finger into my pussy while his other hand was playing with his cock. “That’s because mommy’s still thinking about last night!” My words reminded Chris as well and he began working his fingers in my asshole again, this time using the sweat from my workout as lube. “You’re such a slut mom! My fingers are entering you so easily!” he exclaimed. “Yeah? Wanna hear how big of a slut mommy is? She ordered a buttplug last night!” I smiled, turning back to see his reaction. “Really? When does it get here?!” “Hopefully today. So, maybe this afternoon, you can see how mommy’s ass feels! Do you want that? Do you want to fuck mommy’s ass?” I teased. “Fuck YES!” he shouted, slapping my ass hard. “Come on honey, we don’t have much time. I want you to fuck me now!” With that, Chris pulled my yoga pants completely off and was inside my dripping wet pussy not a second later. As he furiously pumped into me, his thumb, like last night, was playing with my asshole, teasingly penetrating it as well. He continued to fuck into me for another minute before slowing down and slipping his cock out of my pussy and naughtily pressing it against my asshole, just lightly at first, waiting for my reaction. “Be patient, honey! Mommy’s not ready for that big cock yet!” I said smiling. “I know, I just couldn’t resist at least getting a preview!” he said, pushing his cock in just a little deeper until my asshole started giving way. “I can’t wait for this afternoon!” “Mom, could you turn over?” I did as Chris asked; turning onto my back with my ass resting on the armrest and my head supported by the other. “You wore socks mom?!” I giggled, knowing he would love it. “Mommy’s feet must be awfully stinky after the workout. Do you want a smell?” I asked, holding both my feet to his face. Chris slowly took off my left sock and inhaled the scent of my toes. “Auuggghh!” he moaned instinctively before lathering his tongue all over them. “Do mommy’s feet taste salty?” “Mmhmm!” he moaned, with his mouth too busy to answer. “Fuck!” “Keep enjoying yourself honey, but mommy also wants that cock!” With a look of surprise, Chris realized that he had been so distracted with my toes that he hadn’t even entered me yet. “Oh shit, I’m sorry mom. I guess I got carried away!” “There! Oh, fuck! You like that mom?!” he asked, pumping into me. “YES! Mommy loves that cock!” I answered, rubbing my clit. “Mom, you look so fucking sexy like this, all hot and sweaty!” he said with passion, fucking deep into my pussy with each thrust. “Just for you honey; only for you! Now fuck mommy’s pussy!” The armrest was at the perfect height for him, allowing him to fuck into me with full speed as our loud moans echoed through the basement. I couldn’t remember if I had even closed the door upstairs, but I didn’t care. Between Chris’ cock and his mouth around my toes, my pleasure senses were going into overload. I looked Into Chris’ eyes and saw the same thing. “Where do you want to cum on mommy?” I panted. “In your ass!” he shouted, almost cutting me off. ‘You want to cum in mommy’s tight little asshole?” ‘YES! Can I?” Seeing the look in his eyes, how could I turn him down?! “Go ahead honey! Cum in mommy’s virgin asshole!” Chris immediately pulled himself out and lined his cock up with my ass, pushing the head of his cock inside. “OH FUCKK!!!” he moaned, releasing himself into me. “That’s it honey! Give mommy your hot cum!” “Oh my god! Mom that felt so good!” Chris said, after pulling out of me. “You were barely in me honey!” I giggled at his enthusiasm. “Even still! Mom you are so fucking hot! I can’t believe you let me do that!” “I guess now you’ve cum in all three of mommy’s holes!” Chris chuckled from my comment. “And mom, I hope I didn’t hurt you. I just…I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass looked so inviting” he said genuinely. “It’s okay honey. I know you wouldn’t hurt mommy!” Chris nodded his head and smiled, agreeing with my response. I took a look at the time and saw that we were running really close; Chris would have to leave in less than five minutes. “I’m sorry honey! There’s not enough time for breakfast!” “That’s okay. I’d rather do this every day then have breakfast” he answered. “You shouldn’t say that! It’s important for you to have breakfast in the morning!” “I think it’s more important for me to have this!” he said, grabbing my ass. After a few more kisses, we said our goodbyes and Chris left for school. I, on the other hand, was a mess after yoga and fucking Chris in the morning and took a quick shower before taking caring of everyone else. Unlike most mornings, I took my daughter to school myself as I had to go buy her art supplies anyways. So after dropping her off, I headed for the mall. Like I thought, none of the things were too difficult to find and it wasn’t long before I bought everything she asked for. When I got back home, I was overjoyed to see two packages by the front doorstep. I rushed inside and frantically tore them open to see my new toys. The blue latex one was just slightly smaller than the glass one, so I decided to start out with that first, at least until my ass got comfortable with the feeling of being full. After coating it generously with my spit, I slowly stuffed the plug into my ass, inch by inch, until it was all the way in. The initial feeling was definitely new and took getting used to. Just walking around was uncomfortable. I thought the best way to get accustomed was just carry on with the rest of my day, not paying any attention to it. The idea was working well and by lunchtime, I had almost completely forgotten about it. With that, I felt it was a good idea to switch out the blue one and slid the glass plug in my ass. This time, it fit in much easier and it was noticeably more pleasurable! I kept it inside me even through my yoga session, giving me a constant reminder what my reward would be in a few short hours. Once I was done, I took a warming bath to get myself ready for Chris. With the whole afternoon to fuck, I wanted to dress as slutty as I could for him. So with about half an hour before he came back, I stepped into my closet to pick out my outfit. The first part was obvious and I quickly put on my just washed g string and bra set that Chris and I both loved. I made a note to myself to go back and get more; one sexy pair just wasn’t going to be enough with how often Chris and I went at it! Next, I opted to open my longer fishnets as it went better with the dresses. Just putting them on and feeling the texture on my skin already made me feel sluttier than I did in anything else. I took a quick glance in the mirror and was satisfied with my start. The next choice was where I still wasn’t too sure about; the red or black dress. I tried on both to get another look at myself and was still conflicted. The black one made my tits look absolutely amazing, showing off so much cleavage. But the red dress, because I had insisted on getting a smaller size, left half my ass just hanging out. After some more back and forth, I decided that when in doubt, go with the dress that showed off what Chris loved most and slipped into the red one. One added benefit was that the dress complimented nicely with the black fishnets, making each other stand out more than if they were the same color. I quickly fetched my high heels out and carefully put them on, not wanting to accidentally chip a nail. With my entire outfit complete, my makeup was next. I had always been blessed with really good skin and gone all natural most of my life, with many people refusing to believe that I didn’t wear any at all. But now, with the main goal to seduce my son, I began putting on a copious amount of eye shadow and mascara. The mascara made my eyelashes looked stunningly long, while the black and blue color of the eye shadow turned my normally innocent eyes into that of a cheap slut. I topped it all off with bright red lipstick, the same shade as my dress. I walked over to my full body mirror to get a good look and was extremely happy with what I saw. Anyone looking at the person in front of me would never, in a million years, peg me as an almost 40 year old housewife; everything about me screamed whore! “Mommy’s waiting for you upstairs!” I texted to Chris, after I finished dolling myself up. It was only a few minutes later that I heard the opening of the front door. Normally, I waited for Chris downstairs, but with all the time we (would hopefully) have, I stayed in my room, posing myself on my bed. As Chris’ footsteps sprinted up the stairs, my heartbeat became even faster. “Mom! I – OH FUCK!” he shouted, cutting off his own words. “You look amazing!” “Are you just going to stand there, honey? This pussy isn’t going to fuck itself!” I teased. Chris walked cautiously towards me, tearing off his clothe along the way. Our lips met with pure lust as his hands explored up and down my legs, feeling the fabric of the fishnets. I knew what he wanted, but I also, selfishly, wanted to make sure he would last. “Sit up honey, mommy needs your cock in her mouth first!” I quickly got off the bed and dropped to my knees, hastily pulling off his jeans as my hands dug in his boxers for his cock. I smiled seductively at him, licking my bright red lips before gently taking his cock in my mouth. I bobbed myself slowly on him and gradually picked up speed, taking more and more of his cock inside me. “Mom, you look like such a slut with my cock in your mouth!” “Then treat mommy like one!” I teased. Chris smiled back at me and grabbed my hair, shoving my head deep down on his cock. His action caught me off guard and I gagged loudly on him, causing Chris to react quickly and pull himself off. But before he could apologize, I shoved myself back onto him, making sure my throat opened enough this time. “Oh Fuck, mom!” he said, as I squeezed my throat, massaging his cock. With him so deep inside me, I could feel a few tears dripping down my face. I took a quick glance in the mirror behind Chris and saw just how much of a slut I was! My mascara was smeared, creating streaking black marks down my cheeks while my hair was a mess from Chris roughly handling it. But seeing myself only made me even hungrier. “Honey stand up! I want you to fuck mommy’s throat! I mean really fuck it!” I said, staring into Chris’ eyes. Chris nodded and stood himself up. I positioned my mouth in front of him and waited until Chris drove himself forward, slamming his cock into me. “Uuugghh” I moaned, from the contact with my throat. Letting go of my hair, Chris grabbed the sides of my head and began to fuck me harder, shoving his cock as deep as he could in my mouth. By now, the tears were streaming down my face and I was gasping for every breath of air I could find, but I loved every second of it! Through it all, I stared up at him, smiling as he abused my mouth. “Oh Fuuucckkk!!” Chris moaned, holding my face on his cock as he unloaded his cum down my throat. When he finally let my head go and began to pull out, I refused to let him, leaning myself forward and keeping his cock in my mouth. I pushed him onto the bed and continued to suck for another few seconds before finally pulling my mouth back enough to see his cock covered with my saliva! “Holy fuck mom!” he panted. “It felt like I was fucking your pussy!” “It’s ready for you too, honey! When can you get that thing back up again?” I asked, spreading my pussy for him to see. “Mom…is…is that your butt plug?” he asked, palming my ass to spin me towards him. “Mommy’s ready for you!” I said, bending myself over to let him get a good look. Chris immediately pulled my plug out, causing a disappointing moan from me due to its absence. Luckily, it was quickly filled with Chris’ fingers. “Oh yeah you are! It’s winking at me too!” The feeling of fingers inside me took away any patience I still had; I needed Chris’ cock in me, either hole he wanted. I turned around and grabbed his semi-hard cock, giving it a few tugs before slipping it inside my mouth again. This time, I twirled my tongue around the shaft, trying to get it hard again. “Lie down honey” I said, pushing Chris flat on his back. I momentarily broke off the blowjob so I could get on the bed too, getting myself into a 69 positon. “Eat mommy’s pussy!” I said, returning my mouth on his cock. Chris eagerly obeyed and lapped at my pussy, causing me to suck him even harder. With everything going on, it only took a few seconds before Chris’ cock came back to life, filling my mouth fully again. “Mom, I’m ready again” he said. Before letting him in my ass, I wanted to make sure that it was going to be properly lubed first. So I sat upright, sitting my ass on Chris’ face with my thighs by the side of his head. “Get mommy’s asshole ready!” I instructed, grinding it against his face. It only took another second before I felt Chris’ hands around my cheeks and his tongue probing inside my asshole. “Just like that honey! Get in there!” I moaned. I wanted to stroke him as well, but I couldn’t reach. So instead, I shifted my legs away from my side and placed them on Chris’ body, allowing my feet, still in heels, to reach his cock. At first, my hands were supporting most of my weight, but it wasn’t long before I moved them away as well, allowing me to completely sit on Chris’ face! Any fear I had of Chris not being able to breathe was alleviated by his tongue continuing to fuck me and the loud sniffing sounds he was making with his nose. In fact, any attempt I made to relieve pressure on his face was instantly met with Chris’ hands pulling my ass back down, smothering his mouth with my asshole. “Well if that’s what you want!” I said. I pulled my knees up towards me, cradling them in my arms and leaving all my weight completely on Chris’ face. He squirmed underneath me, and his hands were now at the bottom of my ass, trying to lift it up slightly instead of pulling me down. “Oh no you don’t!” I giggled, pushing his hands away so that my ass could collapse back on his face again. I pinned both his wrists down by his side and grinded my ass on his face even more, all the while laughing loudly. I kept it up for another few seconds before returning my legs to the side and squatting myself up, finally giving him time to breath. I heard Chris immediately gasp for air, huffing very loudly. “Holy Fuck mom! That…felt amazing!” he said, still panting. I got off and turned to kiss him. “Could you even breathe honey?” I asked innocently, tasting myself in Chris’ mouth. I was just about ready to take the dress off when Chris stopped me, sitting himself up. “Keep it on mom. It makes you look so sexy!” he said, pulling the straps off my shoulder to lick my nipples. “Mommy, I’m home!” my daughter shouted from downstairs. “Oh not now!” Chris groaned. “Let me take care of it quickly!” I said, moving to the bedroom door, almost tripping over my heels. “Mommy’s taking a bath, so just stay downstairs and work on your project. Ok?” “Okay mom! Can I eat cookies?” “Yes! Eat as many as you want!” I shouted, just glad to get rid of her. But even as I turned back to Chris, I knew that I was going to regret those words. “Where were we?” I asked, returning to the bed. As I kissed him, I guided Chris’ fingers to my ass, letting him open it up a little in preparation for his cock. “Okay, honey! Mommy really needs you inside now!” “How should we –“ “Stand up” I demanded. As Chris stood over the edge of the bed, I positioned myself on my knees in front of him and aligned my ass with his cock. ‘Slowly first, honey” I said, turning around to smile at him. “Oooohhhh!” I moaned as Chris’ cock began entering my asshole. “Yes! Just hold it there honey!” I said when he was only halfway in. “Fuck mom! Your ass is so tight!” he exclaimed. He was trying his best to stay still, but the feelings my ass gave his cock naturally caused him to rock forward gently. My breathing increased and I was doing my best to get use to his cock. It was still slightly painful, but I could also feel the waves of pleasure starting to overtake all other sensations. Slowly, I backed myself into his cock, taking more of it in, but it was difficult. Even with the tongue fucking Chris gave me earlier, his cock was now reaching depths of my ass that required more lubrication for him to enter properly. “Honey, fuck mommy’s pussy for a bit. Get that hard cock wet with mommy’s juices first!” Chris did as instructed and reluctantly pulled out of my ass to enter my pussy with ease. “It’s so much easier!” Chris chuckled as he gently fucked me. I giggled with him, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Finger mommy’s asshole too! I want it to stay ready!” As he thrust into me, I heard Chris distinctly suck his fingers, coating it with saliva before inserting his middle and index fingers easily into my ass. “Uuughhh, just like that honey!” I exclaimed, biting down on the sheets in front of me. The feeling of both my holes filled was exhilarating. “Ok, try again!” Chris seemed just as eager and instantly abandoned my pussy for my asshole. This time he had no trouble getting most of his shaft in, and with the extra coating of my pussy juices, he was able to slide the rest of his length in without too much difficulty. “Fuck mom! I’m all the way in!” he said, reconfirming by beliefs. I hardly heard him, concentrating too much on controlling my breathing. I finally responded by gently fucking back into Chris, letting half his shaft slide out before my asshole engulfed it entirely again. “Okay honey, start fucking mommy! It’s starting to feel really nice!” I exclaimed, turning my head back to smile at him. Chris smiled back at me and grabbed my hips, and began thrusting into me with more speed. I kept my eyes on the mirror in front of us the whole time, and could see the sexual thirst on both our faces as our moans filled the room. I looked even more like a whore; the smeared mascara had dried and the dark trails that my tears made down my cheeks looked incredibly hot! My dress was still on me, bottled up around my lean stomach. The sight got me going more and I increased the paced, causing Chris to respond accordingly. “FUUUCCKKK!” I screamed, as we fucked near full speed. The pain was completely gone, replaced by a euphoric feeling that I had never experienced before. To increase it more, I leaned my body forward, until my chest and head were flat on the bed, letting Chris’ cock move even deeper into my asshole. “Mom! Uuughhh!” Chris muttered, pushing my lower back down even more. He was slamming himself fully into me now as I stayed completely still. My hands firmly gripped my bed sheet as I moaned loudly, doing nothing to cover up the volume. “Mom, I’m not going to last much longer!” Chris stammered out through his panting. I looked into the mirror and could see the exhaustion on his face. “It’s okay honey. Cum in mommy’s ass!” I yelled. With that comment, Chris roughly pulled my body closer to him and after another few pumps, shot his load deep in my asshole. When I felt he was done, I pulled myself off him and quickly turned around, hungrily taking his cum covered cock in my mouth. “Fuck mom!” he moaned, playing with my hair as I cleaned him up. When I was done, I looked up and smiled at him. “I hope that was worth the wait?!” I teased. Chris looked exhausted, sweat was pouring down his forehead and I could tell he had put all his effort into it. “Mom, you look amazing in this position! Could I…could I take a picture?” I smiled back at him, knowing exactly what the word “amazing” meant in this context. “Okay honey! But for your eyes only!” “Of course mom!” he answered excitedly, scrambling to his jeans to pull out his phone. He returned in front of me and aimed his camera at me. I cooperated by smiling seductively into the lens. “Done?” “Yeah! Look!” he exclaimed, handing his phone to me. I had to admit, I did look “amazing”! If we had shown this picture anyone else, my husband included, I’m not so sure they would be able to recognize it was me! “I think something’s missing honey!” I teased, handing the phone back to him. I reached forward and grabbed his only semi hard cock, pulling him towards me so I could wrap my lips around it and looked back into his camera. Chris happily snapped another picture. “Fuck mom! Thank you so much!” I giggled as I stood up, looking at the picture along with Chris. “Nice!” “Oh my god, honey! You have a whole album for me!” I exclaimed, reading the title of the folder. “Yeah” he chuckled. “It’s mostly what you sent me yesterday, but I’m hoping to add to it” he said, looking at me. “We will honey!!” I said, kissing him on the cheek. I took a glance at the clock and saw it was close to four. “Do you want to go again?” “Again?!” Chris exclaimed, bursting out with laughter. “I’m sorry mom, I can’t. I have to study for an exam” he chuckled. “Okay honey” I giggled, realizing myself how crazy I sounded. “Do you want anything to eat while you study?” “I’ll just eat some snacks, I think-“ “Nonsense! Mommy will make you something, let me just take a shower first!” “Thanks mom. You never disappoint. And that” he said pointing to the bed, “was unbelievable!” “Awww!, But I doubt you enjoyed it as much as mommy though!” I teased, sticking my tongue out playfully at him. I loved how childish we could still be around each other as soon as the sex ended. It was almost as good as the sex itself, almost! Chris quickly dressed and left my bedroom, while I headed for the shower for a much needed cleanup. I was originally looking forward to a long bath after losing my anal virginity, but I wanted to make sure Chris had his snack soon. I was actually feeling guiltier about interfering with Chris’ studies more than I did about fooling around behind my husband. My husband had his chances to prevent this from happening over the years, while I seldom gave Chris an option if I wanted his cock bad enough! As I entered the kitchen, I was happy to see my daughter working quietly on her art project, with just the sound of the TV as the only background noise. “How is it coming along sweetie?” “Good! Oh mommy, were you watching a movie?” “What do you mean?” I asked curiously. “Well I heard some loud noises from upstairs” she said, pointing towards the ceiling. “Yes! Just an action movie of sorts” I giggled. I guess I better tone the noise level down from now on. “I thought you didn’t like action movies?” “Well, usually no. But, this one I liked a lot!” I exclaimed, smiling at my daughter. “Anyways, how many cookies did eat young lady?!” Jessie’s smile disappeared and she held her head down. “Just a few” she mumbled. “Just a few huh?” I smiled, pointing at the half empty container on her table. “Well no more sweets until after you finish your project!” I took the temporary silence from her as a chance to quickly finish making Chris’ snack and left back upstairs before she got the energy to fight back again. “Hey honey! Mommy brought your food” I said, knocking on his door. I heard the scuffling of Chris’ footsteps as he made his way to greet me. “Thanks, mom! Come in.” “Do you still want to eat dinner later?” I asked, taking a seat on his bed. Chris took a glance at the clock and saw it read 4:42. “I guess not. I have a lot to read over as well” he answered, taking a bite of his Panini. “When’s your next study break?” I asked, smiling mischievously at him. Chris chuckled as he ate his food. “Mom, I just started 15 minutes ago!” “It doesn’t have to be now! But later? You can’t study the entire night!” I exclaimed, standing up to play with Chris’ hair. As I waited for his response, I took a chip from his plate and brought it to Chris’ lips to feed him. “I don’t know mom. But I’ll text you later?!” he asked, looking up at me. “Ok honey!” I said, bending down to kiss him. I was just going to go for a short one, but when Chris didn’t break it off immediately, I started kissing him more deeply. As our lips continued their embrace, I took his plate and moved it onto his desk, giving me room to sit down on his lap. “Mhm” Chris moaned softly. I moved Chris’ right hand away from his books and onto my legs, guiding it towards my pussy. “Mom, no!” he chuckled. “I really should study!” “Don’t you want to fuck mommy’s ass again?!” I whispered into his ear. “Fuck, mom! What are you doing to me?!” I giggled loudly, moving my kisses to his neck. “Come on honey, mommy doesn’t have to start dinner for another 20 minutes. It’ll just be a quickie.” “Ohhh” Chris moaned as I continued to kiss him. I could feel his cock getting hard, poking at my ass now! “Got him!” I thought. I kissed him for a few more seconds before getting off his lap and moving us both to his bed. I pushed Chris down first, and then crawled in next to him. “Get your pants off honey.” As he undid his jeans, I undressed myself as well, taking off my sweats. When he was done, I instantly got on top of him and pulled my thong to the side as I guided his cock towards my ass. It went in a lot easier this time around and with no pain, just pure bliss. “Ohhhh, YES!” I moaned, throwing my head back. Gradually, I sat myself up, squatting on my feet, and taking Chris’ entire cock in my ass. I started by just grinding myself on it, loosening my asshole up more. When I felt comfortable enough, I began riding him, rocking myself up and down his cock. Because of the motion, I could actually hear the squishing noises of Chris’ cum for earlier in my ass. “Fuck, honey! Your cock feels soooo good!” I exclaimed, bouncing myself up and down on him. Chris surprised me by pulling my feet towards him, throwing off my balance and collapsing my weight on his cock. “Fuck!!!!” I screamed from the impact. “Yes! Worship mommy’s feet!” While Chris was busy sucking on my toes, I used my hands to support me as I fucked his cock. But the more I bounced on him, the wilder I got. Instead of just allowing Chris to continue at his own pleasure, I jammed my foot hard into his mouth, filling it with all my toes. Chris coughed immediately, caught off guard from my action. But when his licking returned, I only pushed my foot into his mouth even further, making him almost gag. With his mouth completely full, Chris could only stare at me, his eyes opening wide, telling me he was about to cum. I slammed myself roughly back down on his cock, taking in every ounce of cum he could still offer. It was only when I felt his cock start to go soft, that I pulled my foot out of Chris’ mouth and moved myself off him. We stared at each other for a few seconds, just sitting there recovering from it all. “So again?” I joked. Chris only chuckled. “Okay honey, I’ll let you get back to studying!” I said, giving him a kiss before getting off his bed. “Come down for dinner if you want honey. Otherwise I can make you something later at night!” “Thanks mom.” For the rest of the night, I gave Chris a “break”, allowing him to focus on his studies. And while my husband was busy looking over documents and his phone, I spent time with my daughter, helping her with her project and reveling in her endless energy as a way to keep my mind off of Chris. Over the rest of the week, Chris and I build up a good routine that kept us both satisfied enough, at least for now! I also made sure to stop by the lingerie store again to grab a few more sexy lingerie pieces. In the mornings, Chris and I would wake up an hour before his bus left to fuck in the living room. Some days I wore my pajamas and other days he would ask me the night before to change into my sexy lingerie or corset. Afterwards, I would cook him breakfast, like I always did, and we would chat at the same time. When he was almost done eating, I would give him a goodbye blowjob so that he didn’t go to school hard. In the afternoons, I started to make his snack before he got home so that once he got back, I would be waiting, usually dressed to the nine, and we would fuck anywhere I wanted; his room, the kitchen, or my master bedroom until my daughter came home. At night, while I watched TV with my husband, if I had the craving, I would promptly excuse myself and meet Chris in the bathroom, sucking him off again. Overall it was amazing and we flirted constantly, even when we weren’t fully going at it. In the minute or so I had each day to call Chris down for dinner, we would make out in his room for as long as we could get away with. And even if my husband was around, I had no problem giving Chris’ cock a little squeeze whenever Charles’ head was turned away. Chris was a little hesitant at first, but seeing my own bold actions, he eased up on it as well; first by playfully grabbing my ass when only his sister was around, to working up the courage to do the same when his dad was in the room but not paying us any attention. I was dreading the weekend again, when my husband sprang me with some news Friday night that excited me. “So who’s going?” “Just a few of the other families in our division. It’s kind of serving as a welcoming get together for a new guy as well” my husband answered. “Shawn and Cindy will be there” he added. I had met some of Charles’ co-workers and their families a few times over the years at gatherings like this, but I didn’t necessarily consider them as friends. They were more acquaintances than anything else. “So we all have to go?” I asked, desperately hoping I would be able to stay home with Chris instead. “Yeah. My boss wants all our families to be there as well” my husband answered. “Okay. Tomorrow evening right?” “Yup. Okay I’m going to turn in honey. Good night” my husband said, turning himself over to his side. “This might be interesting” I thought. My mind went over various scenarios where I could get Chris alone, knowing that there were roomfuls of other guests nearby! Most of Saturday was forgetful. Chris and I didn’t even get a chance to fool around in the morning as he woke up way too late. So instead of lying on a bed getting my holes filled one by one, I was stuck at the shopping center getting groceries for the week. But the closer it crept towards the evening, the more excited I got. I had decided to wear a fairly routine blouse and dress to compliment my husband’s ordinary attire as well. But just to spice it up a little, I stuffed myself with my glass buttplug, determined to go the whole night with it in me! As I was fixing my hair in the master bathroom, I heard the familiar buzzing sound of my phone. But when I went to check, I realized that it wasn’t mine, but my husband’s. He had left it on the counter when he came in to shave. “Dear. You just got a text. Sara wants to know when we’re getting there?” I yelled to my husband in the bedroom. Sara was Charles’ secretary, who started a few years ago. I only met her a few times, and aside from being fairly young, seemed nice enough. “What are you doing with my phone?” my husband asked, with a slightly nervous tone. “Nothing dear, you just left it here” I answered, focusing my attention back on my hair. “I’m going to go check on the kids and see if they’re ready.” “Huh? Yeah, ok” my husband answered with a smile, as he busily responded to the text. “Mommy! Do I look pretty?!” my daughter exclaimed, in her dress. At her age, she didn’t get the opportunity to dress up much and therefore savored every chance she got. “Just like princess Elsa!” I answered with a smile. “Go show daddy!” “Hmm!” my daughter nodded, running towards her father. I took advantage of the diversion to go to Chris’ room. “You look nice honey!” I said, entering his open door. He wasn’t dressed too formal, just a dress shirt and khaki’s, but still a noticeable upgrade over the t-shirt and jeans I was used to seeing. “Thanks mom” he said, turning his head to greet me. “Can you do my tie?” “Of course!” I answered, walking up to him. As I approached him, we automatically kissed first, out of habit. “There!” I said, putting the finishing touches on his tie. “Don’t you look handsome?! Is mommy going to have some competition?” I teased. Chris chuckled. “No way, mom. No girl can compete with you!” “Aww!” I exclaimed, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss. As our lips embraced, Chris’ hands moved to my tits. “Not so rough honey! You’ll get wrinkles on mommy’s blouse! Here, play with my ass!” I said, hiking up my dress. It felt so hot making out with him, knowing Chris’ door was wide open and it wouldn’t take any effort for my husband to catch us! “Mhm! Stick your finger in mommy!” I whispered. Chris did as I asked, pushing me off him just enough to glide his hand in between our bodies, playing with my pussy as we made out. “Come on let’s go daddy!” my daughter urged, her voice carrying all the way across the hallway. Almost simultaneously, the two of us moved in unison to Chris’ door, closing it when I pushed him against it. “Chris! Dear! Are you guys ready?” my husband yelled from my bedroom. We ignored him for a second, as we enjoyed ourselves. But when he inquired a second time a few seconds later, I reluctantly broke it off with Chris. “Coming dear! Just fixing Chris’ tie” I yelled. “Well! Everyone looks pretty good!” my husband exclaimed, taking a glance at all of us. “Alright let’s go!” As we made our way to the car, I was surprised to smell the scent of cologne on Charles. It had been quite a while since I experience that aroma, I thought. I had only been to Charles’ boss’ house once, and that was a few years ago. The drive there was quiet, especially as we entered their neighborhood where it was just mansion after mansion. “Hey, there’s my man!” Charles’ boss Dylan exclaimed, greeting us at the door. “”Good evening Dylan!” my husband answered. “These are my kids, Jessie and Chris. And you remember my wife” he said, introducing us. “Of course! Come in, come in!” he said excitedly. “Jessie is it? There’s a few other girls here your age down in the basement. Go find them!” he said, pointing her in the direction. “Yay!” Jessie screeched before she ran off. “And Chris right? I see you got lucky to get your mother’s looks huh?!” he joked, nudging at my husband. My husband laughed awkwardly. “I am glad of that one too.” “Hello sir. Nice to meet you too” Chris answered, extending his hand for a handshake. “Ah, a real greeting! I like this kid already!” he boasted loudly as he shook Chris’ hand energetically. “There’s a few kids here your age as well. Somewhere!” he said. “I’ll find them sir. Thanks. Is there somewhere I can put my coat?” “Oh! Where are my manners! Dani! Dani!” he screamed, looking into the kitchen. “I don’t know where my wife is, but you can put the coats upstairs in the first bedroom on the right.” “I’ll take them mom” Chris said, extending his hand for our coats as well. “Thanks honey!” I answered handing him mine and then my husband’s. We spent the next few minutes mingling with a few of the other guests there. His mansion was indeed large, but given how many people there were, it shrunk the size noticeably. Some of the people I recognized, but there were plenty of new faces as well. Soon enough, I was split from my husband; me talking to the other ladies, while the men gathered in the kitchen over some beers. Instead of a formal dinner, there was mostly just finger food and snacks in order to encourage conversation amongst each other. “Oh here she comes! Here she comes!” “Everyone, this is Carrie. She and her husband just moved here last week!” As I turned my attention to her, I was shocked! It was the woman from the mall that saw me and Chris kissing! When her eyes met mine, the same expression came over her face. “Do…do you two know each other?” one of the ladies asked quizzically. “No!” we both exclaimed, almost at the same time. I was terrified at first, but seeing her own reaction, I realized it was probably just as awkward for her. After all, if it ever came to it, it would be my word against hers. “Just a familiar face” I said with a giggle, trying to keep the mood light. As the ladies continued their conversation, I could feel the icy cold stares coming from her. But instead of shying away like I once would’ve, I exerted my new found confidence and stared right back, trying to intimidate her as well. With our glares locked in a stalemate, I decided to relieve the tension and excused myself. I went to look for my husband in the kitchen, in hopes of leaving soon, but he wasn’t there. I surprisingly found him on the couch of the living room, talking very exuberantly with his secretary. I watched them from far away, as they laughed and smiled at each other. But the longer I stared at their interaction; I began to realize that their relationship wasn’t so innocent as I once naively believed. As they chatted, Charles was touching her lightly, rubbing the hem of her skirt. A mix of emotion immediately rushed through me. But surprisingly, jealousy wasn’t at the forefront. Neither was pain. More than anything else, it was enlightenment; as if a light bulb just went off in my head for why my husband and I were the way we are now. The signs were always there; gone a weekend each month for “business”, over the top protection of his laptop and phone, and now tonight. I had always just refused to believe that possibility that surely it couldn’t happen to my marriage. Yet, here we are, not only was Charles likely having an affair, but so was I. It wasn’t for another few seconds that the anger began to rise as I stared at them flirt with each other. Angry at him, at myself, and all the time I wasted. In that moment, any remaining guilt I felt for my husband evaporated before my eyes. In fact, there was almost a sense of relief knowing that he was the one to betray me first. Did it atone for what I was doing with Chris? No, of course not. But I had gotten over that part already, accepted what I was doing was wrong but rationalized that as long as I did my other wifely duties things would still be the same between us, which was clearly fine with Charles. A smirk subconsciously came across my face. “Too can play this game” I thought. I immediately reached for my phone to text Chris. “Honey where are you?” “Hanging out with some of the kids in the backyard. Why?” “Mommy wants your cock now ; )” “: ) Where?” “Let’s meet upstairs!” I took one last look at my husband, imprinting the picture of the two of them to my mind. As I made my way upstairs, I noticed footsteps following up with me. “Hey! Jenny right?” a woman’s voice yelled, following me into the second floor hallway. “You know who I am. You’re disgusting! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Carrie yelled, barely able to keep her voice down. “Excuse me?” I responded angrily. “You know what you did! That was your son! Your son! It was disgusting enough when I first saw you making out with someone that young, but to find out it’s your son! What’s wrong with you, you sick pervert!” “Mind your own fucking business lady!” I shouted back, just as Chris rounded the corner, seeing the two us arguing, “And you! You’re old enough to know what you’re doing! How can you do that with your own mother! Does your father know?” Chris’ face went white, the same shade it was the night when my husband almost caught us. “Listen lady!” I yelled back, refusing to use her name. “Stay out of MY family’s business! What I do with my son, is up to me and my son!” I shouted in anger. This bitch chose the wrong time to start a fight with me. I was still pissed at my husband and she was ruining my chance of angry fucking Chris. “Why don’t I just go downstairs and –“ “tell everyone? You think they’ll believe you?!” I laughed mockingly at her. “You just got here. Your husband just started at the company. You want to risk all of that?” The complexion on her face changed from anger to confusion to a hint of fear. I was so riled up by her and what I saw earlier with my husband, that to piss her off more, I quickly moved past her to Chris, and pulled him in to kiss me. She gasped immediately. Chris’ lips were dead at first, still too scared to do anything, but I was determined to get him to respond. My tongue was digging deep into his mouth, forcing him to moan. “Suck on mommy’s tongue!” I whispered seductively, but loud enough for her to hear. Chris stared at me for a second, but could tell from my eyes that I was serious. When his lips wrapped around my tongue, I couldn’t help but giggle, and moved our bodies to an angle so that she could get a clear look. “If I want to make out with my son, then I’m going to make out with my son” I said, staring right at her. I went back to kissing Chris, and to my delight, he responded this time. My hand reached for Chris’ cock and I could feel it rock hard, fighting to be let loose of his khakis. “And if I want to feel my son’s cock, then I’ll feel his cock” I said, unzipping him and squeezing my hand inside his pants, stroking him. Chris moaned audibly. “You like that honey? You like mommy’s hand around your cock?” “Yes” he mumbled as we continued to kiss. “Just a bit louder honey! I want our audience member to hear too!” I said, staring right at her. Her face was dumbfounded, not saying anything or even moving. “YES. I love your hand around my cock, mom” Chris said. “Thanks honey!” I smiled, returning to kiss him. I took Chris’ hand and slipped it down the back of my dress to feel my bare ass, making sure she could see everything. It didn’t take long until his fingers found my buttplug, taking it slowly out of me and bringing it outside of my dress. Her jaw somehow dropped even lower as she stared in shock at the toy. I smiled mischievously at her, taking the toy from Chris’ finger and bringing it to his mouth. Chris cooperated immediately, opening his mouth to suck on it. “Do you like how mommy tastes?” Chris nodded, a little shocked himself. “Mommy likes it too!” I giggled, giving it a lick before returning to kiss him. But as I continued to make out with Chris, I noticed that she was staring at us now, not just in surprise, but out of curiosity. “Oh my god! You’re getting turned on, aren’t you?” I exclaimed. “No!” She shot back, dropping her eyes to the ground. “Do you have a son?” I asked. She glared at me, but nodded yes. “Then don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!” I smiled. “I’m going to have my son fuck me in the ass now. It was nice to meet you!” I said sarcastically, guiding Chris to one of the empty rooms at the end of the hall. I didn’t turn my back to see her, but I just knew she was still standing there, trying to contemplate everything that happened. I had no idea what she was trying to achieve for calling me out like that, but I doubt she got the result she wanted. “Holy Fuck mom! What the hell just happened?” “Mommy was just being a bit naughty! When we were at the mall making out, she saw us. But I didn’t stop!” I giggled. “What?! What if she -” “She won’t. Didn’t you see how scared she was? Besides, I think if we went any longer she was about to cum on the spot!” “Forget her. Mommy needs to be fucked!” I said, pushing him onto the bed. Chris was about to say something, but I covered his mouth with my hand. “Shhh!” I reached to the bottom of dress, pulling it up until it was bunched near my waist. “Taste how wet mommy is!” I said, turning around and shoving his face into my waiting pussy. Chris pushed aside my thong and hungrily licked his way from my asshole to my pussy and back again. “Oh Yes!” I moaned, scooting myself back further into him. Chris had started in a sitting position, but my ass was pushing into his face so hard, that he was soon lying down flat on the bed. Once he was there, I moved myself onto the bed completely, sitting on Chris’ face. “Do you like it when mommy smothers you like this?” I panted, wriggling my ass on his tongue. The only response I got was mumbling sounds from Chris, as his mouth was surrounded by my ass. To give him some room to breathe, I started bouncing up and down on his face, as if I were riding it. Every time I came down, I was met with the feeling of Chris’ tongue, entering my asshole. When I felt satisfied, I landed down hard on him, sitting there for a few seconds before getting off of him. As he laid there recovering his breath, I was busy stripping off his khakis. “Mhm!” I moaned with Chris’ cock in my mouth. I didn’t want to go too heavy, as there was no doubt Chris wouldn’t last long and I really wanted to get fucked! So instead of the usual deepthroating that I had come to love, I focused mostly on sucking and slurping on his head, getting him ready but not sending him over the edge. “Fuck mom! I can see people outside!” Chris grunted. I took my mouth off him temporarily, turning around and standing up to see some guests in the backyard porch. One of them included my husband, but this time he was talking to his boss and other co-workers. “Fuck me honey!” I said, propping myself on the window sill and presenting my pussy for him. “Yes!” I moaned in response to him entering me. The outside was lit fairly brightly, but our room was completely dark and there was no way anyone would be able to see us; giving me the perfect chance to oversee everyone else as Chris fucked me from behind. “Fuck mommy harder!” I instructed, as I bent myself lower, flattening my back as much as possible. I stared at my husband, utilizing my resent for him to fuel my sex drive as I rocked back on Chris’ cock. “Fuck my ass too honey! Mommy wants it in her ass!” I exclaimed. Chris instantly began fingering my ass, getting it ready before he pulled out of my pussy. “Fuck!” Chris shouted as he gradually slid himself in me. I kept my eyes focused on my husband, watching his every move, wishing simultaneously that he would both look up and never look up at us. I wanted him to see me fucking his son, giving up my ass for him. I wanted him to see what he was missing out on, what he forfeited. Yet all at the same time, I knew that I would never let him know what I was doing. It was too hot doing all this behind his back! If I had the chance, I would’ve loved to call him on the phone, just to watch his face as he heard the sounds of me getting railed from behind. Chris’ pumping was faster, now that my asshole had opened up for him. “OH YES! FUCK!” I moaned, as Chris pounded into me. “Don’t cum yet honey! Don’t you dare cum yet!” I said, turning my head to look at him. Chris was breathing hard, panting along with each thrust. Yet, he saw the stern look in my eye, and managed to nod, never losing focus on his rhythm. He fucked me for another few minutes before he slowed down too much for my liking, so I pushed him off me. I turned around to embrace him for a kiss, but surprised him by jumping into his arms, collapsing both of us to the ground, with my on top of him. “Tongue fuck me honey!” I commanded, sitting on his face again. This time I didn’t worry about being rough with him. I sat with my entire weight on his face, squeezing the side of his head with my thighs as he licked me. “Deeper!” I yelled, forcing his tongue into my pussy as I gyrated myself roughly on his face. My hands were rubbing furiously on my clit, pushing me closer to an orgasm. “Oh FUCK! YES! YES! YES! AHHHHHhh!” I screamed, reaching my climax. My pussy squirted wave after wave onto Chris’ face, flooding his mouth as I heard him choking. I looked down at him, laughing wildly at his expression. “Mommy’s not done yet!” I pushed his head flat on the ground and guided myself back to his cock, inserting it into my ass as my pussy was still too sensitive from my orgasm. I rode him hard, slamming my entire body weight up and down his cock. My moans got louder and louder until I had no choice but to stifle the sound into Chris’ mouth as I kissed him, pressing my body against his. With this position, Chris began slapping my ass, knowing that I loved it. “Fuck mommy back! Fuck mommy back!” I screamed at Chris, getting him to move his hips back at me as I grinded on his cock. “Oh FUCK! YESSSS!” I screamed before I lost control of my body, twitching wildly on top of him as I climaxed again. Lost in my own orgasm, I didn’t even realize that Chris had cum as well, deep into my ass. I slowly got off him and lied down next to him, just looking up at the ceiling together. I was beyond exhausted, but along with both orgasms, any hate I had for my husband began to dissipate as well. “We should get dressed honey” I said, looking out at the window. “Yeah” Chris said, without his usual post-fuck session energy. “What’s wrong honey?” “Huh? Nothing. It’s just what that woman said about dad. Kind of reminded me of…” he said letting his voice trail off. I had never talked to Chris about how he felt about this, since both of us were so caught up in each other. “You feel guilty about your dad?” I asked. “I did more at first. But, I couldn’t stop myself, especially seeing how energetic you were about it too. But it lessened after I thought more about it. I doubt dad and you are…” “How do you know?” I asked with a giggle. “Well I see my friends’ parents and they hug and kiss each other. They always mention how some nights they’re alone at home because their parents are out together, like on a date” he answered seriously. “I never see you and dad do that stuff. Any of that stuff, not even holding hands. At least not for a long time.” Even now, my son surprised me with just how smart and observant he was. “I wouldn’t feel too guilty for your father” I said, nodding my head out the window. Chris walked up next to me to look for himself. Charles’ co-workers were gone now, replaced by his secretary as they were being touchy with each other again. “You mean dad’s –“ “I don’t know. I’m not really sure I want to know” I said, with a smile. “Whatever’s the case, I’m pretty happy with how things are” I said, pulling him in for a kiss. “Sorry mommy got you so wet!” “And just to let you know. Mommy’s only fucking you” I said with a smile. “Who the fuck is that?” Chris exclaimed in anger, barely returning my kiss. “She’s got nothing on you mom.” I smiled back at Chris. His words were so comforting. “Oh I wouldn’t hate her too much” I said, getting a surprised look from him. “She might be the reason we’re fucking now!” I giggled, causing Chris to chuckle as well. “Come on let’s get fixed up and head downstairs before someone comes up!” I had Chris go down first, me following about a minute later. As I entered back into the living room, even in the midst of all the other bodies, my eyes very quickly found Carrie. She stared right back at me, standing with a group of ladies. I smiled at her, teasingly licking my index finger for her to see. The icy stare she had before no longer had the same fierce meaning behind it; she couldn’t intimidate me no matter what she did with her face. As I made my way to the backyard towards my husband, I was surprised at how cool I felt. It seemed the angry fuck session with Chris really did help alleviate any built up emotion. When I approached them, I couldn’t help but smirk at their horrible attempt to separate themselves. “Whatever” I thought. I wasn’t going to call them out on it or even bring it up with my husband. After all, it would spoil what Chris and I were doing. And I would much rather have my husband fooling around with this little hussy as long as I could with my son. Besides, there was no way they were going at it as hot and heavy as Chris and I! “Hello Sara” I said coldly. I wonder how many dicks she had already sucked or was going to suck in order to move up her position. Dear, do you think it’s about time to leave? I’m getting a little tired” I said. “Oh uhm, yeah” he answered, checking his watch. “Ok, yeah Sara. We…uh…we can get to that on Monday” he stammered. “Ok. Good night Mrs. Anderson, bye Charles” she replied, her eyes lingering on my husband’s face for a second. It was an odd feeling, knowing that there was something clearly going on between those two yet, not entirely jealous of it; at least not in a husband-wife sort of way. I guess my husband had his way of coping with middle age as I did with mine. We quickly gathered up Chris and Jessie before excusing ourselves and leaving for home. Aside from the quiet snoring of Jessie, who had amazingly tired herself out, the rest of the ride was quiet, even peaceful. My mind, instead of running through ideas on what my future held with Charles, was only focused on Chris. There wouldn’t be any inhibition between us anymore. Everything that I had once only fantasized about trying sexually, I was going to do with Chris, sooner or later. The thought made me look in the rearview mirror, watching him stare blankly out the window. I smiled subtly to myself. Author's note: I was originally going to slowly drop more hints on Jenny's husband's infidelity, but I felt that this was a better time to address it. As I have mentioned before, this story series was always intended to be a mother/son incest story and Charles will never be a huge part of the story. This may have been the most in depth I will mention of him. The next chapter will return to Jenny and Chris dominating more of the story and will give some previews of what's to come in the second series. I will upload it either tomorrow or the day after, depending on when I can finish editing. Thanks and again I welcome all constructive comments and suggestions.

Howards Sister By Gail Holmes Howard glumly sat at the kitchen table taking note of his Mothers advice she was always good at giving it out, He could but pay attention; he knew she wouldn’t resign until she’d had her say. “Well, don’t just sit there! Am I right or wrong” She turned Howard’s father with a fierce look that could have killed him. If anyone was under the thumb, it was poor old Ray he had more than suffered the wrath of her tongue over many years. He looked towards her, then back to Howard. “You’re Mothers right son, you can stay here as long as you wish. The woman is no good to man or beast; you did right to walk out on her. Howard was a steel worker and had married on his 25th birthday just under seven months ago; his wife had played up from the word go, but with good reason. However, what his parents didn’t know was of was his unending lust for sex; this was the foremost cause of his marriage break up, he wanted it morning noon and night, he could have willingly walked around all day with a pussy on his cock. Once he’d finished, no way would he pull out, as within five minutes he was up and ready to go again. He would have fucked the dog if he had had the chance His wife was a beautiful women, just two years younger than him, her body and looks would turn any man’s eye. As soon as she had walked in the door from work, it either was from the rear in front of the kitchen sink, or up on the table with her legs pinned over his shoulders. Being an out of town girl, she'd not heard of his sexual exploits, or of his nickname. Called Ticker by the local girls, some look forward to his sexual aggression, others stayed well clear. He always carried an alarm clock in his car; he would set it for ten minutes, if he were not into their knickers by the time the alarm went off, they were out of the car and he was on his way. Up until their wedding, she would only see him once a week, Ok, she would have sex with him methodically enjoyed him, and nothing seemed unusual. Nevertheless, the rest of the week he was back on the rampage again “Would you like me to make up the bed in his old bedroom Mum?” Angela inquired giving her brother a smile across the table. Angela at eighteen was still at college, with a year to go; she had always thought the world of Howard. She had been engaged to her boyfriend for just three weeks now, waiting to leave the family nest as Howard had done. “Yes dear, there’s a clean duvet in the airing cupboard, pillows on the top shelf” Angela left the three talking at the table, climbing the stairs; her mind went back to earlier times. Her brother often came into her bedroom late at night or after an evening out, he’d place his hand under the sheet, she’d pretended that she was asleep as his hands fondled her breasts, fingers probing under her nightdress, She’d had none of this since his marriage, even Billy her fiancé so far had not explored her body. Howard’s wife had often been to the house; how Angela envied her. Now, she had his warm hands and probing fingers. He was now married; she would have sampled actual sex with him. Often Howard would leave her wet at night, she would have to carry on with her own fingers, though not thick and bulky as his own. “You seem happy with yourself?” As Angela turned her brother moved around her and sitting on the bed “Nice to have you back home again” “Anyone would have thought I’d moved away, I’ve only been down the road.” “Here, here at home I mean” Angela chuckled as she continued to tuck the bottom sheet in working her way around him. She sensed Howard’s eyes following her, seeking over the lowness of her blouse, she never considered straightening herself to restrict his viewpoint It was late when he returned that evening, he had sort out the usual haunts, now he was married they just did not want to know. Even those that relished his aggressive lovemaking; had turned him down. Four days was an eternity for Howard, he’d never gone this long in years, he cursed his wife for being such a wimp…headache, to tired or wrong time of the month, always an excuse. He had his rights, one night he’d fucked her for five hours on and off, she ended up crying, saying she was sore. “With the amount of blow she had how the hell could she be sore” He thought. Angela turned on her side as she heard him mount the stairs, pulling her knees up; assuring her back was to the middle of the bed. He hesitated at her door; it was moments before she heard the low creak as he steadily eased it open. This time she would not continue her charade of sleep, at least not fully, she wanted him to take her further, the whole hog so to speak. She sensed him kneel down beside the bed; lightly lifting the covers, the room was quite light from the street lighting out side, she knew he would be able to see her outline under the bedding, he’s fingers probed her pussy area. Angela gave out a low whimper as she sensed his finger enter, it had been so long since she’d experienced his nightly activities, always looking forward to them. Howard climbed into the bed alongside her, his cock was already rigid, if it had been his wife he would have gone straight into her, and her position was more than expectable for him. He sensed a spasm within her pussy, easing his finger deeply up inside, he gradually withdrew it, placing a second along side, and then push it gently it back up her again. Angela bit her lip with the sudden pain from his aggressiveness as he speeded his pace, she wanted to turn and cuddle up to him, however, thinking he might stop and leave her, she considered against the idea. His fingers we’re working methodically in and out of her, the vibes were stimulating, sending tiny shocks throughout her body. He detained his movements, with his fingers deep within, placing his thumb onto her clitoris, making gentle revolving movements. Angela gripped the pillow with fingers, digging her teeth into the material, as her body stiffened. He’s cock now stood like a sceptre, sensing the reactions to his sister’s young body from his penetrating fingers, and moving in towards her, he butted the huge organ up to her moistened pussy. Angela screwed her body up, pulling her knees tightly to her chest as he started to compel himself up her; this was not the feeling that she had expected, being more pain than pleasure. His cock felt considerably large and bulky to her, he had not considered her virginity, just ploughing straight through it, his thoughts only of his own satisfaction. His balls needed empting, sister or no sister, she would take the full load when he was ready to blow it up her, he should have fucked her years before, he considered. All she had ever done for him was to work him up, leaving him to go and have a wank in his own bedroom. Angela cried out as he touch bottom, he started thrusting his cock in and out of her at an alarming speed. “Howie. Please stop… you’re hurting me!” Angela shrieked, trying to clamber up the bed off the hostile organ. “Quiet! You’ll wake the bloody dead!” Howard growled in her ear placing his hands onto her shoulders pulling her back down sharply forcing his cock back up her even deeper. A trick his wife had repeatedly tried, this time Angela was going to get a good fucking, over time he had wanked himself silly over her. Slowly she started to excrete diminutive amounts of juices, but not adequate to administer any form of comfort. Howard finally succumbed to her sobbing, knowing he was getting little or no fulfilment from her body. She was his sister after all, treat her right, and he would have pussy whenever he required it, keeping it in the family so to speak. At present with the refusals he had that evening, he needed a hole to fuck; he knew his wife would not submit to his assaults anymore. He withdrew, turning her over onto her back. “Sorry sis, I’m afraid I got a little carried away, you are so beautiful” He pulled himself back away from her; opening her legs before him, the sight of her blonde down didn’t help his raging cock. He went down on her, taking her clitoris between his lips kneading it gently, whilst his fingers gyrated gently within her pussy. The taste of blood enlighten him of his violent behaviour, he would never consider her a virgin. Slowly Angela’s body became tranquil; savouring his gentle motions, her juices began to flow naturally. Reaching down taking his head into her small hands drawing it tightly into her pussy region, she was becoming tantalised by his licking and sucking activities, lifting her hips as if to welcome him. Almost as if affirming that she was ready now to be fucked once more, but at a more tranquil pace. “Come Howie, fuck me now…but please, please be gentle. You are…my first!” Howard clamber up her body, kissing her gently on the lips, whilst spreading her juices along his shaft from his fingers, Angela sensed the aroma of her pussy on his lips as he went from her mouth to her neck slowly nibbling, then up to her ear lobe. She tensed slightly; feeling his huge cock re-enter her, but this time it slither in her pussy with ease, Howard lifted himself onto his hands and started to fuck her with a steady pace. She lie back enjoying his methodical thrusts, she felt good, this was as she’d expected it to be, placing her hand down onto her lower tummy feeling it rise and fall each time he trust his cock into her, giving out low moans of delight. Suddenly waves of orgasmic delight tore through her body with the violence of an electric shock, lifting her hips she thrust them up towards him. Howard clamped his hand over her mouth; fearing that her moans may be heard by their parents, along the hallway He took advantage of her new position strengthening his pace, fucking her even harder; her moist passageway was like liquid velvet, no pussy muscles being exercised, it clung to him like a leach as his helmet moved within its clinging inner walls. Howard knew he was about to cum, he’s cock throbbed as he manoeuvre it up deep inside her, she sensed the heavy swelling as his seed was pumped along the chunky shaft, then spurted intensely within. He leaned back over her kissing her on the lips, allowing no subsidence to his cock as it continued to pump the storeroom of cum from the last few days into her. His sperm was restricted by the bulk of his cock, causing swelling, the tiny life forms were wriggling in front of him discovering her inner passageway, fighting with each other to get to her womb first, flicking their long tails to aid their progress, their velocity causing turbulences within the thick cream Angela sensed his cock contracting as it gradually decreased in size; the pressure on his sperm reducing; allowing it to compel back towards her pussy entrance. Howard hovered over her; continuing kissing and fondling, going from one breast to the other, nibbling each of her nipples in turn, as if waiting, waiting for his blood to stir once more. She pulled him down to her, kissing his forehead then look up at him. “Howie, that was wonderful; I have waited so long” Angela lifted her lips kissing him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. This was more than enough for him; she felt the jolt in his cock as his blood surged once more; filling the tiny capillaries, spreading the huge glands of his organ back to life. He’d already started his leisurely thrusts; this time with the added lubrication he knew he could fuck as hard as he wanted, now it was his turn to benefit from her, he intended to blow her brains out, he always did cum buckets second time around. Angela’s breasts started to ache from the fierce rocking backwards and forwards by his aggressive thrusting; she could not have imagined possible holding them so tightly cupping them in her hands. Her fanny made loud slurping noises as he slammed into her, filling the room with a heavy pungent aroma of sex. Angela went through multiples orgasms one after the other; he never faltered in his pace, her body tingled with the pleasures he was bestowing. She would cry out each time he bottomed her, but stayed with him, gripping his arms holding them tightly as she lifted her hips up to meet him. His bollock’s felt like huge balloons, he was ready to deliver his next consignment sensing the boiling within. Placing his hands under her arms, he gripped her by the shoulders forcing his cock deep, pulling her body down onto it. Howard arched his back; moaning loudly as the thick seed flowed down his shaft. Angela’s fanny stung as the hot spurts started; it was not unlike being stabbed with a needle each time his cum cut through her already full pussy, hitting the base of her womb. Howard leaned heavily onto his cock willing every last globule of the thick cream into her. Angela could but layback, her body felt that she was already pregnant with the immense swellings within. Howard sensed a light being switch on; there was a low glow in the hallway. He knew it could only be from his parent’s bedroom; he withdrew quickly, throwing the bedding back over her. It could have been but seconds after he’d left when Angela’s mother came into the room, she went straight to the window opening it wide then back to the bed, sitting down beside Angela as she switched on the bedside lamp. “Are you alright dear?” Her mother noted the beads of sweat glistening from her daughter’s forehead as she spoke. “I have opened the window dear, it smells as if something has died in here, was it a bad dream” Angela sat up onto her elbows, and looked up to her mother, she was still slightly breathless. “Sorry Mother, did I wake you?” She stammered. “You lay back and go to sleep, I’m sure you’ll be alright now!” Her mother implied. “I must go to the bathroom” Angela reached to the side of the bed collecting her housecoat, slipping it around her shoulders as she stood. “I’ll be alright now Mum, you go back to bed” She replied staggering her way to the bedroom door. “You all right dear. You seem in some sort of pain!” her mother inquired. “I’m fine now Mum, you go back to bed!” Angela clung to the sides of the door to support herself as she replied. Her mother passed her in the doorway, easing herself through. “Sure you’re alright dear.” “Fine Mum, just feel a little weak!” She sat on the toilet placing her hand on her lower tummy; it still felt as if he were still inside her, looking down between her legs and watching as the thick gooey sperm, as seeped from her swollen pussy in a long thick never ending syrupy dribble. “What was it love?” Bill asked his wife “Bad dream I think by the noise she was making, she looks as if she’s been pulled through a hedge backwards…. and the stench in there, I told her to leave the window open. “Is Howard home yet?” he quizzed. “Over the noise Angela was making I wouldn’t know, the last thing we want is for him to lose his sleep, you know how he is without it!” Angela’s fiancé, did wonder as the weeks went by, she seemed to think more of going out with her brother than himself, pubs, restaurants, bowling. He could not understand the attraction, little did he realise that if he had dipped his wick sooner he would have won her over. Both brother and sister had an enormous appetite for sex, gratifying each other’s needs to the full. Both parents realised as to where the nightly racket came from after a couple of nights, but with Howard, they recognized he was unapproachable, nevertheless, months later they both wished they had spoken up. ?

For a brief, insane moment I feared they could hear the pounding in my chest. I jerked my head back around the corner and leaned against the wall in the hallway, struggling to catch my breath, trying in vain to force my heartbeat to slow. I only watched for a second or two. Or ten. But the image was seared into my brain. The sight of my son kneeling at the side of his bed, face buried between his girlfriend's legs. He was fully naked, his penis erect. Her head was thrown back, mouth agape. And there I was, cloaked in the deep shadows outside his room, feeling a small spot of heat between my own legs. I chastised myself, called myself a pervert, a dirty old woman. I am his mother, after all. I was invading his privacy. Worse yet, for a fleeting moment I wished that I was the one on that mattress. My name is Rebecca, and I'm a nursing supervisor at a local hospital. I was working the four-to-midnight shift that Friday night, so my son Kyle certainly thought he'd have all evening with Allison. But the overnight supervisor wanted some extra hours, so I knocked off around nine. I wasn't especially quiet entering the house, but neither of the teen lovers had heard me approach. Kyle had a pair of thighs squeezing his head, and Allie was probably too focused on her own pleasure. And approaching orgasm, if I wasn't mistaken. I listened as her moans began to crescendo. The bed was squeaking slightly, and I pictured her thrusting her narrow hips against my son's face. I told myself that I was trapped there outside Kyle's room. In truth, our modest house is built on a concrete slab, so I could have easily padded down the carpeted hallway without fear of a creaking floorboard. But I was rooted to that spot. And as the seconds ticked by, I found myself unable to resist taking another look. I told myself that I was aroused only by the sheer eroticism of the sight, not any incestuous yearnings. I slowly leaned back toward the door and turned to peak in with one eye. Their smooth, flawless young bodies were bathed in the bluish glow of a nearly full moon. Across the room a computer monitor added more light to the sexy scene. Kyle was holding Allie's slender thighs up and apart, and her ankles were high in the air. She now had her head down and eyes open, watching as my son feasted on her snatch. She was holding her own small tits and occasionally squeezing her nipples as she urged him on. "That's it, baby... yes... you make me feel so good!" Allie's teeth were clenched and she was almost hissing at him. I expected the dirty words to starting flowing any second, but they never did. "Kyle -- you're making me cum! Oh god! Oh god! Oh yes!" At that point she began grunting in a rhythm that must have matched the ebb and flow of her orgasm. That continued for nearly a minute, and Kyle kept licking and sucking to prolong her climax. I felt oddly proud of my son for being able to please a woman so completely. I had never watched another woman have an orgasm, so I was momentarily spellbound. It wasn't until Allie began to recover and start stroking Kyle's hair that I realized I had been rubbing my own pussy through my skirt. Struck by another pang of guilt, I pulled my hand away. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away as a smiling Kyle rose to his feet and bent down to kiss his girlfriend. Quick as a flash she reached over and grabbed a hand towel to wipe his glistening mouth and chin. Then she allowed him to kiss her on the lips but kept them tightly shut. Strange, I thought. I always enjoyed tasting myself on a man during my post-orgasmic bliss. If it was me, I would have eagerly opened my mouth for him and sucked my cream from his talented tongue. Wait -- what was I thinking? This is my son! Kyle stood up and gently pulled his girlfriend to a seated position on the bed. He was standing between her parted thighs, and his rigid cock stood proudly out. It was the first time I'd seen him naked since I bathed him as a toddler. He wasn't bashful, so it was common for him to walk down the hallway in only a towel or work out in nothing but gym shorts. But as he stood naked and aroused, I saw my 18-year-old as a man for the first time. He was tall and slender but muscled, a body built perfectly for the varsity basketball and swimming that he loved. His dark, short-cropped hair framed a handsome face and piercing green eyes. Those eyes now gazed down upon Allison Gray, his girlfriend for the past six or seven months. She wasn't beautiful, but certainly pretty with a nice figure. She was tall, slender and athletic just like Kyle. They often jogged together, and she too was a competitive swimmer. Allie's skin was always bronzed, either from a tanning bed or many hours outdoors. She had small, pointy tits but was blessed with the longest legs I'd ever seen. As Kyle stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers, it was obvious to me what he wanted. He'd just brought her off with his mouth, and it was time for her to reciprocate. But Allie didn't act on the subtle cue, so Kyle began leading her left hand toward his cock and simply murmured, "Please." The girl gave a small twisted smile as if to say, "If I must." A part of me was frustrated with her, and I began to think of her as a cold fish. She dutifully leaned forward and planted a few kisses on the tip of his hard, twitching prick. A string of pre-cum followed her lips as she pulled away, and Allie wiped it away absentmindedly. Then she took the base of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger and began stroking it up and down. Every few seconds she would kiss or lick the swollen head, and occasionally take it into her mouth. But she never sucked more than an inch or so. "Ah, yes... Allie... that's nice..." Kyle cooed. But surely he wanted more. Surely he'd love her to sink down on his cock and suck it properly. Allie worked on my son's prick for several minutes before I could tell he was getting close to cumming. He stood motionless and patient, avoiding any temptation to buck his hips or pull her further down his shaft. "Oh god... I'm gonna cum, Allie," my son quietly warned. She pulled her face away and grabbed the towel as she continued jerking his dick. She covered his manhood with terry cloth and squeezed it as Kyle groaned and clenched his ass cheeks with orgasmic release. I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. Sure, he was getting lucky with his pretty little girlfriend. But he looked almost pathetic standing there pumping his seed into a towel. He could have done that himself. And seeing Allie's practiced manner, I knew this must be their routine. Losing my voyeuristic nerve, I retreated down the hallway to my own room and silently closed the door. I flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling as a riot of thoughts and images filled my head. I slipped my hand beneath my skirt and panties and rubbed myself to orgasm. It was quick and intense but unfulfilling. I was racked with guilt for lingering in my son's doorway and invading his most private moments. Why was I unable to walk away? Was it just a normal, natural desire to view something sexy? Or was it worse than that? Did I want to be in Allison's place, committing forbidden acts with my son? I thought again about his strong, youthful body and his impressive cock. A clear image of it remained in my mind. It didn't appear to be one of those fat cunt-stretching shafts, but it was admirably long at seven inches or so. It also had that slight upward bend that stimulates your pussy's sensitive front wall. I admitted that it would feel amazing to have him on top of me, easing his full length into my neglected cunt. That neglect, I decided, was the problem. I married young and divorced young, leaving myself a single mother at the age of 39. That also put me near the peak of my sexuality, which probably explained my frequent horny urges. Holding down a demanding job and raising a son on my own, I seldom had time to date. I once had a hot little fling with a doctor, and we even fucked a few times on a hospital bed. But that was almost a decade ago when I was still dumb enough to risk my job for a quickie. For the past couple of years, a vibrator and shower head had provided my only sexual release. I thought about Allison and how lucky she was. A young, nubile teenager blessed with a handsome boyfriend who was eager to please her. But she was surely wasting that opportunity every time she and Kyle were alone together. As I just witnessed, she seemed repulsed by the act of sucking cock. I doubted she had let my son fuck her either. He deserved better. Was it possible I could give it to him? I knew the very thought was so wrong, so dirty. But I loved my son more than anything in the world, and I wanted him to be happy and fully satisfied. Besides, I literally ached for a hard cock, and there was one in my own house that was shamefully underused. Perhaps I could be my son's personal sex teacher, molding him into the perfect lover for the young women who'd be lucky enough to have him. Back and forth, back and forth, my mind swung like a pendulum between longings for forbidden fruit, and waves of consuming guilt. Finally I drifted off to a fitful sleep. I awoke early the next morning, for a moment not sure whether the whole thing had been a dream. But I quickly realized I had slept in my clothes on top of the bed, and knew that my memories and incestuous thoughts were indeed real. Then as I heard Kyle in the kitchen, it occurred to me that he must be a nervous young man. Whenever he and Allie emerged from his bedroom last night, they would have seen that I was already home. They would surely fear that I had seen or heard them in bed together. For some reason that thought amused me, and I was suddenly eager to get up and face my son. I stripped out of my dirty clothes, pulled on my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. Kyle was at the table, reading the Saturday morning sports section and downing a bowl of cold cereal and a mug of steaming coffee. "Good morning early riser," I told him as I gave him a kiss on the top of the head. "What's on the agenda?" "I'm off today, so Greg and I are playing Forest Lakes," he replied without looking up. "We tee off at 8:40." "Sounds good, honey. Break 80 for me," I said with a smile as I poured a cup of brew and leaned against the sink. "Did you and Allison have a nice evening?" He looked up and I caught the hesitation before he answered. "Yeah. We went to see the new 'Pirates' movie." "I got home early last night," I replied, then just let the words hang in the air for a moment. "I didn't want to bother you guys, so I just went to bed." "Yeah, mom... about that..." "Don't worry about it, Kyle," I assured him. "You guys have been together for a long time now. I can't say I was shocked. No big deal." He didn't look convinced, and seemed to be searching for the right thing to say. I didn't wait for him. "Just try not to be so loud," I said with a smirk as I placed my coffee mug on the counter. Kyle's mouth was hanging open as I headed for the door. "I'll be in the shower. I have a few errands to run this morning, but I'll be home to make us both some lunch after your round." "Uhh... thanks, mom." My bedroom has a private half-bath, but the only shower is in a common bathroom down the hall. I was still smiling to myself as I stepped inside and closed the door. I slipped off the bathrobe and turned toward my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Just shy of 40 years old, I was still proud of my face and figure. Out of habit, I tucked strands of my light-brown hair behind one ear. I have green eyes above a small, slightly upturned nose and full lips. My slender neck leads down toward average-sized breasts. My bra size is 34B, but I wouldn't want much bigger boobs on my five-foot-two frame. I gave them a squeeze and turned to one side for a good look. I'm pleased that child bearing and breastfeeding didn't turn them into saggy mommy tits. They're still fighting gravity quite well, and stand out proudly on my chest. Most men love my nipples. They're a good quarter-inch long when erect, and very sensitive. Surrounding them are large, suckable, dark pink areolas. I ran my hands down my tits and flat stomach, and was again thankful for the effects of frequent workouts. My hospital has a full health club, and employees get free memberships. I spend four to six hours a week there to keep my body looking young and sexy. I wondered at that moment whether Kyle had ever noticed my body. I thought about that for a while, trying to remember whether I'd caught him stealing glances at me as I sunbathed or walked down the hallway in nothing but a towel. Come to think of it, I was sure he had. But there was a big gap between a typical horny teenager having a passing thought about his mother's body, and wanting to take her to bed. Or was there? I'd heard that it was common for sons to lust after their mothers. I was the only female he saw every day, and sometimes I was a bit careless about keeping myself covered. Yes, I decided, there was a pretty good chance he'd fuck me if I gave him the chance. I was startled back to reality by Kyle's voice just on the other side of the bathroom door. "I'm heading out, mom. I'll call you when I'm on my way back." "All right, honey, have a good time." As I listened to Kyle leave, I decided this would be the day. I would certainly not force myself on my son, but I would give him the opportunity to act on any fantasy he might have. As I showered, grabbed breakfast and began a series of short trips around town, I formulated a plan. By the time I got back home, that plan seemed bulletproof. The fantasizing made me exceedingly hot, but I resisted the urge to pull out my vibrator and bring myself off. I wanted all my horny urges to keep me from losing my nerve. Kyle called about 12:30 but I let it go to the answering machine. I wanted him to think I had lost track of time and didn't expect his return. Leaving the shower curtain and bathroom door open, I quickly filled our tub with nearly scalding water, stripped naked and stepped in. Normally stretching out in a steaming hot bath was my favorite form of relaxation, but my nerves were tingling and my heart pounding with anticipation. As soon as I heard Kyle's key in the front door, I turned on my MP3 player and put the buds in my ears. I turned the sound nearly all the way down and waited for his approach. As my son came down the hallway I started singing with the music so he would think he I was completely unaware of him. A few seconds later I heard a soft intake of breath. Kyle had obviously seen me naked in the bathtub, my tits bobbing just below the surface of the water. But he hadn't spoken, cleared his throat or otherwise warned me of his presence. Perfect. He was going to watch. I desperately wanted to sneak a peek at the door, but didn't want to risk scaring him off. The door was slightly behind me, so a peeping Kyle would think he was safe as long as he stood still. After a few moments, I reached for my bottle of shower gel and squeezed a purple blob of it in my hand. I massaged my arms, neck and shoulders with the soapy gel. Then I sat up straighter in the tub so my tits emerged from the hot water. The nipples hardened almost instantly, and I felt a mild jolt of electricity run from them down to my pussy. I worked the shower gel over my chest and slowly massaged my breasts with lathered hands. I realized I was breathing rather heavily, and smiled at the effect that must have on my son. He was peeking in on his naked mother as she languished in the tub and pleasured herself. I wondered if he had an erection. Maybe he was stroking himself. I rinsed off my hands and took the ear buds off so I could stand up. I thought I detected movement in the doorway, probably from Kyle easing back to avoid detection. I again squeezed some shower gel into my hand and began working into my skin. I started with my belly, then allowed my fingers to get closer and closer to the thin strip of hair that led to my pussy. I almost felt guilty for teasing him so mercilessly. But I placed one foot on the edge of the tub and ran my hands up and down my leg, paying special attention to my soft, smooth thighs. God, it felt good. My cunt was on fire by now, and I couldn't help but brush it a few times with my soapy fingers. When I was finished with both legs, I turned my back on the bathroom door where Kyle was presumably watching and perhaps stroking his meat. As I bent over slightly to pick up the bottle of shower gel, he should have had a clear, close view of my pussy lips framed by my round ass checks. Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. "Kyle, honey, would you wash my back for me?" I breathlessly waited for my words to sink in. Then I looked over my shoulder and a moment later, Kyle peeked sheepishly around the corner. "It's okay, I knew you were there," I assured him. "Come on in." With only a moment's hesitation, he shuffled around the door jamb and walked in. The poor kid's face was flushed with embarrassment, so he obviously didn't realize yet that he'd been set up. Kyle kept his eyes locked on mine, as if forcing himself to ignore my dripping, soapy body. I let him see me look down. His hands were in his pockets, but his cock was clearly straining at his shorts. He shifted slightly as if he could feel my eyes on his crotch. "Give it up, Kyle, there's no hiding that erection." I spoke in a motherly tone, and he apparently misunderstood. "Mom... I... I'm..." he stammered. His eyes were pleading with me, and he clearly thought he would be punished for his voyeuristic behavior. "Honey, I'm not mad," I said, giving him a broad smile. I quickly reached for him and pulled him close. Looking him straight in the eye, I added, "I'm just flattered that you obviously find me attractive." "Oh mom... I... I think you're beautiful." It was my turn to blush now, but I had to know for sure. "That's sweet, Kyle. I guess all boys think their moms are pretty." "Yeah, but... it's more than that," he said, holding my gaze. "You are sexy, too. You're one of the hottest women I know. I've wanted to..." He lost his nerve at the sight of my raised eyebrows, but I wanted to hear him finish. "You've wanted what, honey?" "I've wanted to see you like this... naked, I mean... for a long time." "And now that you have, what do you think?" "Mom, you look... amazing. I can't believe --" My sweet, sexy, horny son couldn't finish the sentence. I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him. Almost immediately our mouths open, our tongues began to explore each other. For years we were unaware of the fire and lust that had been building between us, and it all had led to this moment. We kissed for several minutes as our hands began to roam across our bodies, then I pulled away and gave him a twisted smile. "No fair," I said simply, and pulled the polo shirt over his muscular chest and arms. He tossed it aside, and stood completely still as I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. I fumbled a bit as my hands were shaking with nerves and delicious anticipation. I pushed his shorts to the floor and looked down to see his magnificent cock stretching the fabric of his boxer-briefs. There was a wide wet spot near the top where pre-cum had oozed from his swollen head. Then slowly, teasingly, I pulled the band of his underwear out and slipped it down over the length of his cock, revealing his rigid shaft inch by inch. Close up and in bright light, it was even more a thing of beauty. My son's cock was a good seven inches long, with a large purple head and fat, heavy balls. The shaft was twitching and throbbing with excitement, and it was all because of me. My head was spinning with the thought that this handsome young man was achingly hard at the sight of his naked mother. And the desire to fuck her. Kyle literally gasped as I dropped to my knees in the tub and slid his underwear down to his knees. He stepped out of them and slipped off his socks as well. He stared down into my eyes but looked a little awkward and embarrassed, as if unsure what to do next. "Relax, baby," I told him in a soothing voice. "I just want to taste your sweet cock." He literally gasped at my words and I looked down to see a fresh bead of pre-cum emerge from his prick. I took the base of it in my hand and licked the salty sperm away. I loved the taste of sperm, and it had been far too long since I'd been able to enjoy it. But I also know that I'd get a mouthful very soon. Kyle and I locked eyes as I began running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He sighed and groaned at the sensation, and kept shaking his head slowly in disbelief. I swirled my tongue over the swollen head before dropping my head slightly so it slid between my lips of couple of times. "Bet you never thought you'd see this," I told him with a dirty smile. "Your own mother sucking your cock." "Oh my god, mom. It feels so fu--" he paused, still hesitant to cuss in front of his mom. I laughed as I told him, "It's okay, you can tell me it feels fucking good. Say whatever comes to mind, I like dirty talk." Not giving him a chance to answer, I returned my attention to his beautiful cock, this time sliding a good two or three inches into my mouth. I licked the sensitive underside of his prick head as I sucked. I reached for his balls and began stroking and fondling them as I bobbed up and down. Kyle ran his hands through my hair, pulling some of it aside so he could watch his first incestuous blowjob. I gradually sucked more and more of his shaft until I could feel the tip nudging the back of my throat. I loved the sensation of him completely filling my mouth, stretching my lips, sliding across my tongue. I knew my 18-year-old son couldn't last long, so I wasn't surprised to feel his cock swell larger in my mouth. "Mom! Oh god! Mom -- I'm gonna cum!" He actually started to pull away slightly, obviously unsure what to do with his load. The boy was in for a treat. I couldn't bear to take my mouth off his cock, so I answered him by wrapping my hands tightly around his tight ass. "Shit... you're gonna swallow me! Fuck! Oh, mom... uhhhh!" He began grunting and groaning as he began to ejaculate. The first spurt was thin but powerful, splashing against the back of my throat. Then a series of fat loads coated my tongue and filled my mouth, and I began swallowing his cream as fast as I could. I look up to see my son staring at me with eyes wide, blazing with lust. I decided to give him a little show, so I slid his cock nearly out of my mouth so the tip of it sat on my tongue. I pumped his shaft with my hand and felt the last few cumshots fire into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly and gave him a final slutty grin before I stood up. "So I bet you'll never look at your mother quite the same way," I told him, pulling him into the tub with me. He staggered a bit, weak in the knees from the intensity of the last 20 minutes. I sat down in the still-hot bath, leading him to sit down across from me. "I don't know what to say... what to think," he finally answered. "What got into you, mom?" I confessed that I had watched him with Allison the night before, and that it ignited a powerful lust that I must have long suppressed. I told him I was impressed at his cunnilingus skill, but disappointed that he didn't get a proper blowjob in return. "So did I do okay?" I asked him. "Oh my god, mom, I've never felt anything like that before. No girl has ever... done it like that. That was fucking awesome." "Somebody needs to teach that girl how to suck cock," I teased. "But somehow I doubt she'd like to get pointers from your mother. I'm curious, though -- have you guys gone all the way?" "Actually, I haven't gone all the way with anyone," he admitted. But as if to assert his manhood, he added, "I've been with other girls, but haven't been any further than I got with Allie. Honestly, with us going to different colleges this fall, I don't think it's going to happen at all." I took his hands in mine and looked him straight in the eye. "Kyle, you'll have your choice of lots of girls," I told him earnestly. "It will happen, trust me. But in the meantime, I hope you'll consider being with me. As a matter of fact, I could teach you some things, mold you into a fantastic lover." "You mean it mom?" he blurted out with a second thought. "I'd love to be with you. Just being here -- I still can't believe it -- is like a dream." He quickly slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him. The soapy water allowed me to easily slide forward onto his lap and I draped my arms over his broad shoulders as we began to kiss. More confident and assured this time, his tongue explored my mouth as his strong fingers explored my naked body. He stroked my back and sides before slipping his hands under my arms and around to my chest. I felt his cock pressing against my pubic bone and realized that had never gone fully soft. I leaned back, placing my hands on the sides of the tub to offer him my breasts. "So soft... mom, your tits are so soft and beautiful," he murmured. I blushed at the compliment as my son bent forward and eagerly began sucking and licking my nipples and stroking my soft flesh. Several times he flicked his tongue over my long hard nipples and marveled at their size. "That's it, baby, suck mommy's titties," I urged. "You make me feel so good... oh yesssss." He loved on my breasts for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, seemingly unable to get enough of them. But I was getting hotter and hotter, and gradually found myself rubbing my clit against the base of his cock. I just had to cum. Without warning I stood up in the tub above Kyle, who looked surprised until he realized that my pussy was now at his eye level. I leaned against the side wall and placed one foot on the edge of the tub so he had a clear view of my swollen pink snatch. "Suck me, Kyle," I pleaded. "Eat momma's pussy. Make me cum!" He needed to lean forward only a few inches before I saw and felt his nose and lips brush against my crotch. He planted kisses on my neatly trimmed pubic hair and outer cunt lips, then looked up to see me watching intently. "You have a beautiful pussy, mom," he told me. Then he dipped a tongue inside me, making me shiver with the delight of first contact. "You taste so sweet." With that, he dove into my snatch, rubbing his nose against my clit as he licked and tongue-fucked my dripping hole. I pushed my hips forward to give him better access -- and myself a better view of the forbidden act. Every lick, every suck sent waves of pleasure though my petite body, and I knew I'd cum even quicker than he had. "That's it, son, eat my pussy. Fuck! That feels so good! Suck your mommy's cunt, suck my juices!" Kyle attacked my pussy greedily, and I could see him swallowing my sweet cream. He had been stroking and squeezing my ass cheeks, but now move his hands between my thighs and used his thumbs to pry open my lips wide. He fluttered his tongue over my clit, and I began to go over the edge. "Oh god, oh fuck... yes! You're gonna make me come, Kyle! Don't stop, baby!" He latched onto my clit and began sucking it hard, and jolts of pleasure overtook me. I lost control of myself and began humping his face as I came. "I'm cumming! Yessss!" I squealed with delight as my entire body shuddered with waves of orgasm. My pussy-hungry son licked and sucked me all the way through it, drinking my juices as I came. Finally after what seemed like several minutes, I returned to earth and collapsed down in to the tub in Kyle's arms. I was panting and gasping with the release of intense, pent-up incestuous passion. "Are you okay, mom?" he asked. "Are you going to pass out?" "No baby, I'm fine. I've never felt better, actually." I waited to catch my breath again. "I don't remember the last time I came so hard." Kyle smiled broadly, obviously proud that he'd been able to please me so completely. I was overwhelmed with love -- and lust -- for him. "It's time to reward you for that fine bit of pussy-licking," I said. "Would you like to fuck your mom now?" "Oh, god," he said with a groan. "I want to fuck you so bad." I didn't want to get out of the hot bath, but the depth of the water limited our options. So I got up on my knees, turned my back on my son, and bent over onto all fours. "How's this?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at him and shaking my ass in his face. "Oh my god, this is like a fucking dream," he groaned, and rose to his knees and positioned himself between my legs. His steely cock was just above my ass, again throbbing with excitement. I reached back and grasped the hard shaft and rubbed the head against my wet pussy. I eased my body back and forth, dragging my juicy labia across the top of his cock. On the final stroke, I changed my angle a bit, allowing the first inch of his prick to enter my steamy tunnel. We both gasped at the intensity of the moment. Kyle was entering a woman's pussy for the first time, a pussy that happened to belong to his slutty mother. I was having my first sex in two years, and taking my son's virginity in the process. I looked back again at Kyle. His mouth and eyes were open wide as he gazed on the sight of his cock disappearing into my cunt. "Keep watching as I fuck you," I told him. He steadied himself on the sides of the tub as I rocked forward and back, slowly taking more and more of his dick inside me. The feeling was absolutely delicious. "Oh god, mom, you are so fucking hot! I can't believe you're fucking me. I want to do this every day!" "Me too, baby, but just wait. It gets better," I answered. I was glad to have sucked his cock first, knowing it would give his teenaged cock a little stamina. "Now it's your turn. Fuck me. Make mommy scream." My dirty words shook him from his waking dream, and he moved his hands to my slender hips. Up to this point, I hadn't taken quite all of him inside me. But with his first thrust, my son buried his cock to the hilt. I cried out with pleasure and pushed back at him to let him know that he wasn't hurting me. Kyle responded by transforming into a human piston, slamming his prick into me again and again. His youthful lust and energy took over, and he fucked me like I'd be his last. My tits were swinging and splashing against the surface of the water with the rhythm of our incestuous fucking. I could hear the squishing of cock into pussy, my son's heavy breathing as he rammed me over and over. His heavy balls swung with each stroke, often bumping my excited clit and pushing me ever closer to climax. "That's it, honey, fuck me... fuck me... make mommy cum!" Sure enough, my second orgasm approached like thunder and lightning, intensely powerful and white hot. "Keep fucking me... yes! I'm cumming!" I actually screamed as the waves of orgasm crashed down on me. It was as if my pussy took over my entire body, and Kyle was fucking every inch of me. It was like nothing I'd experienced, and I knew I would fuck my son every chance I could get. Somewhere in the midst of my climax, I realized that Kyle was warning me that he was about to come too. "Keep fucking me, baby," I urged. 'Cum inside me. Fill mommy with your cum!" I had had my tubes tied ages ago, so I was free to feel him spurt inside my pussy. I looked over my shoulder to watch him fuck me and lose himself in lust. Kyle's strokes became a bit slower but more powerful as he reached his orgasm. "Oh god... fuck! I'm cumming mom! I'm cumming inside you! Yes!" He groaned, grunted and cursed as I felt his sperm empty into my cunt. Hot and thick, I loved the feeling of it filling my steamy tunnel and leaking out down my thighs. Finally Kyle's strokes began to slow as he reached the end of his climax. His body shuddered and twitched as his cock spurted the last couple of loads inside me. He and I were finally spent, finally satisfied. Kyle slumped behind me and his prick slipped out of my pussy with a soft pop. We both sat in the tub for a moment, but realized the bath was now just lukewarm. I fired up the hot water and we enjoyed our first shower together. Kyle and I gently, lovingly washed each other, as we talked about what had just happened and what the future held. "I love you," we both said over and over. We were still mother and son, alone together as we had been for nearly 15 years. Most of the summer lay before us before Kyle heads off to college. By the time he finds the woman he'll marry, he'll be an experienced, giving lover. Until then, he's all mine.

hey Emily this is your little brother. I wrote this story for you to let you know how much I want to shove my cock down your throat and up your asshole. I heard you talking to your bestfriend telling her about the rough sex you've been having so here is a fantasy for you. this is a story for my sister emily who is a nasty whore that likes rough,hardcore, dirty sex. sometimes emily and I write stories together but I wrote this on just for her. emily is a nasty fuck toy whore that likes the kind of sex described in this story My sister/sexslave Emily Yesterday afternoon I went to my sister Emilys house to keep her company since her husband is out of town on business for the week. We decided to have dinner around eight o"clock. After dinner Emily said she was going to take a shower and for me to pick out a movie for us to watch when she finished. So while she was in the shower I went into her bedroom and put on a hardcore porn movie that I had brought with me then called my friends and told them to come over my sister"s house to help me fuck her. I put the DVD on repeat then took off all of my clothes and walked into the bathroom to grab Emily out of the shower. When I walked in the bathroom she asked "is that you"? "Yes" I said. "I thought you might need some help washing yourself in there" I said. She laughed and jokingly said "yeah sure, come on in". I then slid open the door to the shower and to my sister Emily"s surprise I was standing there naked with a huge erection and stepping into the shower with her "I was just joking! What are you doing? Oh my god"! "You better get ready to get fucked Emily because I"ve just been waiting to get you alone like this you fucking bitch". I said as I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her in the face. Then before she said anything I pushed her down to her knees and shoved my cock down her throat. I stood there fucking my sister in the mouth until all the shampoo she was using rinsed away. I then dragged her on all fours into her bedroom where I ordered her to put on her wedding dress. Once her wedding dress was on, I positioned a video camera on her bed so I could get our filthy, incestual sex act on tape and jack off to it. "Tell the camera your name sweetheart" I ordered her. "My name is Emily, I"m thirty years old and I am my brother"s sex slave¦#148; she said just like I had told her to. I then spit in her face and shoved my cock in her mouth and said "that"s right you"re name is Emily, you"re my sister Emily. Say you love me more than your husband you piece of shit whore". "I love you more than my husband, little brother; please fuck me in my asshole and cunt". "Yeah you like getting fucked in the asshole while you have your wedding dress on don"t you, you fucking dirty whore" I said as I spit in my sister"s face and slapped her. "Yeah I like it when you fuck me while I wear my wedding dress; it makes me feel like such a nasty slut". She said. "Good" I said. "Because my friends will be here soon and we"re all going to fuck you and cum in your mouth and asshole you trampy cunt". my friends walked in the room and all instantly started taking their clothes off and spitting on my sister and calling her names like "a cheap slut" and "a trash whore" while we took turns fucking her in the mouth. next thing emily knew she was on the bed where she sleeps every night with her husband, wearing her wedding dress that she married him in, getting fucked in the asshole, mouth and pussy by her brother and eight of his friends. We were slapping her in the face and spitting on her as we thrashed her asshole, cunt and mouth and called her very degrading names. After everybody was done Cumming in Emily"s mouth I told my friends to leave and said "you guys need to get going so my sister and I can have some nice family time, I think we need to bond alone now". Once everyone was gone I told Emily to take off her wedding dress and stay naked. I went into their closet and got out one of her husband"s t-shirts and put it on her after I cut holes in the chest for her big fat boobs to hang out. Next I put her into a pair of her husband¦#146;s tightie whiteys and socks. So their was my sister, dressed up in her husbands underwear and getting fucked by me, her younger brother. First I tied her hands behind her back and wrote "fuckhole" around her mouth with her lip stick. Next I wrote "tits" on her chest above her boobs, then wrote "ass" on the small of her back and wrote "cunt" just above her pussy. I started fucking her in the mouth and slapping her saying "you like that big sister? Tell me how much you like being a dirty fuck toy whore for your little brother while your husband is out of town you cunt". "I love letting my brother fuck me because I"m a whore"! She said as I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her on the tits. I spent the next hour fucking emily in the mouth and ejaculating all over her face and body then untied her and we slept together in bed doing nasty,degrading,hardcore sucking and fucking all night. We fell asleep for about two hours then as Emily slept I tied her hands behind her back and tied each of her legs in half so her knees were bent and her thighs were spread. Then I violently awoke my sister by slapping her in the face and spitting on her while calling her a trampy cunt and a piece of shit whore. She started crying so I pulled her hair really hard and slapped her to make her cry harder, and then I started to fuck her up the asshole. I was sliding her asshole on to my cock by pulling her tied up hands and I was smacking her ass as hard as I could until it turned bright red. The more she cried the harder I fucked her and slapped, spit on and insulted her because my sister Emily is my sexslave and I love fucking her and she loves it when I do it so hard she cries. "what"s wrong you cunt? Are you crying you little bitch? I thought you like it like this you fucking whore"! I said as I pulled her hair and smacked her in the face. I untied Emily"s hands and legs and told her to put on her wedding dress. Once she was dressed up I said "we"re going to my house so I can jerk off in your mouth over there". Once we got to my house I brought my sister down to her new home, it¦#146;s a bunker I built under my basement. I took her to her new room and chained her to the wall by a collar on her neck. Then as she was there chained to the wall wearing her wedding dress, I spat in her face and slapped her and said "this is where you"re going to live the rest of your life you fucking cunt. I"m going to fuck you in this little jail cell I built just for you every fucking chance I get so you might as well forget that your name is emily, your new name is "cumrag sexslave cuntbitch" ". Now the games were over and Emily knew I was serious and that I was going to keep her. We have been fucking behind her husband"s back for a couple of years and I"ve been waiting to kidnap and enslave her in my basement. I smacked her in the face then shoved my cock down her throat and said "you like that cumrag sexslave cuntbitch"? All she did was cry so I smacked her again and said "keep crying for me you fucking trampy cunt, I like hearing you sob when I fuck your mouth". Next I turned her around and shoved my cock right into her pussy and said "I"m your fucking husband now you slutty bitch, now you"re married to your brother you fucking cunt". Emily was still wearing her wedding dress as I said those words to her and pulled her hair, spit on her and smacked her in the face. The more she cried, the more violently I fucked and smacked her and pulled her hair. "Open your fucking mouth emily!" I said as I smacked my sister in the face. Emily obeyed and opened her mouth and I thrusted my cock down her throat. After fucking her in the mouth for a while I turned her around and violently fucked my sister in her tight asshole making her scream in pain and beg for mercy. but I did not let up and I continued to fuck my sister in her asshole as hard as I could, pulling her hair and smacking her in the back of the head and calling her a piece of shit whore. My sexslave/sister Emily: pt.1"abuse" my sister emily is 30 years old and happily married, actually was happily married until I made a safe place to keep her locked up all of the time. I spent a while making the bunker to keep her in and it came out really nice. she has everything she needs in there, a cage to sleep in plus a nice wall to stay chained to. Yesterday I went to see my sister/slave and the first thing I did when I saw her was said "hey emily are you ready for some abuse"?she nodded yes because she knows the punishment for not doing so. I said good and spit in her face and smacked her. Next I unzipped her latex mummy suit and tied her hands and knees to the floor in a doggy style position. Immediately after that I shoved my cock into her pussy and started fucking her relentlessly. I was going back and forth between her mouth and cunt,fucking her and calling her a "piece of shit whore" while I slapped her in the face and spit on her. She was crying asking me "how could you do this to me?, I¦#146;m your sister!" I said "shut the fuck up emily, you are my sexslave now. Your main concern in life now is to have my cock shoved down your throat and up your ass and pussy so the sooner you get used to that the better off you will be".I continued to fuck her in the pussy from behind while I was pulling her hair with my right hand and smacking her in the face with my left. I abruptly forced my cock into her ass causing her to scream and I felt the vibrations from her screams on my cock as it was inside her asshole.I said "yeah you better learn to love it you bitch because this is how you are going to live the rest of your fucking life".I was enthralled by how much she was crying. The more she cried the harder I pounded her in the asshole and told her she was a good for nothing but being a sexslave."You¦#146;re my new cumrag now you fucking slut" I told her as I jacked off into her mouth and shot a load in her throat. My sexslave/sister Emily: pt.2"comfort" Now that I was done giving Emily her abusive treatment it was time to comfort her. I zipped her latex mummy suit back up and stood her up straight, tied her feet to the floor and suspended her from her shoulders. I zipped up her face mask but opened the mouth and eyes on it so she could breathe and see. I called my slave Kristen in to help me comfort my sister. Kristen walked in the room smiling and asked me,¦#148; how is your little sexslave doing in here?"¦#147;Good" I said.¦#148; She just needs a little comforting so she can relax"."well, I think I can help you with that" she said. Kristen is very good at comforting slaves because she has such a soothing sweet sounding voice. Now Kristen and I were on either side of emily speaking softly in to her ears, first I said "it"s okay Emily, we are here to help you feel comfortable"."We are in control and everything is alright Emily, you"re brother and I are here to take care of you" Kristen said in the sweetest voice. Kristen and I were caressing her whole body as we said these things to make her feel better.¦#148; It¦#146;s me your brother Emily and everything is okay" I said as I massaged her pussy."We love you emily" Kristen said in her angelic voice as she gave our slave a hug. we went on for hours telling emily that she was okay and that we are in control. When emily fell asleep Kristen and I took her out of suspension and tied her onto her cot to sleep for the night. Kristen and I went to our bedroom to have sex and while we were fucking I suggested that we go use emily as a toy and Kristen agreed. My sexslave/sister Emily: pt.3 "controlled abuse" it had been a couple of hours since we put our slave to sleep and when we entered the room it was very quiet. Kristen¦#146;s demeanor had now changed because she was so aroused, she was no longer the comforter she was hours before.¦#148; Get up you fucking whore" she shouted at my sister. I saw emily do a jolt as she heard her loud voice shout the command.¦#148; It¦#146;s time to suck your brother"s cock you bitch" she said as she removed Emily"s mask. Kristen and I were both completely naked except for the leather we had on. Kristen started to hold open Emily"s mouth and said "come show your sister who her Master is, let her know that you"re in control".With that I stepped forward and shoved my cock down my sister"s throat and started to pump her face really hard.¦#148; Do you like that you cunt, do you like getting fucked in the mouth by your brother"s cock?" I said as I abused her mouth.¦#148; She better fucking like it" Kristen said as she smacked my sister in the face. Next we took off Emily"s mummy suit to get at her ass and cunt.With emily still tied to the cot, kristen sat on her face and held up the slaves ankles so I could access her asshole and pussycats I started to fuck my sister in the asshole kristen was humping her face with her dripping wet cunt and saying "eat my pussy you bitch, this is not comfort time anymore".Next we put my sister on all fours with kristen underneath her so they were in a 69 position. Kristen was pressing Emily"s head in to her pussy as I brutally fucked my sister up the asshole."I think she is starting to learn to like this" kristen said jokingly as she forced Emily to eat her cunt out.¦#148; I don"t care if she likes it or not! She is just a piece of shit whore cumrag to me!¦#148; I said as we violated my sister.¦#148; I want to suck your cock out of her ass" said Kristen. so I went from fucking Emily"s ass to Kristen¦#146;s mouth immediately. My cock was all the way down Kristen¦#146;s throat and she was loving the feeling of sucking me off as we forced my sister to please us. Kristen then got out from under the slave and got in front of her and just started to smack emily in the face as I continued to thrust in and out of her asshole."I"m going to cum in her asshole Kristen, do you want to suck it out and spit it in her mouth?" "yeah I"ll suck your cum out of your sister"s ass and spit it in her mouth just for you".When she said that I shot my load into my sister"s asshole and kristen walked over with a look on her face that said she was eager to to suck the spunk out and spit in our slaves mouth and she did just that. After we finished sexually abusing my thirty year old sister we comforted her for about an hour telling her in very soft and sweet voices that everything is okay because we are in control and we love her. Kristen and I then went and ate nice a meal and went to sleep together in the master bedroom....... As I walked down to my basement I could hear my thirty-two year old sister Emily crying in her cage. Since it was only her second day of sexual enslavement she was still pretty shaken up so I was going down their to get her used to her new life and “break” her in. as I approached the cage I said “don’t cry Emily, I love you and I’m going to take care of you” while I slapped a folded leather belt on my palm. I opened Emily’s cage and told her to get out and stay on her knees. Her hands and feet were both cuffed to heavy iron balls with short chains to keep her from running away. Next while she was on her hands and knees sobbing I spat on her and said “you are such a piece of shit !”. then I grabbed her by her hair and smacked her across the face and said “open your fucking mouth! It’s time for you to suck your brother’s cock you fucking bitch!” with that I shoved my erection into my sister Emily’s mouth and forced her to suck it. She was crying as my cock pumped in and out of her mouth so I smacked her and told her to shut the fuck up. After I abused Emily’s mouth I got her ready for her first party. I had thirty guys pay ten thousand dollars a piece to take turns fucking my sister while she was wearing her wedding dress so I had to have my sister/sex slave Emily ready for her company. Once I had her ready I told Kristen to let the guys in. Kristen opened the door and said “go get her guys!” and everyone stampeded in swearing at, spitting on and smacking my sister Emily. Emily was crying as we beat her with belts and fucked her in the asshole,mouth and cunt. “you better learn to love getting fucked like this Emily!” I said as took a turn fucking my sister’s hot cunt. Emily did nothing but cry as we ran a train on her and beat her. We all decided we would cum in her asshole then make her blow it out into a big bowl and drink it. Kristen walked into the room with a big glass bowl and stood there with it as we took turns shooting loads into my sister Emily’s asshole. Once we were all done cumming in my sex slave a few of us held her up while Kristen put the glass bowl under her ass and let everybody’s semen fall into it. Once all of our cum was out of Emily’s asshole we forced her to drink all of it from the glass bowl then we put her back in her cage and left her alone in the dark covered in cum, spit and her own tears. A couple of hours later I walked into the room with a hose and washed my sister/sex slave Emily so I could use her for my pleasure. After about fifteen minutes of cold water running over her she was ready to be abused. I opened her cage, dragged her out and ripped off her wedding dress which was still on her from her first “party” and started to fuck her. I was going back and forth between my sister’s asshole and mouth while my other slave Kristen spanked and slapped her. “do you like that Emily ? Do you like it when your little brother fucks you up your asshole and treats you like a whore?” I said as I fucked her as hard as possible. All she did was cry so I just kept on fucking her and telling her that she is a worthless sex slave piece of shit. After I was done fucking my sister Emily I shot a load in her mouth and Kristen made her swallow it. Then we put the sex slave back in her cage and went and had a nice dinner. My sister/sexslave emily: Valentines Day special Happy Valentines Day Emmy Since it was Valentines Day I thought I would do something nice for my sister/sexslave emily. I opened the door to my basement and started walking down the stairs to the dungeon I built for my 32 year old sister/sexslave. I was followed by fifty men who had each paid me fifteen thousand dollars to take turns fucking my sister/sexslave emily in her mouth, asshole and cunt. As soon as we entered her jail cell we woke her up with a bucket of cold water and started hazing and insulting her. I walked up to her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her knees and said “you ready to have a party emily? you ready to get fucked?” she frantically nodded her head and said “yes master, I am ready for my brother and his friends to fuck me, please fuck me hard and make me cry”. “that’s what I want to fucking hear you cunt bitch!” I said. Then I put my cock into her mouth and started to pump her face while I pulled her hair. Everyone started to gather around my sister/sexslave emily and began spitting on her and calling her names like “bitch, trashwhore, cunt, slut and piece of shit”. I explained to everyone that they are allowed to be rough with my sister/sexslave emily but not injure her because she is my property and my property must not be damaged. I told my customers how the other day she fell down in her dungeon room and broke her tailbone and told them to be extra hard on her when taking a turn fucking her in the asshole. We tied her hands and feet to the floor in an all fours doggy style position with her ass arched and started to take turns on her mouth and asshole. Since I just made my sister/sexslave emily suck my cock I took the first turn on her asshole while a customer took a turn on her mouth. Emily screamed in pain as I slammed into her soar ass and fucked her as hard as possible. “if you keep crying like that I’m just going to fuck you harder big sister” I said to her as I plunged my cock into her asshole and smacked her on her broken tailbone. She let out a cry when I did that so I fucked her even harder and said “see what you get when you cry like that emily?” she couldn’t respond because her mouth was being used by man after man who were also smacking, insulting and spitting on my sexslave emily. Once we were all done fucking my sister/sexslave emily in the asshole, mouth and cunt we took turns cumming in her mouth and made her spit it all out into big 64 oz pitcher. Once we were all done cumming we made my sister drink all of the cum in the pitcher and any of it that spilled she was forced to lick up and beaten for spilling it. Then we all said good bye to emily by spitting on her, calling her a cunt and smacking her on her broken tailbone and left her in her cage. Then before I left my sister/sexslave emily to rest before her next usage, I threw another bucket of cold water on her to wash her off and said “happy valentines day emily, I love you and thanks for being a good valentine for us”.

Since the time my sister was 15 and started fooling around with guys, she has told me everything. From her very first blow job, to all the times with her girlfriends. One day I jokingly tried to talk her into "practicing" her blow jobs on me but she obviously said no and laughed it off. I have often had fantasies of her and I going down on each other, mutual masterbation, and sex. The day she came upstairs naked, these fantasies multiplied and became uncontrolable. I was hoping that she was home alone (which she wasn't) and I would have taken her down stairs to her bedroom and start softly kissing her and carressing her voluptuous tits. I kiss down her neck slowly and work my way to her pierced left nipple. I take the nipple ring in my mouth and slowly and gently start sucking and licking it. I lay her on her bed and move to her right tit and start working her nipple with my tongue. I start working my way down, kissing her chubby belly and teasing her. I kiss down and around her pussy, but I never touch it. I kiss down her right thigh, behind her knee and to her feet. I then pick up her left leg and start at the tip of her big toe and lick her all the way up until I can smell the sweet smell of her now dripping wet pussy. With out notice I plunge my tongue deep into her pussy and lick all the way up to her clit. I start making out with her pussy like it is the last time I will ever get any for the rest of my life. I insert my pointer finger in her pussy and start to work it, and then I slip in my middle finger and start doing the "come here motion." I feel her start to squirm under my mouth. She lets out a low moan and starts to tense up. I start working my fingers harder and faster while I suck on her clit like a straw in a triple thick milk shake. She starts to scream and gyrate. I can taste her pussy start to gush into my mouth and the she goes limp. She is laying on her bed smiling and blush. She tells me that she can't believe that I just did that to her and that it was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. As I start to get up and get dressed she pulls me back on the bed and takes my raging hard on into her mouth. She starts sucking me slow, working her hand up and down my 6 inch shaft as she licks the head with her tongue. She then goes down and deep throats my cock. She tells me to fuck her face when she grabbed my balls and started playing with them. With her other hand she starts playing with my asshole. As I am pumping my cock in her mouth she works her finger in my ass and starts moving it around. She takes her free hand and grips the base of my cock tighly and starts moving it up and down ever so slightly. She keeps telling me to fuck her face. I start thrusting harder into her mouth and realize that she now has two fingers in my ass. The feeling is incredible and I can't hold back anymore. I start cumming in her mouth. The first string of cum shoots straight down her throat. She pulls back and tells me to cum all over her face and chest. I shoot 3 or 4 more strings of my hot sticky cum all over her face and on her tits. After I am done cumming she takes her fingers and gathers the cum on her face and licks them clean. Then she takes the cum that is on her tits and starts rubbing on her pussy. Her pussy is still wet from the tongue lashing I gave it so her cum soaked fingers slide right in. I see my cum disapear into her twat and she starts to cum. From the sight of this my cock starts to grow. I start rubbing cock slowly as I am watching her rub and finger her pussy with my cum as lubrication. She looks at me and tells me that it would feel better if she had my cock in her hand and my hand on her pussy. So I position myself so I can rub her wet sticky twat while she jacks me. I lean forward and start to make out with her. I can taste my cum in her mouth and it is the best thing I have ever tasted. I tell her that and she said that there is plenty more cum in her pussy wating to be cleaned up. I switch ends of the bed so I can have her pussy in my mouth and my cock is at easy access to her. As I start to lick her pussy I can see my cum smeared all over her pussy and a little bit leaking out of her lose love hole. She starts to take my cock into her mouth and I tell her to just lay back and enjoy. She says ok and starts to just jerk my cock as I am eating and licking my cum out of her pussy. The faster and more aggressive I lick the harder she jerks. She tells me that she is about to cum, which is perfect timing because I feel my balls start to tense. I tell her that I am going to cum and she takes my cock into her mouth as she starts to moan around it. I can feel her start to cum in my mouth again as I start shooting my load into her sweet mouth. I tell her not to swallow and after I am sure that she is spent, I move up to her and start making out. She shares my cum with me and we just lay there on the bed wrapped in eachother's arms.

Forced to Be a Stripper-A Mind Control Story By Powerone Copyright 2004 M+/f, mc, oral, anal, nc, reluc The John Mellencamp song was blaring loudly as Vanessa danced around under the lights. "I want you to dance naked, so I can see you, I’d like to get to know you, you don’t have to act naughty." Her hips moving back and forth, synchronized with the strings of his guitar, a wanton display of simulated sex. "Spin it round and round, spin it round and round and round, I want you to dance naked." Vanessa twirled around, her unbuttoned blouse blowing out to the side, her bra barely able to contain her large breasts. Her head twirled in circles, her long brown hair fanning out as her head moved up and down. Her short, plaid schoolgirl skirt rose up high, almost to her waist, her black panties silhouetting her white thighs as she twirled sensuously. The six men in the room watched the teenage girl perform for them. All of them were middle aged businessmen, except for Doctor Michael, a noted Hypno-Therapist. He had an uncanny ability to put young girls into a deep subconscious state. He could make them lose their inhibitions, all while they were conscious of what they were doing, but unable to stop themselves, unable to stop from performing whatever Dr. Michael ordered. No act of perversions the young girls were forced to perform were taboo. Vanessa was his latest patient. She was 17, going on 18 in a few days. Very beautiful as the men all noticed, six large cocks erect, bulging their pants. She was five foot, eight, about 110 pounds, a slender girl. Her 34C’s bounced up and down as she danced. Her green eyes stared at the men with a peculiar look, the men had seen it before with Dr. Michael's other girls. It was their brains fighting what their bodies were doing. Vanessa couldn’t control herself. The bright lights were shining on her body, the six older men sitting in front of her, their eyes peeled to her body as she danced; danced as she had never done before, without inhibitions, her clothes half off of her body. The music went straight through to her brain, John Mellencamp singing, “I want you to dance naked.” She looked at Dr. Michael, her eyes pleading with him, but she could hear his voice, even over the loud bass of the song. “Take off your blouse.” No, her eyes silently pleaded with him. She looked down at her hands, her fingers already unbuttoning the sleeves, her hands pulling the blouse off her shoulders and throwing it to the floor off to the side. Her face was flushed red in humiliation as she began to twirl around again, her hair swinging widely, brushing over her bosom as her hips moved back and forth. She arched her back out, humiliated as she saw how she looked, her large breasts thrust out as if she was trying to show them off to anyone watching. She bent at the waist, her heavy breasts hanging down, afraid that they would break free of the confines of the bra. She shook her shoulders, her breasts swaying back and forth, over half of the white flesh revealed to the men, the music providing the tempo for her gyrations. Dr. Michael nodded to the other men. “Lovely girl isn’t she? And such a nice body.” He rubbed his hand over his hard cock as it strained his pants, Vanessa’s eyes staring at his crotch. She looked up, embarrassed at being caught looking. “Your bra now Vanessa. Let these gentlemen see your lovely tits. Make them naked and then dance for us. Let us see them bounce.” Her back was arched, her proud breasts thrust up high as she fought the urges in her brain. She refused to do such a thing! They would have to rape her, strip her body naked. She wouldn’t do it. She shivered as she felt fingers behind her back, fumbling with the catch of her bra, her hips gyrating wildly as she stood in place. Who was doing it? Looking down, her arms had disappeared out of sight behind her back, her own body betraying her again. NO! She silently screamed when she felt the sudden release as her bra swung loose. She felt her breasts swing down. The pendulous flesh was no longer in the tight, constraining device; the firm, teenage flesh not needing any support. They were not meant to be covered and supported. They were meant to be free and naked. They watched her turn her back to them, her skirt pulled tightly over her firm ass, her hips swinging back and forth. Her back was almost naked, the bra strap hanging uselessly, the men eager to see her without the bra. Dr. Michael had told them about her breasts, wanting to see them in the flesh. She turned and flashed them a sexy smile, winking as she slowly let the bra slip down her arms, her palms moving up to take the place of it, her small hands barely able to contain them. She turned around suddenly, bent down into a deep knee bend, legs widely spaced, gyrated her pelvis back and forth, the men easily able to see up her skirt, then back up again. Her arms went quickly behind her neck, laced together, her back arched again, this time her breasts naked, thrust out in exhibition. Her light brown areolas were the size of silver dollars, the loveliest set of hard, pink nipples capped her firm flesh as he undulated before them, her breasts begin a gentle roll as she continued to dance. No, she couldn’t be doing this, looking down to see how hard her nipples were, her eyes moving to the men, their eyes pinned to her naked breasts. She tried to push her hands over her breasts, wanting to hide them from the men. She looked down, her hands had not moved, still thrusting her breasts out for them, her shoulders moving again, her naked breasts now moving slowly back and forth, unencumbered by the restraining bra. She looked like some kind of whore, stripping naked and dancing for the pleasure of the men. * * * * * It had started about a year ago. Vanessa had problems with boys. Boys and men. Her home life was miserable, mainly caused by men. Her father and brother both were constantly trying to molest her. So far Vanessa had successfully fought them off for over four years now, ever since her body began to blossom into womanhood. This hatred towards men had spilled over into her personal life, not dating, a virgin at seventeen, an introvert. While extremely beautiful with such a delicious body, she did not stray much outside of her room at home or her classes at school. Dr. Michael had been trying to treat her for over a year, finally convincing her mother to allow her to undergo a week of intensive hypno-therapy. Her mother, a weak individual, sexually submissive to her husband, had easily relented under Dr. Michael's dominant personality. When she had first come to Dr. Michael, the first couple of sessions were very uninteresting, Vanessa saying very little, cowering in the chair before Dr. Michael. But Dr. Michael was interested in this girl. While dressed modestly, learning quickly to hide her body under loose fitting, drab garments, Dr. Michael could see the gentle swell of her ass as she walked, her breasts pushing out her top when she stretched her arms back. Dr. Michael was famous, or infamous depending on how you looked at it, in getting young girls to come out of their shells. He had an uncanny ability, perfected over the last ten years, to be able to hypnotize young girls and make them do things that were normally against their nature. He was often sent the most difficult, accepting only the attractive, more interested in their bodies than their minds. But his therapy did work, the girls would return home after just a week with a new found personality, more outgoing and more personable. And best of all, they remembered very little. Some flashbacks did occur in the girls, but it was easily explained as adolescent sexual fantasies, the girls often not even willing to tell anyone of what they thought they remembered. Dr. Michael had brought in "investors" over a year ago. For a small sum of money, well maybe not so small as each one was required to pay $100,000 per year, they were allowed to participate in the week long "therapy" sessions and in some cases, might be allowed to participate in the weekly session. They were allowed to watch the girls "perform." And perform they did. Their minds tried to fight the urges and commands that Dr. Michael instilled in them, their bodies unable to resist the powerful subconscious commands. This is what the investors paid so much for, watching as Dr. Michael made the girls strip naked for them, their brains fighting their hands as they slowly stripped the clothes from their bodies; their skin flushed red in embarrassment as their clothes fell to the floor. Unwillingly spreading their legs, their own hand being used to put hard cocks into their virgin orifices, performing whatever perversion Dr. Michael could think of. And Dr. Michael was perverted, his cock always enjoying the girls to the fullest, with the others joining in, taking each girl; two, three, and even four men, stuffing all of her holes with their man sized cocks. By the second month, Vanessa had at least begun to speak, but not telling much of her troubles, retreating into silence when Dr. Michael probed her for further details. "Vanessa, I’m going to hypnotize you. I think it will help your therapy immensely." Vanessa sat up, a look of fear in her eyes. "Is it going to hurt?" "No, in fact you won't remember anything. Can you relax your body?" She was nervous, but her parents were forcing her to see Dr. Michael. He was rather handsome, in an older man sort of way. And very smart. Maybe he could help her. "Yes." Dr. Michael put a bright, chrome metronome in front of her, the large hand moving back and forth, the gentle click of the metronome filling the air. He began to talk to her in a gentle, monotonous voice, more concerned with the sound than what he was saying. He watched her eyes intently following the metronome, her pupils moving back and forth, her brain fixating on the shiny hand, his voice and the metronome clicking a gentle monotonous sound that lulled her. He continued for ten minutes until finally her eyes began to slowly close, her chin lowering as she entered a trance. "Very good Vanessa. In a minute I’m going to wake you. You will do anything I say. Anything without question, your hands eager to carry out my bidding, ignoring what your brain might tell you. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," her head still bowed down, her eyes closed. "When you hear the word “cunt” your pussy will get wet. You will have very erotic thoughts and fantasies of being forced to sexually perform in front of strangers. You will find this very exciting and it will make your pussy cream. Repeat to me the word." "When you say cunt my pussy will get wet," her face turning red in embarrassment. Even though her mouth said the words, her brain felt the humiliation of saying such naughty things in front of him. What made it even worse was what he wanted her to do when he said it. "I want you to wake up now Vanessa." He smiled when her eyes opened. "I'm sorry it didn't work. Maybe next time." It was as if it never happened as she continued to stare at the metronome. Dr. Michael turned it off, putting it back over on the other table. He moved in front of her, as she remained sitting on the couch. He looked down at her, her green eyes staring back up at him. "Touch the front of my pants Vanessa." Her eyes opened wide in shock. "What do you mean?" Her hands were already moving up towards his cock. She watched her hands reach out, cringing when she felt the hard, throbbing cock beneath his trousers. Why was she doing this? She could feel it jerk when her fingers moved over it. Her hand ran up and down the shaft that bobbed beneath her fingers, his pants holding it pinned in tightly. It must be over eight inches long and getting longer. Her fingers went to the tip and pinched hard, feeling it jerk. NO! She thought to herself. I can't do this, looking up into Dr. Michael's face, seeing the smirk, her face turning fiery red in shame as she saw her hands continuing. She thought she turned her head away to hide her shame, but instead her face moved to the front of his pants, her mouth moving up to the thick shaft her fingers outlined and she gasped as her mouth opened and her lips pressed over the cloth covered cock. She ran her mouth up and down the shaft as if she was eating an ear of corn, her teeth biting lightly on the shaft. Her lips got to the head, pressed tightly to it, biting harder through the pants as she nibbled on it as it throbbed beneath her lips. Her mouth was dry, the material of his pants soaking up all of her saliva. "I bet that makes your cunt wet Vanessa?" Vanessa closed her legs tightly, feeling like she had wet her pants. She felt a sudden rush between her legs, a wetness that began to spread, causing her panties to cling to her body from the moisture. Her hips began to squirm as the pleasurable feeling in her sex grew, a picture in her mind of Dr. Michael's cock in her mouth as she knelt before him, naked, his foot between her widely space thighs, his toes running up and down her slit. Her head bobbed up and down, the thick cock splitting her lips, the taste of cum lingering in her mouth as her tongue lapped over the hot flesh. Dr. Michael saw her hips begin a gentle motion, knowing that she was trying to stimulate her pussy. He was sure that she was extremely wet, he could only fathom what the sexual image she had in her mind was, but he would wait until next time to find out. First he wanted some relief from the wanton display Vanessa was putting on with her mouth. “You need to feel my hot flesh,” he ordered her. She looked up, licking her lips, her eyes showing her confusion at his request. But her hands knew the answer, the sound of his zipper sliding down breaking the silence in the room. The vision of his cock in her mouth came back to her. She lowered her head so that he could not see her eyes, only to be confronted by her own hands pushing the pants off Dr. Michael. They reached around back, grabbing his ass cheeks through his shorts as the pants fell to his knees. Sensuously, they slid up the inside of his thighs as they moved toward the bulging pouch of his shorts. It felt like a hand on the back of her head, but she knew it was only in her mind as her face pressed forward again. Her mouth, unmistakably open, was again filled with cloth, this time only thin cotton, the hard cock throbbing beneath it. Her hand held the cock out so she could run her mouth up and down it, struggling to contain the jerking member with her small hands, her mouth bringing such pleasure to it. She nibbled on it again, her teeth now pressing deeper into the flesh, only the thin shorts stopping her from tasting the flesh beneath her. Dr. Michael watched as Vanessa performed better than his expectations. He watched her bend his cock outward until it stood straight out, his shorts stretched to the breaking point, the bulbous head outlined clearly. You could even make out the hole in the tip, his shorts already wet with precum. He moaned loudly as her other hand cupped his heavy, swollen balls while he watched her mouth slowly engulf the cloth covered cock. She couldn’t do this! Her mind didn’t comprehend her own actions, the cock continued coming closer to her, the smell of his sex permeating her nose. She felt the thin material of his shorts rubbing over her lips as they stretched wide around the hot flesh. She put two inches in her teenage mouth and then closed her lips over it, trapping it within the hot confines. The image of her fantasy returned, her head bobbing up and down in wild abandonment on his naked cock, kneeling so submissively in front of him, his toes masturbating her. She let her tongue run over the tip, feeling the wetness, the salty taste permeating her mouth, mixing with her saliva. She lapped at the hard cock until his shorts were wet with her saliva. Dr. Michael almost regretted the next order, “Take out my cock and jerk it off on your face but don’t put it into your mouth.” He wanted to save her mouth for another time, wanting to see her humiliation as she was forced to swallow his hard cock deep in her throat. She looked up again, her green eyes pleading, not sure why she was acting like this or why she was obeying his orders, but she let the cock slip from her mouth, her hands grabbing his shorts and yanking them quickly down to his knees. She was shocked at what she saw. All of the pictures in her sex education class were of a flaccid penis, not a large, throbbing cock like Dr. Michael’s. It stood out over eight inches long, bobbing before her face, her tongue running over her lips as she saw it. The head was swollen, almost purple, a dark band running under the crown, a tiny hole in the center, slick with his juices. The shaft was covered in long protruding veins, Vanessa almost able to see them throb with the blood that forced it so erect. Her hand reached between his legs and cupped the heavy ball sack, feeling the heat, full of the semen that he intended to shoot onto her face. She gently squeezed, rewarded with a moan from Dr. Michael’s lips, his cock jerking in pleasure. Another squeeze, this time harder and his hips began to push forward, his cockhead rubbing on her nose. She tightened her grip on his balls, pleased at how she was able to manipulate him so easy. Or was she? She couldn’t understand how she instinctively knew what to do, how to make his cock jerk in pleasure so easily, even while her brain fought the impulses. She dared not look into his eyes, ashamed at what she was being ordered to perform. She opened her mouth into a wide O, wanting to take the cock into her mouth, but she found she couldn’t move her head forward. “No, you may not have my cock but you may suck on my balls.” He watched as her head moved down, her mouth still open. Her head tipped back as she moved up until his ball sack began to enter her mouth, her lips spreading wide as she was forced to take in both of his balls. He heard her gag, her mouth filled with his hairy sack, tinkling the inside of her mouth, her cheeks bulging out like a squirrel bringing nuts back to his nest. “Now stroke it nicely.” She gagged again, feeling loose hairs in her mouth, trying not to vomit as she realized that his pubic hairs were running around in her mouth. She could taste the murky mix of sweat on his balls that sat heavily on her tongue, pushing it to the bottom of her mouth, her oral cavity filled to capacity. She sucked in, feeling the ball sack pulled deeper into her mouth until she choked, the heavy sack banging against her tonsils. She could hear her own huffing as she was forced to suck all of her air through her nose, her chest rising and falling as she breathed rapidly. Her thoughts went back to her dream. Would this be how it felt when he pushed his cock down her throat? Would she be able to withstand the choking and gagging? Her hand moved up to the shaft above her face, her tiny hand barely able to encircle the girth. She let it slide up and down the shaft, her fingers tightened around it just as if it were her vagina sliding up and down the thick meat. She allowed her fingernail to scrape over the thick head as her hand slid over it, the sharp nail running over the piss slit. She felt it shudder, the head leaking on her fingers, making the journey up and down his shaft easier, sliding almost effortlessly on his semen. He wouldn’t be able to last long. Vanessa was jerking him off like a seasoned whore. His balls were compressed into her hot teenage mouth, her sucking driving the cum from his balls, ready to shoot. Her hands ran up and down his shaft, faster and faster, his body quivering when she let her sharp nails scratch painfully over the head, the masochistic thrill exciting him. “A finger in my asshole would be nice Vanessa. Massage my prostate when I cum.” How could he ask her to do such a filthy thing? She cringed at his command, ashamed at how she was performing, her innocent hands stroking his cock, her mouth overflowing with his balls as she continually gagged, each time feeling his cock jerk in pleasure. She pushed with her finger, finding his asshole, her hand spreading apart his cheeks until she found the rubbery opening. She had to fight his sphincter, as she slowly pushed her dry finger into the opening, his hips moving forward, his balls pushing farther into her mouth, feeling like they were going to be forced down her throat. She fought her own body, her mind unable to regain control. She felt her finger slide into his asshole up to the first joint, feeling his muscle tighten. She let it rub around the muscle, her other hand continuing the gentle masturbation of his cock, her mouth sucking his balls deep into the hot confines of her mouth. She gagged again. She didn’t know how she knew, she just did. He was going to cum. She looked up into his eyes, pleading with him to release her from the control he had over her body, but he was too far gone, his eyes wide open in lust. Dr. Michael couldn’t believe how good she was considering she was still a virgin. She was using tricks that he had never felt the other girls use. He looked into her eyes, her mouth pulling on his balls, her fingers massaging his prostate, her sharp fingernail driving such exquisite feelings from his cock. He need to cum. She felt his body shudder, a deep moan coming from his lips. She forced her finger deeper into his asshole, rewarded with the first load of cum driven from his balls. She felt it traveling up the thick shaft, her fingers sliding up and down his cock, milking the cum from his body. She looked straight ahead, only inches from the tip of his cock, her hands aiming the cockhead directly into her face. She cringed at the thought of what she was about to experience, the dream image of his cock in her mouth as he filled her oral cavity, bulging out her cheeks returning. She saw the first load of cum shoot out the tiny hole almost in slow motion. She cringed when she felt the hot, heavy fluid land on her nose, feeling like it was burning her flesh as her hands and mouth continued the masturbation. She moved the cock to her nose, sticking the piss slit into one of her nostrils, her hand stroking the cock, driving another load of cum from his balls. She coughed, the hot cum shooting up into her nose, shooting down into the back of her throat, gagging her. She couldn’t breathe, her mouth and half of her nose filled with his sex, no choice but to swallow the cum that trickled down her throat. She was pleased with herself, remembering his order not to take his cock in her mouth, her nose allowing her to taste the salty fluids as it slid down her throat. Why was she doing this? Not only was she following his orders, she was even going beyond them, forcing her own body into perverse acts she’d never known before. Michael shot two more loads of cum on her face, three loads total and one up her nose. Her continual hand job and the finger massaging his prostate kept his cock shooting cum until her face was covered in a thick layer of hot cum, shining in the bright lights of the room. She pulled his balls from her mouth, his sack covered in a slick film of saliva. His fingers ran over her face scooping up a bunch of cum and pressing it to her lips. A disgusted look came over her face, cringing, as she knew what he wanted her to do. Her tongue hesitantly moved out of her teenage mouth, a tiny pubic hair still on it as she licked up the thick gob of cum and sucked it into her mouth, a gag coming from deep in her throat as she was filled with the thick, salty fluid. He wiped more, her tongue returning to pick up the dreaded fluid he fed to her, pulling it into her mouth. Her mouth was rapidly filling with the thick semen, unable to swallow it, gagging each time she tried to. The foul tasting fluid seemed to permeate every corner of her oral cavity, sloshing around, mixing with the abundance of saliva. Three times he made her lick the cum from her lips, three times she tried to swallow, each time almost vomiting as she did. She pulled her finger from his asshole with a loud pop, her other hand, slick with his cum, stopped stroking the flaccid cock. He stepped back, Vanessa bending over and spitting out the mouthful of cum onto the floor, choking and gagging as she did. How could she have done such a thing? Her mouth filled with the awful taste of his cum. “Go into the bathroom and clean up,” Dr. Michael ordered her. She returned in minutes, her face fresh, a sweet smile in place. Dr. Michael was a pillar of propriety, his clothes back on, a look of contentment on his face. “That was a very productive session Vanessa. I think we learned so many new things about you and your abilities.” “Thank you sir,” not sure why he said that, but knowing she had to leave. For some reason she felt humiliated, her face red in shame as she hurried from the room, her wet panties clinging to her sex as she walked. The next session with her was going to be even more enjoyable, he thought. * * * * * He watched as she slowly opened her dress, a plain white bra revealed, but it could do little to hide her cleavage, her chest already red in embarrassment as her hands refused her mind and began to strip. She stopped at her waist, looking up at him, awaiting further orders, hoping none would be forthcoming. "Slip it back Vanessa, let me see those lovely tits." It was only days later when Vanessa returned. She had this distressed look on her face as she let the dress fall to the side, having to slide the material over her thrust out breasts, ashamed as Dr. Michael stared at them. She did as he said, putting her arms over her head, arching her back so that her breasts now stuck out boldly. "Yes, such lovely tits Vanessa." He stood up, moving next to her, her eyes opened wide, like a frightened child. He bent over her, his hands seeking out her breasts, her back arching up higher to meet his hands. She quivered when she felt his hands touch her breasts. She had pushed her breasts into his large palms, unable to stop herself. His hands encircled the globes, squeezing tightly on her flesh. His touch was harsh, not like a lover would do. She could feel her nipples begin to harden in her bra, ashamed that her body was reacting to what he was doing to her. She was not willingly submitting to him, he was taking her against her wishes, unable to stop him. She watched as his hands continued to molest her flesh, pushing her breasts out of the top of her bra. "Do you like me handling your tits like this Vanessa? I hope so, because now I want you to remove your bra and let me see them naked. Reach back and let me see those lovelies.” He removed his hands and stepped back, his hand moving down to his pants, letting the zipper run down. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, her eyes glued to his pants as Dr. Michael slowly withdrew his hard cock, his hand grabbing the throbbing flesh in his palm, stroking up and down as he watched her pull the bra off her shoulders. She put her hands over her breasts as she pushed the bra off, trembling at being almost naked in front of him. It was bad enough with Dr. Michael stroking his naked cock in front of her, now she was about to be half-naked also. Her hands were glued to her naked breasts, her hard nipples poking her palms. How could they get so hard from the forced stripping of her body? "No, I can't do it," she begged, his eyes staring back at her, knowing that she could not refuse, her mind unable to stop her body. She felt the cold rush of air on her naked chest, looking down, surprised to see her hands cupping her breasts as if offering them up for his approval. Her back arched, her nipples pointed up high, the dark areola's outlining the hard, pink nipples that darted out from the center. She blushed, her chest burned red as she saw his hand stroking his cock faster. "Very good Vanessa. Now lie back down, hands over your head and stretch. Arch your back so that your tits stick out." She lay down, her arms automatically shooting over her head, her firm breasts pulled up, her nipples over an inch long and growing. Her body seemed to be getting aroused in spite of her protests. She watched him slowly undress, removing the rest of his clothes. She could not take her eyes off of his cock or the large balls that swung below them. It was as if she was hypnotized by the sight. Her eyes widened in fear when he moved towards her, his cock bobbing up and down, the large head a dark, angry red. She could see tiny drops of fluid on the head, glistening in the bright lights. What was he going to do? "Please don't," she begged, not even sure what he was going to do, but his being naked scared her. He moved down onto the couch, watching her eyes on his cock as he put his knees on both sides of her stomach, seeing her shiver when his hot balls rubbed over her stomach as he dragged them up. His cock jerked in anticipation, moving closer to her firm breasts. "I'm going to titty fuck you Vanessa. I'm going to slip by cock in your cleavage. Then I want you to grab both of your tits and wrap them tightly around my cock. Once you do that, I'm going to fuck you with my hips, driving my cock up and down inside your lovely teenage tits." He waited, her hands moving up as he moved in closer. Her hands moved to cup her breasts from the side, jumping as she felt his hot flesh touch her silky breasts, feeling like it was burning her. She saw the head move over her skin, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum on her as he moved it to her cleavage. She pushed her breasts around his cock, trapping his thickness between her teenage breasts, her hands holding them harshly together, making sure that it was a tight fit. His fingers touched her nipples, sending a shiver through her body. He pulled on them, making them stretch, his strong fingers almost painful. But she could feel the wetness between her legs, not understanding how her body could betray her like this. Michael poured some oil on his cock, dripping the greasy fluid over her breasts until they were slick. "Now hold tight," pumping his cock back and forth between her breasts, her eyes staring down as his cockhead pushed out the top of her tits, almost banging into her chin. He took long strokes, feeling her luxurious flesh running over his hard cock, her nipples occasionally touching his cockhead, making it jerk in appreciation. He saw her straining to keep her tits around his cock, his powerful strokes pushing hard. "How do you like being titty fucked Vanessa?" He gave an extra powerful plunge, his cock pushing out the other end, banging into her chin. He reached down with his hand, pushing her head down, lining up her mouth with the thrust of his cock. "Open your mouth Vanessa." She struggled to keep his cock within the confines of her breasts, his punishing strokes making it difficult. Her nipples hurt where they were rubbed harshly or his hands pinched them. Her skin was turning red from the hard flesh that pushed back and forth, relentlessly. She looked at the cock as it pushed through each time, glistening in the light, a combination of the oil and pre-cum that dripped from the head. She felt his fingers on her head, forcing her to mouth to line up with the large cock between her breasts. No! What did he want from her now? Still, her mouth opened in response to his command, cringing at what he intended to do. She couldn't shut her mouth, a gaping hole, his cock aimed for it each time he stroked her. His heavy balls dragged on her stomach, the prickly hair irritating her flesh. How she wished he would cum, but with her mouth open now, she was afraid of where he would cum. "EEEEHH," she cried out as the head of his cock slipped into her mouth, filling it with the foul taste of cum and oil. But her lips gripped it as it pulled out, her tongue trying to run over the head, too late, his fucking getting faster and faster. Why was she doing such a disgusting thing? "That's a good girl Vanessa, wrap those sweet lips around my cock when I fuck into your mouth. If you're really good I'll shoot my cum in your mouth," he laughed as he teased her, his cock thrusts becoming more urgent, the need to cum getting closer. He reached down with his hands, completely encircling hers, pushing her tits together closer, wanting the best titty fuck possible. "Now keep your mouth open and your head down. I'm going to blow my wad of cum all over your face." She began to panic, trying to close her mouth, unable to control her own body functions, his hands holding her breasts tightly around the thick cock that continued to plunge up and down her cleavage. She felt him jerk, shoving his cock harder than before, sending it flying through her tits, the thick head popping out the other end. It almost looked like slow motion as she saw it jerk, the tiny slit in the head opening up. Then suddenly she was showered with his hot cum, the milky fluid shooting onto her innocent face. She felt it hit her lips and nose, sliding slowly down. She couldn't close her mouth as it dripped inside the hot confines of her oral cavity, mixing with her saliva to quickly spread to her tongue. She tasted the foul fluid, thick and salty. God, how many times was he going to do this to her, force her to taste his semen? Why couldn't she stop him from degrading her? Dr. Michael pumped his cock back and forth, three loads of cum drenching her face and mouth, the look of disgust making his cock harder as he saw her tongue licking at her lips, drawing his cum deeper into her mouth. "Yes Vanessa, taste my cum again. Soon you will learn to suck my cock and make me cum in your teenage mouth. For now, you will have to be content with the taste of my juices." He finally finished, pulling his softening cock from her breasts, admiring her upper body and face covered with a thick coat of oil and cum, slowly dripping down as Vanessa was still frozen. He pulled off of her, making sure that he scooped up some cum from her face, pushing it into her mouth, making her lick it. He finally got off of her, the taste of his cum filling her mouth. She looked down, her young breasts now red and abused, shining from the oil and cum lathered onto her flesh. She felt so ashamed, her body degraded, Dr. Michael performing such perversities on her innocent body, Vanessa not able to stop him or even herself from aiding him. She went to the bathroom again, cleaning up, returning to the room, Dr. Michael acting like nothing happened. Vanessa was afraid of coming back again, afraid of what he had in store for her next time. But she knew she had to, her brain unable to stop her. * * * * * Vanessa couldn't understand why she began to get aroused when she thought about her next session with Dr. Michael. Maybe it was the strange, erotic dreams she was having almost every night now. She would often wake up surprised to find her hand stuck inside her panties, her fingers wet. She could almost vividly see his cock, the dome shaped head, the veins running down the thick shaft, the heavy pair of balls, swollen with his semen. In her dreams, she was forced to service his cock with her hands, once even with her breasts, his cock thrusting between them, pumping his hips back and forth as if he was fucking. Each time, her face received his cum, the hot fluids dripping down, her mouth always having a lingering taste of his salty, thick cum. She looked forward to today's session, arriving early. She was waiting in the lobby, another girl coming out, almost her age. She had such a serene look on her face, a flushed glow about her. She smiled at Vanessa as she passed, then turning to Dr. Michael, "thank you Dr. Michael, I feel so much better." "You’re welcome. See you at your next session. Afternoon Vanessa. Come in." He stood behind her as she walked in, his cock already jerking as her hips swayed so seductively, her ass moving so sensuously. "You look very pretty today." "Thank you Dr. Michael." She went to sit in her usual chair. "No, I think you would be more comfortable on the floor Vanessa. More room for you to stretch out." "But ..." she found herself sitting on the floor before she could even think of protesting, feeling a little uncomfortable down there. Michael threw a pillow on the floor, "Put this behind your head and lie down flat." She obeyed, seeing Dr. Michael move to the floor, kneeling beside her. "Arch your back for me, stick out those lovely big tits," he ordered her, the look in her eyes priceless. "WWWWHHHAAATT??," she exclaimed, finding her lower back off of the ground, her weight shifted to her shoulders, looking down, seeing her breasts thrust out so brazenly. "Ask me to touch them Vanessa. You want my hands to fondle your breasts so bad, your cunt is wet." She tightened her thighs, feeling her jeans pushed into her crotch. It felt like she wet her pants. She felt this tingling between her legs, the first stirrings of her arousal. She wished she could turn over, slip the pillow between her legs and rub herself. She didn't even care if Dr. Michael was watching, in fact the thought of it made her wetter. She arched her back higher, her breasts prominently display as she said, "please play with my tits," ashamed at her own words. She shuddered as his large hands encircled her breasts, moaning as she felt her nipples harden, the male touch on them exciting her. "Harder," not even understanding what she was asking for. She was rewarded with a firm clenching of her breasts, his powerful hands compressing her teenage flesh. It felt like her nipples would explode. "The tips, squeeze them," turning red at what she was asking him to do. "MMMMM," she felt his fingers find her nipples, an easy task as they pushed sharply out on the sweater she was wearing. "It would be easier if they were naked. Don't you want to show me your lovely naked teenage breasts?" He moved his hands away, waiting as he looked into her eyes, seeing the inner turmoil. No, she couldn't, but she had already sat up, her arms pulling up the sweater, watching as her bra was slowly revealed, at least glad that she had worn a lacey black one today, contrasting sharply with her white cleavage that was so abundantly displayed. "Please don't make me do this," her back arching again, her breasts so prominently display. "Touch them," she begged. "First your bra Vanessa. Get them naked for my fingers." He loved to see the confusion in her eyes as she fought her own urges. She moved her hands behind her back, finding the clasp, quickly unsnapping it, watching as her bra slipped loose. Her hands moved to the shoulder straps, her eyes pleading with him and the control he had over her, letting the straps slide seductively down her arms. She looked down, her naked breasts heaving in lust. "Now please," she begged, pushing her naked tits in front of him. She remembered this dream she had, a man pushing his cock between her naked breasts, forcing her to squeeze them around his throbbing member as his hips pumped in back and forth. She could almost feel the hot cum shooting on her face. She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, her breasts clenched in Dr. Michael's hands, not like a lover, but one in lust, fingers tugging at her nipples. A delicious shiver ran through her as her nipples were teased by his squeezing and pulling on the sensitive tips. Her back arched out farther, pushing her full breasts into his hands, urging them to take further liberties with her firm flesh. She looked down, her pussy wet with excitement as she saw his fingers playing with her breasts, seeing his fingers pinch her nipples, then the sharp pain quickly rushing to her brain. She had to, fighting back the urge, not wanting to degrade herself further, but out of her mouth came the words, "please suck on them, please." She saw his head move down, her vision blocked by the top of his head, feeling his hot breath blowing on her swollen tips. She moved her hands to his head, "please," pushing down until she felt a pair of wet lips wrap around one of her swollen buds, her body shuddering, a soft moan from her mouth. Michael sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it, slapping it back and forth. Her hands held his head tightly, forcing it down on her teenage breast as if he was nursing. She shuddered again, his other hand sliding down her naked stomach, her pussy juicing as she prayed for him to continue. His head moved between her breasts, feeling the sharp stubble of his beard scraping along her tender flesh. It hurt when his stubble rubbed her sensitive nipple, the pain quickly erased as his mouth encompassed the other tit, sucking the flesh deep into his mouth like a giant vacuum, his tongue playing over her areola and nipple, lathering it with his hot saliva. Michael pulled back, looking down at her teenage breasts, glistening with his saliva, her nipples now a dark red, swollen with lust. He could see it in her eyes, her body aroused. "Your jeans now Vanessa. Unbuckle them and pull the zipper down. Let me see your lovely panties." Vanessa no longer cared, wanting to tear off her clothes for him, her fingers moving quickly to her jeans, the snap unbuttoned, the zipper noisily pulled down, spreading them back so Dr. Michael could see her blue panties, a silky thong that she wore today. She could not longer contain her emotions, her arousal getting the best of her. "Raise your ass up and pull down your jeans to your knees Vanessa. Let me see that lovely pussy nestled beneath your panties. Tease me." He wanted her to act like a whore, slowly stripping for him, degrading herself. She felt her jeans sliding down her legs, her naked breasts heaving up and down, her body still on fire. She stopped at her knees, more embarrassed to be partly dressed, her jeans trapping her legs like a rope would do. She looked up at him, his eyes staring between her legs, her panties already wet, humiliated at being treated like this, ashamed at how her body was betraying her. She shivered when his hand moved down the flat plane of her stomach, moving slowly downward, sucking in her stomach as his fingers played over her belly button ring. He traced a finger along the waist of her panties, teasing her, seeing tiny goose bumps appear on her tanned flesh. She didn't know how much longer she could stand his teasing fingers. Michel let his fingers slip under the top band of her panties, her skin beneath warm, sliding lower until he came to her bush, neatly trimmed into a triangle. He felt her hips moving up, urging his fingers downward. "Do you want me to touch your pussy Vanessa?" He was going to make her beg again. An older man making her beg to have him touch her teenage body. How could he do this to her? "NNoo," she murmured, but her hand was already moving down to his, placed on top, pressure moving it downward, pushing his hands towards her pussy. She tilted up her hips, almost driving her sex into his waiting fingers. "MMMMM, God, please," when she felt his finger running down her slit, not touching her clit, but quickly moving between her pouty lips, spreading them apart, embarrassed because she knew she had found out how wet she was. Michael watched as she tried to spread her legs, her jeans preventing her, the look of anguish on her face as his fingers began to run up and down her slit, his fingers slick with her juices. She might be protesting, but her pussy definitely desired his fingers. He would soon find out if it had the same feelings for his cock. "Take off your jeans, Vanessa." He watched her quickly strip off her jeans, taking his hand and placing it back into her panties, her eyes wide open in lust. Her legs were now spread wide, giving him complete access to her sex. How could she? Acting like a whore and stripping off her jeans, so eagerly wanting his hands back that she actually grabbed one hand and shoved it harshly into her panties! She almost came when she felt his fingers return to her pussy, this time her widely spaced thighs giving him greater access to her slit. God it felt so good as her hips began to move back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his fingers that split her lips apart. "AAAAH," his fingers finding her tight opening, two fingers sliding easily in, her juices coating the digits that plunged inside. "Now your panties Vanessa, take them off, show me that pretty pussy," Dr. Michael ordered her, his hands almost ripping her panties as he fingered her tight pussy. She knew that once they were gone, there would be nothing to stop him from further ravishing her body, feeling embarrassed to be naked in front of him, still not fully understanding why she continued to obey him. She only felt a desire between her legs that needed quenching, his fingers making her so aroused, needing to be satisfied. She looked into his eyes as her hands moved down to her panties, gripping them tightly, lowering them down her sleek flanks, his eyes following her every movement. "Good girl, now bring your legs up and part them wide, spread your pussy open for me." His eyes watched as she hesitated, finally her legs moving up, and slowly began to part, her pussy lips parting, her wet pink insides glistening in the brightly lighted room. He smiled, her eagerness her downfall. It was time to fuck her. "Take out my cock, Vanessa." She looked up at him. Was he going to fuck her? Her hands already moved down to his pants, unbuckling them, her fingers finding his zipper, feeling his large cock throbbing beneath the straining pants. She let her fingers touch it, her hand molded around the hard cock, letting her fingers slide up and down the shaft, feeling it jump and quiver beneath her touch. How could she act like such a whore? His cock felt huge beneath her little hands, pulsating beneath her fingers as she stroked it, feeling it jump and twitch beneath her touch. Her fingers slipped inside his shorts, almost jerking back when she felt the hot flesh burning her fingers. She heard him moan softly, pleased at what she was doing to him. Her fingers became more insistent now, the thought of being fucked slowly slipping from her thoughts, just thinking of the pleasure she was bringing to him. Michael watched as her hands slipped inside his shorts, grasping his cock, her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. "Pull down my shorts Vanessa," watching as her eyes opened wide again, knowing that her brain was unable to control what her hands were doing. He lifted his hips up as she slipped his shorts down, his cock popping free, jerking up and down. It was so big, the head an angry red, the shaft covered with heavy veins that ran up the sides. She let her hands slip below, cupping the huge balls that hung down, feeling the heat of his body as her small hand cupped one ball, squeezing it, seeing his hips rise up. NO! She couldn't, her head moving closer, her mouth already opening. NOOO! She felt the hot flesh touch her lips, a faint taste of salty fluid on her lips. She let her lips enclose the bulbous head, her tongue tentatively reaching out, rubbing over the head. She tightened her lips when she felt it jerk in her mouth, her tongue running over the head, slipping down beneath the dome shape, running under the ridge. She turned red when she saw him looking at her, imagining how she must look, his cock in her mouth, twitching and jerking. How could she suck his cock as if it was a lollypop? Michael was pleased with her, the look of anguish in her eyes as her mouth so eagerly sucked his cock. She might not like it, but she was good at it, her hot mouth engulfing his cock, her tongue so eagerly playing over the flesh that filled her mouth so fully. He pushed with his hips, watching his cockhead push out the sides of her cheeks. "Take it deeper Vanessa." She felt his cock pushing into her mouth, afraid of his command, but her head moved forward, seeking to take it deeper, gagging as it pushed to the back of her throat. She looked up at Dr. Michael, a smile on his face as she knew that she would have to go deeper, in spite of the choking and gagging she was already experiencing. Her throat revolted, choking, opening up as the huge bulbous head of his cock slowly slid down the saliva coated tract, filling her tiny throat with his pulsating flesh. Another gag, his cock jerking in appreciation as her throat spasms brought such pleasure to his cock. It was almost as good as a tight pussy, but not quite. He needed to seek the hot, tight depths of her virgin pussy. He looked down to see tears running down her cheeks, partly from the humiliation of being forced to suck his cock, partly due to the choking she was experiencing from being throat fucked. He pulled his hips backwards, his saliva drenched cock slipping from her lips. "Lay back, Vanessa. Bring your legs back and spread them really wide. It's time to lose your virginity and learn how to fuck." No she couldn't. She had fought so long to preserve her virginity, fighting off her own family, her brother and father always trying to molest her, always trying to get into her pants. Even the boys at school, each eagerly seeking to take her prized possession. How could she do it now? To a doctor, an older man that had no interest in her except for sex. She fought the desires that pulsated through her body, the unexplained feelings that kept driving her lower into the depths of depravity, her mouth still tasting of the salty fluids that leaked from his cock. She looked down, on her back now, her naked body spread before him in all her splendor. Her breasts rose and fell, her heavy breathing breaking the silence in the room. Her nipples stood out hard, almost aching, a gentle breeze across them sending shivers through her body. She looked down farther, seeing her legs spreading wide, her pussy lips spreading apart, her juices glowing in the bright lights. Dr. Michael stood over her, watching as she slowly revealed her virgin pussy, his cock bobbing up and down, his hand gripping the shaft, sliding up and down as he watched her. He could barely make out her vagina, the tight, dark hole just a tiny indent. His cock would soon change that. He moved down, kneeling between her legs. He touched her legs, urging them up, making her bend her knees, bowing her legs outward, her sex now fully exposed. "Spread wider, pull your legs up. Let me see that virgin pussy that I am going to deflower." Her eyes begged him no, but her legs would not obey, slowly spreading wider, feeling his knees pushing outward on her tender thighs, her legs slowly bending and moving higher. She looked down, her legs spread obscenely, her pussy lips already spread back, able to see her pink inner pussy. She looked up at him, his hand fisting the giant cock, the dark red helmet on it so menacing. The head already glistened with his pre-cum, his hand stroking it up and down. She couldn't believe it, it even grew bigger as he stroked it. It would never fit! "No, don't do this to me! Don't fuck me," she blurted out in protest. "Why Vanessa, I wouldn't do such a thing. You're going to do it. I want you to take your soft little hands and wrap them around my cock. Then rub the thick head up and down your juicy slit. Get it nice and wet. I know your pussy is wet. You want to get fucked." She sat up, her hands reaching out as she said, "no, I can't do that," but her hands continued to move, shivering when they wrapped around the hot, throbbing flesh. She could feel it pulsating in her hand, jerking as she tightened her grip, already moving up and down the thick shaft. It was so big, her hand barely able to wrap around it, moving up and down passing over the thick ridge of the head, seeing his sticky fluid leaking out the tip. Her finger rubbed over the tip, feeling the slick fluid touch her fingers. It made it easier to slide up and down the shaft. "Now rub it up and down your wet little slit Vanessa." Her hand was already moving it down, feeling it bend, her legs spreading wider as it came closer. "MMMMM," she moaned as it touched her flesh, feeling like it was burning her; the hard, throbbing member jerking as it touched her. "NNNNO," she cried, tears falling from her eyes as she saw him watching her degrade herself. She could feel the hard cock slide easily up and down her slit, her juices flowing freely now, the pulsating flesh slippery. "Yes Vanessa, your body wants it. Let it slide back, feel my cock on your tiny asshole." Her face couldn't mask the disgust she felt when she heard that. Her asshole! What was he thinking of doing? Her legs spread wider, her cheeks spreading apart, unable to stop the thick cock from sliding down between her legs, moving up. "GGGGHH," she cried out when she felt the hot flesh touch her anus. She could feel her anus pulsating as it was touched for the first time. "NNNO, don't make me," she cried, even as her own hand pushed harder on the head of the cock. "Such a good girl Vanessa. How do you think it would feel to have my cock up your tight little asshole Vanessa? Would you like that? Push a little harder, feel how much it would have to stretch to take just the head inside," he taunted her. How could he even want to do such a thing to her? She grunted as her hand pushed on the cock, straining to force the bulbous head inside her anus. She felt a burning, her anus slowly forced to open as her own hand began to push the hard cock inside her. "NO, NO!" "Time to lose your virginity Vanessa. Take my cock and put it into your vagina." Dr. Michael made his cock jerk, feeling the tightness of her asshole. I'm going to have to fuck her asshole today. It's just too tight to pass up, he thought. She felt her hand fisting his cock, her tiny palm barely able to go around the hard shaft as she pushed harder, her hips rising up as it banged painfully at the gate of her sex. How could it fit inside her tiny vagina? She felt him pushing down, seeing the smirk on his face as she helped him take her virginity, her hips pushing against the hard shaft. She felt her vagina stretching to take it inside her, grunting as it slowly spread her open. "AAGGH," she cried out, her hips driving up and pushing his hard cock inside, the thick head slippery with her juices finally forcing inside her, her vagina gripping tightly on the bulbous head. "Don't move!" Vanessa cried out, a single tear falling from her eye, knowing that the end of her virginity was near. "What a tight, hot pussy Vanessa. Now push again, let me sink my cock inside that sweet virgin pussy." Dr. Michael smiled as he looked down at her, the searching eyes attempting to try to fathom why she was doing what she was, afraid as she felt for the first time a hard, throbbing cock at the entrance to her virgin passage. Her hips moved in circles, the throbbing cockhead trapped in her tight hole. It was so big. How could she take the huge member inside her? Even worse, she knew that he intended to fuck her; that was even more frightening. It was so long, thick veins running up the shaft, the ridge running around the massive head would rub her tender passage as it plowed in and out her virgin pussy. She felt her hips moving up from the floor, arching up to receive his weapon. She couldn't help herself, feeling her vagina slowly forced to engulf the huge cock, spreading her legs out farther, anything to stop the terrible pressure of the pulsating flesh that was embedded in her virgin pussy. "NNNOO, it's tooo big," she cried, her face showing her anguish as she fucked herself for the first time, forced by his unseen power to control her body. But all he did was smile down at her, looking between her legs. Dr. Michael watched her pussy slowly swallow his cock, feeling it bang against the tiny barrier that was her hymen, knowing that he would soon take her cherry. Better yet, she would be the one that was doing it, always remembering how she lost her virginity to an older man. He made his cock jerk inside her, feeling her vaginal walls clinging so tightly to his flesh, squeezing the blood from the head. He had to fight the urge to cum, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his hard cock, massaging it with her silky insides. "Push real hard Vanessa," slowly drawing his cock from her pussy until it was barely grasped by her tight hole, getting it ready for the final fuck that would deflower her. "Now Vanessa," he shouted at her, seeing her body react to the loud boom of his voice. His voice scared her, the demanding tone forcing her to drive her hips up with an urgency that she couldn't understand. She gritted her teeth, knowing that his cock would rip through her hymen, forever taking her virginity by force, an unseen mental force that radiated throughout her body driving her into the depths of depravity. "EEEH," she screamed through her clench lips, her scream muffled as his lips crusher hers, the pain shooting through her loins, his cock tearing her hymen in a powerful thrust of her own hips, the giant head of his cock tearing into her virgin passage. He was pleased, the scream that he had heard so many times when a virgin is deflowered almost made him cum, his lips clasped tightly to hers, making sure that he didn't miss the climatic moment when she lost her virginity. She was so tight, his cock barely able to get inside her. His cock jerked in appreciation as her pussy clamped down tightly on it, squeezing it. He saw the tear in her eye as she realized what had happened to her. How could this have happened? She had been saving herself for so long, refusing the countless number of boys that were always trying to talk their way into her panties. And now it was gone, gone to an older man that didn't love her, only wanting to fuck her. And to make it worse, she had helped him. Helped him to take her priceless virginity. She was brought back to the sudden reality when she felt the hard, thick cock begin to enter her, Dr. Michael beginning to fuck her. God, it felt huge, her pussy clinging to it, trying to stop it from entering her deeper, his powerful thrusts no match for her. She bowed her legs out to the side but just made it worse, his hips able to slide between her legs easier, able to use his strength to pump her with his cock. She felt it dragging out, almost as painful as the entry then the sudden rush back inside that almost took her breath away. He loved the look on face as he fucked her for the first time. Her lips were clenched tightly, her eyes almost staring blankly as he pumped her with his cock, feeling the tightness of her silky walls gripping his cock. She even allowed him greater access to her, spreading her legs wider. He reached down, his hands gripping her behind the knees. "Spread your legs wider Vanessa. Don't worry it will feel good in a minute. You just need to get used to having a big cock inside you." He heard her grunt as he pushed in harder, over half of his cock inside her. His hips began to move faster, his powerful hands gripping her legs behind the knees, thrusting them up higher, the plane of her sex now so open to him. She looked down, shocked at the spectacle of her ravishment, Dr. Michael using her body like a three-dollar whore while all she could do was take his powerful thrusts inside her once virgin pussy. She could almost feel every bump, vein and lump on his cock as he plunged it in and out her tight pussy, each time he went deeper. "AGGH," she cried as his hips pushed forward, his stomach slapping against hers, feeling his heavy balls smack on her anus. She had never felt so full, his thick, throbbing organ buried inside her, twitching and jerking in pleasure. She could feel her pussy walls involuntarily clinging and clenching on his cock. It felt like a silky glove clinging to his cock, his cock buried deep inside her hot, tight pussy. She had all of it inside her, a look of utter amazement on her face as his cock throbbed inside her. He made it jerk, seeing the surprised look on her face as it came alive. He couldn't wait any longer, slowly drawing his cock out of her pussy, her pussy clinging to it as if she didn't want him to leave, until only the head was enclosed inside her, her tight hole gripping him just under the ridge of his cock. He looked down, his cock sporting a sheen, six inches waiting to push back in. He didn't want to disappoint her, thrusting inside her to bury all of his cock in one powerful motion, the air forced from her lungs as his body laid on hers; her cervix receiving the punishing cockhead as his cock lay buried inside her. He saw her ragged breathing as she tried to come to grips with her first fuck. He didn't have time to wait, drawing it back out, then back in again, beginning a fucking that made her tits bounce on her chest as she lay there, spread open for his pleasure. It began to feel good, his cock sliding in and out, her pussy getting used to having something so big inside her. This was different from her usual masturbation, his cock was dragging along her clit, feeling much better then her fingers. She was just embarrassed at how she was so exposed and her acceptance of the situation. She began to push up on her hips, meeting his downwards motions, her pussy now receiving more powerful strokes. She looked away from Dr. Michael, not wanting to see his look as he felt her responding to his fucking of her pussy, but she couldn't stop any longer. Michael was pleased with how she was responding. It was no longer his mind control, she was enjoying it. She met his movements with her own, their bodies clashing with powerful thrusts, the sound of slapping flesh ringing out in the room. His hands moved under her ass, his large hands each gripping her cheeks tightly, forcing her ass up even higher, feeling her muscles in her ass cheeks tighten. She was taking the strokes from his big cock with ease now, his cock sliding up and down her slick pussy. He moved his body, his head easing down to her chest, his mouth seeking out and finding her breasts. His lips touched her nipple, her back arching up, thrusting her tits into his mouth. He clamped down tightly on the hard bud, sucking it deeper into his mouth while his tongue played across it, slapping at it with his wet flesh. God, what was he doing to her? His mouth sucked her breast as a baby would do, her nipples hardened by his mouth and tongue as his cock continued to fuck her. His hands gripped her ass, forcing her up to take his powerful strokes deep inside her, knowing that she couldn't last much longer. "MMMM," she moaned, not even caring any longer, just wanting to have an orgasm. Michael moved from one breast to the other, his hand rubbing one nipple while his mouth sucked the other, keeping her body sexually aroused. He wanted to make her cum, feeling her body responding. He pulled up on her ass, forcing her to take his cock deeper, her moans signaling that she was ready. One last thing before he made her cum, his hands moving under her, sliding closer together, pulling her cheeks apart as he fucked her. He felt her trying to jerk away as his fingers moved over her anus, fingers on each side, knowing that she would never had allowed anyone to touch her there, his fingers the first to touch the tiny hole. "NNNO, PLLLEASSE NO," she cried out when she felt his hands sliding along her ass. Why would anyone want to be touched there? She fought, but she was pinned beneath his large body, her legs pulled wide, unable to stop him from having his way with her. She squirmed but all that did was drive his cock to rub along her clit from a different angle, bringing her closer to the orgasm that she needed so badly now. She felt the finger touching her anus, surprised at how different it felt, sending a tingling feeling along her spine, the thick finger tapping at it. She felt him pump his hips harder, driving his cock deeper into her pussy, his finger poised at her anus. She didn’t want him to touch her there, fearing how far he would go, but she couldn’t stop him, her arms unwilling to move to stop him, waiting for what was the inevitable time when he would force his finger inside. Her pussy felt so good wrapped around his cock, the tightness milking him, knowing he would have to cum soon. He was still driving her hips up with his hands, making her take deep, hard strokes, loving the way her breasts bounced as he fucked her, her eyes wide open, her breathing heavy. She would cum soon. But first, his finger moved towards her anus, feeling her body tensing up, her pussy gripping his cock so hard he could barely stroke it in and out of her pussy. If she hadn’t been so wet, he would have had trouble fucking back in. “Now I want you to ride my cock hard Vanessa,” smiling as he let his finger slowly enter her anus, seeing the look on her face as she suffered the fingering of her most intimate opening, the tiny hole forced open by his thick, powerful finger. She arched up, trying to escape the finger, only driving his cock deeper inside her, his fingers giving her no way out, moving with her, pushing harder. She could feel the strange burning in her anus as his dry finger slid into her rectum, unable to control her own sphincter as it clenched and unclenched on his finger involuntarily. She wagged her hips to the sides, hoping to escape the finger, his hard cock rubbing along her clit, moving her closer to the orgasm that she needed so bad. “NNNO,” the finger digging into her butt deeper, feeling it bend inside her, knowing that it was at least up to the knuckle, stretching her open from the inside. Why was he doing this to her? She began to buck her hips up and down, she had to make him cum quickly. And herself too. He was ready, her fucking driving him to an orgasm, his balls tingling, ready to pump her pussy full of his hot cum. He shoved his finger in deeper, burying the entire finger in her asshole, bending and twisting it, making her hips go into wild gyrations as she fought the intrusion up her backside. “Cum with me Vanessa,” he cried out as his balls emptied his cum into Vanessa, his cock buried deep inside her, spraying her insides with his hot, salty cum. Her jerking hips kept driving their bodies together, her pussy rubbed and smashed by their bodies as she fucked him, his cock feeling so good as it filled her pussy. Only her asshole hurt, his finger buried deep inside her, moving around inside her, forcing her to move around frantically, attempting to escape the finger forced so deep inside her asshole, her sphincter fighting to push it out. “NNNOO,” she cried as she came, forced to cum after Dr. Michael took her virginity, forced to cum with while being fingered in her asshole. Her orgasm hit her like a train, her pussy filled with his hot cum, shooting deep inside her, bathing her pussy for the first time, shuddering as she felt his fluids shoot deep inside her once virgin passage. His finger kept her hips moving, jerking back and forth, driving a second orgasm from her inexperienced body, his cock still dumping his cum inside her. Dr. Michael finally slumped down on Vanessa, his finger pulled from her asshole with a loud pop that embarrassed her. He pulled his cock from her pussy, cum flowing freely out of her hole to dribble beneath her, her eyes closed, humiliated that she had cum with him. He got up, leaving the room, leaving her on the floor still naked. She quickly dressed and left. * * * * * “I want you to dance naked, if you like I’ll join you, I want you to dance naked, I want to enjoy your body,” the Mellencamp song still blaring. She pulled her panties down, her eyes on the men that watched her, embarrassed as she was naked in front of them, her shaved pubes giving them a clear view of her vulva. She couldn’t help herself, Dr. Michael somehow controlled her body, her legs and hips moving to the beat of the music. She moved over to the pole, the shiny metal pole rising up from the floor like a giant phallic symbol. She moved her legs to both sides of it, her pussy pressed forward into the cold metal, feeling the hard, unyielding object press between her tight pussy lips, pushed apart to touch her wet inner pussy. She humped the pole, her juices glistening on it in the bright lights that highlighted her naked body as she danced, humping it as if it was a throbbing cock. She dreaded when the song would stop, Dr. Michael telling her that once she had aroused the men, she would have to service all of them with her body. It was bad enough when Dr. Michael had taken her virginity, but he had told her that these men wanted something different. They wanted to sodomize her, take her in her tight asshole. Dr. Michael’s fingers were bad enough, she didn’t know if she could take a cock up her backside. But she didn’t have time to think about it now, doing a deep knee bend, pushing her ass back at the men, feeling the cool air conditioned air in the room touch her exposed anus, knowing that she was arousing them, knowing that they were all imagining how it would feel to have their cock sheathed in her hot, tight asshole. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wider. Soon I’ll find out, trembling at the thought of taking so many cocks up her asshole. Dr. Michael just smiled at her, making her body perform for him, pleased at how well she was doing, seeing the confused look on her face as she bared her most intimate body parts to the strange men that stroked their cocks at the thought of how lucky they were to be able to sexually have this lovely, young girl. The End

Chapter 3 Ethan was laying on his back staring up at the ceiling when he felt Sabina stir next to him. He turned to watch her as she shifted in her sleep, on the verge of waking up. He'd found it strange when he woke to the room being completely dark, the strange part was he could see even though he was still aware of how dark it was. Sabina mumbled as she slowly rose to consciousness and turned her face towards him unconsciously seeking him even in her sleep. The dim shadows danced across her face, caressing her sun kissed skin in inky satin darkness. Ethan fought down a surge of desire as he watched her and tried to acclimate himself to the weird double vision of seeing the darkness and seeing through it as the same time. It was if the darkness was a filmy screen that with a thought from him would fade away to translucency and reveal the world it hid from everyone else. He smiled at her when her eyes fluttered open, even though he knew she wouldn't be able to see him. "Morning," he said and she smiled. "Morning little brother," she replied. "Ready for your first day of school," he asked and she groaned and buried her face back into the pillow. "Come on, it is seven now if we go bathe now there shouldn't be anyone in there," he said and she perked up at the word 'bathe' but groaned again when she remembered where it was. He cajoled her out the door and woke their mother and they all headed to the bath house together. The street was dimly lit and deserted as they walked to the corner and entered the big square stone building. Like every other building they been inside in this subterranean city the inside and the outside were vastly different. On the outside it was just a large stone square nestled against the neighboring buildings, but on the inside it was beautiful. The inside appeared to be made of white marble and decorative columns lined the walls giving it the look of an ancient Greek temple. Inside the door were rows of lockers with keys that they left their stuff in after stripping down to bathing suits. Ethan wouldn't have minded going nude for bathing but he knew that neither his mother nor his sister would be comfortable with that so he kept his bathing suit on so they wouldn't be the only ones. Just past the lockers was what looked like a giant pool but it was only two feet deep, the water was steaming hot and smelled faintly of kiwi. Ethan grabbed a wash cloth and a bar of soap from the stack near the end of the lockers and led the way to the bath. He sighed as he slipped into the steaming water and it immediately began to relax his muscles and sooth aches he hadn't even realized he had until they were gone. The bath house was as empty as Ethan had predicted and they had school in lessen then an hour so he began washing himself. After he was finished he washed Sabina's body as she washed his and her own hair. He kept the washing simply platonic since they were in a hurry but his cock was rock hard by the time he finished washing Sabina's hair and moved to repeat the process on his mother. "It's okay honey. You two need to go or you'll be late for school," Lily said giving him a warm smile and taking the cloth from him. "You'll be okay alone," he asked unsure. She gave him a peck on the cheek and pushed him toward the side of the bath firmly. He grudgingly agreed and left her there, to go get dried off and dressed. He and Sabina walked to the corner and turned to head out onto the field where the school buildings were, but slowed when they saw Aphrodite standing at the edge of the field waiting for them. She smiled at them as they approached and her gaze focused on Sabina with an intent expression. "How do you feel about snakes," she asked when they came to a stop in front of her. "Uhhh I like snake," Sabina said confusedly. Aphrodite smiled beatifically at her answer and motioned her to come closer and to hold out her hand. Sabina cautiously stepped forward and held out her hand palm up and Aphrodite placed an oblong egg that Ethan assumed was a snake egg in her palm. Only this egg was bigger than any snake egg he ever heard of, it was probably as thick around as a football only longer. Sabina's arm trembled as she struggled to keep the egg motionless. Aphrodite pulled a knife from thin air and cut a small gash into her finger and rubbed the brilliantly ruby liquid of her blood on the egg, her wound closed instantly. Then she grabbed Sabina's free hand and repeated the process, Sabina's wound also healed immediately. "By power and blood I bind you," Aphrodite said. The egg flared an incandescent white and fade back to normal but in the silence after the light show there was a loud crack. It sounded like two giant rocks slamming together but Ethan had no doubt it was the egg because accompanying the sound a fissure ran across the surface of the egg. The more times the was a deafening crack of and three more large fissures in the shell and all three of them watched in rapt attention as the shell split into two halves. It fell both sides disintegrating into a silvery dust before they could hit the street leaving behind a small snake curled in Sabina's palm. The snake that came out of that massive shell was curled into a tight coil and could have fit inside a shot glass. It was the white of pure untouched snow but as it twitched and began to uncoil its color began rapidly change to every color imaginable. It also began to grow rapidly and in less than a minute it was roughly the size of Sabina's are and she was once again struggling to hold her arm immobile. The snake slithered up her arm and wrapped itself around her shoulders. "This is Nasha, daughter of Menasha the snake goddess, she will be your guard," Aphrodite and the snake moved its head around to look into Sabina's face. Its tongue flicked out touching Sabina's nose and she giggled and wiggled his nose at the sensation. "She is my guard? How am I going to go out in public if I have a giant snake on my shoulder," Sabina asked. Before Aphrodite could answer Nasha slithered back towards Sabina's palm and started to shrink. When she was only as long as wrist to elbow on Sabina's arm she wrapped around it placing her head on the back of Sabina's hand and began to sink into her skin. Sabina stared in open mouthed awe as in seconds the serpent became nothing more than a tattoo twisting around her arm and glittering metallically in the weak light of dawn. "That would be how," Aphrodite said and vanished. Sabina gently stroke the glittering figure in her skin and the snake tattoo's tail twitched as if in response and Sabina grinned at it. She could still feel it wrapped around her arm but the sense of weight was gone and she could easily move her arm. "How does she feel," Ethan asked her as she flexed her arm making the tattoo shimmer in the light. "I can still feel her wrapped around my arm but she's is as light as a real tattoo now. I like her," Sabina answered and the snake gave her arm a light squeeze. He grinned at her and they resumed walking onto the field heading for the building they were taken to yesterday. As they neared the building the door opened and kids of various ages along with several adults began pouring from the building and heading off across the field in different directions. They waited patiently as the others exited the building, receiving several curious looks and causing whispers to start. Ethan stepped forward when Brand led the group of teens that they had been partially introduced to yesterday out of the building. Brand looked at him sternly and nodded and continued walking past, his smile from the previous day no longer present. I don't think he likes you anymore," Sabina observed as they fell in following behind the rest of the group. Ethan let out a bark of laughter and wrapped an arm around her waist drawing her into his side. Sabina smiled and slid her arm under his and around his waist and he shifted his to her shoulders. She sighed contentedly and ignored the whispers from the people in front of them and the furtive looks over shoulders towards them. A few minutes later they were standing in the large open space that the group had been stretching in yesterday. Brand stopped and faced Ethan then crossed his arms over his chest; the posed would have been intimidating to any normal person due to Brand's massive arms. However Ethan had already been nearly killed by a harpy, found out he was a demigod, and also been told he was at the top of the hit list of every single male god in existence. Because of all of these things he wasn't normal anymore and he wasn't even remotely intimidated. He was impressed however, that Brand managed to fold his arm with all of that muscle hindering his mobility. "We're not going have any problems today are we," Brand asked looking into Ethan's good eye. Ethan had allowed his hair to fall forward and obscured the blacken eye. "That's not really up to me now is it," Ethan replied and flicked a glance at Jack who was standing silently in the crowd of students watching. Jack flinched under Ethan's gaze and refused to meet his eyes, so Ethan refocused on Brand. Brand scowled but didn't push the issue. "Alright, first things first. I'll explain what you'll be doing in class. To start off each day you will meet me at the cafeteria like you did this morning. I'll do the roll call and then we will have physical training. This can differ from playing sports, to weight lifting, and weapons practice. Once the physical training for the day is done you will be sent to work with one of the craftsmen in the city or surrounding tunnels or caves. This is so you can become acquainted with each profession. Once you have found a skill you would like to focus on, and an opening can be found, you will start and apprenticeship under an expert in that craft. You do not actually have to pick a specialty you can instead choose to become competent in all of them without mastering any of them," Brand explained. Ethan and Sabina nodded their understanding thus far and Brand continued. "Today we are simply running three times around the field. After you finish meet me back here and I will show you to your next teachers," Brand said. The other teens broke into a run toward the outside edge of the field. Ethan and Sabina turned and began to run at a measured pace and soon had caught up to the others. Both Ethan and Sabina had run for their after school activities and were easily able to match the speed of the others. The guys heavy with all that muscles weren't as quick on their feet but the handful of other female students were setting a swift pace. Ethan looked over to Sabina and took a minute to catch her eye. "Want to race," he asked her. Some of the girls and guys around them heard and listened in as she spoke. "Just to see whose faster? Or for a wager," Sabina asked. They were both pretty even in speed the last time they had gone running together she had even won against him. "Definitely a wager. Loser has to obey the winner for an entire day," he said leering at her. Her cheeks tinged pink but she nodded her assent. Before they could start though one of the guys who were keeping up better than the other spoke up. "I want in on that," the guys said. "How so," Ethan asked and glance dubiously at the guy who was already obviously struggling to maintain this pace. "If she wins you have to do all of my work for a day, and if you win I'll owe you a favor since you don't actually have any work to do," the guy replied. "Your name is," Ethan asked him. "Paul Grant," Paul replied. "Alright I accept," Ethan said. "We want in too," one of the girls said. Ethan turned to gaze at the dark haired girls who had spoken. Her hair fell down to the small of her back pulled for her face by a ponytail. She dark brown eyes stared holed at him as if she was trying to peer through his skin. "We," he asked and she gestured to all of the girls around them. Counting the dark haired speaker and Sabina there were a dozen girls total. "Terms," he asked her with a grin. "We win you obey us for a month each one at a time, you we obey you for a month," she said. "No dice, not unless you all have to obey me for a month for each one of you I beat," he countered. The girl bit her lip and looked over at the others. The girls were exchanging worried looks and Ethan slowed down a bit and tried to look winded without being obvious that he was doing so. Sabina noticed instantly and shot him a knowing look, as the rounded the first corner of the massive field, but said nothing. A few of the girls studied his weary appearing posture and slowly nodded their assent and the dark haired girl turn back to Ethan. "Done we have a bargain, no backing out once it is sealed," she said and held out a hand for him to shake. He gripped her small, warm, soft skinned hand in his larger one and grinned deeply. He leaned forward slightly and shot forward into a sprint. Sabina who had been expecting it was neck and neck with him her breathing no deeper or straining then his own. There was a cry of surprise and the increase in pounding behind him told Ethan the girls had also picked up the pace. "That was just low, pretending to be winded to sucker them into betting against you," Sabina said sarcastically and shook her head in mock disgust. "Don't worry once I win this bet, I am going to have twelve slaves for a year, and the first order of business is to have them all lick you until you pass out from the pleasure," he said and shot her a lecherous glance. Sabina choked on whatever she was going to say next and stumbled a little before regaining her stride. But Ethan had used her misstep and was laughing as he ran now several steps in front of her. Sabina pushed herself hard but they were too evenly matched in speed and when he crossed the point at the edge of the field, where they had begun, he did so three feet ahead of her. He grinned triumphantly at all of the others behind him even though he was struggling to draw breath as if he was drowning and black spots danced at the edges of his vision. He walked over to where Brand was waiting and stood waiting for the others to arrive. When they did a few of the girls shot Ethan worried looks and appeared relieved when he didn't immediately begin spouting orders. The worried look returned when he smiled lasciviously at them. Brand noted the look and decided to ask Erik later if he knew what it was about. "You all know where you are supposed to be, I suggest you hurry so you aren't late," Brand said to them and they headed off for their classes. "Jennifer take Sabina with you and tell Alumina hello for me," Brand called stopping the dark hair girl who had made the bet with Ethan. "After this class do we go home," Ethan asked Brand, who nodded. "Jennifer," Ethan called stopping the girl again as she began leading Sabina off. She paused and turned to look at him worry in her eyes even though she tried to keep it off her face. "See that my sister reaches our house okay," he told her. She opened her mouth, no doubt to let loose some scathing comment but stopped, and nodded. Brand led Ethan toward the far side of the field from the city. The field was right on the cities edge and on its far side only a scatter of small stone building sat. They headed for a small cluster of five or six squat stone structures all spewing a thick black smoke into the air but it quickly faded into nothing. Ethan could figure out where the smoke was going and he figured it was magic of some kind. As they drew near the first building Ethan heard the rhythmic pound of metal on metal and he knew where they were. Brand pounded on the door and the pounding stopped and a couple minutes later the door swung open. A man opened the door and Ethan nearly laughed at the sight but wisely decided to stay silent. The man had a bushy black beard and blue piercing eyes, what was so funny was the man physical build. He barely cleared the five foot tall mark and his arms where as big around as Brand's. "Orlan this is Ethan a new student," Brand said and gesture towards Ethan. Orlan looked him up and down while a scowl, and continued to scowl as Ethan stood impassively staring back. "What do you know about swords," Orlan asked. "You stick the pointy end in people you don't like," Ethan replied with a shrug. Orlan let out a bark of laughter and stepped back letting the door swing open. Inside was pretty much what Ethan guessed an old-time blacksmith's forge would look like. Brand left closing the door behind Ethan when he stepped inside. "Your job for the moment is to listen and do what I say. You work the bellows and I'll explain as I work," Orlan said. Ethan obediently moved over and grabbed the handle of the large bellows. "Smooth steady slow compressions," Orlan said and Ethan immediately began to do so. "This is called folding, it removes impurities in the metal and strengthens it," Orlan explained as he pulled the metal from the hot coals. He began pounding the lump of metal and soon the thick square block lengthened under the blows. He reheated the metal whenever it began to cool, when it was twice as long as it originally started out as he took a small axe and place it at the half way mark and began pounding on it with the hammer. The axe sank into the metal until only half an inch of metal held the two sections together. Using the hammer and the edge of the anvil, Orlan folded the two pieces back together and began hammer them once again. The day flew by as Ethan watched Orlan work and pumped the bellows. When Orlan called a stop to the day at two in the afternoon Ethan stopped pumping. He immediately groaned as his sore muscles cried out in relief. "Good work today kid," Orlan said with a grin and clapped him on the shoulder. Ethan whimpered under the blow against his battered muscles and Orlan chuckled. "You've got tomorrow free to let your muscles rest however come back here the following day," Orlan said and gestured for Ethan to leave. Ethan left and headed home to get a change of clothes and to head for the bathing house. Lily was standing at the stove humming away as she cooked and the smell of fried fish and homemade macaroni and cheese filled the house when Ethan walked in. "Welcome home honey, how was the first day? Any more trouble," Lilly asked, hearing him come in. She came over and gave him a hug and a soft kiss. Her nose scrunched up, prettily, in disgust when she smelled him. "What have you been doing? You smell like smoke and sweat," she demand and took a step back away from him. He made a sulky face at her as if her words were cruel blows to his ego. "Oh no," she said laughing and took a step back away from him. "I can stand the smell of your sweat, sometimes I even like it. But that smoke smell is horrible," she said and pinched her nose closed. "Sorry I'm only here for a change of clothes then I am off to bathe. I was working in an honest to god blacksmiths forge all day," he said as he headed for his and Sabina's room. "Isn't that dangerous," Lily asked with worry in her voice and returned to her cooking. "A little bit but only if you aren't paying attention to what you are doing. Is really tiring though, all I did was pump a big bellows today and watch the smith work and my whole body aches," Ethan said as he grabbed a clean set of clothes and headed out into the living. "Bye Mom, I'll be back in a little while," he called into the kitchen as he walked past the doorway. She called out a farewell as he exited the front door and closed it behind him. He stopped to consider how normal that had been and how much their lives had changed in the past six months. He shook his head to clear the morose thoughts from his mind and they were immediately replaced with the memory of how his mother's body had felt wrapped around as he buried himself into her4 over and over again. He shivered and felt the ache begin again, this time he was consciously aware of the start of the discomfort. The ache of his sexual hunger along with the aches from his six hour day in the forge we wearing on him. He considered going back inside and asking his mother for help but nixed the idea. She would help him, he knew that, but she already stated a dislike for the way he currently smelled and Sabina wasn't home yet. "Damn," he said with a resigned sigh and headed for the bath house. He could take a bath and then he go seduce her. He didn't want her to think he was only using her to satisfy his hunger so he wouldn't tell her about it. He made his way into the bath house, which this time was no longer empty. Men and women alike were stripping naked and putting their clothes into the lockers. They looked at each other some with interest some without. The keys for the lockers had an elastic band so you could wear it around your wrist since you would have no place to put it. It was when Ethan got to a locker that he realized he hadn't brought his bathing suit. He shrugged and shoved his towel and clean clothes onto the top self of the locker. He then quickly stripped, his cheeks only flushed once when he noticed a good looking woman looked at him appraisingly. He guessed she had to be in her thirties, with a soft curvy figure and kind brown eyes. When she saw that he had noticed her look her eyes shone and she grinned a wicked smile at him. His face flushed crimson and she chortled and winked at him. Ethan smiled back at her tentatively and dropped his dirty clothes onto the floor of the locker with his shoes sitting on top. "Looking good," the woman said as she walked past him letting her arm brush against his back. Her skin was soft as satin, a quality that Ethan had noticed most women shared, and he shivered and began thinking of complex math equations to keep little Ethan from rising to the occasion. He managed to keep from popping a boner but sweat beaded his forehead from the effort and the ache in his bones intensified slightly. It was only a small fraction of an increase but he was so aware of the ache that he felt the change. The woman smiled knowingly at him as she vanished around the corner toward the bathing pool. Ethan followed after her only a moment later but she had already disappeared into the crowd. The pool wasn't packed exactly, you could get in and have plenty of room to move around but there would be absolutely no privacy. Ethan got and began preparing to wash with a new, small, bar of soap he grabbed from beside the door and a washcloth. As he lathered up the washcloth he spotted one of the girls from his ‘class' only twenty feet away. What caught his attention was the boisterous older man talking loudly to her. She smiled at him as he continued to talk animated and gesture wildly as he told some story. The guy was blonde and looked fit, not ripped like most of the guys in Ethan's class but in shape. He had blonde short blonde hair which looked to be graying a little but it was hard for Ethan to tell due to the light blonde color of his hair. The girl, who was now laughing at whatever the guy had said, had the same hair only a tiny shade darker. The bone structure of her face also matched the man's a little so Ethan figured this was either her father or some other relative. Feeling his gaze the girl scanned the people around them still smiled until her eyes fell on him. Her smiled died as she froze staring at Ethan as he lathered up the washcloth in his hands. The man noticing her abrupt change in mood looked at her questioningly. He followed her gaze to Ethan who looked back at them impassively as he began to run the cloth over his arm. Soap, dirt, and soot that fell from his body remained in the water for two seconds before it vanished leaving the water clean and pristine. Ethan noted this absently, but still impressed with it, as he washed and continued to hold the girls gaze. It was the man who finally broke the eye lock calling the girls attention back to him. Ethan assumed from the curious and slightly hostile gazes from the older man that he was asking who Ethan was and if she had some kind of problem with him. The girl shook her head and spoke to the guy and turned her back to Ethan, she remained very tense though and Ethan could see it. The guy shot Ethan a glare that would have given him second degree burns if the guy could shoot lasers from his eyes. Ethan lifted one eyebrow in bafflement as he looked back into the guy's hostile glare. When Ethan didn't balk and break eye contact the guy moved toward him. It took the girl a few seconds to realize her companion was no longer there. She turned looking for him and when she saw where he was headed her face paled and stood displaying herself completely to Ethan's pleased stare. He drank her in as she rushed forward, too late to stop the man from reaching conversation distance with Ethan. She was average height, and probably weighted about a hundred and ten pounds Ethan guessed. She had small pert breasts probably an A-cup and she shave her pubes off completely. The sight made Ethan's mouth dry and he had to force his gaze back to the approaching man, who was not appealing at all, and not look back at her. "Do you have a problem," the guy asked. His voice was quiet and still firm not wanting to cause a problem to the people around them. "Not that I am aware of," Ethan replied, washing his chest now. "Your staring is making my daughter uncomfortable. By the great goddess Themis if you don't stop," the guy said and Ethan quickly cut in before this could degenerate into threat. He didn't want to start solving all of his problems with force or bribery. "It is my stare making your daughter uncomfortable. Look around there is plenty of guys looking at her standing there beside you," Ethan said. Sure enough with a quick glance around they saw over a dozen guys watching the girl's nubile body drip water. "Ask her if you don't believe me," Ethan continued. "Elaine," the guy said in question to the girl, who was now sitting in the water to hide from the watching eyes. "It wasn't him staring that made me uncomfortable, Daddy," she said confirming Ethan's words. "Well what is it then," her father demanded. Elaine let her head hang forward to hide her face and didn't answer. "I can tell you if you really want to know," Ethan said, still washing. "Well," Elaine's father demanded when Ethan didn't say anything else. "What's the answer worth to you," Ethan said with an evil smile. The man gritted his teeth and turned back to Elaine who was glaring at Ethan. "Tell me what's going this instant Elaine or you're grounded," he commanded. "I'm eighteen you can't ground me," she shot back angrily. "I suppose I can't but I can kick you out of the house," the guy replied. She looked startled for a moment then angrily gritted her teeth. "Fine, I made a bet with him this morning along with some of the other girls and we lost. Now we are pretty much his slaves for the next year starting today. I was worried about what he was going to make me do, that is why I was uncomfortable," Elaine explained. The guy opened his mouth to speak but Elaine continued and rolled right over him. "Also since you want me out of the house so much I'll be moving in with Tabitha tomorrow," Elaine said spitefully and stood and turned on her heel and marched off as fast as the two foot high water would let her. "You should have just taken my offer and given me something for the information old man," Ethan said and began rinsing the soap from his body having finished his cleaning while he watched the two of them bicker. The guy spun to face Ethan his face mottling red and purple in anger. "Don't bother threatening me; it is an exercise in futility. Your daughter has to obey my every command for the next year. You wouldn't want to make me angry now would you," Ethan said swiftly cutting off the man's tirade before it could begin. "You can't hold her to that bet or tell her what to do," the man blustered. "How sad, to see follower of Themis saying that it's okay for his daughter to welch on her deal simply because she made a bad one. Hopefully your daughter's word is a little more trustworthy. The man's face flushed to a dark purple almost a blue and his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. Without another word the man turned and stalked off following after Elaine with a little more speed. "You sure do make friends where ever you go," a familiar voice said behind him. He turned and came face to face with Rosa's black eyes. She sat in the water hiding most of her, but the tops of both of her tits were visible above the water as were her bare shoulders. "What can I say, it must be my godlike charm and winning personality," he shot back and she snorted in amusement. "Can't you go one day without making someone new want to pound your face in," she asked exasperatedly. "Actually probably not, I did make Elaine tense like that. Nor did I make her father come over here and make an ass out of himself. I don't go looking for fights but I will finish them. I don't back down and I rarely sugarcoat the truth as I see it," Ethan said. She shook her head and then let it roll back on her neck. Ethan's gaze hungrily raked her body as she lounged. So engrossed in studying her tanned flesh and curves that he didn't notice her raise her head and watch him as he devoured her with his eyes. He did notice her nipple harden and her breast seem to tighten. His gaze flicked to her face and he realized she had caught him staring at her. "You want to get out of here," she asked staring at his muscles chest. Her chest was lifting rapidly as the rate of her breathing increased and her cheeks flush with excitement. "Yes," Ethan said and stood. Rosa gasped as his fully erect cock nearly smacked her in the face and then nearly moaned when she saw its size. She stood and quickly followed him out of the water and towards the exit. Near the soap stack was a door for storing the supplies for the bathers. When they got near she grabbed his arm and whipped open the door and dragged him inside. She hit the light switch next to the door and pulled it closed behind her. Then she paused when no one immediately came in to scold them she launched herself at Ethan. Her mouth sought his and crushed against it with bruising force. Then she broke free turned away from him and bent over placing her hands on the wall. "Fuck me," she told him looking over her shoulder. He didn't need to be told twice and deftly positioned himself behind her. With one hard thrust he buried himself in her up to the hilt, his tip pressing almost painfully against the entrance to her womb. Her scream was muffled by her clenched jaw and Ethan didn't pause before withdrawing and ramming forward again. She grunted as he hit bottom and he began a rapid forceful thrusting. "Oh my god," she moaned as he increased his pace to as fast as he could while still maintaining the force of his thrusts. After five minutes or so he pulled out and spun here around to face him and pushed her back, up against the wall. He pulled her hips forward so she was leaning back against the wall and crouched slightly to position himself. Once he was situated he stood tall and she gasped as he filled her. She had to stand on her toe tips to reach the floor or he would have her held completely airborne. She gritted her teeth from the pleasure of gravity forcing her completely down onto his cock along with the fact that her clit was grinding against him. She could feel her finish coming and her breathing was coming fast and heavy, the beautiful breasts heaving with each labored intake of air. Ethan curled forward and ran his tongue in a long sensuous lick from the underside of her breast to the nipple, giving the nipple a quick flick. She jerked at the sensation and he pussy clenched tightly around him. Her orgasm was swiftly approaching and then Ethan bit down on her breast. She screamed in pleasure and pain as his teeth dug into the soft springy mound of her tit, and she exploded in release. Her pussy clamped down so hard Ethan felt like a fist had clutched him tightly. Rosa began to thrash on him, pounding her hips back and forth in a frenzy as her orgasm rode her. He groaned, his teeth releasing their grip on her as he lost control and came as well. He shuddered and rammed his hips forward pressing her harder into the wall, even though he was already buried as deep as he could possibly go. She whimpered at the sensations his movements evoked in her. "That was much better than I expected it would be," she said panting when she finally calmed down enough to speak. Ethan was slowly softening inside her and she was distracted by the small movement on her sensitive flesh. "You expected me to be bad at sex? Was I any good compared to your other lovers," Ethan asked. His only previous experience had been Sabina and his Mother and even though they said he was good they were bias. Sabina loved him and had no one to compare him to and his mother would never tell him the truth if she thought it might hurt his feelings. "I didn't mean it that way. I mean sex felt as good as I expected it to I've never had any other lovers," she explained. "Oh, sorry I just figured… With how beautiful you are and the fact that there was no blood, that you had experience," he said. She blushed looking at him and then blushed even deeper when the silence continued. "I have a few… toys," she said and embarrassed. "Oh," was all Ethan could think to reply. "That was fun thanks," she said and kissed him on the cheek before leaving the room. As she left Ethan could see his cum beginning to stream down her inner thigh and had to think very un-sexy thoughts to keep his cock from springing back to attention. After a few deep breaths he left the roof and headed for his locker. Rosa was already gone and he dressed and made it home without anything else unexpected happening.

Before you all ask I am still writing the other ones and will post when they are ready! Author's Note: This story is, for the most part, written in the first person from the perspective of the main character, Jeff. However when the need arises to tell a part of the story, in which Jeff isn't present, I will switch to third person, the narrator's view. The narrator is still Jeff relating a part of the story that was relayed to him at a later time. Also there is no sex in this one but will be in following chapters. Words between ' ' are thoughts. Ex.= 'I want pizza!' Monster U. Hi people my name is Jeff, well actually it is Jeffrey Blackwell but we'll just go with Jeff, and I am here to tell you monsters exist. Everything you've ever heard about things slithering in the dark from the Boogeyman to the Japanese Kitsune. Now I know you’re wondering if the monsters exist do the good guy angels, etc. They do, however they are not friendly nor are they all good but they are intensely beautiful. They are still monsters and like most of the hidden world they despise humanity. My advice, if you're human and you meet any creature or being that you think shouldn't exist and it doesn't kill you outright, turn around and run away as fast as you can and forget you saw anything. The unseen world has been hidden for a long time and if you start blabbing about whatever it was that you saw 'they' will pay you a visit and you might just forget what you saw or you could vanish never to be seen again. The unseen world has its own governing body which is split into four parts. Every continent and the oceans have been split into 'Sectors' presiding over each of these areas is a lord. The lord is almost always the most powerful monster in the area due to the fact that you can take the job by killing the previous lord. These lords answer to a Regent who is responsible for maintaining the peace in a large chunk of sectors, all of North America for example. In turn these Regents answer to The Council, aka. The Council of Sin due to the fact that each is given the title of one of the seven deadly sins to replace their names. The seven council members rule the unseen world with an iron fist and are answerable to only one being in all of existence. The Demon King, he is the only being able to order the council to his will. The last Demon King, Zakir, died nearly a hundred years ago and the Council rules until another rises to the throne. There aren't tons of requirements to be the Demon King but failure to succeed means death, even so many try every year. Alright now that you've got a little back story let's get this story rolling. It all started with an argument with my mother... "You're going," my mother, Mercy, stated with determination. The witch, I'm not insulting her she really is a witch honest to god witch flying broom and everything, put her hands on her hips and glared at me. She thought that the pose was intimidating and I had never had the heart to tell her with her diminutive body, four foot eleven, it just made her look adorable. "I am not," I shot back with just as much determination and crossed my arms over my chest. She didn't bat an eyelash but I am sure my pose with my much larger size, six feet even, was much more intimidating. "As long as you live under my roof," she began with that tired old line. "Fine," I said and she smiled misunderstanding me. "I'll move out by the end of the week," I said and the smiled dropped off her face and was replaced with alarm instead. "Sweetie, you have to go! Our family has been going for nearly a hundred generations, since the place was founded. You’re the descendent of the founder," she changed her tone to pleading once she realized that threats wouldn't work. The place she is talking about is Blackwell University, aka. Monster U., and is the place all good little monsters go after high school just before their powers jump to full power around nineteen years old. "I am not going I don't belong there! I am human," I said holding my arms out as if to give her a better view of my humanity. My mother had married a human, a highly unusual choice, and been exiled from her clan when she refused to break it off with my father. There are five major witch clans, each founded way back when, but we'll get into that later. "Even if you are," she said in a way making it sound like I was claiming I was master of the world,” you have to go." "Look even if I went, the main reason to go is to learn to control your abilities after they mature to full power. I don't have any powers so going there is a waste of my time so I am not going," I said with finality. She opened her mouth you argue further but a knock on the front door sounded and I took the chance to escape. Brandon stood on the other side of the door with a huge grin on his face when I opened the door. Brandon is a werewolf and my best friend, he and my mom make up the entirety of my family, or at least those I consider family. "Hey what’s-," I began before pain lanced up my spine and all of my muscles clenched in protest. The sensation wasn't something new, I suffered from these painful seizures from time to time, but it seemed to be worse than the last time. "Jeff," Brandon shouted in alarm and leapt forward to keep me from face planting on the floor. My mother hearing the distress in his voice hurried into the room and her gaze locked on me as I twitched in Brandon's grip. He was much stronger than me, much stronger than any human for that matter, and easily kept me upright. As a child I was injured somehow, my mother would just change the subject when I asked how so I eventually stopped trying, and these flashes of agony were a reminder of that injury. There were no marks on my back but the pain came regardless, and I just clenched my teeth and bore it. Except for the last year it had just become something I had to deal with, it had intensified and almost always when it came it crippled me temporarily. They laid me on the couch and my mother brushed her hand through my hair, tears in her pretty green eyes, and I writhed in pain for several minutes before it abated. When it was gone as just lay there panting and trying to recover from the episode. "So you all packed and ready to head out for Monster U.," Brandon asked as a way to fill the silence. "I'm not going," I replied my voiced strained and then sat up with a pained groan. My whole body ached as it usually did after one of my attacks. Brandon opened his mouth to say something, a surprised look on his face and he glance from my mother to me and decided to just stay quite. My mother didn't say anything this time but she wore the same determined look she had on earlier and her silence worried me. She was a powerful witch and I was pretty much powerless against her if she decided to force me I wouldn't be able to resist. I pushed the thought out of my mind preferring to believe that she would never do something like that; I should have listened to my instincts and made a run for as soon as she turned her back on me. "Honey, I'm making your favorite, Pizza, tonight so if you’re going out be back tonight," Mom said and I nodded. I rose unsteadily to my feet and once I was composed I motioned to Brandon and we headed out of the house, leaving my mother to her cooking. We hopped in his beat-up piece of crap of a car and we drove the 10 minute drive to the mall in silence. When we got there we got out and the mood lightened enough for Brandon to start talking again, he wisely didn't ask about my mother or the monster school. We just walked aimlessly around the mall talking or Brandon flirting with every female we passed. He was a hopeless flirt, he wasn't serious most of the time he just liked the women’s reactions to him. Age didn't matter, from girls just old enough to talk and their mothers to toothless old grannies, he'd stop and flirt and I would either stand there and listen, amused as he spoke, or browse the shops on either side of the corridor. He had come close to getting into many fights when he flirted with some pricks wife or girlfriend, but he could exude and air of menace when he desired and they quickly backed down and fled with said female in tow. We walked around the mall of several hours, Brandon flirting and actually receiving several girls’ numbers to which I just shook my head. One of them was even a hot mother with a daughter on her hip after that I decided it was time to head back. We walked out to his car and climbed back in, him talking animatedly about the MILF who just given him her number, and we pulled away. The ride home passed by in a flash, as he went on about everything he wanted to do to for, and with the hot mother and her large breasts. I just laughed at his outrageous claims, both of us knowing he would almost certainly never take her up on her offer. His parents would flip out and probably try to eat him, as his mother often threatened; if she found out he was actually involved in any way with a normal human. They only tolerated his friendship with me because my mother had threatened to turn them into rabbits and leave them that way when they began to give him grief for it. Upon entering the house the mouthwatering smell of pizza hit us, and we stopped and inhaled deeply. "Mom, we're back," I called. "Go wash up dinner is ready," she called back from the kitchen and we did as commanded quickly. "It smells delicious Mom," I said when I answered the kitchen and she handed me a plate to two slice of mushroom pizza that no pizzeria in the world could match. I was pretty certain she used some kind of magic to make it taste so much better than normal but I had once watched her make it and never saw a hint of her using her power. I took a big bite and the gooey extra cheese stretched between my mouth and the pizza in a strand as thick around as my pinky before I severed it with my teeth. "So good," Brandon moaned, after taking a seat beside the one I now occupied. Mom smiled at us before she turned to the sink and began cleaning the dishes occasionally looking over her shoulder at us. I finished my first slice and I was halfway through the second before dizziness washed over me, followed swiftly by tiredness. I set the pizza down in confusion and Brandon looked over in surprise, once I picked up a slice of my Mom's pizza it never got put back down. That last thing I remembered was his lips moving but I didn't hear whatever he said because I slipped into a deep sleep. That brings us to the present and I am currently groggy and pissed off but I know exactly what happened to me. I already know what I'll see before I open my eyes and I squeeze them shut hoping that if I don't look it will all go away. That maybe I fell and hit my head and that my mother didn't just fucking drugged me and put me on a bus to my idea of a living hell. That hope is shattered however when the bus hits a pot hole and my head bounces off the window pane it is resting on. I groan but the dizziness and lethargy are rapidly fading and my anger and the feeling of betrayal is growing to replace it. I open my eyes and look around, and the bus is pretty nice with plush seats and a bathroom at the back. The bus is packed with teens headed for the school and is quite noisy as they try to speak over each other. Outside the window it is pitch black as the bus travels through dimensional walls to reach the school, which only reachable by this bus. With a sigh I lean my head back against the window and resign myself to the fact that until the holiday trip home I will be stuck at the school, doesn't mean I have to go along with it like a good little peon though. Brandon is in the seat next to me snoring away and I decide to let him sleep, and it is only then that I notice the foil wrapped plate in my lap. I lift the foil off and the smell of freshly baked peanut butter cookies wafts out from inside. The smell is mouthwatering but I haven't forgotten what happened that last time I ate my mother's cooking, and I am just about to close it when a pretty face pokes up above the seat in front of me. "Are those peanut butter," she asked hopefully and gives me puppy dog eyes. I smile and nod at her before handing her the entire plate of cookies. "Here you go just share with anyone else who wants one," I tell her and she grins at me before sitting back down. I am pretty sure these aren't drugged since there would be no purpose since I am already on the bus and I watch as everyone around who heard me say share holds out a hand for the cookies. Pretty soon they are gone and the girl’s head pops back above the seat. "Here this was on the bottom of the plate, under the cookies," she says and hands me an envelope with my name scrawled across the front in my mother's neat handwriting. Seeing it makes me both sad and furious at the same time and I crumple the note into a ball and jam it into my pocket. The girl watches in silence before offering me another smile and then sits back down and I settle in to fume in silence for the rest of the ride. As the bus trundles on the hum of engine and sway eventually lulls me into a half-sleep but I wake the instant the bus stops and look out the windows. We are park in front of a building with white marble Greek columns like you could find on most colleges and everything looks pretty normal. Everyone stands and begins gathering their stuff and trying to get off the bus. I wake Brandon and then lean back waiting for the majority of the others to exit not wanting to get caught in the crush of bodies. When the bus is mostly empty Brandon and I stand and he grabs two bags from the overhead luggage rack and hands me one and I follow him off the bus. "Your other luggage will be taken to your rooms," the bus driver says to us as we step off the bus then he re boarders and drives around the side of the building down a small road barely big enough to accommodate the bus. The building is so wide from our position we can't see anything passed it and behind us is only the road we drove in on and forest for as far as I can see. "Did you eat all of those cookies already," Brandon asked with a whine. "No," I reply shortly. He must still be half asleep because he misses the obvious clue to drop the subject in my tone. "I bet you did," he says. "Actually I didn't eat any of them, I gave the entire plate away," I replied. His brain must have finally clicked on because the teasing tone drops from his voice but he still doesn't let it drop. "Did you get the letter," he asks and I nod. "Well what did it say," he asks irritating me. I pulled the crumpled note from my pocket and thrust it at him, and he takes it his eyes widening in surprise. "Why didn't you read it," he asks. "Because I don't care what it says," I reply through gritted teeth. "You know she loves you right," he asks softly staring down at the balled letter with a sad look. "She has a funny way of showing it," I shoot back and begin following the others as they head inside but he grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop. I stare at his hand gripping my arm until he lets it fall back to his side, because there is no way I can escape by brute force, before I look up at him. "She must have had a good reason," Brandon begins but I cut him off before he can go any further. "Stop! DO NOT defend her, there is no reason good enough for drugging me," I say hissing out the last two words. He doesn't have a reply and I turn and head inside and he follows, silently, behind me. The room we enter is decorated in plush furniture with the focus being a large wooden desk in the middle of the room. Sitting behind the desk is a brunette who, even sitting, is tall and intimidating. She is dressed in a very business-like suit and her massive chest strains against the fabric of the coat. After an initial glance I find myself uninterested though, it is probably the air of menace that surrounds her. Several of the others either don't sense what I do or they simply don't care and are staring in wonder and lust at her tits. She had a pretty face with brown eyes but her looks were completely negated by the severe frown pulling down the corners of her mouth. "I am Ms. Scorn, form a line in front of the desk. When you reach the front give me your name and I will give you your class schedules and room assignments," Ms. Scorn ordered and everyone quickly steps into line. I am last with Brandon just in front of me and the girl on the bus, who I had given the cookies, in front of him. The line moved along at a steady pace with a small pause, which became shorter as the stack of papers got smaller, each time Ms. Scorn had to look through her stack of papers for the current person's information. "Whitney ______," the girl from the bus says. She says an actual last name but I can't even pronounce it let alone spell it. Brandon steps forward and received his info which happens to be the last paper Ms. Scorn is holding. Confused, I still step forward and do as ordered. "Jeffrey Blackwell," I say and she nods. "I don't have a schedule for you Mr. Blackwell the Dean would like to see you. I assume he will be the one giving it to you," she informs me and I nod. I wait for her to tell me how to get to the Dean's office but she is silent so I just stand there in the awkward silence as the group of people who already received their info stands off to the side watching. After several moments when it becomes apparent that I am not going to speak her frown deepens. "Is there something else you need Mr. Blackwell," she demands, snottily. "Directions to the Dean's Office would be helpful, unless you would like me to just wander around aimlessly until I find it? I'm sure I will in a day or two when I've got the free time," I respond answering her attitude with one of my own. She maybe a supernatural being that could break me like a tooth pick but that didn't mean I was going to take shit from her. Her cheeks tinged pink with either embarrassment or anger at the comment, or at the snickers from the watching teens. "Go through the door on the left side of the room and you'll find his office at the end of the hall," she said her voice clipped and hostile. "Thanks," I say and head for the left side of the room, away from where the others are congregated. On the other side of the door is a hallway lined with several doors, all closed, with a set of wooden double doors at the end of the hall. I head for the double doors, walking past gold gilded picture frames holding portraits of people I don't know. When I reach to door I knock and wait for an answer but instead it swings open to reveal the room beyond. The room is decorated in matching furniture to the waiting room except in front of the desk in this room there are two comfy looking chairs. Behind this desk sits an old man, who bears a striking resemblance to Mr. Miagi and I have to restrain myself from bowing and saying 'Good afternoon sensei'. "Come in Mr. Blackwell I've been expecting you," the Dean says and gestures me forward with the wave of a hand, he even sounds like Mr. Miagi. "Your mother has spoken to me of your... difficulties," the dean began as soon as I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "You mean the where I am entirely a normal human other than the fact that my mother is a witch," I clarify not positive what he was talking about. "Hold out your hand," he ordered instead of replying. I hesitate for a moment but do as I am told and extend my hand, palm upwards, to him. He places his hand below mine, the palm of his hand barely contacting the back of my hand, and stares at my palm. At first nothing happens then I feel heat begin to spread through my hand and suddenly and orb of fire is floating an inch above my palm. I stare amaze that it isn't burning me with how close it is to my skin, I open my mouth to speak but before I can it hits me. Like a bolt of lightning pain pierced my spine and my hand was ripped away from the old man’s grasp. The ball of fire drops into my palm and sears the skin before I managed to drop it, still writhing in agony. The dean leaps around the desk and with a wave of his hand the fire goes out; he stands there watching as the pain shoots through me. "That pain your feeling isn't from and old injury. That is a binding spell on your powers and every time you try to use them either consciously or sub-consciously you are warned to stop by the pain. Through training you will be able to overcome this block and break the spell. You will be training with me until the block is destroyed," he says as the pain begins to subside. "I will let you rest for today but tomorrow we begin trying to remove your block," the dean said and easily lifted me by my shoulder to my feet. My legs are unsteady and it feels as if I am going to topple in a moment but I manage to keep my feet under me. He dismisses me and gives me a map of the campus with my room clearly marked out. "Jeff," he calls and I turn back. "Don't try to leave the campus, nobody can get on or off without my permission." My body aches from the residual pain and I shamble along, not bothering to look at the campus around me, headed for my bed. I finally reach my room and find that even though there are two beds in the room my things are the only belongs here. I sigh in gratefulness, and examine the burned palm of my hand, that I get the room to myself and walk over and fall onto one of the beds. Within moments I am asleep and I sleep peacefully until nightfall. The last dying rays of the sun shining in my eyes is what wakes me and I rise out of bed groggily and use the bathroom across the hall. After I am finished I go back to my room and begin unpacking my things and discover my camping pack is here. I spent a year as a boy scout and found a love of camping, after that Brandon and I spent weeks camping out in different forests living off the land. Mom must have just grabbed whatever and thrown it into the bus before loading me on. As I unpack my clothes my thoughts turn back to yesterday and I shudder at the prospect of ever even seeing the Dean again. To have the pain come occasionally is one think but to force it to manifest is torturous and cruel. I sit there trying to think of a way out of this, anyway out of this, and my gaze falls back to the camping pack and an idea forms. With a grin a gather five sets of clothes, underwear, and ten pairs of socks and stuff them into my already packed camping bag. I actually have several camping bags for different occasions and this one is what I like to call the 'Luxury Bag' do to it containing many items not necessary to survival in the wild but enhance the comfort of doing so. This bag is actually heavier than the others but I can and have hiked miles through thick woods with it on my back. There is no one in the hall when I open the door and I hurry down the hall and out into the descending night. Darkness is rapidly taking control of the sky and there is not a single person outside as I walk quickly towards the tree line. Once I get under cover they won't be able to track me, at least not for three days or so. They can't scry me, scrying is a type of magical viewing of something, because my mother has spelled all of my camping gear against such magical tracking as a protection measure. My mother could track me off the signature of her own spells but she isn't here. My boots are spelled to mask my scent so no dangerous wild animal will come across my trail and begin hunting me. A werewolf in full wolf form could overcome the minor enchantment in the boots and follow me but the first day of the full moon aren't for three days. Werewolves follow a three day cycle with the moon, the day before the full moon, the day of the full moon, and the day after the full moon. During the day before and the day after the full moon any Were animal can freely shift back and forth between human, the night of the full moon every shifter is forced to change into, and stay, in their animal forms until dawn of the following day. I had three days until the first day of the full moon began and I was going to put as much space between me and the school as possible. ***********************************Narrator's View************************************ "How the hell could you lose him? He's been there for less than a full day," Mercy demanded, her voice easily carrying her displeasure through the phone line. "I have all available staff out searching for him. We believe he slipped into the forest shortly after nightfall. We weren't aware he was missing until he didn't show up for training this morning," the Dean informed her. Mercy sighed in disbelief and rested her forehead against the wall while gathering her thoughts. "Why did he head off into the forest? He obviously wouldn't have been happy to be there, considering everything I had to do to get him there. That doesn't explain why he would head off into the wilderness the higher probability is he'd just lock himself into his room and refuse to leave," Mercy asked thinking out loud. The absolute silence on the other end of the phone is what drew her out of her own thoughts and back into the conversation. "Well," she demanded when the Dean didn't speak. "I informed him of his curse as we agreed and informed him he would be receiving training to break that block," the Dean finally said. Mercy could tell he was withholding information and her irritation was beginning to become anger. "Please put Savana on the phone, since she was the one to be teaching him," Melody asked and there was another silence. "Savana isn't his instructor, I am," the Dean said. Mercy stood up straight her back stiff as a board and her breath whistled in with a hiss. "That is not what we agreed," Mercy growled. "We decided that his best chance at success would be under my supervision," the Dean replied frostily. "We decided? Who is we," she demanded, her voice deceptively calm while her kitchen light flashed on and off rapidly as her temper rose and her power began to fill the room. The Dean did not answer and Mercy spoke a single word of power filled with all of her anger. The spell winged across the distance and the dimensions that separated them in an instant and slammed like a semi into the Dean. He opened his mouth to scream in terror as the minor compulsion charm took root in his body and her will slowly superimposed itself over his. He was unable to move or scream or drop the phone, he could only stand and silently scream inside his own skull while she took him over. "Now who is we," Mercy asked her voice velvety and filled with the promise of pain if she was crossed. "The Blackwell family," he said unable to control his tongue. "What did you do to my son," the icy threat in her tone made him shiver and he fought against the compulsion. He choked as he fought not to answer but he gave in after a several minute of struggle when his vision began to dim from the lack of oxygen. "I used my abilities to guide his into manifesting a small fireball," the Dean croaked and gasped in air, the choking sensation vanishing as soon as he answered. He was on his knees, although he couldn't remember falling, and he picked himself back up. The phone was lying at his feet and the silence he heard from it was terrifying then if Mercy had started screaming. Then he felt it, someone was trying to open a dimensional gate way into the school grounds. He grinned and will the barriers into place cutting off the teleport spell and bent and picked up the phone. "Mercy you know better, no one can break into this school," he gloated. "Fucking son of a bit...*crack*," with a sound like lightning crashing resounding over the phone and the call cut off. He grinned as he replaced the receiver in the cradle and took a seat behind his desk. His grinned abruptly vanished when another teleport spell tried to get into the school, however this time it wasn't dispelled. The spell couldn't get through but it applied steady pressure to the barriers, it wasn't nearly enough to bring the barriers down though. He leaned back dismissing the feeling until he felt a second teleport spell, identical to the first, begin pressing against the barrier. Worry filled the dean as more and more of the spells appeared and sweat was beading on his forehead. He sent out a summons to the Blackwell clan asking for aid and sat concentrating on holding the barriers in place. "Well Mercy, if you break in before your kin arrive I lose and I win if you fail," the Dean muttered and sat back and concentrated. *******************************Blackwell Compound************************************ "Martin, he is calling for aid," Paul Sander, the Blackwell family butler, said as he hurried into the room and paused at the sight that greeted him. Martin Blackwell pulled his headed from between the girl’s thighs when she squeal in alarm and pulled a sheet over herself. Martin looked up at the girl in question but when he found her looking passed him he turned and scowled when he saw Paul. "What is it now," he demanded. "The Dean of Blackwell University has called for aid. Apparently Mercy has found out about the Dean's deception and is sieging the school. Also he seems to have misplaced your cousin," Paul explained. "What the hell does he expect us to do about it? We are not his body guards and, even if Mercy's power is diminished at the moment, she could crush us unless the majority of the clan mobilized. You know they won't all do it many of them were unhappy with her expulsion from the clan. Furthermore I don't see what possible use the Dean can be to us when he couldn't even keep track of a powerless boy. Let Mercy have him if she can breach the school's wards, the plan to have that fool draw out the boy's power was my father's not mine," Martin ordered and began to turn back to the girl hiding beneath his bed sheets. "Your father will not be pleased with this," Paul warned. "Well that is too bad, isn't it? I told the old man that his plan was doomed to failure by relying on that weakling. If he wants it to succeed then he can go fix it himself I am not his lackey," Martin snarled and stared at Paul until he bowed and left the room. Martin turned back to the bed and ripped the sheet from her grasp and grinned down at her when she squealed playfully. **************************************Jeff******************************************** The forest around the campus was pretty much what you see in every forest. Trees of every kind and some I didn't recognize stretched on into the distance, and it was nearly pitch black. During the day due the thick foliage overhead I figure it will probably be dim in the cover of the trees but at night I couldn't see a foot in front of my face after leaving the light of the campus behind. I took my pack off and unzipped a small side pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Yes, I said sunglasses. You've probably seen those sunglasses where the tinting darkens and lessens depending on the light; well these do that plus some. They have been spell to recognize the darkness levels and magically allow the wearer to see regardless of day or night. I slipped them on and the forest around me came into view as if it was high noon and the leaves were no barrier to the light. After settling the glasses on my face I picked up my pack and set off into the trees away from the school at a brisk walk. As I walked I caught glimpses of movement but did not get a good view of whatever was out in the dark foliage, it left me in peace and I returned the favor. I walked all through the night and stopped by a small stream for a breakfast of beef jerky and stream water. After I finished the small meal I sat just enjoying cooling breeze along the stream for a while before grabbing my pack and heading upstream, which slowly angled away from the direction I'd come. Midafternoon I came to beautiful lake formed by a spring, the water was so clear you could see the bottom even at its deepest. There were tons of fish darting beneath the surface and I decided this would be my campsite. I set up my tent and gathered some wood for a small fire, there was plenty lying around, that I started with a lighter from my pack. Then I pulled a small collapsible fishing rob for the pack and assembled it and sat on a rock ledge protruding over the water and waited. While the heat was oppressive, a cooling breeze constantly rose off the water keeping me relatively comfortable but soon I stripped of my shirt to let the wind caress my skin directly. I sighed in contentment and relaxed until a vicious tug on the line nearly jerked the pole from my grip. I pulled back and stood and began fighting with my dinner and sweat began to bead my skin. Twenty minute later I stood triumphantly over my prize, a trout long enough to reach from my finger tips to my elbow, and panted at the exertion. The fish had been a tough catch and had nearly cost me my pole twice more after the initial surprise. I pulled out my knife and beheaded, gutted, and filleted the fish there on the mostly flat rock. I tossed the remains of the fish towards the trees for the animals and was surprised when a fox ran out and snatched up the offering and darted back into the trees. "You’re welcome," I called into the trees with a chuckle and taking the fillets, four altogether since I cut the two large ones in half, back to my camp. My fire was low and close to dying but a few sticks and it was crackling happily once more. As I was settling into to begin cooking the fire light reflected back from the edge of the wood and I looked over. The fox from earlier was watching and it wasn't alone two small kits sat beside the larger staring hungrily at the fish he was preparing. With a sigh I looked down at my fish then with a shrug I stood, the foxes darted back into the cover of the tress. I left the one fillet I was slow cooking in my small frying pan and took the three raw fillets and set them on a rock, less than a foot from where the foxes had been standing watching him. I washed my hands in the lake and returned back to my fire with no sign of my furry visitors. However once my fish was finished and I began eating a noise drew my gaze to the rock with the fish and I gaped. The larger fox sat watching me while seven smaller foxes ranging from tiny enough to fit into my palm to nearly the size of the bigger fox ripped into the fish. "That is quite a few mouths to feed," I said to it, I decided it was their mother. She looked back at her litter then lay down and put her head on her paws, as if say 'You have no idea.'. After her kits had licked the rock clean of any trace of fish they melted back into the trees. When I finished my meal I sat sharpening the of a sturdy four foot stick so I could try spear fishing in the morning. When I finished I packed all of my supplies in my tent and put out my fire before going inside. I slept soundly that night warm in my comfortable, padded, sleeping bag and rose the next morning refreshed. Today the sky was over cast and I was just pulling my fishing gear and handmade spear from my tent when I heard thrashing in the underbrush and squeals that sounded like a pig. Curious and wary about predator this close to my camp I hurried towards the noise and found the source as soon as I enter the trees. I was wrong it was a boar not a pig and it was fighting with the larger fox from yesterday. Neither seemed to notice my presence as the fox nimbly avoided the boar’s charges and being impaled on the larger creature’s tusks. It was then that I noticed one of the tiny foxes whimpering on the ground, with a gash down its side near its flank. I hefted my spear and waited until the boar was facing off to my right and I leapt forward thrusting the spear at its eye. It jerked its head back in alarm at my sudden appearance which made me miss the eye. The spear however nailed it in the throat and with my body weight behind it punched through the other side and pinned it to the ground. It struggled mightily but the stick was solid and pinned on its side as it was it had no leverage to bring more of its strength to bear. After a few minutes its struggles slowed and finally ceased and I fell to my knees in the growing pool of blood. After a moment to collect myself I moved toward the larger fox that was inspecting her little one. She made a growling sort of yip at me as I approached and I stopped but was close enough to see the wound now that she had licked the blood away. I wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I sighed glad the little fox would make it. I looked back at the boar before a bent and sliced its stomach open so the foxes had been access and walked away. I grabbed it fishing gear and decided that I'd try spear fishing some other time with a different stick. That day I didn't see the foxes at all and I explored the surrounding area while avoiding going near the carcass of the boar. "Time to head back," I said absently to myself looking up into the twilight sky. I walked back to my tent and just as I closed the zipper the pain struck and I cried out. I writhed on the floor of my tent as fire ran up my spine and my head felt like it would explode. When the pain abated, I lay there panting in pain and fell into sleep, not even making it to my sleeping bag. The next morning I was sore everywhere and I took a bath in the lake while the family of foxes watched me curiously. "You bunch of peeping toms," I called to them and the big one just cocked her head to the side and stared at me. I explored some more before I caught three fish for lunch/dinner and left the two biggest, nearly as long as my arm but didn't put up as much fight as that first trout, on the foxes' table, as I had taken to calling the rock where it left their food. After I was done eating I began packing up my things and by the time night fell I was on my way following a stream on the other side of the lake. I waved at the fox even though I couldn't see her and hurried off away from the sound of wolves howling. I didn't run at first I just walked fast saving my energy for when it was needed to escape if I could. A few hours of this rapid march had my calves screaming but the baying of the wolves was growing closer. Another hour later I could hear the echoes of their movements behind me as they entered a small valley I had just cleared; now I began to run. I am not the fastest runner out there but I can run for a while and whoever was tailing the wolves was slowing their progress and I built a sizable lead before a slowed once again to a brisk walk to rest my legs. My muscles were becoming rubbery from over exertion and I knew I could out run them much longer. I turned up an animal path into the rocks as it ascended a stony hillock upon which a gigantic rock sat, from the top I could see the university. Somehow during my flight they'd herded me toward the school without my noticing. With a grunt of self-deprecation I took a step toward the other side of the hill to descend and a familiar growling yip grabbed my attention. I spun and stared in confusion at a cave door that led into the big rock that hadn't been there before and standing in front of it yipping at me was the mother fox I had never expected to see again. When she saw me watching her she turned and vanished into the cavern without a backwards glance and after a moment of hesitation I followed her inside. The cave was like the inside of a tower with roughhewn stairs following the curve of the wall all the way down to the floor a hundred feet below. "Following a fox into a hole in the ground where you will be cornered when they come isn't a good idea," I muttered to myself under my breath but didn't turn back. There was no way I could out run them and this cavern might give me a chance at escape, though I didn't see how. The cave was pitch black and I would have been stumbling around or fallen on my face due to the uneven ground if not for my glasses. The fox maintained a several foot lead, always out of arms reach, and I silently prayed she was leading me towards an exit. After ten minutes of trekking through the dark underground the cavern widened out into a large chamber. The chamber was lit by a massive bonfire in the center of the room that was burning without any fuel to keep it going. I immediately tense and prepared to dodge if an attack came and them I waited. Other than the magical fire there was a table, chair, and a square block that could have been a table. All of the furniture was carved from the rock of the room and didn't look very comfortable. "Be at ease mortal I will not harm you," a throaty female voice proclaimed. My head jerked back to stare at the beautiful woman who was now occupying the chair that had been empty a moment ago. Although woman wasn't exactly correct, she was a kitsune. The female fox yipped at her then left the room through on of the various tunnel entrances that dotted the walls. The kitsune had red gold hair as long as she was tall and fox ears that poked through on top of her head that twitched with every sound. She also had a mass of tails behind her that were bushy, the same color as her hair, and soft looking, I tried to count them but because of their almost constant movement it was difficult but I think there were six. The rest of her was the most captivating woman he'd ever seen and openly gawked at her, she simply gave him a soft smile as he studied her. Her chest was large but not comically so, her waist small, and her hips flaring out from her waist into legs that looked smooth and supple. She was wrapped in some kind of rode like dress that I for the life of me couldn't remember the name of. "The garment is a kimono," she said her voice soft and throaty. "Did you just read my mind," I asked and she nodded. 'Don't think pervert thoughts,' I commanded myself in my head. But of course as soon as I thought of it erotic scenarios began running around in my skull of the beautiful fox, demon? Spirit? naked and on her hands and knees. I pushed the image out of my head only to have it replaced by the kitsune straddling my hip, impaled on my cock, as the girl from the bus who I had given the cookies to, sat on my face. I closed my eyes and began doing as complicated math problems in my head and the images were pushed out. The kitsune was laughing delicately as I struggled with my own subconscious. "Do not worry mortal many who have been in my presence have desired me, both male and female. I do not find their attraction offensive," the kitsune stood. She was tall, taller than my six feet and that wasn't even counting the ears. I didn't respond but I stop the math problem and just let the fantasies run their course. "My cousin says you helped you and her little ones out," the kitsune said nodding toward the tunnel where fox had vanished. "I barely did anything," I replied and shrugged. "You fed them when they were hungry and you saved at least some of them from death. I will offer you two things anything within my power," the kitsune said. I thought for a moment before opening my mouth to speak but she interrupted me before I could say anything. "You're already guaranteed a way out to where depends on what else you ask for," the kitsune said. "Can you get rid of a binding spell? If not do you know someone who could? Without killing me or torturous pain," I asked her hopefully. "Let me see it," she said tapping a curious finger against her lush lips. "See what," I asked ignoring the obvious fantasy of dropping my pants for her to see 'it' and she smirked having picked up the thought. "The spell obviously," she shot back. I looked at her confused and she sighed in exasperation. "Where does it hurt when your power tries to manifest," she asked. "My back," I replied. "Lose the shirt and let me see," she said and ran her tongue over lips, moistening them. I know she did it on purposed from her satisfied smile when my or sexed imagination kicked into over drive at the sight of her little pink tongue. I hesitated for a moment but shrugged off my pack and pulled my shirt over my head and turned around so she could see. Her breath hissed out in what I took to be appreciation at the something but I looked over my shoulder with a mirror from my pack but couldn't see a thing. "What is it," I asked curiously. She looked into my eyes for a moment then reached out and ran a finger down my back. I shivered and goose bumps ran across my skin but down my spine ran a long string of black characters that shimmered and twisted so that my eyes couldn't focus on them. As soon as she pulled her hand back they vanished from sight once more. "I cannot remove that it is too strong and my specialty is not witch magic. However I can insulate you from its effects, a little, so the pain you feel will no longer be crippling and I can tell you what can help you. But I warn you that if you manage to remove that binding power is almost never the answer to happiness," she said. I nodded my understanding of the warning and she sighed and turned back to the table were an ornate knife and goblet now sat glinting in the fire light. "Come, drink," she commanded and grabbed the knife and cut a small cut in her palm and blood pooled into the goblet. My stomach flipped in protest at the thought but I did as she commanded and lifted the goblet to my lips. I was surprised when the blood touched my tongue because is tasted like the best cup of hot chocolate I'd ever had and I greedily drained the glass and licked my lips. I saw her looking at me amused and I flushed my face feeling like it was on fire, so I knew I was really red. "I am glad you like how I taste, what is your second request," she asked. "Um... I don't really know what to ask for," I said. "May I decide what you boon shall be then," she asked mischievously I nodded my agreement. She grinned at me and her teeth were pointed but they made her look cute instead of scary and she snapped her fingers. Suddenly then was another kitsune in the room they looked identical to me except this new kitsune had seven tails and was shackled, and naked. I wondered if all kitsune were identical or if these two were just related somehow. "I have decided on your sentence traitor. You who have been selling the lesser of our kind to demons as slaves in return for power are to be bonded into slavery for eternity or until your death as well. You are bound to serve him anyway he commands are the bound to protect him no matter the cost to yourself unless such action goes against one of his commands. Upon his death if you've survive you will be compelled to seek out his oldest child or closest living relative," the kitsune declared and the shackles shimmered and sank into the naked kitsune's flesh. She winced as the shackles vanished and tattoos appeared in their place around wrist but she didn't cry out or protest. She sat silently glaring at the other kitsune with hatred. "What will you call her," the first kitsune asked. 'Call her? I don't even know what to call you and I've known you longer,' I thought but wisely kept my smart-ass mouth shut, not that it helped any. "You may call my Nalya," the first kitsune said. "I don't know about this, I don't approve of slavery," I said staring down at the naked kitsune before raising my eyes to Nalya's. "In general we do not either and even if we did we would normally never let a mortal hold one of us so. However we cannot imprison her and we cannot kill her, it is against our laws even one like her, and the longer she remains with us the greater her chances of escape or release become," Nalya explained studying the other kitsune with disgust in her eyes. "I guess I'll call her Fay but how the hell am I supposed to explain a naked kitsune following me around," I asked after several minutes of thoughts and sighed. "You can order her to change into a fox and have her walk beside you like a pet," Nalya said with a vicious grin on her face. "Um okay, change into a fox you're very distracting like that," I told Fay. She looked up at me with an expression that I didn't really understand and then she was a fox, sitting there and looking up at me. The fur around her around paws where the tattoos’ were was a brilliant red but other than that her fur was the same color as her hair was when she was human. "If you go down that tunnel you'll come to a large cavern. In the cavern you'll find a woman who can remove that spell the only question is whether she will or not. You had better hurry if you want to make it there in time," she said, pointing at one of the tunnels before she vanished. She was gone before I could ask her what would happen if I didn't make it in time, so I looked down at the sitting fox and shrugged. "Well I guess we had better hurry," I said and hurried to the tunnel and began jogging after I had my pack securely in place again. Fay ran at my side although I am sure she could have out distanced me easily. After nearly an hour I was once again beginning to feel the exhaustion from the chase through the woods which only piled on top of my jogged and me moving slowly. We rounded a bend in the tunnel and suddenly we were standing on a shelf along the side of a small cave, maybe fifteen feet up. At the center of the small cave just beneath the ledge were three men surrounding a woman and they lunged forward and grabbed her arms securing her. The third man rammed his fist into her gut and she cried out in pain then laughed at him, for which he backhanded her. He was talking to her but I couldn't hear what they were saying, but when he pulled out a long wicked looking knife I decided I had to act. Nalya said 'she' would be able to remove the spell and that was the only woman I could see. I dropped my heavy bag over the knife wielding man and leapt down so my feet hit the shoulders of the other at the same time. The weight of my pack drove the knife wielder to his knees and the knife flew from his grasp to clatter along the floor. The one I landed on crumpled beneath my weight and there was a loud thwack when his skull hit the floor, and then there was another crack when I tried to roll with the fall and my shoulder hit a protruding rock causing a bone to break. I'm not really sure which one it was that broke since my mind went numb with the pain. I still managed to complete the roll though I staggered and nearly fell again but I managed not to fall over. I gritted my teeth against the pain and slowly turned my head just into to see the girl dispatch her would be assailant by snapping his neck. She looked around and saw me on my feet and raised an eyebrow in question as Fay nimbly hopped from the ledge above and sat beside me. "We should probably go before they get back up," the girl stated her tone saying she was going whether I went with her or not. "My pack and I don't think the one you dealt with is going anywhere," I replied. She reached down and grabbed my pack with one arm easily slinging it over her shoulder. "Their vampires," she said as she passed and to punctuate her words the guy with the broken neck moaned in pain the other two were still motionless. "Well then what are we still doing here," I asked and hurried after her as she led the way out of the cave. I studied her as we walked; she was average height maybe 5'5" and had medium length brown hair that hung straight down her back. My arm throbbed with every step and I tried to keep it as immobile as possible but I was able to endure it as he moved down the tunnel. I could see light a head and we picked up the pace to almost a job when it came into view. I was panting by the time we reached the entrance to the tunnel and stepped through into what looked like a basement. The girl dropped my pack and pulled a metal door that looked like a giant sever lid over the tunnel and it locked into place with a lock that fit into the center of the circle and released three bars into bracket in the ceiling, floor, and walls sealing it into place. I sat down on an old dusty love seat and pant while she worked and when she was finished she turned to me. "Who are you," she asked bluntly. "Who are you and what are you? That doors got to weigh at least a ton and you moved it without a problem," I shot back. "I am Savana and I am a vampire, and you are," she pressed. Fay moved close to my side when she stated her undead status as if to protect me if she made the wrong move. "I am Jeff. What were you doing in that cave with those guys," I asked. "They were challenging me," she said and studied my with knowing eyes. "For what," I demanded just grinned in response. "Your Jeffrey Blackwell, you know the Dean is looking for you," she said. I tried not to react but I must have reacted somehow because she smiled a knowing smirk and I said nothing. "Maybe I'll turn you in, I am sure the Dean would reward me well for finding you," she said and took a step forward. I couldn't tell if she was joking or not but I'd see how fast she was and couldn't risk her getting any closer. "Fay," I said and without further need for command Fay was once again in her mostly human form and standing between Savana and I. Flames danced along Fay's finger tips as she stood ready for my command to attack. Savana leapt back in surprise at Fay's sudden appearance and watched her cautiously for several moments. My shoulder throbbed got stronger and I grunted in pain but managed to stay focus on the two females before me. "Fay how good of a healer are you," I asked breathlessly as I struggled not to pass out now that the adrenaline wasn't helping me cope with the agony. She reached back without taking her eyes from Savana laid a flaming hand on her shoulder. The pain spiked and the world went red, then white, and finally returned to normal focus and the pain drained away as if some had pulled the plug. I sighed in relief as the world came back into focus and I experimentally rotated my arm and grinned when I felt not even a twinge. "Thanks," I said to Fay but she didn't reply and I let it drop. I looked around the room and aside from assorted boxes, covered and uncovered furniture, and the round door the only thing in the room was a stair case leading up. A thunderous boom shook the building and the ground and I stumbled forward pressing into Fay's naked back as she remained upright, unmoving, and eyes locked on Savana who only seem slightly unbalance. I looked up to make sure the ceiling wasn't going to cave in or anything but it seemed sound enough. "I think we should go from this place," Fay said. It was the first time I had heard her speak and her words came out soft and drawn out as if she had to work to form them correctly. "The hunter will be drawn here by the commotion," she continued and I nodded and grabbed my pack from the floor where Savana had dropped it. "Where will you go? You can't hide in the forest forever," Savana asked. "If you wish I can take you back to the mortal realm," Fay said, answering Savana's question but talking to me. For the first time the indolent, uncaring expression dropped from Savana's face and was replaced with alarm, maybe even fear. "You can't! The binding spell isn't strong enough to contain your powers any longer it will kill you soon," she blurted out and my attention went from the ceiling above us to lock onto her face. I stared at her, she had known all along who I was and why I had come here. If what she said was true, I did need the spell gone but what was her game? "What do you know about it," I asked. "Not much," she replied tried to compose herself. I walked backward toward the stairs, away from her, and Fay followed my every step with a matching one. "I can remove it, but there will be a price," she said and I stopped moving. I considered her offer, I needed it gone and it was fair to ask for something in return for services rendered. "What is the price," I asked warily. "You may not return to the mortal realm without my or the Dean's permission," she said. "The dean will never give me permission," I replied just before another boom rocked the world around me. "I don't think it will be the same Dean," Savana said looking up at the ceiling. "Fine," I said and Fay stepped out from between us. Savana was behind me in a flash and I felt her fangs sink deep into my neck. I tried to jerk my head forward but she wrapped an arm around my face to halt me. Her superhuman strength held me immobilized so I did the only thing I could think of to fight back. The arm that was securing my head was directly in front of my mouth, since she bit me I returned the favor sinking my teeth in until I could taste her blood. ********************************Narrator View******************************** The Dean's face was pouring sweat and he was silently cursing the all of the Blackwell family as he maintained the schools defenses. He was awed and terrified by the relentless display of power Mercy wielded and she was only at half power. Thousands of teleport spells drilled at the schools overlaying shield and he knew that if she had been at full power he wouldn't have lasted through the first day. Three days of relentless pressure and the shield was at the breaking point, he could feel it. The schools defenses were constructed by a Blackwell and were never meant to keep one out, let alone with stand the attack of one without another inside to bolster the defenses. What cost him everything was something small a simple slip in attention. There was a knock on his office door and his focus wavered slightly with his surprise, but it was enough. One of the spells punched through with a boom the shook the entire school on its foundations a hole ripped open in the fabric of reality inside the Dean's office. He started into the black holes as if was the gaping maw of some monstrous beast and vainly fought to close it. Sweat poured down his face and through the portal stepped Mercy and she stood regarding him for a minute. She took a step forward and the portal slammed shut with another world rattling boom, the air from the implosion bled her long crimson hair forward. "Where. Is. My. Son," she asked in a soft silken voice that carried so much menace the windows frosted over. ****************************************Jeff****************************************** I sat on the couch woozy from the blood loss and leaned against the shoulder on the vampire who just bitten me, and I could still taste her blood in my mouth. "You taste good," she said to me. "Yeah well you taste awful, like pennies, kitsunes taste much better," I shot back drunkenly. "I have something to tell you, I promise your mother I would if she wasn't here to do it," Savana said. I didn't respond I just lay against her tiredly and she ran a soft hand into my hair and gently pulled my head back so I was looking into her face. "When you were born your power was out of control. Even at a child’s power level you far outstripped most of you clan only the very strongest of them barely reaching beyond your new born strength with two exceptions. Your mother, who after you is the strongest witch your clan has produced in centuries, and your great uncle Gregory were both stronger than you. Your power began to run wild and nearly killed you but you mother managed to seal your power using a large portion of her own power to seal it inside you and keep it there. She sent you here to have the spell removed since with half her power sealed off she is unable to remove it herself and the spell will kill you before it lets your power run rampant. "So no more seizures," I asked groggily. "No more seizures, I drained the spell," she replied. "How," I asked numbly as I felt the darkness begin to creep up on me. "Vampire, the old ones anyway, can drain magic as well as blood. It is simply another source of food if you know what you're doing," she explained right before everything faded away.

Author's Note: Thanks for waiting patiently here is Chapter 8! Supernatural Nation: The Beginning of the End He ran through the forest at a speed that would have awed any human who had caught sight of him, but no human saw him as he raced through the trees. Jumping over fallen trees and dodging low hanging branches he ran not daring to slow as the insane laughter of the monster followed him. All of his guards had died on the creature's blood soaked talons and he knew if it caught him he would be next. He knew it was behind him, close behind him, but he could not hear it as it moved through the forest in a silence only broken by its laughter at his feeble attempts to elude it. It was playing with him, herding him through the woods, and he realized it but every time he tried to turn from the path it wanted him on wolves made of flame attacked him until he retreated and headed back down the desired path. After he was moving once again they would fade back into the trees as if made of mist. He burst from the trees and into a clearing with several burned out building and a big metal cage. He recognized the clearing immediately and his gaze locked on the cage, and he ran for it. Anthony watched from the edge of the clearing, still hidden in the shadows of the trees as Reed Logan ran to the cage. He jumped inside and slammed the door on the cage, the cage he had locked so many defenseless Were-women in. Anthony looked down at his glowing hands, his bones showed through clearly, like cooling rock in a stream of lava. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was going to do and accepting that it would probably haunt him forever. Exhaling slowly he stepped from the tree line and Reed's head snapped to face him and his gaze locked on Anthony. Gone was the arrogance and self-assurance of the leader of werewolves who took what they wanted. Seeing his strongest fighters burst into a bloody mist or turn inside out with a thought had stripped him of his delusions of supremacy. Now he screamed when he saw Anthony and curled into a ball in the center of the cage floor and began to weep and plead. "Please don't kill me," he begged. "How many women have begged for you not to hurt them in that cage? Why? Should your pleas be given anymore consideration then theirs," Anthony demanded as he stopped in front of the cage. Reed continued to babble but Anthony tuned him out and instead focused on the cage. He concentrated on it and the metal took on a waxy sheen before tendrils rose out of the metal forming into cords. They shot out and wrapping around each of Reed's limbs pulling my eagle spread up into the exact center of the cage, he hung suspended by the cords his feet unable reach the ground. He began to scream wordless and shrilly as his skin rippled and Anthony clenched his jaw against the desire to just kill the man and be done with it. He refocused on his power pulsing down the wires and into Reed's body and he forced the other man to change and with the crunching of bone on bone Reed became his wolf. He howled in pain at the rapid unwanted change and then again when the wires let him go and dropped him to the floor of the cage. He got unsteadily to his feet and snarled at Anthony menacingly but dropped back to the ground as his skin rippled again. He howled, only stopping to breathe so he could howl again at the pain consuming him. His skin parted and pulled free of his body with a sucking sound as it ripped free and then the power filled him again forcing him to shift back to human with a violent wrenching of his bones. The cords once again suspended him only this time they clutched his muscles and unprotected nerves, he shriek and prayed, in his head, to die. A single cord wrapped around his forehead like a crown and pulled his head back so he was looking up toward the roof of the cage. The metal of the roof started to melt forming a single dripping strand of metal as thick as a man's wrist, and it slowly lowered toward his face. The tip of the strand sprouted several cords that pried his mouth open and the strand began to force its way into his mouth. It looked like liquid metal but it was as solid as a metal pole and he choked on it as it forced itself down his throat and into his stomach. As his vision dimmed from lack of oxygen he felt a churning in his stomach. The single strand split into a thousand separate razor sharp cords and pulled apart cutting through him. Anthony grabbed the now whole wolf skin and with a thought sent himself far away. He appeared in the living room of his apartments at the hotel and stumbled sideways. He trembled as the images of the last half an hour beat away inside his mind. He fell to his knees and struggled not to puke with the horror of what he had just done. “Anthony," Risa called in alarm from the doorway she had just entered from. She froze as he looked up into her eyes and she saw the pain and horror in his. He finally began to lose his battle against his stomach and she rushed to his side as he dropped the skin to the floor and rushed to the bathroom. She sat beside him as he emptied his stomach into the toilet, rubbing his back. He rolled onto his side and let the mercy of unconsciousness take him into oblivion. Risa sat his head in her lap confused and concerned. Wanting to understand, to help him, she let her mind flow into his through his defenses and into his thoughts. Her own stomach clenched in rebellion as she watched the events replay again and again in his mind. His actions tormented even his sleep, with a kiss to his closed eyes she willed the memory down deeper. She didn't try to erase it only to lessen its emotional effect on Anthony. As she worked his restlessness lessened but didn't fade entirely. When she had done all she could she cleaned him up and then she shifted to her feet and lifted him into her arms. She took him to bed and tucked him in next to Megan and Liz. She headed out into the living room and stood staring down at the skin of the man who had forced Anthony to destroy a piece of his humanity. She bent lifted the skin, folding it, and placed it on the coffee table before leaning over to the phone. The guests would be departing back to their home to prepare for The Unveiling. They would be readying their peoples to begin making nice with the humans or to retreat into the underwater retreat that neared its completion with several thousand goblins working day and night to finish it. She dialed Anya and Sonya's room and waited as the phone rang. “Hello," a sleepy voice asked after five rings. “This is Risa we need you to come up to our room in the morning before you leave." “We have to catch the early flight home that's why we already said our goodbyes," Sonya asked. “I have something for you from Anthony. It is rather important if you want to get it tonight then I'll wait up for you. I have to wait for housekeeping anyway," she offered. “Alright we'll be up in a few minutes," Sonya said irritated. Risa hung up with her and then called down to the front desk to send housekeeping to clean up the mess Anthony had made. Housekeeping sent up a young woman after only a few minutes and she began cleaning up the mess in the bathroom where Anthony didn't quite make it on time. Sonya, Anya, and one of their bodyguards arrived just as the cleaning woman was finishing her task. “Thank you," Risa said to the young woman tipping her several hundred for her trouble. The woman looked at the money in her hand in wide eyed shock as Risa ushered her from the room and closed the door behind her. She turned to face Sonya and Anya her face grim as they observed her. “Is someone sick," Anya asked and sniffed the air. “Not exactly," Risa said her voice tense. She wasn't angry at the two of them but she was angry that Anthony was suffering. She walked pasted them to the table and grabbed the folded fur pelt and trust it out towards Sonya. Sonya looked confused until her hand touched the fur and she took a deep breath scenting the fur. Her head snapped up to look into Risa's eyes and her hand trembled before she gripped the fur and pulled it from Risa's grasp letting it fall open. Anya gasped as she stared at the perfect wolf hide hanging limply from her mother's grasp. “Reed Logan," Anya said staring at the limp fur form. “Where is Anthony, we should thank him," she said turning to face Risa. “I put him to bed. He... isn't doing well," Risa explained motioning to the wet spot on the floor. “What's wrong with him," Sonya asked suspiciously. Risa looked at her silently for a moment before she reached out a hand, slowly, allowing her plenty of time to pull her face away. Sonya didn't move and her eyes closed as Risa allowed Anthony's memories of the night to slip into her. Her eyes flew open and sadness shone from them as her ice blue eyes stared back into Risa's black eyes. “I'm sorry," she said. “So am I, this was all I wanted. Lock the door on your way out," Risa said and turned back to the bedroom. “What is it what happened," Anya demanded not having shared the visions Risa had shared with her mother. “Anthony didn't... his actions taken on our behalf tonight sickened him," Sonya explained. Anya looked confused for a few seconds then her eyes flicked to the hallway leading to the bathroom, where the scent of sickness wafted from, and then lit upon the wolf skin and sadness filled them. “I see," she said and turned, heading for the door. Sonya followed after her gathering the pelt and folding it into her arms. Anthony woke in the morning warm and surrounded by his loved ones and pushed the memories of last night away. What was done was done and he couldn't change it even if he wanted to. He smiled looking down at Risa who was lying between his legs her head pillowed on his stomach as she slept. He relaxed back into the mattress and buried his fingers in her thick hair and massaged her scalp slowly. She moaned in pleasure as she began to rise to consciousness. She wiggled against him causing his morning wood to move in between her breasts which were squished against him. She murmured and pushed her face into the naked skin of his stomach, nuzzling him. She looked up at him her sleepy expression turning to a happy one as he continued to work her skull between his fingers. “Good morning love," he said softly so as not to wake the others. He tugged light and she slowly rose to her hands and knees and crawled up his body dragging hers along his as she went. He closed his eyes savoring the feeling of her on him as she moved. Sasha stirred next to them and they froze but she settled back into sleep and Risa continued until her face was even with his. “You are so beautiful," he told her. Her lips trembled and she softly pressed her mouth to his. Reaching back she grabbed his twitching erection and positioned him without breaking the tender kiss. He grunted as she slowly slid down to envelope him. Once she was fully seated on top of him she pulled back and sat up driving him a little deeper. She looked into his eyes and slowly lifted herself a few inches before lowering her hips and twisting them at the same time. Anthony groaned at the feeling and she put a hand over his mouth to keep him quite. “Quite or I stop," she said leaning down so her face was right in front of his face. He nodded as her breath feathered across his heated skin. She returned to her seated position and began her slow sensuous ride once more. Anthony had to bite his cheek to keep from crying out when she began to rhythmically clench her muscles, milking him. She tortured him with this slow ride as he fought the urge to grab her hips and pound his body into hers. Thirty minutes later he was sweating profusely and was close to the edge. The bed had shifted several times as the others had woken and were watching in fascination as Risa tortured him. Kylie had moved over to behind Risa and straddled his legs behind her pressing up against her back. Risa moaned as Kylie began to knead her breasts from behind and to kiss the back of her neck. The sight of the one twin touching the other caused Anthony to harden even more inside of Risa and she glanced at his eyes, which were locked on Kylie's mouth on her skin. Risa smiled lovingly at him before she reached back over her shoulder with one hand gripped Kylie by her hair. She looked into his eyes as she pulled Kylie's face over her shoulder. She turned her head and kissed her twin deeply their tongues dancing erotically. Anthony clenched his jaw so hard his teeth hurt to keep from crying out. He twitched violently inside of her and Risa smiled into Kylie's mouth. “Cum for me, cum in me," Risa told him breaking from her lip lock with Kylie who returned to playing with her breasts. Anthony was sweating and breathing heavily from the effort to control himself. He opened up the links between himself and all of the girls. Their eyes widened and their hands dropped between their legs as sexual ecstasy flooded their bodies. Risa and Anthony, who were feeling each other's pleasure as was well as their own, both cried out. Risa's head dropped back and she let loose a howl of pleasure as her orgasm erupted and her pleasure dragged Anthony's from him. The others echoed their pleasured scream as they writhed on the bed beside them. He fired his cum into her buried as deeply as their bodies would allow. Risa collapsed forward onto his chest panting with Kylie lying on her back pressing her deliciously into Anthony's body. Anthony reached over Risa's body and gripped Kylie's hair in the same way Risa had and pulled her face down to his to kissed her roughly. She moaned into his mouth her hips pressing forward driving Risa harder against him. Risa moaned, Anthony grunted, and Kylie who was still revved up from the shared orgasm she screamed into his mouth as she exploded in ecstasy again at the shared feelings. Some of the others groaned with her but Anthony wasn't sure if they had cum again or if they had only felt the pleasure of Kylie's release. They were both panting and he held the two of them in his arms as they settled down. When he had softened enough to slip from Risa's body she made a noise if displeasure and Anthony could feel their mixed juices drip from her onto his skin. “Time for a shower," he said. They made no move to get up and after a few minutes he grinned and rolled to the side dumping them both on top of Sasha who squawked in surprise at finding herself underneath two naked and squirming Djinn. Anthony laughed and jumped up heading for the bathroom as the girls laughingly chased after them. He hopped into the shower stall and they piled in after him. The shower stall was very large and had two shower heads facing the center of the stall. But even with how large the stall was it was over packed with female flesh as the sixth one squeezed in. The others, seeing how tightly they were packed into the shower, laughed and piled into the large tub. It was less of a tub and more of a Jacuzzi. Liz was in front of Anthony her breasts were crushed against his chest. The girls all squealed in protest when he turned on the water and an initial blast of cold water shot out. It quickly turned warm and they began washing each other and Anthony. Liz spread soap over the front of her body as Cassie soaped up her back. Once she was all soapy she pressed he body against Anthony's washing his by using her own as a wash cloth. He groaned in pleasure as the others saw what she was doing and mimicked her. Soon he was the center of a writhing mass of soapy female flesh and his erection was once more throbbing and pointing out in front of him. Liz feeling it poking at her stomach turned and after some pushing managed to bend over in front of him. He wasted no time in sliding inside of her. “No fair," Cassie said with a pout then a wicked smile spread across her lips. She moved in front of Liz who had been braced against the wall. Liz had to wrap her arms around Cassie's hips to maintain her balance and Cassie leaned back against the wall forcing her pussy into Liz's face. Cassie moaned as Liz apparently took the hint and began to lick. Megan, who was next to Anthony, grabbed his arm and pulled his hand between her thighs. Holding his hand in position she began rocking against his fingers as they worked themselves in and out of her. This continued until fourteen voices cried out in shared release. The group in the shower couldn't even collapse they were packed so tightly into the shower. After they had recovered and stop leaning so heavily on each other they washed, rinsed, and dried each other off. “What is the plan for today," Liz asked as they dressed. “Today Eliza and I are going to make bodies for the elementals. Tomorrow we will attempt to merge them with the vessels. Then we will be waiting until the UN meeting so we can crash that and reveal our existence. Then depending on the humans reaction to us we will either retreat to the underwater dome and the space station or we will begin assimilation into the human world," Anthony explained. Liz nodded her understanding and they packed their things and checked out before climbing into the cars. The drive home was short and uneventful but parked in front of their house was a black SUV. Anthony could see the men inside watching as they got out of the cars and headed inside. The men remained inside the SUV and made no move to get out as they passed. “Let's get to work," Anthony told Eliza, who nodded and followed him into the basement. The day passed slowly as they worked Sar-Rah stopped them at lunch and they ate with everyone before returning back to their work. Finally as darkness began to fill the sky they came up stairs. They fell exhaustedly into bed lying against each other and slept soundly until the next morning after everyone else had already risen for breakfast. They rose and joined the others as they sat down to eat French toast and bacon. “Liz after breakfast we need you to summon the elementals. Their bodies are ready," Anthony said after a few bites of his bacon. Liz nodded her understanding and excitement filled her eyes at the prospect of performing more magic. After everyone was done eating they moved the table and Liz drew the summoning ritual once more. “Terra, aer, ignis, aqua pacto dicam vos in consummationem nostrum," she said in a power filled voice. With a thunderous clap of sound the elements appeared floating inside the circle she had used to summon them. Liz sagged as the magic left her but she had a joyous smile on her face. Anthony walked forward and broke the circle before leading the elementals down into the lab. In Eliza's office were four medical tables that had sprung up out of the floor with a thought from her. On each of the tables was a female body, chest rising and falling with breath but asleep. The four bodies were physically identical in every way except for their skin tone. One had white skin, one blue, one green, and one red skinned. They were exactly five feet tall with breasts that were large for their smaller builds but not overly big. All of them had black hair and each had been magically enhanced to be extremely fertile. “All you have to do is settle into the bodies. They were made using my blood so they should accept you with no problem. My only warning is this if you join with them; they will be your bodies forever. You can return to your original forms like you are now but they must be kept safe. If they are destroyed you will not be able to be given another body and your chances at procreating will be lost," Anthony warned. The elementals hovered over the bodies before water sank down into the motionless blue body. They all watched in fascination as it sank down out of sight and the body convulsed once before sitting bolt upright suddenly. “How odd," the water elemental said, looking down at her hands and flexed her fingers. Her voice remained the same and her eyes were completely the same sea green as when Liz had channeled the entity. With Water's successful possession of the body the others sank into their respective new forms. Soon all of them were sitting trying to adjust themselves to their new senses. “Alright Liz and Eliza will help you get dressed, try to stay inside those bodies as much as possible," Anthony told them, Liz and Eliza who had been watching the spectacle from behind him stepped forward to help them stand. “How long until we can conceive with these bodies," the water elemental asked as she stood unsteadily, using Liz for support. “Wait a couple of weeks for everything to settle then you can try. With the enchantments we used you should become pregnant immediately," he told her. She nodded and when none of the others asked anything he left the room, with a massive erection from watching four nude females move around while clinging to two of his wives. He had made them as close to his idea of perfectly beautiful as he could so they had ended up looking like a mixture between Liz and Sar-Rah with the exception of the skin color. He headed up stairs looking through the house until he found Jessica watching TV with Megan, Wolf, and Kylie. “Jessica, we need to go to the club to clear up some business," he told her and Megan popped to her feet with a smile. Sasha came into the room behind him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Are you leaving," she asked. He nodded and she let him go before pulling him around by the arm. “We haven't gotten much time alone together," she told him sadly. He studied her face knowing she was right and he grabbed her arm. “You're coming with us," he told her. “But it is my turn to cook with Risa," she protested weakly. “Don't worry about it, I'll go help her," Kylie said and flipped off the TV before heading for the kitchen. Anthony grabbed her and thanked her with a kiss as she passed and then he led the others out to the car. “Megan, you and wolf are up front with Jess," he told her. She grinned lovingly at him and followed his directions letting Wolf hop into the car before she clambered in. He walked to the back door and with a thought changed reality to suit his desires as he opened the door for Sasha. The car seemed the same from the outside but after she sat down she stiffened in surprise. He closed the door before she could say anything and walked around to the other side. He sat down and pulled the door shut behind him. The inside of the car was now like a spacious limo wide enough for a single bed that filled the space just in front of their seat. Before they could begin he pulled out his phone and made a call. “Hi Jenny, we are on our way to the club. I need you to have our lawyer there and have your assistant manager, Tina, there as well," he told her once she agreed he flipped the phone closed. He looked at Sasha who was sitting on the edge of the bed now her knees only inches from his. He let his desire for her show in his eyes and she shiver in excitement. He leaned forward and unsnapped the button of her jeans and began tugging them down her hips. She bit her lower lip and lifted her hips while leaning back on her arms to let him wiggle them down her body. The jeans were so tight that her panties were dragged along with them half way down her thighs. He left them there, keeping her legs pinned closed, and sat back easily lifting her into his lap. He turned her so she was sitting her back to his chest, with erection tapped between their bodies. “What are you doing," she asked but he didn't reply. Instead he reached under her and ran his fingers over her slit. She gasped in surprised pleasure and ground her ass back on him. He could feel her wet and ready so he gripped her hips and lifted her. His cock fell forward, once her weight no long confined it, into position he slowly lowered her. After a little maneuvering he had the tip lodged in her entrance and he began to thrust upward. With her legs clamped tightly together her already tight pussy fought her forward movement. He gripped her tighter and applied more pressure and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream of delight when he slid inside. He could feel every twitch of her insides against his cock as she writhed on him. “We don't have much time," he whispered in to her ear. His tongue shot out and flicked her lobe and she shuddered milking him with her pussy. His forehead fell to her shoulder and her groaned. “You're going to love this," Anthony said and held up his hand where she could see it. Little pink electrical flashes ran the length of his index finger. She looked at it with confusion but when he reach under her and touch her clit with his finger she convulsed. She screamed and began lifting herself by bracing her arms on his thighs and then slamming down as hard as she could. She came after the first thrust but didn't stop moving, which gave Anthony some difficulty in keeping his finger in position but he managed. She came again and again as she rode him until with a grunt he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled down hard as he thrust upward, impaling her fully on him, and began to cum. She quivered on him as he filled her and he kissed the back of her neck lovingly before lifting her off of him. She whimpered at the stimulation as he slid free but lay unmoving when he set her on the bed in front of him. “Are you okay," he asked with concern when after a few minutes she didn't react. “I think you killed me," she replied with a grown. He chuckled at her and began pulling her clothes back into place. Not two minutes after they had finished straightening themselves, the car pulled to a stop. Anthony willed the car back to normal as they exited into to parking lot of The Eternal Night. Anthony led the others into the building through the side entrance, and smiled when he was nearly knocked off his feet by a small blonde missile. “Anthony," Kira squealed in delight as she hugged him. He grunted at the pressure that her tiny arm exerted, it would have snapped a normal person in two. “Lovely Kira, how are you," Anthony asked and lifted her into his arms after steadying himself on his feet. “I'm good, all packed for the move to the water place," she said and lay her head down on his shoulder while wrapping her arms around his neck. “That's good, where is Jenny," he asked. “In her office with some old guy and Tina," she replied. “How do like Tina," Anthony asked and started walking, headed for Jenny's office. “A lot even though she knows I am a vampire she still brings me candy and gives me hugs," Kira answered with obvious affection in her voice. “That's good," he said and rubbed his free hand up and down her back and they traversed the rest of the way in silent companionship. “Come," Jenny called when they arrived and knocked on the door. They walked in to find Jenny sitting at her desk with Tina in a chair in front of it while the lawyer sat on the couch. Anthony sent the lawyer to sleep with a thought and closed the door once everyone was inside. “Alright we need to discuss something before we need the lawyer," Anthony said cutting right to business. He took the other chair and summoned a few more for the others. Tina's eyes widened in awe at the display of power but she didn't look surprised. “Tell me about you Tina," he said after Kira arranged herself into a comfortable position on his lap and began to doze off. “Uh well I am single, no kids, and my favorite color is purple," she said in confusion. “Your parents," he asked her and she got a sad look in her eye. “My mother died when I was little and my father...," she paused as emotion choked her. “My father is in the hospital. Cancer," she explained. He studied her and gently stroked his hand down Kira's back. “What would you give to see your father healthy and set for however long he lives," Anthony asked her. “Anything," she answered staring intently into his eyes. “Alright then the deal is this; I sign this club and all of my other property over to you, and heal your father. In return you give us absolute loyalty; I want you to sell technology to the world claiming you invented it. Advanced technology at dirt cheap rates that will improve the world, this isn't about profit," Anthony said. She studied him for a moment before speaking. “What do you get out of this? Jenny told me of your plans and we both know that humankind's reaction is ninety percent certain to be aggressive towards you," Tina asked. “True we will almost certainly have to flee to world but that is being taken care of as we speak, the problem is what comes after. Eventually humanity will discover a way to travel through space quickly, and we will once again be within their reach. If most of their technology is power by Djinn magic, then in the event they decide to attack us we could just pull the plug," Anthony explained. “Alright I'll do it," Tina said after a moment of thought. “Fantastic where is your father being treated," he asked with a grin and pulled out his cell phone. When she gave him the address he called Liz and told her to take Kylie to go heal the man. “Love you," he said and hung up before turning back to Tina. The lawyer woke with a start when Anthony released the power that was keeping him asleep. Four hours later Anthony signed the last paper with a relieved sigh and sat back. The lawyer scooped up the documents and crammed them into his briefcase before biding them farewell and departing. “So now I'm rich huh," Tina asked in disbelief. “Yeah, don't spend it all in one place," Anthony said and she chuckled. “So what invention will I be selling," she asked curiously. “First is a generator that will power and entire city, several machines that will clean up pollution, car that doesn't need gas, and cures to most illnesses. All of the inventions will we encased and if the case is opened the insides will vaporize into steam. This will allow us to keep others from duplicating the technology while still letting them use it. The cars will have to be checked once every five years to fix the wear and tear but you'll have to set up a factory where that can be done for free. Like I said before this isn't about profit, we want the technology to spread into every aspect of human life so that our magic because something that cannot be done without," Anthony explained. “Okay," Tina agreed. “Alright with that done we need to get going," he said and handed the still sleeping Kira to Jenny. The other followed him from the office, Wolf's nails clicking against the floor. Back at home, Liz and Kylie where still not back yet, Sar-Rah made subs Anthony snagged one while he sought out Galina in the Goblin barracks. He found her going over some plans with one of the engineers, who she sent on his way when she saw Anthony. “How goes the progress with everything," he asked. “The space station is ready for launch they even managed to add two larger living compartments that should house around a hundred people each. The undersea dome is behind schedule though; even with all of the man power they are having trouble holding the panels in place for anchoring. Do to the lack of light down there amount other things. Did you have to decide at to place the retreat at the bottom of the Marianas Trench and not only that but you want the dome to extend a third for the way down the trench, that over five hundred miles of dome in only a couple of week and they are just barely past the halfway point," Galina reported. “If they didn't have to move the plates into place, only anchor them, could they do it in time," he asked her. She tapped a finger against her lips in thought before speaking. “With all of the clans help we could do it in under a day if they didn't have to position the plates." “Good, coordinate everything with the other queens and tomorrow we will finish the dome," he replied and bent down and kissed her, running his tongue over her fangs. “See you tomorrow my love," he said after standing. “Tease," Galina mockingly grumped as he headed off and he laughed. Anthony trudged tiredly up the stairs and fell into bed tiredly and was softly snoring minutes later. The smell of frying bacon brought him awake the next morning and he stretched being careful not to disturb Megan who was curled against his back. Moving carefully he slid out of the bed without waking her and headed for the bathroom. After he finished he headed for the kitchen, to find Eliza. He walked into the kitchen and paused at seeing it had been magically expanded along with the table that now sat well over a dozen women. They ate and talked and laughed all except for the four elementals that ate but remained silent watching the activity around them. It was the fire elemental that noticed him first and turned her head to look at him. “Morning," he said and received a nod from the fire elemental and a chorus of greetings from the rest of the girls. “The other clans have already begun working; Eliza transported them to the submersible hanger this morning. We are ready to start after you eat breakfast," Galina said and delicately place a bite of pancake into her mouth. “Alright," Anthony said and sat and began loading a plate with eggs and bacon and a few pancakes. “Working on what," Liz asked curiously just as Megan shuffled still half asleep into the kitchen. Anthony's hand shot out and dragged her into his lap when she tried to walk past him. When she opened her mouth to protest he stuck a piece of bacon in. She grumbled around the bacon as she chewed but shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned back against him. “The underwater haven as fallen behind schedule due to a lack of foresight on my part so I am going to help them finish it up today," Anthony explained and ate a bite of egg that Megan offered him from his plate. “Can we go with you," Liz asked excitedly. “Sure," he answered with a shrugged. They all began talking animatedly about going and the water elemental looked a little happy about the prospect. The fire elemental didn't look pleased at all and had a pout on her face. “What's wrong, Fira," Anthony asked her. “Fira," she questioned. “Yes, Fira, Aqua, Terra, and Tempest," he explained pointing to each in turn. “What's wrong," he repeated. “I can't go along with you all," she answered. “Why not," Anthony asked confused. “Fire and water don't mix well," she explained slowly as if he were hard of hearing. “So your body is for all intents and purposes a human body and they don't have a problem with water. Plus no one is going in the water where we are going until Eliza and I setup a pressure dampening spell. If you were to go into the water the pressure would crush your body like a tin can under foot," Anthony explained and Fira nodded. After breakfast they all got ready and then met in the living room and Eliza transported them to the underwater staging area for submersibles. The girls and Anthony studied the dome of clear glass overhead but couldn't see anything pass the wall of inky water on the other side. Anthony looked around and was impressed with Eliza work. The dome was maybe fifteen hundred feet wide and maybe half that in length. There was a fifty foot wide platform, which they were standing on, that ran along the back wall of the dome. The rest of the floor of the room was an open square of water leading outside. From the platform extended several hundred piers a foot or two wide and tied along both sides of each pier were submersibles. There were thousands of them and they looked on in awe as goblins piled into each one and sank beneath the surface of the water. “Those submersibles are only built for one human sized occupant we won't all fit in one," Galina explained. “I could expand one so we'd fit but I have a better idea," Anthony said and moved towards one of the piers that was empty at the moment. He walked to the edge and looked down into the water and could see the floor of the ocean fifty feet below, and was impressed that Eliza had the forethought to anchor the dome in the trench wall allowing the submersibles room to maneuver. He concentrated and the sand below began to swirl and rise forming an underwater dust tornado. It rose forming a disk of sand large enough for all of them to easily longue around. Once it was big enough he let the other sand fall back and heated the sand circle to melting and magically removed the impurities. When he finished he had a glass disk of perfect clarity. He stepped onto it and motioned for the others to follow. Once everyone was on the circle, the surface of which was pitted for traction, it began to sink. The water didn't rush in at them held back by an invisible bubble of power. “It's really dark," Megan said and moved closer to Anthony. “Yeah, we're gone have to fix that before we can get to work," he replied and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Several comfortable couches popped into existence, one right behind Anthony, and he sat without looking back at it. He closed his eyes and let his power reach out and extend without holding it back. It flooded out like a tidal wave sweeping down to the far side of the trench near sixteen hundred miles away in the space of a few heart beat and extending even farther. He flexed his will and a massive light strip appeared on each wall and flicker to life bathing the bottom of the trench as far as the eye could see in light. Many oddly shaped fish and other wild life darted upward into the gloom that still existed overhead. He could feel the panels of the dome that Eliza had created through magic and the goblin had laid out on the floor of the ocean blow the spot where they would be anchored into place. Anthony flexed his will again the panels, nearly three hundred miles of magically form glass rose into the air simultaneously. The seven other Djinn in the bubble shivered as the massive amount of power he was using prickled along their skin. As soon as the plate were firmly in place the fleet of submersibles swarmed forward anchoring, welding and sealing before moving onto the next section and repeating. They were extremely efficient and Anthony bubble followed them as they moved forward at a good pace. “What are those symbols," Sasha asked pointing down through the floor. The panels of the dome had silvery symbols etched inside them and they glittered in the light. “It is the warding spell that Anthony and I created. It will stop the effect of the pressure from reaching inside the dome. It will also keep the panels from cracking or being destroyed. Plus it will clean any build up that form on the panel, such as algae. Once the panels are all in place the spell with activate and the silver symbols will vanish," Eliza explained. They continued like this the rest of the day and into the night as they closed on midnight the goblin workers sealed the last panel into place and with a flash the silver symbols vanished. Only Anthony, Eliza, and Liz saw though since the others were all asleep. Anthony retracted his power and bent double with his hands on his knees breathing deeply as his entire body tremble from the strain of having used so much power for so long, even though it had become less work the closer they got to the end since he didn't have to support the already anchors panels. “Are you okay," Liz asked concerned and moved over to his side. “Fine, that was just a lot of work," he said and collapsed back on to the couch jostling Megan but she didn't wake. “Eliza, I'll take Risa, Liz, and Kylie with me to the UN tomorrow. I want you to take the others and make the inside of the dome livable. We'll need food, trees, lodging, electricity and anything else you can think of," Anthony said. “Of course," Eliza said and moved them all back to the house. All of those sleeping appeared in bed and Anthony and Liz stripped and joined them on the bed and quickly fell asleep. Eliza, who wasn't tired, having napped while Anthony was working, went down into the lab to work.

The Fall of Paradise: Chapter Four Chapter Four: To Conquer with Kindness Avriel tiredly leaned back against the door and studied her new guest with curiosity. The Lios looked like a panther-headed woman with a short black pelt, she was dressed in a leather dress that was split up both sides, to allow freedom of movement, and belted at her waist. It hid most of her figure from view. She had hands with surprisingly delicate claw fingers and a light dusting of fur across the backs of her hand and fingers, while the palms were unfurred and revealed that the Lios woman was pale skinned under her black fur. Her eyes were a greenish yellow and the pupil was opened huge to catch the dim light in the cavern and they reflected it back light twin lanterns in the darkness as she studied Avriel in return. "Thank you, we owe you our lives," the woman said tilting her head back. Avriel nodded to her but when Sidney continued she started in surprise. "To tilt back the head and expose the throat is a sign of submission and trust. She is accepting you as more dominant then her," Sidney explained. "What does that mean exactly," she asked Sidney. "Basically it means your in charge and she will follow your orders, however it also means she will look to you for protection," Sidney explained and Avriel sighed and let her eyes go back to the Lios. "What is your name," Avriel asked. "Tara and my daughter is Lara," Tara replied. "Alright, let's get you settled in, then you can explain why you are here," Avriel said and led them toward the house. She set them up in the captains quarters sharing her bed until the nanites could either add another room to the structure or build a new building for them. "I was born in Prowelurgaence," Tara began, she was sitting on the bed with Lara curled up in her lap sleeping. "Let's call it Prowel I doubt I could pronounce that and we'll call this cavern Base, alright," Avriel asked cutting in and Tara nodded. "I was born in Prowel, it is a small Lios village to the north of here," Tara began again but was once again interrupted as Sidney spoke this time. "Avriel the Lupos from earlier has returned and is watching the front entrance again. I believe he was here long enough to witness the fight between the Lios and us as well," Sidney said and Sidbot rolled into the room and a three dimensional image of the Lupos began projecting from her eyes. The Lupos was standing on a tree limb watching the entrance of Base and not moving at all. The canine figure, which Avriel figured was male from lack of breasts, wore only a kilt a great deal like the Lios' garb and carried a spear strapped to its back and a small leather shield on its left arm. Azriel lifted a small arm to reach out and try to grab the hologram of the Lupos but didn't make a sound when his hand passed through it although if face scrunched with annoyance. Avriel let out a small laugh at him and gently brush a hand through the silky strands of his golden hair and rubbed her nose against his. He gurgled in delight and grabbed fistful of her hair as it swung into reach. Lara woke at the sound of Avriel's laughter but mewled and curled into a tighter ball of fur and drifted off again immediately. "Keep a drone on him without it being observed if you can until he leaves. Inform me if he moves closer to Base," Avriel ordered Sidney. "Yes, Avriel," she replied and Sidbot rolled out of the room. With the robots departure Avriel turned back to Tara and waited for her to continue. "After I was born I was with my mother always, learning cleaning, cooking, basic first aid, and sewing among other things. The females of the Lios with the exception of one clan are not allowed to train in weapons or fighting. They are taught to rely on the males and to take care of the men in return for their protection. While most are content with this way of life some don't like it and the males began to view the females as property with no rights. Most of the women won't fight back either because of fear or they believe the males have some right to rule their lives and the males treatment of the females have been getting worse," Tara said. Avriel hadn't been around any Lios before and she found it difficult to read Tara's features since they were so far from her own but the Lios' body language meant they were coming to the bad part of the story. "Arranged marriages are not uncommon in the Lios tribes and most times the bride is not consulted although she has the option of refusal to wed the man picked for her. When I was sixteen the mother and father arranged for me the wed a male Lios by the name of Slant," Tara said. "We've met," Avriel interjected dryly. "I know, I saw," Tara said and her lips pulled back from her teeth in a frightening display of pointed teeth. Avriel was stunned by the sight until she realized Tara was grinning at her and she smiled back. "Well we were betrothed but Slant is not a good male. He would have been unfaithful and he was often violent to women he lay with so I refused the match. My Papa said that I should at least meet with Slant and tell him my decision in person. He told me he would not leave me alone with Slant and that he would be there with me," Tara said and a tear rolled down her furred cheek as anger began to fill her voice. "So I agreed to my Papa's demand and we went to meet with Slant. When we arrived at Slant's hut my Papa had me enter first and then he slammed the door closed behind me. I tried to open the door but he must have barred it with something because it would not budge. Slant was waiting for me inside of he laughed at me when I tried to open the door." "Nobody turns me down," he said. "Then h-h-he forced...," Tara unable to say it broking into racking sobs and Avriel wanting to comfort the woman slid next to her and wrapped her arms around her. Tara's black fur was silky and soft and Tara clung to her as she cried. The Lios' shoulders shook and she made an odd huffing noise instead of sniffles, Azriel woke from the sound but lay were he was and didn't make a sound he just watched them. Finally Tara's crying slowed and then stopped with a huffing sniffle. She pulled back away from Avriel to sit up straight and then forced a small grateful smile at her. "Sorry," Tara began. "There is nothing to be sorry for," Avriel said interrupting her. "After he stood over me as I lay weeping on the ground and laughed at me. Rage filled me and the world seemed to go red and I lashed out at him with my foot in to his groin. There was a squishing feeling as one of his testicles crushed between his pelvis and my heel. He let loose a scream so loud the next tribe over should have been able to hear it and dropped to the floor. I scramble to my feet and ran at the door when I heard a sound on the other side. My Papa must have become concerned at the sound of the scream and he unbarred the door. I slammed into it with all my weight going as fast as I could and the door flew open and it caused my Papa to stumble back as I ran out. He was fast enough that he caught my arm before I could flee and he jerked me to a halt." "What have you done," he demanded anger on his face. "I was so hurt and angry and I hated him more than Slant for his betrayal. I reached out with my claws and raked them down his face. He must not expected me to attack him because he was to slow to stop me and I lay open the skin on four parallel diagonal cuts across his face. He lost an eye; my claw sliced it cleanly in two as my clawed finger slid into the socket. He shoved me away from him and howled as he clutched his face. 'Now everyone can see the monster that lives in you by simply looking at your face,' I hissed at him and ran towards our hut. When I burst into the room my little brother was there asking my mother where I was but my arrival interrupted her answer. When she looked up to meet my eyes I knew that she knew what they had done. She had a sad tormented look on her face as she looked at me until her nose flared at the smell of blood and her eyes dropped to my blood soaked hand. "What have you done," she asked echoing my father. I wanted to hurt her like I her him but I didn't, she didn't help them in anyway except by doing nothing to help me. I was in a hurry anyway and ran to the pile of my belongings in in tiny room. I grabbed everything and shoved it into a pack I had made when I was a young girl. "What are you doing? Where is your father," my mother demanded from the doorway to my room. "'I am leaving, and Papa is bleeding in front of Slant's hut,' I answered her and ran from the hut as she screamed after me to come back. Slant is Rashak's son and hurting him would have been seen as an insult to the Rashak himself so I ran into the forest. I had only my few belongings and a hunting knife that all of the women are allowed to have so we may clean the kills the males bring back. That was two years ago and I have been hiding ever since, I began to swell with child less than a month after I ran away I considered taking some herbs to rid myself of the child but in the end I didn't. Six months after my escape from my clan and I gave birth to Lara since then we have been hiding and running whenever the Rashak's men find us. They have come close a few times but we managed to escape, Rashak must have grown tired of chasing us because tonight he sent almost all of the warriors to hunt us. The clan has taken a mighty blow this night you killed nearly eighty percent of their military force," Tara finished. "This is how all Lios females are treated," Avriel asked with disgust. "Almost all, there is a Lios clan the Kor, they are led by a female. They say she is beautiful and just but can be vicious if crossed," Tara replied. "What of the Lupos," Avriel asked and Tara hissed. "They are beasts that pillage our villages and rape our females," Tara growled but her answer sound like something she heard a lot and she was repeating it back. "Have you personally seen the Lupos pillage a village or rape anyone," Avriel asked. "No but everyone knows that is what they do," Tara proclaimed. Avriel sighed at that response and shook her head but was too tired and didn't push the matter any farther. Despite having only awoken less than two hours before the adrenaline draining from her system was leeching away her awareness and her eyes drooped in weariness. "Will any of the other females come to accept my offer of freedom and protection," Avriel asked standing and then she began to strip out of her gear. She gently lay Azriel on the bed and dropped the rest of it in a pile at the foot of the bed. "A few might have to courage to run maybe, but the rest will remain," Tara replied. "We'll deal with that later then, sleep now," she told Tara and motioned to the bed. "Sidney, any female Lios who show up while we are asleep, let them into Base but not into this HQ. Designate this residence as the current headquarters," Avriel commanded. "Yes, Avriel," Sidney said. Since her robot wasn't in the room her voice issued from an unnoticeable speaker and made it seem to Tara as if it came straight out of the air. She looked around furtively and clutched Lara to her chest in alarm when she saw no one. "It's ok nothing will happen to you here, you have my word," Avriel assured her and she immediately relaxed. Avriel slid on to the bed and lay down curled around Azriel and Tara mimicked her position with Lara curled into a ball in the curve of her body. Azriel reached out a chubby hand and ran it over Lara's sleeping head and she unconsciously nuzzled against his palm. He smiled joyously at her before settling back against his mother. Avriel stretched out her wing to cover him, Lara, and most of Tara's body because of her massive wing span. Tara sniffed the wing that blanketed her and then relaxed already headed for sleep as the safety of the moment relieved her of her need for wariness against attack. "Avriel the probes have completed the surface mapping and are on their way back towards Base now. I have combined the data they transmitted with the less detailed planet scan that we did from orbit and the full planetary map is complete," Sidney said. Avriel was sitting in the command room on the top floor looking at a view screen displaying the area immediately outside the cavern. Several groups of Lupos were lurking the woods outside the cavern but they did nothing to halt the approach of the group Lios females that was currently running for the cavern entrance. It had been a week since the battle against the Lios warriors and nearly twenty Lios females had appeared to take her offer of safety. The field of dead carcasses had begun to reek horribly the day after the battle so she had sent Sidbot out to incinerate them all and the field was now a blacken patch of char. The tenacious grass of this planet was stubbornly putting up shoots already and within a few months no sign would be left of the blaze. As the group of females reached the door the image on the viewscreen shifted to show and inside shot of the door where Tara was peeking out the transparisteel window Avriel had put in the door. She then pulled open the door and waved the Lios' in and shut and locked the door behind them. "Show it to me," Avriel said to Sidney with a sigh and turned away from the screen. A foot in front of her an orbital view of the planet Rayne appeared and slowly rotated like the real planet would be. Avriel made a mental note to prepare for bad weather since that cloud cover was dense, churning, and moving in the direction of Base. There were two massive continents connected by a small land bridge and thousands of islands of varying sizes. One of the islands drew her gaze because of its size, it was nearly big enough to be called a continent. It was located on the equator of Rayne and the cloud cover suggested it was having a large amount of rain. "Show me our location along with the Lios village where Rashak rules," she ordered and the planet spun and view began to descend. It zoomed through the clouds and froze looking down on a topographical view of their location. Two indicator lights were flashing on the map, one at a cliff that was obviously where Base was located and another in a clearing in the dense forest about five miles away from the cliff. "Closer display on the Lios village," Avriel ordered and again the image shifted to follower her orders. She was now looking down at the small village of thirty-three huts, made from wood logs and roofed with large over lapping tree leaves. The buildings were built in three rings in a circular layout around a large fire pit in the center of the village. There were three long buildings forming the inner most ring, six medium length buildings formed the middle ring, and twenty-four smallish huts formed the third, outer, ring. A chime sounded as someone pushed the call button at the HQ's front door, Avriel looked over at the screen. Tara was standing at the door with three other Lios that Avriel assumed were the newcomers. She reached over and pushed a button before speaking. "I'll be right out," the intercom actually translated her words into the Lios language. The three Lios behind Tara had, what she was beginning to recognize as surprised, looks on their faces. But they stood patiently waiting as she walked down the stairs and opened the door for them. She motioned them inside and closed the door behind them once they were in, and then they took seats in the small sitting area that doubled a dining room. "What has happened," Avriel said jumping straight to the point when none of them spoke. The three newcomers exchanged a glance before one of them finally spoke up. "The Rashak and his men are holding the women still in the village prisoner. Many will not want to leave because the village is all they know but some do and that number is slowly increasing as rumors of this place grow. My daughter is being held captive there along with these other women's daughters," the Lios said and gestured to the other two newcomers. "Alright," Avriel and stood up abruptly. "Where are you going," the speaker demanded. "Not me, us. We are going up stairs," she said and followed her words by heading up the stairs. There was a pause then the rapid soft padding of multiple set of feline paws hits the stairs as they hurried after her. She let them to the third floor and into the command room. "Sidney, display the image of the Lios village form earlier," she commanded. The image popped back into view immediately and all of the Lios gasped at the sight, Tara cautiously reached out a hand to touch the map but when her hand went through it she pulled it back abruptly and studied the furred appendage. "Which building are they being held in," she asked after giving them a moment to collect themselves. They were silent for a long moment before the one who had spoken downstairs pointed to one of the three central buildings. "They are in this building under guard, this one is the Rashak's home," she said pointing to the building next to it. Avriel studied it for a second and then nodded and motioned them towards the door. "What are you going to do," Tara asked. "Go get them out obviously," Avriel said absently still deep in thought. "But the Rashak," Tara began. The question brought Avriel's attention back to the present and her eyes, a deep blue, shot to Tara's yellow-green eyes and held her immobile. "If he or anyone makes a move to stop me, then I will kill them," she said evenly. Tara shivered and was relieved that she was not Avriel's enemy. Tara waited until Avriel turned back to the map and then quietly left the room. Avriel didn't notice Tara's departure because she was already deep in thought about her plan to invade the Lios village and rescue the female prisoners. P.S. I am allowing comments on this story because it has been a long time since I posted a chapter updating it and would like some feedback from the readers on what they think. I am aware that the chapter is short but all of the chapters for this story are so telling me it is short is just fucking stupid. And on topic of fucking stupid you dumb-ass people who keep posting telephone numbers in the comments telling everyone how truly idiotic and desperate you are is just fucking sad. Losers like you are a reason a lot of the authors don't allow comments on their stories. So if you are one of the fore mentioned i hope your junk shrivels up, blackens, and falls off painfully, Eat Shit! To everyone else not a douche bag thank for reading and I hope you enjoy the story.

Autors Note: Sorry for the long wait between updates. I started some night classes and so I have even less free time now. Plus I had to rewrite this chapter three times from scratch, so I hope you enjoy it. I have blocked the comments because there are far to many retards visiting this site, if you have something to say to me pm via my profile page Thanks! Supernatural Nation: Chapter 9 Chapter 9: The End The next morning Anthony was awake before the sun arose. He quietly slipped out of bed, without disturbing the others, and headed for the bathroom. After a quick shower he made his way into the kitchen and began making breakfast. "Couldn't sleep either?" He spun in surprise at the voice to find Eliza standing behind him in the kitchen doorway. "No, I'm too worried about tomorrow. I'm almost certain that the meeting tomorrow will go badly, but I keep worrying and hoping that it will turn out better than I expect it to. If the meeting tomorrow takes a turn for the worst people are probably going to die. I just wish there was some way to guarantee a peaceful resolution or, at the very least, a bloodless one. I woke up after maybe an hour of sleep and just lay there thinking, wonder if we are doing the right thing," Anthony said and turned back to the stove and continued preparing the food. Eliza walked over to him and grabbed his arm forcing him to turn back and face her so she could see the worry in his eyes. "We are doing the right thing. Tomorrow could go completely pear-shaped and we could lose a lot of people but freedom is worth it. The supernatural beings of this world won't have to live in the shadows anymore. After tomorrow, one way or another, they'll be exposed. If we succeed we will all be free and if we fail... If we fail we will escape with everyone we can save and begin again somewhere new," she said and wrapped her arms around his waist squeezing him tightly. He sighed into her hair and returned her embrace and tried to relax and not think about the coming day. "I do have some good news for you though," she said in a sing-song voice and reached into her back pocket. She pulled out a silver cigar case and presented it to him with it laying across her palm. "Thanks! Now I can take up smoking cigars, knowing with certainty that my smokes will alway be fresh," he said with mock enthusiasm and lifted his arms in a triumphant pose. Not amused she punched him in the stomach and his breath whooshed out with a grunt. "Dork, it isn't a cigar case. It is an applicator for medication," she announced and snatched it from his hand. "See these buttons," she asked and turned the case to display four tiny buttons jutting from the side of the tube he hadn't seen. "The green one is to inject the medicine. You just press the tip to the patient and press the button," which she did and an inch long needle shot out and retracted almost too fast to see. "No medicine came out," Anthony observed. "Thank you Captain Obvious," she said still miffed at his belittling her work. "The applicator will only release the medicine inside if it meets resistence, like skin for example. The yellow button is to load the next dose, which is stored in the applicator. It can hold up to five doses. The red button ejects the doses capsules in the applicator. Lastly, the black button will trigger a self-destruct, which will disintegrate the applicator not blow it up," she said and handed it back to him. "Nifty, what medicine is in it," he asked confused and she laughed and shook her head. "What medicine did you ask for doofus," she asked and stepped closer, leaning her head against his chest. It took him a few moments but he remembered and a smile split his face. "This is the vampire aging medicine," he asked to be sure and she nodded rubbing her face against his chest with the motion. He tugged on her hair until she tilted her head back, then he kissed her deeply. "I love you," he told her. "Me too," she replied. "I'm gonna go tell Kira the good news, you want to come," he asked. She shook her head and released him before turning to the stove. "You go ahead I'll just finished making the breakfast that you started," she told him and with a thought he was gone. He appeared at the club in Jenny's empty office. He exited and nearly ran Jenny over as she was going in the opposite direction. She gave him a quick "Hi" before she hurried into her office. "Everything okay," Anthony asked and followed her in. "Yes, everything is fine, just busy. Everyone is packing and bringing their families to the club so we can be teleported to the space station if the world leaders reject us," she said and dropped into her chair with a relieved sigh. "Good, where is Kira? I have a present for her," he said with a grin. "She's at the bar eating breakfast. What is it," Anthony smiled and turned and left the office without answering. Curious, Jenny rose and followed after him as he made his way through the halls to the door leading out into the club proper. "Kira," he called when he spotted her and began walking towards her. Even though the club was closed the room was filled with vampires and their families along with their luggage. Kira turned at the sound of her name being, her fork only halfway to her mouth, and spotted him. She let the fork clatter to her plate and leap off her stool and with a squeal ran at him. She moved with vampire swiftness, since the sun hadn't risen yet, and leapt into his arms. They collided with a hollow thud, at the impact Anthony staggered and would have fallen if not for Jenny placing a steadying hand on his back. He smiled a thanks over his shoulder at her before focusing his attention on the squirming vampire child in his arms. "I have something for you," he said and pulled the medication applicator from his pocket. She looked at it with excitement, happiness, and confusion showing on her face but took it from his hands. "What is it," she asked, studying the silver object. "Remember how I said I would see about making you a grownup," he asked. "Yeah," she answered. "Well, that applicator holds the medicine to do it," he said. Her face brightened to joy as the confusion dropped away and her hold on the thing became delicate, as if she was afraid she might break it. "When can I change? Will it hurt? What will I look like," she asked rapid fire and shoved it back into his hand. "We can do it now, I don't know if it will hurt, and you will look beautiful," he said with a chuckle and set her down with a kiss on the forehead. "You'll need to undress, we don't want the dress to hurt you when to get bigger," he told her and her hand immediately began undoing then button on the front. Alarmed that she was doing this in front of everyone he pulled a blanket from thin air and wrapped it around her just before she finished the last button and shrugged it off, letting it slide to the floor. "Hold this and stick out your arm," he told her and she gripped the blanket by her neck extended an arm through the split in the front. He put the applicator to her arm and pressed the green button and Kira flinched as the needle pierced her flesh. They stood waiting few a moment but nothing happened and Kira was becoming impatient. "It didn't work," she said sadly and let her head droop. Anthony's heart clenched at her misery and he hugged her to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist in return and the blanket was held in place pinned between them. Suddenly Kira began to grow, and in the space of five seconds the top of her head touched Anthony's chin. He smiled happily and looked down into a smiling face and ruby colored eyes. He could still see Kira in the face of the girl who clung to him. Her face was still adorably cute and innocent looking, but devoid of the baby fat it looked more mature. Her eyes had changed to the same vibrant liquid red of a flawless ruby and they sparkled with joy. He leaned down to kiss her forehead but she tilted her head back and their lips pressed together softly. It was only then that he notice that her abrupt increase in height had dislodged the blanket, causing it to part in the front. While her naked, now fully matured, body pressed against his front her body was hidden from the rest of the room by the blanket. He instantly began to harden at the feel of her soft breasts pressed tightly to his chest, and she grinned as she felt his rise. With a gulp, and a twinge of regret, he let his magic flow over her to form a dress. The top part hung from her shoulders by two straps and dipped dangerously exposing a lot of her now ample cleavage and extended to below her breasts, baring a good six inches of pale flawless skin of her belly. Two pieces of fabric descended along her sides to attach the skirt and the top. The skirt road low on her hips, falling to her ankles, and when she stepped back to examine her new outfit it flared with her every movement. "Guess I'd better not twirl or everyone would get a free show huh," she asked jokingly. Anthony blushed realizing that he'd forgotten to give her panties and rectified it with a thought. She lifted the front of her dress, only he was in a position to see, and examined the lacy black panties he created. "Very nice," she said with a grin and let the fabric fall back into place. Anthony notice the silence in the room and looked around to find everyone staring at them in shocked disbelief. "What," he asked confused and Jenny grinned. "It's nothing, you'd think by now that anything you do wouldn't surprise us," she replied and a chuckle ran through the room and everyone went back to what they had been doing. Kira moved closer drawing his attention and smiled when she caught his eyes. "So how about now," she asked. "What do you mean," Anthony asked, confused. "I asked you once if you'd marry me too, when I got bigger. Now I'm bigger," she said and held out her arms and twirled to display herself to him. He licked his lips as he ogled her but he didn't know if she was mature enough to understand what she was asking, yet. She read the indecision and desire on his face and stepped close enough that her chest caressed his and waited for him to look down at her. When he did she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on the tip of her toes to whisper in his ear. "I was an eight hundred year old vampire trapped in an eight year old's body, my intellect and mental maturity constantly fighting against my under developed body and childlike instincts. Even being stuck so young, I acquired certain... hungers I just didn't have an outlet with a decent person. Every night since I met you I have played with myself imagining it was you, but I knew you wouldn't touch my body as it was. Now I know you want me, I can see it, and I will not let you deny me," she said softly than roughly grabbed his hair and forced his mouth to hers. Speechless he returned her kiss with a passion that matched hers. "A little excited are we," she asked with a lusty laugh and ground against his erection, which was fighting to burst free of his pants. She stopped and pulled away laughing again at his involuntary moan of displeasure. "Let's go somewhere a little less public," she said and shot him a smoldering look over her shoulder. She blurred from the room at vampire speed with Anthony close on her heels not even paying attention to where they were going, just moving his body to match hers. In a few seconds they were standing in Jenny's office and Anthony closed the door and locked it. She swept her arm across the desk sweeping all the stuff to the ground and turned back to the door. She saw Anthony's surprised expression and chuckled before sliding one of the straps from her shoulder, baring the perfect porcelain skin beneath. "Are you surprised? I bet you didn't know that I was such a dirty girl to have fantasized doing it with you on Jenny's desk before," she said and pushed the other strap off and the dress began to slide down but caught on her breasts. She smiled at him and began sway her hips and the movement dislodged the dress, which dropped to her feet in a pile. Anthony swallowed still unmoving as she dropped the panties and bra he'd made for her, to the floor. She smiled at him and stepped backwards and lifted herself to the desk behind her, where she spread her legs lewdly. Anthony's breathing was nothing but labored pants and she smiled at him and slid a finger into her mouth before dragging it down her body to run along the outside of her pussy. She moaned at the contact and watched him through heavily lidded eyes as she dipped a finger into herself and brought it up to her mouth. "Whenever you decide what you want to do, just go ahead," she said after she withdrew the finger. Faster then an eyeblink he was there, mouth at the junction of her legs, and she moaned as he devoured her. She was the quietest woman he'd ever touched. Her panting breath, moans, and squeals as he licked and sucked where so low that a human standing in the room not looking at them wouldn't have been aware of their actions except by the smell of sex she was giving off. Anthony with his enhanced hearing heard and smiled at the sounds not stopping what he was doing. She reached climax quickly and when she did her back arched into an almost sitting position and her legs wrapped around his head trapping him in place while her hands fisted in his hair. After almost a minute she went limp as if someone had cut the puppet strings controlling her. Anthony carefully extricated himself from her legs and stood, towering over her limp form as she lay dazed from the pleasure. He grinned before situating himself between her thighs as she lay unresponsive. He waited there, just running his hands over every part of her body that he could reach, waiting for her to recover. Finally, after several agonizing minutes that felt like an eternity to Anthony she moved. His cock ached and was demanding that he take her, Now! "What are you waiting for," she asked lifting her head and looking down to where his body remained poised ready to enter her. "You to be fully aware. Are you sure about this," he asked. She gave him an odd look before answering him. "What would you do if I said I'm not sure, let's stop here," she asked looking into his eyes. Anthony's jaw clenched in disappointment and a shudder ran down as he fought against his body and his instincts and started to step backwards. Feeling his withdrawal Kira's legs shot up and wrapped around his hips and stopping him from moving away from her. "I didn't say stop, I was only curious. I now have the answer, so let get started," she demanded and tightened her legs to pull him forward. She only partially succeeded in her plan by managing to bring him to her but his angle of approach was wrong and instead of sliding into her he slid up along her wet lips and over her clit. She groaned in frustrated pleasure at being denied what she wanted and gratefulness at the wonderful contact. "Please," she whimpered and bucked against him trying to angle her self but only managed to stroke them both a couple of times. Anthony did nothing just watched her and enjoyed the sensations her motions were giving him. "Please," she repeated her whimper now tinged with audible desperation and her bucking becoming quicker and more erratic. On an up thrust Anthony seized her hips and lifted, positioning her entrance above his throbbing erection, and released her. Without hesitation she jerked her hips down as soon as he removed her grip. She scream a mix of pleasure and pain and she climaxed and Anthony tore through her hymen. Anthony froze, gritting his teeth against the exquisite feel of her silken walls clenching and releasing around him and the pure torture of not moving in the heavenly warmth gripping him. He waited until she began to move before beginning to thrust smooth and slow until she became used to the sensations. He paid attention to her body looking for signal on how to proceed and after a few minutes she began tightening her legs to drive him deeper and faster. He obliged her unspoken demand and picked up the pace and then leaned in to kiss her. He was only slightly surprised to find her fangs distended and didn't bat and eyelash when one of her fangs nicked his tongue. She moaned into his mouth and began suck on his tongue enthusiastically while her hips began thrusting rapidly up to meet his thrusts. He growled and sped up to match her thrusts as he enjoyed the intoxicating taste of her mouth mixed with the copper of his own blood. "Now," she screamed ripping her mouth from his and arching her body as she exploded into another orgasm. "Yes," she cried out again when she felt the warmth of Anthony cumming deep inside her. Anthony collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him in place. "That was much better than I fantasized it would be," she said after her breathing returned to normal. "I aim to please," Anthony said with a chuckle, his face resting sideways using one of her breasts as a pillow. "I wonder how big they are," Kira said cupping her free breast squeezing it slightly. "I'd say at least a C-cup," Anthony guessed while he watched her fondle her own chest. "You should probably get going it is almost time for you to head to the UN meeting," Kira said suddenly. Anthony's eyes shot to the clock and saw that he only had five minutes before he'd be late. He leapt up and hurriedly got dressed leaned over Kira, who hadn't moved, and gave her a kiss. "Sorry about the hasty goodbye but I've got a meeting," he said let out a laugh at how normal that line would have sounded coming from someone else and vanished. "If he doesn't get here soon I'll-," Liz was saying as she paced back and forth when he appeared. "Where were you," she demanded and marched towards him with a glare. "Uhh," he said backing away from her. She was moving faster and when she came closer she sniffed and her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "You were off having sex while we were here waiting for you? With who exactly we were all here," she asked her voice deceptively calm and completely at odds with the pissed look on her face. "Umm," he said still backing away to stay out of her reach. "I suspect to was with Kira," Eliza said nonplussed from the couch. Liz eyes shot open in surprise and when she saw the guilty low on his her face shifted from pissed to murderous. Her eyes silvers in power and a sudden gust of wind slammed into Anthony's chest lifting him bodily and pinning him to the wall. "You touched a child? That's fucking sick," she screamed, her voice barely audible over the howl of the wind, as she held him pinned. At first Anthony had been surprised by her reaction until he heard her accusation and his surprise shift to hurt and anger. He let his own power free and he dropped to his feet as then wind she had summon parted around him by his will alone. He took an angry step towards her his anger flaring that she could think he would do something so repulsive but stopped himself after that one step. He figured that Eliza hadn't taken them, leaving him to break the news when he wanted, but that she didn't trust him hurt more than her accusations. He let his head fall forward his midnight hair cascading forward and obscuring the pained expression on his luminous face. He turned and walked out of the room, ignoring Liz's magic as she tried to pull him back into the room. She turned back to the room still fuming only to catch of Eliza standing behind her skin and eyes glowing with power before pain exploded in the side of her face. "How dare you," Eliza demanded through gritted teeth rubbing her hand on her hip. It took Liz a moment to understand that Eliza had slapped her since the unexpected blow had dazed her. "You expect me to just look the other way when he molested a child," Liz demanded when she could speak again. He powers faded and her eyes reverted to normal as she rubbed her tender check. Eliza growled deep in her chest like a canine and took a step forward but Risa was there and grabbed her sister's arm. "This is Anthony we're talking about do really think he would harm a child," Eliza said, her disgust clear in her tone. Liz opened her mouth to shoot back a reply but Eliza's words sank in and she paused. She had to admit that it didn't sound like him at all but she had seen his guilty look. "You said he was having sex with Kira and I saw the look of guilt on his face," Liz said looking up at Eliza confuse and Eliza's face softened slightly but still look severe. "I finished the vampire aging medicine last night and he took it to Kira this morning. As for the guilty look you accused him off having sex while we were waiting for him and he was so he would look guilty for that now wouldn't he," Eliza explained. Liz's eyes widened in understanding and then horror as she fully grasped her mistake and she scrambled to her feet and ran from the room after Anthony. "We're going to be late," Eliza said looking over at the clock on the wall. Five minutes after Liz followed after Anthony her moans could be heard from the backroom and they all opened themselves to share in the two siblings' pleasure. Thirty minutes after Anthony had arrived home they were all once again standing in the living room all ready to go. "Alright, once we get there Kylie will seal all the doors and Risa will take care of any guards in the room. Liz stay with me and feel free to offer any advice that you might have," Anthony ordered and they all nodded. He smiled in return and with a thought moved them all into the room filled with the world leaders or at least their representatives. The room was not unlike the ampitheatre that he'd had held the gathering of the supernaturals in, with the exception that the previous one had been constructed of white marble and this one was wood and plush chairs. Anthony and the others appeared on the stage behind the President, who happened to be speaking. "This is why I believe we should form a...," was all the President could say before the his guards, four of them, having become immediately aware of their presence drew their weapons and began shouting orders. Risa and Kylie moved at the same instant, Risa flashed forward so fast she was nothing but a blur even to Anthony's eyes so he doubted that the humans even saw her coming. She was back standing beside him all the while a loud groaning echoed through the room as Kylie warped the wooden doors shut and reinforced them. Kylie handed him the guns she had taken from the guards and examine them curiously. He'd always wanted to use one before and he had to fight back his desire to begin dismantling them to see exactly how they were put together. Instead he willed them to melt and they liquified in his palm like and ice-cube in a bonfire, and slid off to puddle at his feet. Everyone stared at the black puddle of metal on the ground in disbelief as Anthony looked up and studied them. "There is no need for violence we just want to talk," Anthony said drawing all of their attention to him. "Talk about what," the president asked pulling his arm from the grip of one of his guards, who was still trying to moved him away from the stage all the while shoot hostile glares at Anthony. "Existence, or more precisely the existence of sentient beings on this planet other than humans. Also on how we might co-exist peacefully now that humans will be aware of their existence," Anthony explained. The president stared at him open-mouthed and then chuckled before bursting into loud guffaws. Some of the other delegates joined him in his laughter, while some looked at Anthony with pity, some with disgust, and others with expressionless faces. Anthony said nothing he just let his power lose in his body and his skin fade to show the molten energy running through him and his midnight hair blew in a breeze that wasn't there. Kylie and Risa followed his example and their blood-red power was more beautiful and terrifying shining from within the gorgeous twins. The laughter in the room died instantly while everyone took a step back away from them. "What exactly are you proposing," the president asked. The others sat silently listening, willing to let him speak for now. Anthony looked around the room before taking a deep breath and speaking in a voice that easily reached every corner of the room. "There exists, in each of your countries, supernatural beings living along side of you. They have always been there hiding in the shadows or walking among you in a human disguise. They hide from persecution at human hands. The same persecution that they have faced every time they have been revealed to the world. I have come forward to tell you this because humanity has already driven and will continue to drive more of these races to extinction if changes are not made. I am not blaming you since you were not aware but now that you are change must come. I hope for a peaceful co-existence between all the peoples that live in this world and their supernatural citizens," Anthony said. "The United States would be willing to accept you with conditions," the president replied. The delegates for Japan, Australia, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Africa, and few others Anthony didn't recognized all voice agreement with this while a few of the others remained silent. Those that didn't remain silent or agree with the president began agrue with the ones who'd agreed to maybe accept the supernaturals. Anthony heard the words abomination, monster, and unnatural and shoke his head sadly. "What exactly will the conditions be Mr. President," Anthony asked refocusing his eyes back on the man. "Lists of all supernaturals known to you and you are to submit to tests, to make sure it is safe for people to live around you," he said. "What would you need such lists for? For the second request we have lived among you for years how could our mere presence be harmful now," Anthony asked not bothering to tell them he had been a supernatural for very long. "These are the requirements for each of you to be issued citizenship," the president said ignoring his questions. Those who had agreed with him before all murmured their approval. Anthony opened his mouth to speak but his cell phone vibrating in his pocket stopped him. "Please excuse me," he said aloud and pulled it out. "I'm kinda busy at the moment," he said as he answered. "Anthony it's Tina, the FED's were just through here. They searched the place and kept asking questions about you and the girls, especially Liz. I think they had another group at your house," she said her voice expressing the worry she felt. "Alright thanks I'll handle it," Anthony replied his voice grateful but tight with anger. "Risa how well did you protect the house," Anthony asked as he dialled the number. "I warped the doors shut and made the windows unbreakable," she replied her gaze turning to him to take in his tense expression. "What's wrong," she asked. "FED's sowed up at the Eternal Night. They searched the place and kept asking questions about us. And neither Cassey or Cindy answering the phone," he answered. He turned away from the UN delegates and waved his hand turning the entire back wall into a view of the back his house. As he watched as it zoomed in through the wall to show a view of the kitchen and Anthony's room. His room was empty but Cassey and her mother were sitting at the table in the kitchen, both looked afraid and Anthony could hear a loud banging from the front of the house. He twitched his hand and the view blurred as the image change to a view of the front. Eight men were on the porch, four weapon up and ready as the other four hammered on the door with a compact battering ram. Anthony could see the door cracking under their assault and rage flooded through him. "Anthony calm down your starting to glow," Kylie said placing a restraining glow on his shoulder, but her words weren't very convincing due to the suppressed rage in her own voice. Anthony kept himself from lighting up like a christmas tree but only barely. "What's going on," the president asked from close behind him. "My sister, Liz," he said gesturing to Liz. "She was badly injured and was taken to the hospital. She healed rapidly due to Kylie's help, too rapidly as one of her doctors noted. He decided that she needed to be studied and when we refused and removed her from the hospital he contacted the FBI. Since then they have harassed us continuously, claiming that some unknown drug is what allowed her to heal so fast. Recently I gave a club I owned to one of my loyal employees and they just searched the place asking for information about Liz. Now as you can see they are attempting to break into my house where my pregnant wife and her mother happen to be," Anthony said just as the front door buckled. "Risa, bring them here," he said and she vanished. Anthony watched as she appeared in the kitchen next to Cindy. She pulled Cindy from her seat and then helped a struggling Cassey to her feet before the Feds began pouring into the room. They had their weapon pointed at them and were screaming out orders to get down and put their hands on their heads. Risa lift a hand, there was a thunderous boom and all eight of the men were launched backward off their feet. Risa grabbed Cassie and Cindy and in a flash before the Feds had even hit the ground their were standing next to Anthony. "They can't get into the other doors in the basement can they," Anthony asked as Cassie threw herself at him and clutched him to her tightly as she trembled with nerves and fear. "No, Eliza removed them," Kylie answered and ran soothing hand down Cassie's back. "What did she do to those officers," the president asked his gaze still on the view of Anthony house. Before Risa could answer the eight men dazedly rose to their feet and began searching the house. "I create a focuSed sonic detonation in front of them, other than a head ache they should be fine," Risa replied. "Resisting arrest is illegal," the president said. "So is harassment but your FBI agents don't seem to have a problem with it. Also I pretty sure its illegal to arrest people or invade their homes without proof of wrong doing. I have no intention of surrendering my family members into the clutches of such corrupt people," Anthony shot back and the president's face reddened in anger. Anthony waved his free hand and the image vanished returning the wall back to normal. "I will not give you list of supernaturals so that you can falsely accuse them for things they have not done, so you may arrest them use them as lab rats. If the FBI would try to arrest my sister just because she can heal fast whether it was a self invented drug or not does not bode well for any creature with natural rapid healing abilities. We will not be poked and prodded, we have just as much right to our privacy as you. I have to decline giving into your requests," Anthony said running a calming hand through Cassie's hair as her shaking subsided. "If you are not willing to co-operate then you will all be detained forcibly. We cannot have dangerous beings running, unchecked, around our cities for the sake of our citizens," the president proclaimed and agreeing murmur swept through the room. Anthony looked around the room sadly and sighed before flipping open his phone. "Yes," Eliza answered on the first ring. "Send out the signal for the other to prepare the teleport locations and finish prepping the station, we're leaving. After you get everyone situated come to our location and leave your phone with who ever is piloting the station. Who is piloting the station anyway," Anthony asked. "Galina. See you in a few," Eliza said and hung-up. "What are you doing," the president asked. "Since we cannot come to an agreement and I cannot in good conscience allow, any of the supernaturals who have joined me, to suffer because of humankind. We're leaving we will go and create a new place where we maybe free," Anthony explained. "Where could you possibly go there is no unclaimed land anywhere on the planet." "True, but we won't be staying on the planet," Anthony proclaimed and with a thought a ten foot tall perfect replica of the solar system appeared before him. Anthony reached out and with a finger tapped Mars as it circled the sun. "Here is where we will go," he said to himself as he pictured it in his mind. "No one can survive there," the president answer as he stared at Anthony as if he were insane. "No 'human' could survive there and truthfully, neither could most of the supernaturals but with a little tweaking they could. Mars' atmosphere is close enough to our own that only a little altering will make it livable and with a whole bunch of trees oxygen wouldn't be a problem. Six months to two years tops and the terraforming would be complete then we'd have a new home. We will spread out and our numbers will increase from the few supernaturals that have managed to survive all these years in hiding. There will be no pollution, crime will be dealt with in the only way that it should have ever been dealt with, an blood for blood. There will be no prison fulled to the brim with murders, rapists, and child molesters who at some later date will be released back into society to prey on the innocent again. It will be a world of the free as safe as we can possibly make it," Anthony said. "Where do you expect to live for the next two years on this 'station' of yours, because you will not be allowed to fly in our air space," the president demanded. "Everything is in motion, give the ship five minutes and it will take off," Eliza said, appearing just as the president finished. "Good. You want to know where we will lived, Mr. President," Anthony asked and waved his hand. "Here is where we will live," he continued. The wall show a silver wall of steel and a concrete floor but the object came slowly into focus as the image pulled back to show a mammoth ship sitting inside the hangar. As the image pulled back even farther to show two other vessels that where around half the size of the center positioned on either side. "This will be our home for the duration of the terraforming and some will inevitably choose to stay there permanently. My beautiful wife Eliza here, design and over saw its construction," Anthony informed him proudly. "Where is this?" "Beneath my house," Anthony replied although he didn't know who'd asked the question since his attention was locked on the middle ship which had begun to rise from the floor. "It's not going anywhere yet, that is only the propulsion jets starting to warm up," Eliza explained to Anthony her eyes focused on the ship too. "Yes, hello," Anthony heard just before every cellphone in the room began going off. "They saw a what," the president demanded into the phone and Anthony watched curiously. "You wouldn't happen to know what is going on would you," the president demand with a suspicious glare when he hung up his phone. "What happened," we have satellite images showing very large flashes of intently bright light across the globe. "It is the teleport locations activating," Eliza explained. She waved her hand and the image of the space station shrank to only cover half the wall while the rest was taken up with dozens of smaller screens. Some showed figures running for glowing bodies of water while others show nothing since the being there were already gone. The screens that showed nothing vanish and the other screens grew to take up the space. With a flash each scene vanished and Anthony's relief grew as the number of scenes dwindled. So far no blood had been spilt and more than half the scenes were gone as the people in them were whisked away to safety. There was only two scenes left when things took a turn for the worse. One scene showed a large settlement the Fae the water flashing brightly and rapidly as each fairies jumped into it until only one familiar fairy remained. Amy was standing near the water looking around, obviously searching for someone. The other screen showed a small goblin village with a group of men standing on an overlooking ridge firing down at the goblins who were hiding behind their huts. "Risa, go help Amy with whatever is taking her. Kylie get the goblins to the water and help any of the wounded that you can. Eliza, remain here and protect the others I will be back shortly," Anthony ordered. "Where are you going," the president asked before Anthony could will himself away. He took and alarmed step back when Anthony turned molten eyes to look at him before answering. "To protect my people," he said simply and vanished. The room watched captivated as Kylie appeared next to the goblins and hardened the air between them and the men to create a barrier that deflected the bullets. She tried to usher to goblin to safety but they remained surrounding a fallen figure in their midst that she had missed at first. When she tried to go to the fallen goblin the others tried to stop her but she paid them no attention and simply shoved them all out of the way with a thought. They screeched and yelled at her in their language but she ignored them as she recognized one of the queens from the meeting. She lifted the injured goblin and began healing her as she headed for the small glowing pond near the village. The firing from the men was broken by a scream which was followed by absolute silence. Anthony appeared next to the men as Kylie appeared down in the village. They didn't notice him at first but when he reached the first man he simply grabbed the mans neck and whipped him sideways the inertia breaking his neck with a sharp crack. Anthony grabbed the gun from his limp hands and took aim before emptying it into the men next to him. Three of them fell dead before the clip ran dry and Anthony let it fall to the ground. His fingers lengthened to claws as the men, now aware of his presence, turned and began firing on him. So angry, he didn't think to dodge he simply stepped forward as bullets punched holes in his body and sliced the next man's throat open with a roar of pain and rage. He lifted the man and chucked him at the next one as he pulled the gun from his grip. He used the gun to kill the rest except for the one who'd been struck by the flying body of his friend. The man whimpered in fear as Anthony stepped forward and tried to bring up his gun but it was trapped beneath the lifeless body on top of him. The man opened his and screamed Anthony's foot came down and crushed his skull cutting off the sound. Blood and brain matter oozed across the ground and Anthony's stomach lurched at the sight but he swallowed and forced himself to stay calm. He looked toward in the direction to see lights flashing over the ridge though he didn't have a view of below. He sighed and with a thought appeared back on stage. Liz and Cassie both let out little shriek of dismay and ran to him. They began having hysterics at all the blood and the bullet holes until the bullets were pushed out by the rapid healing abilities of his body. Kylie added her magic to his healing when she appeared only moments after him. "See, good as new," he told Liz and Cassie as the last bullet hole closed and he willed himself clean with a thought. The only evidence of his involvement was the bullet holes his clothes now sported that he hadn't bother to fix. "You murdered those men," the president suddenly accused. Kylie stepped forward with anger painting her feature but Anthony stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She remained silent but settled for glaring at the president instead. "I was protecting my people," Anthony stated. "Those... things are not your people. They aren't even human and you could have stopped them without killing them we all saw your disregard for bullets," he replied. "First off they ARE my people and I am not human either, not anymore. And why should I refrain from killing men who tried to kill me people? So you can arrest them and throw them in jail? Then what? You'll release them in a few years to be a danger to all the tax payers, whose money you waste to keep the scum alive in the first place. I say fuck that bullshit, you try to kill or mine and you die first it's that simple," Anthony said. A rumble issued from the image of the ship, which now took up the screen again, and it began to rise towards the ceiling over head. Anthony worried for a moment that Risa had not yet returned but he pushed the concern from his mind knowing she was capable of taking care of herself. "Finally," Anthony said and pulled out his phone. "You ready," he asked when it was answered. "Of course," Lucy Hall answered. "Good you better start filming something a lot better than some FBI agents is about to happen. Thanks for your help," Anthony replied and ended the call. The wall once again split into two images the slowly rising ship which was beginning to speed up and the second showed a news room. "Now we go to Lucy Hall with this breaking news story where a team of FBI agents have just stormed a house. The image showed Lucy hall standing on the side-walk across from Anthony's house with the house in the background as people in FBI jackets entered and exited the house. "This is Lucy Hall and as you can see behind me the FBI as invaded this home which belongs to former local business ower Anthony Caine. While it seems that no one is home the agents seem to be agitated and refuse to comment," she said. On the screen with the ship as it neared the ceiling a small square began opening in the ceiling. On the screen with Lucy the camera shook and FBI agent began pouring from the house as it split clean down the center as if it had been cut in two with a scalpel. The two sides slid back until they threatened to touch the houses on the side but stopped before contact. "That will never fit," the president said and several others nodded. Anthony let out a bark of laughter at that. "After everything you've seen you think we have to obey the laws of physics," he demanded just as the ship reach the ceiling. Instead of hitting it compacted as if squeezed into a giant tube and rose through the opening before returning to normal size on the other side. It's massive bulk filled the sky above Lucy head as it rose into the sky. "We are seeing some kind of ship rise from the ground before expanding," Lucy Hall explained to the viewers. There was a far off roar issuing from the image which became a booming scream of displaced air as three jet fighters roared out of the sky and streaked passed the growing ship. Anthony's cell rang just as he pulled it out to call Galina and her number appeared on the screen. "I can see them," Anthony said into the phone before Galina could speak. "Their demanding we land and surrender ourselves into their custody," she said. "Ignore them," Anthony replied. "They've threatened to open fire if we don't comply," she informed. "I'm sure Risa had Eliza make and install some kind of defenses for that thing," Anthony said. "I did its equipped with anti-missile defenses as well as some offensive capabilities," Risa claimed from behind him and he sighed silently in relief before turning to her. He smiled at her and pulled her into a ferocious hug as the worry pushed to the back of his mind vanished. "Mr. President, I don't want those pilots or my ship damaged. Would you please call someone and have them called off," Anthony asked turning to look at him. "Have your people follow the instructions given to them by the pilots. You do not have permission to fly that vessel in United States air space," was the reply. "Fine," Anthony shot back and turned back to the image. He watched in silence as the three fighters zipped passed the space station a few times. The ship was fully out of the hangar rising higher into the sky when they decided to open fire. Six tiny trails of smoke left the jets and headed for the side of the ship as turrets mounted there began firing at the threat. The anti-missile turrets managed to detonate five of the missiles at far enough distance from the ship to receive no damage but the last missile made to only a few feet from the metal wall, that was the side of the ship, before one of the turrets destroyed it. The detonation ripped a large hole in the side of the hull and Anthony grimaced at the destruction. "We're hit," Galina said. "I know, was anyone in that section of the shit? Any casualties," he asked. "No," she replied. "Good. Shoot them down," he ordered. "No," the president protested and Anthony turned slowly to looked at him. "Yes, I gave you the opportunity to avert this violence and you chose not to. Now you'll live with the consequences of that decision and their blood will be on your hands," Anthony said a three lances of light shot from the ship the angle of the image not allowing them to see where it originated. Each of the lights unerringly struck one of the jets and they melted, no explosions or anything. All three simply turned into falling molten metal. Anthony sighed regretfully and listened to Lucy speak. "We just witnessed three fighter planes attack the unidentified vessel and in retaliation they were liquified," she commented into the mike. One of the other ship section began rising through the hangar door as the ship continued on its way unimpeded. The hole, made by the missile, slowly closed over like a wound healing at a rapid rate. "What was keeping Amy," Anthony asked Risa as they watched the ships rise into the sky. "She couldn't find her daughter. Her daughter didn't want to leave behind her pet jaguar and was hiding with the animal," Risa explained. "What did you do," he asked. "I gave her a room on the space station with the cat and set a ward so it couldn't get out into the rest of the ship," Risa replied. "I can easily picture a smaller version of Amy riding into battle standing on a jaguars head and brandishing a spear," Anthony mused and grinned at her. Her returning grin made his blood simmer and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. "So what now," Liz asked stopping by his side. He looked at the image of the three massive ship rising into the afternoon sky and they followed his gaze. "Now we get a new start. We'll setup our home and try to do better than we did here," he said and they watched until the ships vanished into the distance, then vanished.

Chapter 4 Ethan returned to the house to find Sabina just finishing setting the table and his mother carrying pots of steaming food from the stove to the table. He sat down across the table from Sabina and when she smiled at him he return the gesture but a trill of nervousness shot through him. He didn't allow the unexpected emotion to show on his face and he turned his thoughts inward to find the source what had disturbed his mind. Through most of the dinner he remained quiet and thoughtful only speaking when a question was directed at him and in single word sentences. He helped Sabina clean the dishes and they both remained silent as they worked, him thinking and worrying as she watched him. Just as he washed the final dish he realized where the feeling originated and his face went pale. Sabina dried the plate, set it in the rack, and then grabbed his arm and pulled him into their room. "what is wrong," she demanded after she closed the door. "What makes you think somethings wrong," he asked fidgetting nervously with his shirt. "First you practically ignore me and mom at dinner, second you've said maybe ten words alnight, third when we where washing the dishes you looked like you might hurl into the sink, and lastly your fidgetting like a ten year old. You don't fidget useless you've done something wrong or you think you have," she replied. He flinched, his hands dropped to his sides, and he let his head hang forward. "What is wrong Ethan," Sabina asked again her tone soft and coaxing. He took a deep breath and braced himself for the worst and then answered. "When I came in tonight and you smiled at me I suddenly felt nervous and I didn't know why. I thought about and thought about and finally I realized I was feeling guilty about earlier," he told her. "What did you do earlier," she asked in confusion. "I had sex with Rosa," he answered quickly. She froze her expression completely blank and he began speaking rapidly in a panic. "I know you said it was okay but when I got home and saw you I got nervous. Then at the sink washing dishes I realized what was bothering me. I also realized that what I had done might hurt you and I nearly did hurl into the sink," he rambled and would have continued had she reached out and covered his mouth with her hand. She walked him backwards slowly her eyes fixed on his trapping him in her gaze. He barely fely the edge of the bed hit the back of his legs before she suddenly shoved him onto his back. She undid her jeans and let them fall to the floor then kicked them off to the side. "I told you little brother," she said and straddled his hips. She leaned forward until the faces were a mere inch apart and whispered into his face. "You can have sex with whoever you want as long as there is enough left for me." She brought her mouth down in a bruising kiss as soon as she finished speaking and ground her hips down against him. He moaned at friction caused by her grinding on him, she lifted her hips and unzipped his pants and shoved them down until she could pulled his cock from his boxers. As soon as he was free she grabbed the crotch of the her panties and pulled it to the side and slid herself onto him. They both moaned as she pushed her self down onto him and he slowly slid deeper and deeper. "Mine," she growled in his ear and began to roughly move her hips. Two hours later he rolled off her and she lay her head on his shoulder as they caught their breath. He nearly laughed at the sight of the room with both of their clothes flung all over the place. He couldn't even remember how or when they had gotten undressed. "Was she better than me," Sabina suddenly asked. "No," Ethan replied. "Was I better than her?" "I love you and that made it more intense," he answered. Sabina nodded her understanding and they lapsed into silence. He could tell the exact moment she fell asleep and he listened to her soft even breathing for a while before sleep dragged him under. The next morning he woke again long before Sabina and he began to worry that he might have developed a sleep disorder but his alarm at his continuous short nights was temper by the fully resting feeling he always woke with. He slid out of bed careful not to wake Sabina as he slid from beneath her arm. Her bare shoulder, the only part aside from her head not covered by the sheets, temped him to climb back into bed and pull the sheet lower by he resisted. He could feel the hollow ache of desire in his bones but it felt distant almost not there at all. He suddenly got the urge to run so he headed outside and began to stretch. After he was warmed up he broke into a jog and steadily increased his pace until he was sprinting full tilt through the streets pay close attention to the turns he was taking so he wouldn't get lost. Suddenly the world went dark a pitch black cloud of darkness appeared out of no where and enveloped him and he skidded to a halt. He looked around warily feeling like he was being watched but even his new ability to see through the dark didn't allow him to penetrate the inky wall of nothing surrounding him. "Hello son of Aphrodite," a voice sounded from the dark. "Hello, ominous black cloud," he replied warily. A bark of laughter sounded from the dark and then as suddenly as it had appear the darkness changed and he could see through it like normal. In front of him stood a tall woman, even taller then him, with snowy white hair and skin the shiny black of a polished onyx. Her hair hung down past her ass nearly to knee level and her iris' were yellow and slitted like a cats. She was clothed in what appeared to be shadows that moved constantly. "I am Nyx, Goddess of Darkness," she said in introduction. "Ethan," he replied simply. "Yes I know I have come as agreed to teach you how to use the skills that my blessing have bestowed upon you. You have already been using the most common and easiest ability. The underworld essence in the harpy's bite infected your eye and the ability woke in self preservation to keep you eye sight intact." "Thanks for this," Ethan said and touched the eyelid covering the blackened orb. "It was my doing exactly so much as a mingling of the blessings bestowed upon you and your own will to fight," she replied simply. "Thank you for part in helping anyway." She nodded her head graciously and began walking the and he followed along beside her. "As I said the ability to see through the darkness as you have been doing is the least of the abilities my blessing can bestow. There are three in total though the third ability, to shadow jump, can not be taught. Shadow jumping is being able to move from a shadow where you are to any shadow with in your range of vision, no matter how far away if you can see the shadow you can go there in an instant. The second ability is a limited ability to meld with shadows. If you stand in a shadow no matter how small and concentrate you can become part of that shadow and hide there. I say it is limited because if you lose concentration you will be ejected from the shadow. If the shadow disappears you will also be ejected and probably on your face if you are caught unaware of your surroundings. Any questions?" He shook his head. "Good, go stand in the shadow of the building and and concentrate on becoming shadow," she ordered. He obeyed and found it surprisingly easy to slip into the shadow but harder to keep his concentration focused enough to stay there for more then a few moments. "Not bad for first starting. Keep practicing and it will become second nature to dwell in a shadow. For the third ability do not worry about it if you can then you will in time and if you cannot," she said and finished with a shrug. She held out her hand and a case hanging from a shoulder strap appeared dangling from her fist. "Your mother asked that I give this to you and to tell you that it works exactly as agreed." "Thank you," he said taking it from her. He opened the zipper a few inches to see a black laptop inside the case before closing it again. He looked at his watch and saw that it said he'd only been out for ten minutes. Knowing that was impossible and he tapped it and held it up to his ear to see if it was still ticking. "It is working fine, I slowed down time a little," Nyx said. Ethan bent and picked up a pebble and lightly tossed it into the air and as soon as it left his hand it slowed to a crawl on its way up into the air. "Impressive," he said as they walked. Between one step and the next Nyx froze in place one foot half raised to take her next stop. Ethan noticed as soon as he pulled ahead turned to face her and froze in shock. Standing next to Nyx was a woman who he could only describe as the most beautiful he had ever seen, she even out stripped Aphrodite in her magnificence. She was clothed much the same as Nyx with the exception that the writhing blackness that garbed her was not shadow, it was an absence of anything at all and made his skin crawl. She had long blonde ringlets hanging to her waist the accentuated her figure. The void warping her twisted and flailed as if in agony and showed glimpses of perfect bronzed skin beneath. "If you think that is impressive, you should see what I can do," she said seductively. Her eyes were a swirling and shift clash of every color he could possibly imagine, no white and no iris, and staring into them he knew he wouldn't enjoy anything she showed him. "Who are you," he asked taking a step back. He wanted to run just from the feeling of sheer wrongness that emanated as this being just stood there. He couldn't bring himself to turn and flee though as the unknown woman stroked a finger down Nyx's cheek. Feeling foolish for thinking he could protect a goddess, especially another goddess. One obviously powerful enough the freeze another deity in time. "Flee mortal, I can feel that you want to," she said continuing to stroke Nyx's face. He began to suspect that Nyx, even though frozen, was aware of what was happening. "No, I will not," he responded. She stared at him in silence letting her hand fall from Nyx as her focus shifted to him. He shuddered under her gaze and stared into her odd rainbow eyes as they whirled like a maelstrom. "Leave," she ordered her voice booming painfully in his ears. He felt an almost overwhelming urge to turn and do as she commanded. He struggled with himself and sweat beaded his skin and his muscles locked painfully but he remained immobile staring her down. "How curious," she muttered and took a step towards him. "Who are you," he demanded through clenched teeth. "She, if you can called her a she, is Chaos," a voice said from close behind him. He whipped around and found an exact duplicate of woman this one called Chaos. They his head whiped from one to the other and he noticed some minor differences as they glared at each other. The new woman had one green eye and one brown, each eye was one color with no pupil, iris, or whites. This one was clothed in what looked like a sundress made from the night sky, complete with constellations and shooting stars which moved on their own. "Gaia," sneered Choas her face twisting into a mask of hatred made all the worse by its previous beauty. "What are you doing here? You know that it is forbidden to interact with god and mortal alike," Gaia demanded. Chaos was suddenly beside Ethan, he lurched to put distance between both him and the two being in front of him but Chaos's hand shot out and clamped onto his wrist like a iron shackle. He cried out in pain as his bones began to vibrate in protest at her touch. "This one is neither god nor mortal and I can speak to him if I wish," she said petilently as she held his wrist in a grip he couldn't break. He dropped to his knees as he began to go numb. "Why would you deign to speak with a demigod," she asked. "This one is interesting, he defied me," she said and Gaia looked at him in surprise. Ethan failed to notice her gaze as his vision was beginning to tunnel and the vibrating of his bones was beginning to sound like an oddly pleasant humming in his head. "Release him at once or else," Gaia ordered. Chaos pouted and stuck out her bottom lip sarcastically but she released her hold and Ethan drop to the ground with a moan of pain. Chaos gave Gaia one final sneer of contempt and vanished leaving Ethan face down his face pressed to the stone of the road beneath him. Gaia moved closer to him and he tried to move away from her but his limbs would not obey. "Be calm, I mean you no harm," Gaia said softly and rest a hand on the same wrist Chaos had gripped. He shuddered at the pain flowed of his body and was replaced by a comforting warmth. "Be careful, it is not a good thing that Chaos has become interested in you. It is against the rule for her to harm you irreparably but she can make your existence unpleasant," Gaia warned and vanished as well. With her and her comforting warmth his strength vanished and he could not move. He could here footsteps and someone called his name just before his consciousness fade away. He woke suddenly and sat bolt upright, or would have if Sabina's arms around him had let him rise. He felt so weak that he couldn't even break her hold, not that he wanted to. She looked at him, her face streaked with drying tear tracks and squeezed him tighter. He winced slightly as his whole body ached badly and her crushing embrace was both welcome and painful. "What happened? Some woman with black skin appeared carrying you in her arms. Then she lays you in bed next to me and tells me to care for you until someone come to help. You look like you did after the harpy poisoned you," Sabina demanded. He took a deep breath and then spilled the entire story. "I guess that explains where this came from," she said and reached over to the night stand. She pulled the laptop which was already up and running into her lap. "What does the news say," he asked. "Lots of monsters that shouldn't exist are running around killing people. That isn't even mentioning the gods who keep popping up all over the world demanding to be worshiped and killing anyone who refuses," she replied. She turned the screen so he could see a picture a two harpys lifting a woman into the air, one latched onto each shoulder. By the look of pain and fear on the woman's face you could tell she was not going willingly. Ethan was seized by a sudden coughing fit and blood speckled his hand and trickled from the corner of his mouth. "Well that isn't good," he said looking at his bloody hands. Liz, who'd been reading the article looked over at his words and shrieked in alarm at the sight of his blood. Not two seconds later the door burst in so hard it would have rebound closed again but for his mother's hand thrust out to stop it as she hurried into the room. "Whats wrong," she asked but saw the blood before either could answer. Ethan coughed again and more blood came up and he nearly puked from the hot coppery smell. "Aphrodite," Sabina screamed so loud Ethan was half sure she'd damaged his ear drum. Aphrodite appeared standing at the foot of the bed with an annoyed expression on her face until she saw Ethan. Annoyance dropped away instantly to be replaced with concern and fear. "What happened," she demanded. Before anyone could speak Nyx appeared beside Aphrodite, facing her. "I've been looking everywhere for you...," Nyx began but was cut off. "Not now," Aphrodite said and moved around the bed to Ethan's side. Nyx looked a Ethan with and expression he didn't understand before refocusing and Aphrodite. "What happened," Aphrodite demanded of Sabina and Lily. "That is what I am trying to tell you," Nyx said and Aphrodite whirl around and glared at her. "You did this," she demanded in a hiss and walls of the room shuddered. "No, he has been touched by Chaos," Nyx replied. Aphrodite's became ashen and she quickly lay her hands on Ethan's chest. He felt nothing but the urge cough vanished and the blood coating his hands and mouth disappeared, even the taste of copper left his mouth. He expected Aphrodite to pull her hands back but she didn't move. She stared intently at his abdomen in silence as if she was peering right through his skin. After nearly ten minutes of her motionless staring she shuddered and lifted her hands from his body. "What would Chaos want with you," Aphrodite asked him and he shrugged. "She didn't want him," Nyx interjected, "She wanted to torment me for some reason. She laid her hands on me and she told him to leave. He refused and she 'Ordered' him to leave and he fought off the order and refused her again. Then Gaia appeared and Chaos grabbed his wrist. Gaia eventually drove her off but the damage had already been done." "What damage," Lily asked and looked worriedly at her son. "Choas is not her name, she doesn't have a name. Chaos is what she is, she is the embodiment of all chaos. The universe, everything in existence with substance, is formed through order. Atom, particles, energy, whatever you want to call it we are all formed of these thing bound together in an orderly way. In a way that lets our bodies operate, all of the pieces working together. Chaos is not like us, her body is an illusion created by all chaos, an illusion so realistic it can touch you. But you aren't really being touched by a person but by pure concentrated disorder and it conflicts with your existence. Because she is more powerful then Ethan her disorder began to overpower the order of his body, simply with her touch, and his body began to tear itself apart resisting her," Aphrodite explained. "You sound like your saying order and chaos are sentient," Sabina in disbelief. "They very much are sentient and they can walk this world when they choose. Although they almost never interfere in the affairs of mortal or the gods. They are more powerful then all the gods. They can freeze us in time, Chaos sometimes come and freezes us and torments us with her touch. We are much more durable then mortals and her touch cannot kill us. However as powerful as we are no god in existence has ever been able to refuse to obey an 'Order' from Chaos," Nyx answered staring and Ethan, again with a look he couldn't decipher. "I wish he hadn't," Aphrodite said mournfully with a sad look in her eyes. "Why," Lily asked and Aphrodite looked at her. "Because now he has her attention and she nearly killed him from simply touching him. What do you think will happen if she decides to come visit him again," Aphrodite asked and Lily's face paled. "Isn't there anything we can do," Lily asked. "We will do what we can but Chaos does not answer to us. We have tried many times over the eons to destroy her but we have always failed," Aphrodite said and vanished. Nyx gave Ethan one final unreadable look and followed after her. "How are," Sabina asked Ethan. "Fine," he answered and she threw herself into his arms and squeezed him tightly. A small sob escaped from her mouth and she began crying into his shoulders as his arms encircled her. "I thought you were going to die," she half wailed half sobbed in his ear. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair and just held her, letting her cry out her fear. "Better now," he asked when she subsided into sniffles and she nodded. He looked at his watch and was astounded to realize that very little time had passed and they had five minutes to get over to the field. "Come on wash your face we are going to be late for school," he said as he hoisted Sabina to her feet. "Your hurt you can't go," Sabina said. "I was hurt, I am fine now," he said but had to hide a wince as his muscles protested even the small strain of helping Sabina to her feet. "Besides I only have to go to the beginning of class today. The smith gave me today off to rest," Ethan continued before either of them could object. "Hurry so we can go," he told Sabina and she looked like she would protest again but at the determined look on his face she kept her mouth closed and hurried into the bathroom. P.S.: First of thanks to all of my readers who write back to me with ideas even if I don't use them. Secondly this chapter was originally much longer but due to an unfortunate power outage I lost a little over half the chapter. Thirdly sorry for the long wait between chapters.And finally as stated in my other stories' updates, this will be the last post for this story on xnxx. I WILL continue to write this series along with all other uncompleted stories. If you wish to continue reading my writings you can find them at karaxs.com. The site is under construction but a link (which is impossible to miss) on the page will direct you to my temporary site, where my works are posted. Thanks for reading, Karax

My sweet Virgin 1st Wife got knocked up while I was in Vietnam, then when I did not dump her, she went to Ft. Lewis with me and when the Baby was born ten days later took the baby to her mother’s house (I think they came and got her) and I never saw her again, Divorced me and married someone else, had kids then divorced him. However I got that Cowgirl Pussy First, and it took 2 days to get that pussy open and bust that Cherry but I did it with 9 inches of massive deep brown dick and I fucked that bitch every chance I got till I was shipped to Nam. This is another story. Then when I got back I fucked her with her tummy pooched out and up until her water broke. Then 8 days after the baby was born I fucked her again. When she left I Masturbated over the Bitch lots of times, and thought of her when I was fucking other people, mostly sorry ass Co-eds in Platonic Relationships as miss 18 and getting over, got her Surprise and usually got out afterwords. Their Cumed in Pussy, dripping, but intact. These Bitches really believed that someone in their 30’s was going to let them live free and not fuck. Strangely the ones that where, working or had a source of income (trust fund etc.), where much more willing to both share the Rent and the Bed. That was 40 years plus some. Still Smarts Bitch. This started off as a commit to a posted story and a very good one, about two teens that where born in the same hospital on the same day, and their mothers became fast friends, so the kids spent most of the 1st 8 years of their lives playing with each other. Then as often happens 1 family moves and the kids lose touch and mostly forget about each other, but the family’s get back together, the kids now teenagers get together and they fuck each other’s brains out. The Girl is in Control. It was supposed to be just a commit to tell him what a good job he did and talk about B.S. Plus the lies, when people, who get together, are told and really want to believe. The World in General, the Human Race being somewhat parasitic in nature. I ran out of space and it came to my depressed mind that this would make a good story, and unlike the one I am working on now, I had the passion and desire to write it. When I am in the Zone my hands just move over the keys. Spell Check was invented for me. I am one crappy speller, I was always out in the 1st or 2nd round of Class Spelling Bees, when I went into 7th grade they no longer had weekly spelling bees, and I was so happy. I cut my teeth on a Royal and Underwood 5 so and those skills kept me out of the field for all the time I was in the Army, 8 years. Because you go to Supply School does Not mean you are going to be in Supply when you get to your unit. You have to have something to offer and more if you, where mixed raced and some did not like you. Sometimes it felt like going up over a 7 footer playing Basketball, A lot of work and not happening much, but if you apply yourself and ramrod your effort then you can hang in and make do. Make your breaks and if the Door Cracks Kick it open. If there’s a Machine Gun Behind The Door, it might Jam or the round could be a dud, if not oh well gotta go sometime. I am filing this story under, Fiction and Essay, most of it happened, Getting Knocked Up while I was in Vietnam sure did. Fucking her till she almost could not walk sure did. Fucking her 8 days after the Baby was born happened also, (although I do feel somewhat bad about that she wanted it as bad as I did and I never did fuck her if she really did not want to. She was almost as big as me but in a female way pretty face nice tits C's if you must, bright smile, good attitude, Rode a Horse and Barrel Raced at Rodeos. Wore Blue Jeans except to Church and made whatever she wore look good in a Nice Girl next Door Way. She got her Jeans back on 7 days after the Baby was born which is what led to the early and perhaps the last Sex. We sing! I've seen fire and I’ve seen rain at this point. I really did expect to see her again, it just did not happen. I rather just remember her in our Motel Room at 22, asking me if she can move her hips while I am fucking her. Things where that lame in those days, mid 60's, at least where she grew up. Girls did Not Cum although she did. Missionary position was the position of the day sometimes the life time. That's with legs down, not up. No Girl on top, No eating that full brown haired Bush. Just straight Plug and no Play, although I did like her full tits and I did like to suck them like a New Born, I did like to make out, she came with a dick inside her mostly because I lasted a long time not through any special effort of mine. I never did look up her pussy to see her clitoris or other inside parts, I didn’t eat pussy because she used a spermicide for Birth Control and it tasted nasty. Most people did not eat pussy in those days anyway and most men who said they did lied about it. She took two days to open because she was shy and nervous and tightened up. I was large and engorged and did not know what the fuck I was doing either, and not being able to get inside her made me both nervous and pissed off. I had waited, 23 years to get this pussy, I had a two week leave between 3 years in Germany and a promised 6 months Stateside (Dwell Time) and then Nam. She would Not Give it up until the marriage took place, she got kicked out of her house the night before the wedding and she stayed with me at the Motel and we dry fucked our brains out, but she would not take it in. Would not even let me see it, although I did get to work her tits, suck them and run myv dick between them. I might have got a finger in but no more. By the time the Marriage got done and I do not remember by whom. 4 days had gone by. She also could not take any time off her job as a cafe worker at U State. Townie Labor so to speak. BYU Rejects or those who wish to go to College and live a normal life. Also, Princess and Princes. who just could not make the numbers cut and didn’t have the push or the pedigree to get around it. Or for that matter the Money. State is far cheaper than the Y Evan if you can get in. In those days it was kind of a Northern sub campus but with a normal life aspect to it. You would not get thrown out of School for Fucking while Single and Drinking Beer. However she was a local Cafe worker. She was smart enough but I am not sure College interested her. She was into her horse and for a while a sad short while me. We first met one Sunday in the Pen Pal Listing in the funny papers of a Newspaper called the Daily Breeze. She was looking for a Pen Pal or 3 so she sent her name in, nice girl from Utah and all that. I was sitting in my Parents Apartment in Gardena California, (Father and Stepmother of sorts).On a Sunday Morning bored shitless and with nothing to do mid 1963. Sometime time before John was killed). I had not too long before returned from Exile from London England and I was trying to readjust from the English World of Work to American High School. I was not doing too well at it. I have a little bit of my father’s lonely hearts club fetish, fruit does not fall far from the tree and sometimes the fruit is good you just have to pick it up and wipe off the bugs, if you are to chicken to eat the fruit, then put it in the juicer. Drinks fine pulp and all. I will take this subject up in perhaps a different story as I can only handle one bitch at a time. Any way having nothing better to do I wrote her a letter usual Shit kids write. Hi I am 16 and my name is Happy Rabbit and I live in Gardena California, (the Morons had not renamed it Cali yet). I go to Gardena High School, right now I am jacking off thinking of my friend Bill fucking his sister, and the head of my dick is loaded with pre cum. I am going to bust a nut as soon as I am done with this letter; I bust a Nut 3 or 4 times a day, only No Pussy Under I and the Pussy Cat won't give it up. I am fine, how are you, I hope you are fine to, do you suck dick. I am Wt. Ht, and I have Black Hair as long as the School System will let me. That’s not very long. Long hair was Hippie and Homo and Homos got their ass kicked, stay in your closet, and stay deep. Usual Stuff, Please send a picture with as little cloths as possible as I want to see your tits so when I Jack Off over you I can be thinking of you. I would send you a picture but my Brownie takes lousy shots. I should be getting a Kodak 110 soon and that will be a massive upgrade. Anyway I am Ugly and you would not write back, if I was not ugly I'd have a girlfriend and I would not need a shitty pen pal relationship. Well I must have been interesting enough as she wrote and sent a picture, cute girl nice tits, modestly dressed and different enough that I wrote her back so forth and so on about 1 ½ weeks each way. Letters crossing letters so forth and so on. Massive Cum Stains on the sheets. Aside: I did not have a girl friend or, had Sex because every time I would get the hint of a relationship going my father would move. I need a stable relationship in order to have Sex, nothing Religious or anything just the way it is and always has been. It does not have to be a long stable relationship deep love or anything but attraction, and friendship. Picking up some one and fucking them is to me like fucking a pig. Plus if she will do it with you who else has she done it with. Pen Pals are a cover for the fear of relationships. Fear of the light, fear of the dark, fear of contact. Fear of being shit on and fucked over, told on or as in my case Moved. We wrote for a long while, without phoning or anything. I always feared that someone would be on an extension laughing. Of course she being White and me being Not White and that being Utah did not add to my comfort zone. I do not feel that way today, time and have not for many, many seasons. Let me stop here because it’s a good place to stop and to go on I would have to change the set and move scenes etc. Please leave Comments; I really do not care what you think except some of the Masters. I am always open to ideas although I think I am sick enough already. I made my Money In Direct marketing and I have the Balls and Toys to prove it. This is my first story in a long, long time, I post on Topix and other sights. I lost my Book way over a decade ago. Never could recreate it. With me when it gone it’s gone. Getting through College was Hell because I have trouble processing from short term memory to long term. It has to be somewhat redundant for me to retain it. Now it is the next day and I have edited this story till my balls are blue and I am beyond board shitless. Not wanting to do a Moses and spend 40 years without posting it, here it is. Please Enjoy. I will do a Part 2, because I want to tell about John and High School and what happened and did not happen because of that Event In Dallas.

Most of this I do not believe. I see nothing wrong with a Sister and Brother having Sex with each other, living as husband and wife and having kids. In fiction I like the Sister to be a little older or twins, and for the female to be more or less in charge. When you grow up togeather you see each others bodys unless you live in a very strict house. There are times when you become Teens that you are left alone for periods of time, the oldest watching the youngest. As hormones kick in Attraction can be natural and there is somthing called natural progression. 1st base, 2nd base, 3rd base Home. With Incest its often stright to home. Of course this is better when it is close aged, 1 to 3 years. Mostly with Siblings you will find Greater tenderness and love. Mostly because they care about each other. Like any relationship it sometimes wears its self out. Some people fall in deep love and live as Husband and Wife, and have family and grow old and happy togeather. Our Society says that Incest is wrong, that the Females are always the victims. Unless its a 300 pound mother sitting on her son. That it always has violence and substance abuse. In reality Not So Much, but those people keep quiet about it and do not admit or talk about it. So any survey is skewed. The natural break time seems to be going away to college or into the service. Of course being found out or PG or Religlious Confession of some kind is the greatest fear. Isolation and Incest, is what starts Tribes, Races and Nations, so its been going on a long long time. The anti-sex values of Religions have claimed it as a Taboo and Secular Law backs that up. I do not evan consider Sex between Cousins, Halfs, Steps, and Adopts as Incest. Remember Incest can also be Hetro or Homo, or Mahu, Transgender, or Hermie. Handicapped, Pretty, Pretty Ugly, or what ever. Birth defects are to be watched out for but Retardation is No more rare then in the general population. Domonate Genes tend to pass on and Resessive Genes do not. However ugly head rearing is possible, however that is in every mating. Mental Health Questions perhaps, and of course a chance of a failed relationship later on, are possible. You have to do what your heart and body tell you to do, it is no better or worse life. Remember Blue Lagoon was in part about this subject. In most fiction everyone is perfact in real life just average like the greater part of the population. Video Games and the Net take some of the stigma (hate that word) away, and create a new box so to speak. If you have a good relationship with your sibling why waste good Net and Game time finding another one. When you have one at home. Lust or Bordom is a 1 or 2 time thing, True love can of course lead to regular sex and that can happen hundrads or thousands of times. In fiction and in part because of the Net. Kids start off Multi Positional and both expect an O or repeated O's in the case of females. Sucking has always been in and now that shaving gets you past the smell there is more Oral Sex on the female. It is No Longer Urban myth, that Girls cum often and hard. In 1968 my first wife asked me several days into the marriage if she was allowed to move her hips. I told her to move anything she wanted and things got better quickly. Gosh she had a nice pair of C cups and a Virgin Pussy tight as you can get. I could spend hours inside her. She also had good abs and you could feel them when she came. That was 40 years plus ago. I have been sexually happy most of the time but I sure wish that had worked out. She got PG while I was in Nam and although we tried it just did not work. If you want to have Incest and you are both on board then do it, life is to short, to woulda, coulda, shoulda. Just turn out the lights and screw. I am going to post this as an Essay on my favorite Sex Stories Web Site. Good luck to all anf God Bless. Yes there is one and he did invent sex for all creatures great and small. God told Man and put it in every other creture to Replenish The Earth. Which means screw your brains out. Now I am still a little short so I am just going to more or less B.S. and take up some time. My life has been not so great lately. My wife has been off with a work injury and I cannot write when she is home not the fear of getting cought but the distraction. When ever I am doing somthing elso she wants attention, or she wants to go some place and it is far cheaper to go with her. I love her to death but I need the room and the space sometimes. Instead of following DR. Ordeers she got my Son to help her remodel my Daughters Room so my area the Basement is full of stuff from Daughters Room and Daughter does not do shit she does not have to do, but in such a nice way. My Son is not going to College Right Now and my Daughter only works 10 hrs a week and sometimes part of that is at home by Computer. However that is about to change. The Pizza Company opened a Call Center not far from Us and they are having problems finding people that can speak clear English, take Pizza orders and run a computer at the same time. Both my kids can do that. Normal would be good right now and I would not ask for anything better.

Fall pf Paradise: Chapter 5 Chapter 5: A Queen in Shining Armor Avriel winced as another twig snapped under her foot. She following behind one of the Lios women, Mel, who had volunteered to act as her guide. Tara had offered but Avriel had commanded her to stay behind and watch over Azriel and her daughter. Avriel moved as quietly as possible and in truth made very little noise but when compared to the Lios leading her, who moved as silently as a shadow over the ground, she was highly aware of every sound she made. The vibrant greenery of the forest engulfed them as they moved closer to Prowel. Sun streamed down through a break in the lush canopy over head and Avriel looked up into the sky and was releaved to see the cloud she had expected overhead. The cloud was merely a hologram projected by a swarm of minuscule flying robots. She had been worried that their limited sensors may have lost them in the dense foliage. "We are almost there Rasheena," Mel whispered barely above breathing volume. Avriel touched the Lios back to indicated she had heard. Two days she had planned this rescue. She had spoken to every one of the Lios and asked them innumerable questions. They had cooperated although some of the questions they didn't understand the reason for and some they had no answer for. The Lios' who had made the cavern home had begun referring to her Rasheena, the female term for leader as Rashak is for men. At first she had tried to get them to stop but when they became extremely upset she had simply allowed them to call her what they wanted. She had wondered about it and come to the conclusion that they somehow lumped her protecting them with her being the leader. Mel stopped suddenly and Avriel almost crashed into her back but she caught herself and froze holding her breath and listening to the forest around them. "What's wrong," she demanded quietly. Mel crouched down and Avriel copied the movement and through a break in the foliage could see the village beyond. "Thank you Mel, head back to Base and be careful not to be seen," Avriel ordered and was surprised when the Lios shook her head. "I will go with you, the others will not trust you," Mel replied with determination. Avriel, not having an argument to counter her, shrugged and studied the village again. After twenty minutes of watching and not seeing anyone she asked Mel, who'd remained silent, about the absence of people. "The males will be out hunting and patrolling the forest around the village. Thanks to your cutting their numbers down they can't leave more then a handful to guard and patrol. We must get in and get the others before the hunters return with their catch. There should be no more than two or three in the village. There shouldn't be anyone in the hut with the females during the day time," Mel explained. "Alright, you go and get the others ready to go I will search the village for guards then join you," Avriel ordered and Mel moved off silently with a nod. Avriel crept through the underbrush at the edge of the village watching for any movement to give away a guard. An utter lack of movement was all she found other then empty huts. A loud noise halfway between a scream and and roar came from the direction of the huts where the females were being held. Avriel turned and bolted towards the larger building, abandoning stealth for expedience. She rounded at hut to see Mel on the ground as a male Lios beat her with the haft of a spear. Several female Lios watched from the doorway of the large building to fearful to come out of the building let alone give aid to Mel. Avriel rushed at the Lios back and as she neared him she realized she knew this one, Slant. His leg was bandaged and splinted and he was very unsteady on his feet as he swung the spear which, luckily for Mel, leeched most of the damage from his blows. Hearing her rapid approach he turned his eyes widening in surprise as she closed the distance between them. He frantically turned back to Mel and tried to grab her to use as a hostage but Mel had managed to get to all fours and crawl away a little and was out of his easy reach. He snarled viciously at her in frustration and that was the last thing he did before Avriel's sword swept down and severed his head from his neck. Several of the Lios women in the door let out a little shriek and began talking so fast over each other the the bracelet couldn't interpret was they were saying. "Mel are you okay," Avriel asked the Lios and gently lifted her to her feet with a hand under her arm. "I'm alright," Mel answered breathing heavily. "Get these women ready and I'll leave a message for the Rashak," she ordered and Mel nodded and wobbled into the building with the hysterical Lios. Avriel grabbed Slant's spear and with a heavy drove it point down into the earth and then she grabbed his head and forced it onto the end of the haft. She turned back to face the building just as Mel led a procession of Lios from inside. "Let's go," she ordered and Mel took the lead. They traveled halfway back to Base when a small band of Lupos detached from the greenery surrounding them. Avriel immediately drew her sword and leapt to place herself between this new threat and her charges. The Lios shrank away from the Lupos in terror that is the few who didn't begin screaming bloody murder. "Peace," the lead Lupos said in perfect common and he held his spear horizontally in a loose grip, the universal sign of non-aggression. The other five Lupos look nervous but none raised a weapon in a threatening manner so Avriel paused but did not lower her sword. "What do you want," she demanded. "We want the same freedom and safety you have offered the feline-kin. The males of our kind are not treated as harshly as their females but our society is matriarchal and males are treated little better than slaves by most of the females," the Lupos answered. Avriel studied him for a moment. He stood nearly eight feet tall and towered over her but he loom or try to intimidate her with his greater size. "Why not simply fight for your freedom," Avriel asked and lowered her sword after deciding to believe him. He relax infinitesimally as here weapon lower but gave no other sign the weapons presence had effected him. "The Lupos people give birth to female children two or three times as often as males. Not even counting the Lupos females who are not trained to fight, the males are outnumber by a significant number," he explained. Avriel nodded her understanding and then with a sigh she slid her sword back into it's sheathe. One of the Lios behind her whimpered in fear as the weapon was sheathed and Avriel looked back to see all of the Lios females practically trembling in terror. "What is it," she demanded of Mel who wasn't as panic stricken as the others. "They are afraid of the canine-kin. We are told from birth that if we are captured by one of them, they will hurt and rape us until we beg for death. Then they will eat us," Mel explained and shiver at the visual she painted with her words. Avriel turned back to the Lupos and even though his face was so very alien from her own that she found it difficult to read emotions she could discern the shocked outrage in his eyes. He was the only one to reacted to Mel's words at first but when he turned back and spoke to them, in a language consisting of yips, small barks, and whines, the look transferred to every other Lupos face. "We have never touched a feline-kin female, nor have we ever heard of one of our kind who has done such a heinous thing. Most of us have never even seen a female feline-kin before today," he refuted. "How did you come to learn the Lios language," she asked. It took him a moment to connect Lios with feline-kin but after he realized what she was asking he spoke. "The canine-kin and the feline-kin was often but in the times of peace, they trade goods with each other. Some of the males are taught their language so they might handle the trading. All canine-kin females know their language but rarely choose to interact with them due to the feline-kin's view on 'a females place'. Avriel nodded her understanding and turned to face Mel and the other Lios. "They will not hurt you, you have my word," she said and they relaxed, the terror drained from their faces but they still eyed the Lupos nervously. "What is your name," she asked the lead Lupos. "Jaren," he replied. "You and you group lead the way to Base, were I live," she ordered. He nodded and switched his grip on his spear to a more ready position and began to turn away but paused and then faced her agian. "There are more of us here. I thought it best if we only approached in a small number to avoid alarming you," Jaren said. Avriel opened her mouth to speak but closed it then nodded and motioned him forward. He turned without a word and vanished into the under brush silently. Avriel and the Lios' continued on towards Base only occasionally catching glimpses of the Lupos in the trees ahead as they moved. When they arrived at the field in front of Base, Avriel was shocked to see the group of Lupos had swelled to nearly a hundred strong. Avriel paused for only a moment at the sight before hurrying forward. The Lios who followed her crowded close to her back, bumping against her wings and making it difficult to walk but the terror on their face, as they look at the Lupos, when she turned to reprimand them stopped her. She sighed in resignation and hurried for the front door of Base. The door opened as she approached and Sidbot rolled out the door the robots arms were formed into cannons and they pointed at the unknown Lupos. "Stand down Sidney," Avriel ordered and the arm transformed back to normal. The Sidbot rolled backwards into the cavern ahead of Avriel who was closely followed by the Lios. With cries of joy there occupants rushed forward to greet the new arrivals. Avriel waited by the door until all the Lios were in then called Jaren to her. "Yes," he asked. "I need to explain the situation to those already inside and I need you all to wait out here. I don't want to cause a panic which will almost assuredly happen if I just bring you inside," she explained. Jaren thought for a moment and then nodded his understanding. "Good, just wait out here until I call for you. I will leave the door open, if some kind of danger approaches you are to all retreat inside," she order and he nodded again and leaned forward toward her but halfway down towards her face he paused and a looked Avriel couldn't understand settled on his face. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as it seemed he was having trouble explaining what exactly the problem was. "You have no muzzle," he finally said. "Yes, I am aware," Avriel answered confused, not understanding what her lack of a muzzled to do with anything. "Canines lick the muzzles of their superiors. It is a sign of submission and you have no muzzle," Sidney informed since Jaren seemed to be struggling with explaining himself. He nodded vigorously at Sidney's answer and looked the small robot over with a quick interested glance before turning back to Avriel. "My kind salute to show respect or deference. Depending on the species or cultural group the salute changes but this is my peoples," Avriel told him. She clenched her right hand into a fist and pressed it over the left side of her chest. He duplicated with the wrong hand awkwardly and she hand to fight back the urge to laugh. A small smile slipped out and he grinned back at her in return. "Like this with your other hand, its always the same hand unless you have some reason for not being able to use that hand," she explained and smiled at him when he corrected himself in a perfect salute. He turned and walked back towards his waiting warriors and she headed for Tara. "We need to gather all of the Lios so I can speak to them," she told Tara. Tara looked at the open door of the cave but headed off to gather her people. Avriel waited near the door, leaning against the rock of the cavern tiredly. "I have a announcement which most if not all of you probably aren't going to like," Avriel began as soon as they all stood in front of her. A nervous growl ran trough the crowd at her words but silence quickly fell and she continued. "On our way her we met a large group of Lupos. They have requested permission to live here and I have granted it tp them," Avriel said. For three second there was absolute silence in the cavern before the congregated Lios began yowling and hissing loudly over top of one another trying to be heard. Avriel closed her eyes and ground the heel of her palm into her temple in an effort to massage away the headache that was rapidly forming behind her eyes. The cacoffiny continued for a full two minutes with no sign of abating before Avriel had heard enough. "SILENCE," she yelled and at of the Lios stilled instantly. "This is my home for the moment and I have allowed you to become a part of it. To live here in safety away from those who would oppress you and it has brought me a great deal of trouble. I have gone out of my way to rescue those of you left behind in your village because it was the right and decent thing to do. This is not my planet and you are not my people but it would have been wrong to ignore the injustices you were suffering. I HAVE given them permission to live here with us in peace. Any of you are free to leave if you don't like it," she declared and turned and stepped up to the door. "Jaren it's okay now," she called. When she turned back to those in the cavern she was unsurprised to see them retreating to the farthest point of the cavern from the door. Jaren stepped into the cavern first and looked around curiously. He shot Avriel a glance when he spotted the Lios hurrying away but she just shrugged at him and gestured inside. He motioned over his shoulder in a forward movement and head for the building shaped Sidney as his troops entered Base. ATTENTION READERS READ THIS OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!!!!!!!!! This will be the last chapter of this stroy that I post on this website. I will post one more chapter for each of my other stories then I will not be posting on xnxx anymore. HOWEVER I will continue posting them on wolfpub.org and on karaxs.com. Karaxs.com is still under construction but a link on the page will direct you to the temporary sight where my stories are located. Thanks for reading, Karax

If you Google the Word Traitor. The 1st Name that comes up in the Search List is Traitor Jane Fonda. We who lived through and where in the Service and in Vietnam when you went and sat on the Commie Tank still remember and have Not Forgiven You In Anyway. You are a Traitor you will always be a Traitor. Not so much the Hanoi thing but the other acts of Treason and the Fact that you where not a bimbo and fully knew what you where about and what you where doing. Traitor Jane Fonda you are Guilty of Treason against the United States of America, during a Time of War and you are going to Hell, and not the 1 in Minnesota. You are going to Fundamentalist Fire and Brim Stone Hell, weather or not it really exists. If I meet you in the afterlife I will know that I am in Hell. Millions of us do not forgive you. Your 1st name will always be Traitor Jane. That Said. I forced my self to see On Golden Pond, and I went to see your Dad not you. You however are or where a fine Actress. One of my better memories of Vietnam is seeing Barbarella. You are also a fantastic businesswomen and your Videos Rock mostly because they work. So doesn’t Billy Banks so what the heck. At 73 you are still very easy on the eye and after Norma Jean Baker, and Jamie Lee Curtis, the hottest female on the planet time and season considered. I am glad at 73 you are still having Sex and enjoying your self. I know I am at 65 at least my 50 year old wife tells me I am. Getting old hurts and it sucks but I think different people think differently about it. As we live so much longer, I would hope your 70's and 80's become more age appropriate for having Sex. In retrospect its Not Just the Hanoi thing it the Country Joe and the Fish thing, and the Draftees coming to the concerts some wearing wigs. I was there I know. You where all Guilty of Treason, Vietnam was a hot war and your actions prolonged that War. Indirectly costing lives. That parts not your fault so much. The problem is that even counting time and season you actions where still Treason. I do have great respect for your Dad, your brother and from a Craft and Business stand point you. I am not developed enough as a Human being to forgive you. Then again I do not take tours to Vietnam and hug commies either. If my fellow Vets need that to clean their soul or lives then that is their right and they fought for that right, more power to them. I live in Hawaii I have to deal with them from time to time. I think both sides cope and we do well. I am retired now and my hobby is Adult Romance Writing. My passion is stopping Abortion, and Stopping Domestic Abuse in General. Best wishes and good day. This is partly in a response to an Article in Time Mag Aug 22, 2011 Jane Fonda 10 Questions, knowing I would not get far with Time, I posted this on Traitor Jayne’s Web Site. She has a 1000 stroke limit and xnxx has a 5000 stroke min, and it came in at 2600 and change. She got a way cut version and this is an expanded version starting from this Paragraph. This does have to do with Sex as Jane Fonda was Sex and behind Norma Jean Baker and Jamie Lee Curtis, could be the 3rd Hottest chick on the Planet ever. In 1968 she could make most men cum in their pants. There are plenty of Nude Shots of her on Google. And some good shots of Bridget also. Jane Fonda was honest and did not ever say sorry about taking off her cloths. What you see was what you got with her. Did it make her actions as a Traitor count any less. No they did not and in some ways made them count more, Because despite the popular spin that she was a controlled Bimbo she was far from it and knew full well what she was doing. It was 1968 and I was at Fort Lewis doing Dwell Time, exactly 6 months to the day recovering from 3 years in Europe fighting the Cold War, until the Army could legally send me to the Hot War. Rest assured when my day came I got orders for Nam. Despite my attempts to have my files lost. People went out of their way to make sure that I got to go. It was my turn and I really had not much against it. I had been Married about Six Months and I had not brought my Wife from Utah to Ft Lewis because of the short time I had to do there and the expense of moving her and her Horse. Except for the Tight Virgin Pussy Factor I had no business messing with her in the first place and she had absolutely No Business messing with me we where Oil and Water in every way possible. However we where old pen pals and had full filled a need for one another for several years. At the end of my Tour in Europe I went to see her and we more or less decided we wanted to fuck our brains out, and in order for her to do that she had to be married so wanting that pussy so badly I could taste it we got married, which in her faith group gave her permission to fuck. It took two day to get her relaxed enough to get that pussy open 8 plus inches in and sperm into her spermicide filled hole. I was good but not edible because of the Spermicide. I made it my goal in the two weeks we had together to put enough Cum in her to make the Spermicide a non issue. If she got PG she was not going to have an Abortion, the guilt would drive her nuts. She had to work some of that two weeks, and she started date and times count after about the 4th day. I did get control and did take my time and she did come. She asked me if she could move her hips and I told her to move any thing she wanted, and things got better right away. Apparently in her sheltered Culture laying there and taking it was standard behavior. She never was willing to suck, get on top or anything close to taking it Anal The pussy was fine so I did not care about the rest, I was young in love and for the first time in my life getting laid regular. Short time it was, we set her up in a small apt, and off I went to Fort Lewis. Till I could scope and figure things out. The result of that was to decide to stay apart because I would not be at Lewis long enough to matter. Looking back it all mattered, but you do not always know that till later. I was thinking with my head and not my dick at the time and it should have been very much the other way around. Should I have done things differently perhaps, but perhaps not. When I did get orders for Nam like I said to the exact day. She did come up for the 1 month required leave and we did fuck our way up and then down the Pacific Coast. From Vancouver Canada to Disneyland up into Utah. I remember when she arrived in her Truck. I had signed out of Base and rented a cheap Motel Room Next to a Denny’s where we could be served at. We gave each other big hugs and kisses and went inside the Motel Room and I got her shirt of and Bra Off and those small Melons up against me and in my mouth as soon as I could. She was cute as all get out, just right thick and wore a pair of blue jeans to die for. Usually either Levi or Wrangler, Man’s she liked the cut. I told her I didn’t care what she wore as long as it came off. Anyway I had most likely beat off but I was able to fuck her twice with out stopping and my Sperm beat the Spermicide as I came all up in that pussy and just stayed in it. Their was No throwing your legs back with her, she laid on her back laid there and took it, the big difference is that she came, Juices did not explode because she held it in and then headed straight for the bathroom. Now and then I could get her to lay in it for awhile. Some of both of us would drip out. We fucked twice and got up and cleaned up and went to diner at the Denny’s. Because of our Mix we started to get the Slow service bad service stuff, and I remember calling the manager over and saying what I thought also that I was on my way to Nam and although I was leaving Ft Lewis, I had been the Caddy for the Base XO and I could have his place off limits in one phone call. The last part of that was a lie. However he did not want to take a chance on me not having been the XO's Caddy. I just told him I wanted to get my wife and I fed and out of there but if needed I would give him more then the problems he was asking for. Its rough when you have to fight for your food. We got back to the Motel and fucked again this was more like making love, and between Truck Trip and having be fucked twice already she just went with it and as soon as I came,she fell asleep. How does this relate to Traitor Jane Fonda. Well when I was doing Dwell Time at Ft Lewis I went one evening with a friend and we saw Traitor Jane and Country Joe and the Fish in a small arena in Tacoma lots of anti war stuff bordering on Treason. It was not just the Country Joe thing. Joe MacDonald was Vile and Toxic. A lot of GI Draftees where there and some wore wigs so people would not think that they where in the Army but although they went around talking to each other about Plastic People (68 was the early days of Credit Cards) they where the most plastic of all. I want to get into that trip my 1st wife and I took up and down the Pacific Coast, but another time. I know what I describe would now be thought of a boring sex but consider the time and season and the upbringing and we did have a good time. Would I do it again even though I knew how it would turn out. Hell Yeah!!! Now we sing “ I've Seen Fire and I've seen Rain” and we just wipe a little tear for the could have been. Ist loves like bad habits die hard.

Little Sister’s Dilemma - Chapter III “Sarah, get the hell out of here!” Joanne screamed, “and stay the fuck out until I get dressed, or I’ll shove my hand up your ass and give you fucking haemorrhoids!” Our sensuous little world of loving incest had been broached by my sister’s friend Sarah, and we had been caught in a most compromising position. My now-flaccid cock was still captured in my sister’s ass, and she had clamped her rectal muscles in an attempt to hold me there. The only thing between this steamy scene and Sarah’s prying eyes were the sleeping bags that we’d zipped together, giving us enough room for two naked bodies. “Don’t threaten me, Joanne Houghton!” Sarah snapped back, her voice full of anger and malice. “You two have enough explaining to do as it is, and I’m not going anywhere until I get it.” The look of determination on Sarah’s face told me that we were in big trouble, and Joanne’s expression confirmed my worst fears. But Sarah was kind enough to give us some privacy, backing out of the tent’s doorway and letting the flap drop back into place, although she did leave the flap’s zipper undone. “Jim, how the hell are we going to keep her from blabbing to everyone back home?” Joanne asked, her tone full of real concern. “The first people that’ll hear about us will be Mom and Dad, and we both know how well that’ll work out. Dad’ll cut your balls off, and Mom’s probably gonna glue my cunt shut! Geez, ya think her timing could have been any worse than this?” I almost expected my little sister to break out into tears, and the guilt that I felt for putting her into this compromised predicament wasn’t doing me any good, either. To say that we were scared shitless would be a bit of an understatement. “Sis, everyone has their price. Whatever Sarah wants to keep her mouth shut, we’re gonna have to do. It’s as simple as that. The question is, what’s it gong to cost us to get that silence?” I put forth. “Maybe we can negotiate something?” I added, hoping against hope that Joanne’s friend had a bent for bickering. “What she wants is sex,” my sister advanced, “but to what degree, I couldn’t tell you. Whether she’d settle for something relatively innocent, or whether she’d demand a full-blown orgy, we’ll have to find out. Dammit Jim, I’m scared! To lose everything we’ve found together because of Sarah’s big mouth is going to just kill me! I can’t lose you, big brother! I just can’t!” “Hey, I’m not going anywhere! Whatever happens, we’re in this together, and whatever it takes to protect my little sister, I’ll do it. You know that, and you know that I’ll risk everything I have, and everything I am, just to keep you safe, don’t you? So let’s go talk to Sarah, and find out what she wants in exchange for her silence” I suggested. Joanne grabbed a cloth and cleaned herself off, then threw the rag at me, suggesting that I seriously consider following her lead. Inhaling deeply, I could see what she meant. I smelled of cum, both hers and mine, and it was bad enough to make a skunk consider another bottle of Chanel No. 5, especially if he was within a hundred feet of our tent. As I cleaned myself up, Joanne struggled to pull on some suitable clothing in preparation for a confrontation with our uninvited guest. She was kind enough to wait for me to get dressed so that we could approach the enemy with a united front. I got the idea that Joanne’s strategy was based on the concept that the best defence is a strong offence. I was still working on the premise that if I couldn’t see the problem, it didn’t exist. Maybe one of these days, I’ll learn how to imitate an ostrich and stick my head in the sand. But once I was dressed, it was time to find out exactly what it would take to guarantee Sarah’s silence. Sitting at the picnic table that was part of the campsite, Joanne and I sat on one side while Sarah sat on the other, the best seating arrangement for a negotiating conference. My sister tried to soften the tension of the meeting with some small talk, all the while holding my hand under the table. Sarah knew she had the upper hand, and wasn’t about to back down if she didn’t have to, but the whole conflict seemed to be stalling until one of us got to the meat of the problem. I bit the bullet and opened with the obvious blunt question. “Okay, Sarah, you sort of have us over a barrel here. What we want is for you to keep what you know entirely to yourself. What do we have to do to get you to keep your mouth shut?” I couldn’t have made it any simpler than that, and I felt Joanne squeeze my hand as a signal that she hoped we could find something to offer her friend that would keep all of us relatively happy. “Joanne knows exactly what I want – to see you two happy” Sarah came back. “I’ve had a thing for you since we were fourteen, Jim, but you’re Joanne’s guy now. Girls aren’t supposed to hit on other girl’s guys. Right, Jo?” I couldn’t believe my ears! Sarah had us both between a rock and a hard place, and she was going to give up something that had been her fantasy for almost two years? There had to be a catch, because this was too easy. I could have it left well enough alone, and maybe I should have, but something was nagging at the back of my head. “That’s it?” I wondered aloud. “No conditions, no negotiations, no blackmailing? As much as I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, Sarah, I’m having a hard time believing that you’d let us off the hook and just look the other way. What’s the catch?” Sarah sat and stared at me for a minute before dropping the bombshell. She wanted to spend the weekend in our company, which to me was right in there with going hunting with a game warden in the off-season. The opportunity to be with my sister, alone, was beginning to evaporate quickly. My first reaction was to tell her to get lost, but Joanne’s squeeze on my hand got my attention instantly, and I kept my mouth shut. “Tell you what, Sarah,” Jo began to negotiate, “how about we spend the day together, and see where it goes from there? You have nowhere to sleep, and we’re not about to stuff three people in that tent. It isn’t big enough for that many bodies anyway. Besides, there’s a reason why Jim and I are up here, and it sure isn’t to hold an open house.” “Deal,” Sarah volunteered, “but I sure could use a coffee, right about now. That’s a long drive, and I got up kind of early to find out what you two were up to. My curiosity drove me nuts all night. You have to admit that a brother and sister going camping at this time of year is a little over the top. If it was my little brother and I, you’d be wondering too.” Sarah’s little brother Kyle was barely thirteen, and probably as close to a nerd as I’d ever seen. Eventually he’d probably grow up to be a nice guy, but by the time he did, the three of us would be out of our parent’s houses and gone. The thought of Sarah and Kyle as lovers just wouldn’t gel in my mind anyway, and I could easily see Sarah’s point. In an effort to clear the fog in my brain, I got up and started a small fire while Joanne got the percolator ready to brew our morning “wake-me-up juice”, as my Dad referred to it. While I was busy building a tepee out of kindling, Sarah snuck over and squatted down beside me. It took a second for her presence to register, leaving me unsure of just what her intentions were. The discomfort of that uncertainty must have shown, because she opened the conversation in a subdued and almost whispered voice. “Jim, you really love her, don’t you?” Sarah began. I told her the truth, admitting just how I felt without going into too much detail. “I have to admit that I’m a little jealous,” Sarah continued, “and I’d kill to have a guy like you for my own. But it feels good inside to see both of you so happy, and so much in love. Hell, Jim, just sitting at the table, I could feel it saturating the air! So, how did you two get to be this way? What happened that you two became lovers?” I had no problem relating the tale, but not without Joanne present. After all, this was something that involved both of us, and leaving her out of the conversation seemed conspiratorial. I wasn’t ready to go there, and left the relating of the story until we were all sitting around the fire while nursing our first cups of coffee. Once seated, Joanne began relating the story, starting with that night that she and Sarah had spent exploring each other’s bodies. Poor Sarah showed her embarrassment at me knowing what had transpired. I tried to let her know that I understood, and had no real problems with what had happened. Once Joanne had explained how their sexual activities had been the catalyst to the changes in our relationship, I added any details I considered important that my sister missed. By the time we finished, Sarah’s face was a picture of awe, with more questions behind it than either of us were comfortable answering. “So when I arrived here this morning, you two had just finished making love?” Sarah asked. “Mmm hmm,” Joanne let her know, “and when you barged in, I was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Jim’s cock deep inside me. You have no idea how close I came to scratching your eyes out! I think that if he wasn’t still in me, I probably would have, too. Geez, your timing couldn’t have been worse!” I was going to say that it could have been, especially if Sarah had arrived a few minutes earlier, but there was no point bringing that up. I let Sarah squirm with the knowledge that she’d almost ruined a moment of intimacy between my sister and I. Sarah’s expression indicated that my closed mouth was having the desired affect. “How was I supposed to know?” Sarah tried to apologize. “I mean, how often does one come across a brother and sister making love, and out in the middle of nowhere, too? Shit, if I’d known why you’d escaped the city, I’d have . . . well, maybe left you alone? I mean, I might be a horny little bitch at times, but I do know when to make myself scarce!” “Oh really?” I jibed at her. “Then how come you’re still here?” Sarah gave me a dirty look, and I thought for a minute that she was about to stomp off in a huff. And for some strange reason, I didn’t want to see her go, at least not in a bad mood. “Oh relax, girl” I offered. “I have nothing against you, except maybe bad timing. You’re here now, so why don’t we all just have a good time and a friendly visit. There’s enough food that we can feed you for supper tonight, and you can either stay overnight, if you don’t mind sleeping in your car, or drive back to town after we eat. Just promise me that you’ll find somewhere to go when Joanne and I decide to make love this afternoon . . . and we probably will, too. God, but that girl can get me all worked up!” I got a knowing look for my confession, and an unspoken promise that if we wanted to be alone, Sarah would make sure we got the opportunity. “How about something to eat? We haven’t had breakfast yet, and I could use some food in my stomach, right about now” I added as I changed the conversation's direction. Without waiting for an answer, I set the griddle on the fire grate, and made us some bacon and eggs. I was hungrier than I thought, and so were both girls. We finished off a full pound of bacon, half a dozen eggs, toast, and another full pot of coffee. Sarah even offered to wash and dry all the dishes while my sister and I relaxed. Once she’d cleaned up, Sarah grabbed a chair and joined us, the restful tranquillity of the outdoors lulling us all into a trance-like state. Joanne and I sat beside each other, holding hands, and basking in the closeness of our love. Even Sarah accepted our togetherness, remaining outside that intimate circle that we’d defined by our proximity to each other. Half an hour later, I suggested that we take a walk along one of the many trails that circled the lake. Joanne and I walked hand in hand, with Sarah finding herself a place on my other side. She really was looking to be accepted as a part of our sphere, to an aspect that I couldn’t ignore. While Joanne didn’t seem to mind her friend’s presence, she also wasn’t about to share her brother with anyone, and her grip on my hand got progressively tighter. I chuckled with the realization of that, squeezing back in an attempt to reassure her. When she leaned her head on my shoulder, I knew that I’d gotten my message across. We spent the next three hours walking that trail, finally arriving back at our campsite again. “I’m fried” Sarah confessed. “Would you mind if I snuck into the tent and had a snooze?” she asked both of us. “Sure, no problem,” Joanne told her, “but you might want to make sure that it’s dried out in the sleeping bag. We both came pretty hard, just before we were so rudely interrupted, and there might be a pool of juices in there.” Her tone wavered between being informative and of issuing a warning. “Oh, and no wearing your clothes if you crawl into the bag. I’m not going to bed tonight to find trail grit in my bed. If you use the sleeping bag, strip down to your bra and panties first.” Sarah gave my sister a strange look of incomprehension, then shrugged her shoulders a bit and made her way into the tent. It was a minute later that we heard her loud complaints. “Geez, you guys! This sleeping bag’s got cum stains in it, and it’s soaking wet inside! I’ve got your juices smeared all over my panties!” Both of us had to giggle with the visualization of Sarah’s predicament. “Jo, have you got an extra pair of panties I can borrow? I can’t wear these ones home! My Mom would be asking what the hell I got on them, and I don’t think I want to have to explain that it’s you guy’s cum all over my . . . “ She left that part undefined, leaving me wondering just where on her panties she’d managed to get soaked with the still-wet mess we’d left behind. “Yeah, I’ll dig you up a pair after you wake up” Joanne offered. Like me, my little sister had the same question as to the location on Sarah’s body the residue had collected. We smiled our curiosity to each other, then started to organize our campsite a bit better. Sarah would probably sleep for an hour or two, and we wanted to keep busy while she did. The activity would help keep our minds off of what we both really wanted to be doing, and with Sarah in the tent, that venue wasn’t going to be available. Somehow, we managed to find enough to occupy the better part of an hour, our desires being fanned by our inability to consummate our lust for each other. Finally, Joanne broke down and wrapped her arms around my neck when I least expected it. “Jim, you have no idea how badly I want you right now. If the tent wasn’t occupied, I’d push you in there and ravish you until you filled my pussy with your cum! Damn that Sarah, anyway! Why’d she have to pick this weekend to be a fucking pest?” My sister’s frustration was obvious, and mine wasn’t much better hidden. “Want to sneak off down that trail again, and find a secluded spot to make love?” I offered. “I spotted a small grassed clearing beside the lake’s edge that would be romantic as hell. It’s warm enough now that we should be fine, and we can lay on our clothes if it gets too cold.” I could see my sister wavering between accepting my suggestion and the impracticality of it. Her hormones finally won out, and we started off down the trail, while I tried to remember exactly where I’d seen that clearing. My memory wasn’t as bad as I feared, and when we finally found it, even Joanne was satisfied at its seclusion. I led the way in, moving off to one side so that we wouldn’t be visible from the trail. I found a place to sit, and Joanne joined me, curling up in my arms and pulling me to her lips with complete abandon. Her tongue sought my own, and I opened up to her without a moment’s hesitation. As the heat of my sister’s loving washed over me, and her tongue explored every square inch of my mouth, I couldn’t resist running my hand up inside her shirt, cupping her breast and marvelling at the soft pliability of it, all while searching for her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Even as I touched her teat, it began to harden under my fingers, projecting itself from her areola a good quarter inch as it demanded as much of my attention as I could give it. Jo’s moan of pleasure further inspired me, and my other hand found its way to her back, softly luxuriating in the warm smoothness of her skin. As I held her tight, my sister increased the strength of her grip, and the pressure of her mouth on me, moaning and groaning in complete abandon at the rapture that she felt. I was her captive for several minutes, and every one of them felt like I had found a magic kingdom. “Jim,” she murmured as she broke her lip-lock on me, “do you sometimes wish I had bigger boobs?” Whoa! Talk about an unexpected shot from deep left-centre field! But I knew that I loved my sister just the way she was. All I had to do was convince her of that. “Jo, if Mother Nature had given you a pair of double-Dee’s, I couldn’t love you any more than I do now. It’s not the size of your breasts that make you so damned desirable, it's the girl inside that makes my heart flutter, the way she holds me and shows how much she wants me that gets my blood boiling like this. Your tits are just the right size, as far as I’m concerned. It’s what they do to me that make them so damned appealing” I explained to her. “So it doesn’t matter to you that I can’t tit-fuck you because my boobs are too small? You wouldn’t just love to stroke your cock between my tits, then cum all over my face?” She had me there, I had to admit, but fucked if I was going to tell her that. There were so many other things she did to me, and for me, that whether or not she could tit-fuck me just didn’t seem important. Besides, if she really wanted to feel my cock on her breasts, I’d find a way to give her that pleasure, if it was the last thing I ever did. “No, Sis, that’s not one of those things I spend any time worrying about. What I really care about is making you feel as good as I can, letting you know how much you turn me on, trying my best to show you how much I love you. The mechanics of whether we can tit-fuck, or how big your boobs are? They don’t amount to sweet fuck-all. It’s how much in love we are, and how we let each other know, that’s important to me.” That’s all I could say, because Joanne had muffled my words with her kisses again. That sure broke my little heart all right! In response, I returned to pleasuring her breasts again, and received even more of those happy moans for my trouble. “Damn, but that feels good,” my sister growled between kisses, “but you’re making me so bloody horny that I’m gonna rip your pants off in a minute. I want your cock deep inside me, Jim. Make love to me?” What did she think I was doing, making paper airplanes? I just had to shift myself in order to let my throbbing hard cock move. It was getting cramped as it forced a huge bulge in the front of my pants. That repositioning wasn’t lost on my little sister, either. She reached down between us and helped me readjust myself, and her fingers felt so good on my straining manhood. I must have groaned my pleasure, because Joanne was in no hurry to move her hand away from me, and I was in even less of a hurry for her to leave. A minute later, I became aware of her pulling down my zipper and undoing the button, then snaking her hand into my briefs as she sought my heated organ. The coolness of her soft skin almost made me cum, she felt so wonderful. “Mmm, I think you need me almost as much as I need you” she cooed. “So, how about I get these off you, and give you a real good licking for being such a naughty boy?” she added. As her fingers found their way onto the waistbands of my pants, I wriggled myself around until she had them over my ass, then down to my ankles. As soon as I could, I pulled her shirt off, undid her bra, and immediately took one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and the other one between my lips. Swirling my tongue around her teat, I began to suck and tug on her one nipple while twisting the other one between my fingers. That took a lot of concentration on my part, and the delicious sensations that Joanne was giving my cock as she stroked me made the whole thing a real steamy chore. I loved every second of it, but I also wanted more. Flopping my sister over onto her back, I rolled with her, sliding my lips down her bare belly with a trail of kisses until I reached the waist of her pants. Gently persuading her clothing that it had no business being in my way, I was helped by my sister lifting her hips while I slipped her pants and panties over that gorgeous behind of hers, and as I slid them down her legs, I moved myself down with them until my lips were right over her pussy. Between her sexual scent, the moistness between her thighs, and that enticing mound of hers, I just had to plant my lips on the top of her slit, running my tongue between her outer lips until I found her clit. The second I found that mark, Joanne groaned in anticipation of the tonguing I was about to give her, then pushed her hips up so that I had no choice but to pleasure her scintillating pussy. Dipping the tip of my tongue between her labia lips, I lightly tickled her clit, and Joanne thrust herself against my lips. “Do that again, Jim” she growled. “That feels so good, and you’ll make me cum in no time. God, I want to cum for you, so bad!” Well, the sensations of my sister climaxing were definitely a strong incentive to lick and suck on her. The copious amounts of her juices that were beginning to flow from her heated sex made it a case of “ Resistance is futile! ”, and I attacked her pussy with a lusty vengeance. Within minutes, she was writhing in delirious pleasure, her legs wrapped around my head, her hips insistently pushing her mound tighter and tighter to my probing tongue. “Oh my God, Jim! Right there!” Joanne screamed as I heard her breathing becoming shallower and more ragged. “Yes, Lover! I’m going to cum on you in a minute!” she howled, then her voice converted into a lusty howl, gradually becoming a scream of delighted release as her entire body began to spasm and shake while her orgasm swept from her knotted nubbin to the rest of her body. As she progressed to the peak of her passion, I felt her legs grasping me tighter and tighter, almost to the point of it becoming painful on my temples. Despite that unpleasant intrusion on my senses, the experience of giving my little sister an intense climax became the centre of my reason for existing, and I lapped her slit furiously as she flood me with her addictive feminine nectar. I continued to lick and slurp until her flow subsided, and her convulsions eased off. “Holy shit, how the fuck do you do that, big brother? You make me cum so damned hard whenever you eat me like that! It’s almost as good as cumming on your cock . . . but I might need a good fuck, just to make sure.” The tease of her voice called me to her steamy depths, and I began to slide back up to her waiting lips, stopping at her straining breasts long enough to remind them of just how wonderful I found their texture between my lips. As I arrived at my destination, my ability to resist the taste of Jo’s kiss dropped from near-zero to sub-zero, and I pressed my lips against hers, feeling her yield to me with a wanton desire that only my little sister could express so warmly and tenderly. Just as my tongue crossed the threshold to her oral cavity, my cock found her entrance, and crossed that threshold at exactly the same instant. Joanne was about to moan with the pleasure of our kiss when she felt my cock enter her, and she inhaled sharply with her demanding desire to have me plunged to the very depths of her, then issued a muted howl of joy as I gave her all of my straining manhood. “God, y-e-e-s-s-s!” she hissed. “Do it to me, Jim. Fuck me, deep and with those long strokes that you make me love so fucking much!” I began to stroke myself in her heavenly pussy, the combination of her wetness, her heat, and those soft vaginal walls making it hard to do so with long, slow strokes. As I established a rhythm, Joanne’s hips began to rock with a matching pace of their own. As we fucked lovingly, our tempo began to increase, and soon I was pounding my cock deep inside her, the action of our hips forcing us both to piston my cock at one hell of a speed. “Oh My God!” Joanne howled. “Feels so good, so good! Make me cum, big brother! Make my body do what you know you want it to do.! Make me go off!” With that, Jo’s walls began to flutter and twitch, and her pussy muscles began to alternate between grasping my cock, and letting it slide in and out of her unrestrictedly. The fluctuating ministration on my cock induced my balls to tighten and that delicious pressure at the base of my cock to build as my spunk congregated at the base of it. As soon as Joanne began to twitch, tremble, and vibrate with the power of her own orgasm, I felt the first string of my cum launch itself up the length of my shaft on its way to my little sister’s steamy cunt. With each blast from my groin, I felt an accompanying grunt escape my lungs, each one driving me further and further towards the culmination of my own climax. Joanne involuntarily howled the bliss of her orgasm’s consumption of her being, that howl slowly becoming a low-pitched shout, then rising to an almost ear-piercing scream, followed by a series of short yelps. She trembled and shook beneath me for what felt like several minutes, somehow managing to grip my back with her thighs as she forced me as deep inside her as I could get. At the height of her cum, she drove her hips into me, lifting both of us off the ground until only her neck and heels, and my own toes connected us to Terra Firma. I wondered in the back of my mind if we would ever get back onto the ground, but at that particular moment when she possessed my entire consciousness, I really didn’t give a shit. All I knew was that we had both made each other cum, and it had all happened at the same time. It took us several more minutes to wind down from that pleasurable peak of passion and into the realms of our post-coital bliss. The glow wrapped itself around us. We basked in its presence and the connection that our lovemaking had re-enforced between us. When that warmth had become a permanent part of our relationship, it became obvious that we’d have to eventually leave this place of peace, and return to the real world. Reluctantly, we broke apart, and I helped Joanne put her clothes back on before I got dressed again myself. Still in the residual glow of that glorious union, we walked back hand in hand to the campsite. Sarah was sitting in one of the camp chairs, her head leaning back and her eyes closed as she soaked in the tranquillity of the lakeside setting. On approaching the fire’s still-smouldering glow, those eyes slowly opened, and she lifted her head to look at us with a satisfied gaze that I couldn’t explain. “Hey, you two,” Sarah greeted us, “I can only assume that you enjoyed your walk? Next time, you might want to think about muffling Joanne’s screams. It’s a good thing that there’s nobody else up here, because I could hear it all the way from wherever you were back to here. Must have been one hell of a cum, Jo. Just hearing you got me horny enough to . . . have to do something about it.” Sarah’s confession contained an unabashed hint that she’d let her fingers do the walking while we were gone. Joanne started to blush a bit, and even I felt a little uncomfortable, knowing that we’d let the whole world know what we’d done. Sarah smiled, then got out of her chair and came over to stand with us. “Don’t worry, I’ve had a look around, and there’s no one else here. God knows what I’d have done if there was, but I’d have warned you guys somehow. I’m just not sure if I could have walked in on you while you were . . . you know.” Now Sarah was embarrassed, mostly because she wanted to say it, say what we’d been doing, but felt it wasn’t her place to do so. In that one moment, I really appreciated just how good a friend she was to my sister, and I could see that she was becoming a friend to me, too. “Thanks, Sarah” I whispered, just before I kissed her cheek. “I guess I underestimated you when you first showed up. Most of the girls I know would have tried to blackmail Joanne and I until they got whatever it was they really wanted. Some might have asked for money, and a lot would have demanded sex. But you? All you want is for Jo and I to be happy, and to be in love. That makes you a pretty special girl, in my books.” With that, I kissed her one more time, then returned to my sister’s waiting hug. Looking into Joanne’s eyes, she met my gaze with one that I was beginning to recognize the second I saw it. That warmth on her face said it all in just three words: " I love you ". Whether it was for the loving we’d shared, or for my reaction to Sarah’s changing demeanor, I had no idea. “Jo,” Sarah cut in, “I sure could use that pair of panties you mentioned. I don’t know if it’s your cum, or Jim’s, but it’s starting to dry on my skin, and it’s not the most comfortable sensation I’ve ever had.” Joanne and I turned to inspect the damage Sarah’s panties had suffered, and I almost laughed out loud. She’d managed to get our juices onto the fabric just below the waistband at her tummy, and the moisture had left a dark spot right where her pubic hair was. Just to add to the illusion, the drying spot looked exactly like an arrowhead, pointed directly at the top of her slit. I pictured a small sign at the top of the markings that might have read, “ Eat at Jo’s! ”. Even Sarah found our laughter contagious, and the three of us ended up hugging and laughing until I finally lost my balance and fell flat on my ass. “How the hell did you manage to get cum on you right there?” Joanne asked, her giggles making the question tough to blurt out. “I laid down on my tummy when I crawled into the sleeping bags,” Sarah confessed, “and the next thing I knew, I could feel that moisture of something on my belly. At the time, I was either too tired, or too out of it to bother moving. When I finally figured out that it had to be you guy’s cum, I was too tired to move, so I must have slept in it. I wouldn’t have minded if it had still been warm, or if it had been fresh. But now, it’s just fucking uncomfortable! So if you have another pair I can borrow, I’d love to get these ones off real quick.” I could see how something like that would make a girl want to change in a hurry, but the sight was priceless, and despite it being at Sarah’s expense, I had to point out what had gone through my mind. Even Sarah had to laugh at the idea of the sign on her panties. Joanne routed through her backpack, and found a suitable replacement for Sarah’s messed panties. I knew my sister sometimes wore a thong, and that’s what she came up with for her friend. Sarah inspected the skimpy garment, holding it up in front of us, probably for my approval more than anything else. I urged her to go and change, and suggested jokingly that she model the thong for both of us. So it was a bit of a shock when she emerged from the tent a few minutes later clad in only her bra and that thong. Suddenly, I saw Sarah in a completely different light. The thin material clung to her pussy snugly, not hiding a single detail. Her engorged labia appeared spread as the fabric showed the fold of her skin, and I could have sworn that even her clit was outlined. I’d never seen my sister in that thong, and now I wanted to, because the garment was woven from some kind of fibre that almost looked translucent. It took nothing to see that Sarah had shaved her pussy so that it was completely bald. The rise of her mound was now heavily accentuated, and my eyes locked onto the gorgeous sight before them. Even my sister had to stare, then wiggled a bit in a vain effort to find a more comfortable position for her own undergarment. Then Sarah turned around slowly, showing us her firm and round ass. My cock began to twitch as it became hard. I just knew that I’d be sporting a huge bulge in the front of my pants, but at that moment, I didn’t care. All I could think about was Sarah’s gorgeous body displayed in front of both of us. “God, Sarah,” Joanne remarked, “those look better on you than they ever did on me. By the looks of Jim’s pants, you’ve got his vote of approval, too.” My sister had definitely noticed the rise in my pants from my erection, and now that she’d mentioned it, so did Sarah, who’d completed her pirouette and was intently gazing at my crotch. “Dammit, Sarah, that’s more provocative than if you weren’t wearing anything!” I declared. She shifted her gaze back up to my face, displaying a big, broad smile. Jo quickly agreed with me, and that earned her a big smile too. “Maybe Jo and I should do a comparison,” Sarah suggested, “if she has another pair of these? You get to be the judge of who has the prettiest pussy!” I could see a twinkle of mischief in my sister’s eye as she warmed up to the idea. Having both girls displaying themselves in my presence had my cock just throbbing and wanting to be free of the confines it found from my pants. “Sure,” I agreed enthusiastically, “I’m game if both of you are. What guy in his right mind would turn down a chance like that?” Just as I finished voicing my approval of the idea, Joanne undid her pants and let them drop to the ground, then stepped out of them on her way into the tent, picking up the now empty garment on her way past it. Within a minute, she reappeared wearing just her bra and an equally skimpy thong that was as shear as the one Sarah now sported. Just like her friend, my sister’s proud pussy stood out in all it’s semi-naked glory, and I thought I could see her engorged clit poking at the fabric that covered it. God, the two girls looked so damned hot in my eyes. Making a choice of one over the other would be a tough chore. On the one hand, Sarah’s pussy was bald, and I love bald women. On the other hand, I knew the pleasures of Joanne’s sex, and the element of prejudice flooded into the equation. In an effort to arrive at an unbiased decision, I had both girls turn slowly so that I could appreciate all their feminine charms. I must have tortured them both for a good five minutes, during which the temptation to stroke myself was overwhelming. “I can’t decide” I finally broke down. “Sarah, your pussy looks so damned delicious, but Joanne has a really gorgeous backside. You’ve got bigger tits, obviously, and they look fantastic, especially with the way they stand up so perky and firm. While Joanne’s boobs are smaller, they just scream at me to squeeze, lick, and suck on her nipples. Oh, and I love Sarah’s bare cunt. I never realized just how much I love to see a girl’s naked sex before. Nope, I think I’m going to have to call this one a tie.” I thought I’d managed to preserve both my impartiality and my favours with the girl I love quite well. Then Sarah did something that almost made me cream in my jeans. She reached down and slipped her panties off her pussy just enough to show me her baldness. I groaned in appreciation, and I couldn’t help myself from making the same noises several times. Her bare pussy had my pre-cum oozing out of my cock and soaking the front of my briefs. “Shit, that’s not fair!” Joanne proclaimed. “How come she gets to show off that she’s bald, and clinch the contest?” I could sympathize with my sister, and decided that I wouldn’t allow Sarah’s exhibitionism to force a unanimous decision from me. “If I’d known that flashing bald pussies was allowed, I’d have shaved mine off too! By the look in my brother’s eye, I think I just might anyway! But I wouldn’t blame him for choosing you as the winner, Sarah. I think your bare cunt looks really good. It sure gets my attention!” I stuck with my first decision, and declared the contest a draw. I could see the scowls of resignation from both girls, but then we all began to laugh at the silliness of the whole contest. Sarah began to turn towards the tent and her clothes, then stopped short before entering and spun back around to face Joanne and I. “I just realized that Jim has seen both our pussies, and we haven’t gotten to see his cock yet. I think it’s only fair that he should strip to his undies, then give us a real show, don’t you, Joanne?” Sarah snorted with a big dose of voyeuristic lust in her tone. “I’ve already seen his cock, though” Joanne stated. “Hell, I got to feel it deep inside me, and had it spurt his cream up my cunt. Why would I agree to letting you see it?” my sister asked her friend. “I’ve seen it, too,” Sarah reminded Jo, “that time when you and I snuck up to his door and watched him jack off. God, that was so fucking hot! I can still see his cum spurting as he stroked himself off! I think I came at least twice myself that night! But I wouldn’t mind seeing him again, that’s for sure . . . and the poor guy’s had a hard-on for the last half hour from seeing our pussies. By now, he’s got to be just about ready to jack off . . . or fuck a hot, wet cunt. Are you really going to leave him in agony like that, or are we going to allow him some relief?” “We?” Joanne growled angrily. “What’s this ‘ we ’ stuff? If anyone’s going to get my brother off, it’ll be me! Understand?” “Okay! Okay!” Sarah defended herself. “Don’t get your panties in a knot! But give the poor guy a break, would ya? If you don’t help him out, his balls are gonna turn blue! Even I don’t want to see him suffer like that. I’ll tell you this, though. If you don’t help him get his rocks off, I will! And you know damned well that I’ll do it, too!” “Shit, how the hell did I get caught in the middle of all this?” I demanded, not wanting to be at the centre of a catfight between two girls. “I was asked to judge who looked best in just their bra and panties, and nothing more. If you two were guys, and you had to seriously study two wonderfully gorgeous pussies, you’d have a hard-on too! So that part isn’t unexpected. But as for relief? You’re both right, in a way. I can either jack off, or make love to one of you sexy females, and if I had my preference, I’d have to go with making love to Joanne. That doesn’t take rocket science to figure out, does it? But I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit here and listen to you two argue as to how, or even if, I should get sexual relief!” I was fed up with being in the middle of this war, and got up out of my seat, stomping off to hide in our tent. As soon as I stuck my head inside, the smell of sex, and specifically that musky smell of a woman, almost overpowered me. I could very easily remember my sister’s distinctive odour, but this was not the same. A quick glance at the top of our sleeping bag revealed a new wet spot, and it only took me a few seconds to realize that Sarah had left her mark, so’s to speak. While Joanne and I had been making love, Sarah had been getting herself off, and in our tent, too! My first reaction was one of anger, but that was quickly replaced with a curiosity of exactly what had gone on, with mental images of Sarah masturbating immediately running across my inner vision like a porn film. By the time I finally laid down, my cock was getting really hard. Then Joanne stuck her head inside the flap, and the look on her face told me that she, too, smelled the tell-tale odours of someone’s sexual excitement. “Geez, is that what I smell like when I’m horny?” she asked me. It wasn’t an unpleasant odour, at least not to me, but it didn’t seem like something that agreed with my sister’s nose. “No, that isn’t you, Sis. You have a distinctive, musky aroma that, quite frankly, turns me on in seconds flat. And just in case you’re not aware of it, it’s not my stink, either. That only leaves one other person that’s been in here in the last two days.” I couldn’t make it any plainer than that, even though I initially got a blank stare from my little sister. The lights came on in her head a minute later, and were joined by a quizzical and questioning look on her face. “Sarah?” Joanne wondered aloud. “How in the hell can it be her?” “Simple,” I replied, “there’s a wet spot on the top of the sleeping bags, and you and I haven’t had sex while lying on top of them. Sarah had the tent to herself when she took that nap. Therefore, it has to have been her that left the wet spot. You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out who, or when, or even how. About the only unanswered question is why” I expounded. “You mean she was fingering herself while we were gone?” Joanne asked, her tone implying that she was having a hard time accepting the facts. “Shit, no wonder she needed to borrow a pair of my panties! She must have gushed buckets when she came!” I was aware that my sister was still inhaling deeply, either trying to remember the scent, or getting turned on by it. “Smells kinda sexy though, doesn’t it?” I had to admit that she was right. By now, the hard-on I’d brought in with me was really beginning to throb, and I hoped that Joanne would help me do something about it. But instead of joining me, she turned and called her friend, telling Sarah to get her ass into the tent. About all we saw of our uninvited guest was her head as it poked past the flap. “Sarah, were you masturbating in here?” Joanne accused. “This tent smells of cum, and it isn’t mine or Jim’s. it just has to be yours . . . is it?” She’d phrased the question in such a way that Sarah almost had to admit to her solo activities. With a reddened face and a low, apologetic voice, Sarah confessed to her intimate activity. “Yeah, but you two made so much noise that I couldn’t help but hear you . . . fucking . . . out in the woods. Listening to you got me so damned horny that I had to play with myself. But I didn’t think I oozed that much of my juices that it would leave this much of an odour. I’m sorry, but I just had to do something to relieve the tension.” she looked like she was expecting both of us to jump on her case, which was as far from the truth as she could get. “Sarah,” I started to explain to her, “we’re not upset that you were playing with yourself. Hell, we all do it, and we all know it, too. As you mentioned, you and Jo have seen me jacking off before, and I’ve seen my sister playing with herself once. So the fact that you do it too is no big deal. But if you’re going to finger yourself, would you at least put a towel or something down to catch the juices please? I’m going to have a hell of a time explaining why there’s cum stains on our sleeping bag when we get home. Neither Mom nor Dad are going to miss smelling cum when we get back, and it’ll be a few days before I can get to the dry cleaners. So if you really want to finger your cunt, we have towels to soak up the evidence. Please use one, next time?” It dawned on me, right after the words were out of my mouth, what I had just implied, and both girls picked up on it long before I did. Next time? There was going to be a next time? “Open mouth, insert foot!” was the message my addled brain sent me. Joanne began to giggle, and Sarah was right behind her, as both girls started to raze me for my goof. I was about to blush at my stupidity when my sister’s expression changed to something a lot more sombre. “Jim, remember what we talked about last night? About you and I playing with ourselves in front of each other?” Oh yeah, I remembered what she’d suggested alright, but wondered if she was leading up to what I thought she was. I just nodded my head in disbelief. “Would you do it in front of Sarah, too?” Joanne went on. I had to think about that, but the idea of two girls fingering themselves in front of me, and for my benefit, had a perverse appeal to it. Again I nodded my head, keeping my big mouth shut but still leaping from the frying pan into the fire. My sister turned her attention to her friend, and Sarah wordlessly responded in the affirmative with a lustful smile. Without any further coercion, Joanne reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then began to slide her panties over her shapely hips and down her svelte firm legs. Sarah followed suit almost immediately, and before I knew what was happening, both girls sat in front of me, naked as the day they were born. My cock twitched and jumped in my briefs at the sight, knowing instinctively that it was about to be released from its confines. Even with the reservations that I held in my mind, I blindly began to slide them over my upraised ass, exposing my pulsing manhood to the two girls. Sarah licked her lips at the sight in a way that made me forget just how perverted we three were being. If that hadn’t driven me to a point beyond redemption, her lusty growl would have accomplished the same thing. “Do it, big brother! Stroke yourself” Joanne commanded, and I felt helpless to refuse her request. My hand drifted down to my cock, even as my eyes drank in the sight of both her naked and exposed pussy, and that of Sarah’s. as if on queue, both girls began to slide a finger between the lips of their slits, pulling them open and displaying the magical land of their femininity. I could see how wet my sister had become, and noted that Sarah wasn’t far behind. In fact, it was Sarah that tickled and teased her rising nubbin that I found th be the most intriguingly erotic. My sister, on the other hand, spent more time and energy running hr finger around the edges of her entrance, cajoling it to open up to my lusty view. Jo’s eyes had glazed over as she lost herself in a world of sensuousness, the naughtiness of the revelation of her body affecting her almost as much as me. When she suddenly jammed a finger deep inside her, I could feel my cock tighten and jump at the sight, and my hand started sliding up and down my shaft a little faster, pulling at the edges of my glans just a little more, and milking my pre-cum lubricants until my cockhead was more slippery and shiny from the fluid’s distribution. Sarah had locked her gaze on what I was doing to myself, and as my vision refocused on her now spread labia lips, I could see the mysteriously enticing opening of her cunt, its unfamiliarity almost calling me to explore its wonders. She was rubbing the edges of her clit and trying to convince her body that it was time to react in the manner that she had in mind. Even though she teased herself with a light touch, there was an element of insistence in her manipulations of her sex, as though she couldn’t wait for her climax to possess and consume her. My gaze shifted back and forth between the two girls as they stimulated themselves, Joanne luxuriating in the wickedness of our acts, and Sarah almost desperate to take herself to an orgasmic conclusion. It was about then that I realized that both girls were transfixed on me manhandling my cock, and I wondered what fantastical thoughts were running through them. Was Joanne remembering what it felt like to have that cock buried deep inside her, sliding in and out of her as the friction between our two bodies sent increasingly pleasurable reactions to our brains? Was she thinking of the sensations in her mouth as she slid her lips up and down the throbbing mass of my manhood? Or was she concentrating on the eventual eruption of my seed and returning herself to a time when that load of spunk had spewed inside her love chamber, possibly driving her to a peak of passion with its release? And what of Sarah? Was she trying to understand what it would feel like to have a guy’s meat pumping furiously inside her, both in an attempt to send her to that pinnacle pf pleasure that her fingers were hoping to direct her to, and in a bid to release the potent beginnings of life that might combine and grow inside her young womb? Was she, too, fascinated by the ejaculation of that stream of baby-batter that somehow was responsible for the continuation and propagation of our species? I had no idea, but the fact that seeing a part of my body being stimulated was giving both of them pleasure demanded that I provide what they both so desperately wanted to see. That understanding pushed my desire for stronger manipulation of my cock to a higher level, and I began to jack off with a renewed sense of urgency. Joanne was the first of us to finally attain a pathway to that magical place we all sought to visit. With a long and loud mewl, she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and began to ram her finger in and out of herself with an implied sense of determination. As the eruption of her orgasm expanded from the tip of her love button to the rest of her body, I could see her begin to shake and tremble, the sight augmented by her rapid and shallow breathing, and helped along from the beginnings of a scream of happiness that escaped her overworked lungs. Instead of being a distraction, her erupting cum only drove me closer to the edge, and I began to sense the lifting of my balls as they heralded the eminence of my own orgasm. In the hormone-driven atmosphere of self-pleasure that permeated our tent, I announced my pending cum almost involuntarily. “Oh God! I’m gonna cum!” I howled, finding myself becoming impatient to send forth strings of steamy hot goo for my audience’s visual benefit. I couldn’t determine whether it was the bliss of sexual relief or the fact that I was pumping my cock in front of two masturbating females that aroused me more. All I knew was that I was about to shoot my cum for Sarah and my sister to see, and the anticipation in their eyes got me even hotter, if such a thing was possible. Then that delicious pressure at the base of my cock began to build up, and I could feel the muscles contract as the first searing stream of cum percolated itself up the length of me, spurting forth as a long and sticky ribbon of white. As the next string began its following journey, I could feel a forced grunt push out of my lungs, to be replaced by that indescribable sensation of another string’s release. I was vaguely aware of both girl’s eyes staring at me, or rather, at my twitching cock as it launched rope after rope of scalding gooey spunk. In the background, I could discern my sister’s moans of happy satisfaction, but whether it was because of her cum, or of mine, I wasn’t sure. At the time, I didn’t really care. The last few dribbles of semen trickled out of my cockhead, and I began to relax from the muscular stress of jacking off when Joanne crawled over to nestle against my semi-prone chest. She traced her fingers through the accumulated puddles of semen that had coagulated on my belly, the aroma of her own juices wafting up to my nostrils, their effect extending my post-orgasmic glow. “God, Jim, that made me so fucking horny!” my sister declared. “Seeing your cum spurt like that is something I’d love to see again and again. Showing you my pussy was awesome, but seeing that? It’s beyond my ability to put into words.” As soon as she’d finished delivering her message of happiness, she leaned up and pressed her lips tightly to mine, her tongue probing in an attempt to pass my lips and sweep over my own tongue in a dance of lustful love. I flopped down onto my back from the semi-reclining position that I’d been in, and held her warm sensuous body close to mine. It was then that we both heard Sarah’s groans of frustration as she both rubbed her clit and pumped her fingers in and out of herself. The look on her face was almost painful to watch. She must have felt our eyes on her, for she looked upon both of us with a painful pleading in her eyes. “Shit! I can’t cum!” Sarah cried out, the upset of her voice unmistakable. “Damned pussy’s getting sore, and I want to cum, so bad! O-h-h-h-h-h . . . shit!” Now she was furiously abusing her poor sex, its redness of irritation almost a fiery-like glow. The look on her face told us both how frustrating her situation was, and how desperately she desired an orgasm of any kind. But that elusive climax seemed to be avoiding her at all costs. “Gentle, Sarah,” I advised her, “ before you hurt yourself any more than you have.” As I focused on her open and engorged pussy lips, I could see not only the irritation she’d caused her soft and delicate skin, but the beginning of several spots of weeping blood. Silently I prayed for the arrival of her much sought-after release that would give her the satisfaction she craved, and as I looked over to my sister, I think she was hoping for the same thing. We both stared at Sarah, but it wasn’t sexual exhibitionism any more. In that one moment, my heart went out to her as I remembered times in my life when I’d been in the same predicament, horny but unable to bring myself off without either a lot more effort than my body was willing to exert, or until the pain of self-abuse got to be too intense. Jo must have had the same idea as I did, and at about the same time, because she crawled behind Sarah and sat on her lower legs so that her ass was perched on top of her heels. In that position, she gently pulled Sarah into her lap as she cradled the poor girl’s head against her thighs. Sarah stared up at my sister with that pleading look that reminded me of a dying man begging for someone to put him out of his misery. “Jim, can’t we do something for her? Look at how red she is. If we don’t help her, she’s liable to do something really stupid, like pull the skin off” Joanne observed. While her claim might have been exaggerated, the thought of Sarah doing any more harm to herself sent uncomfortable shivers down my spine and into my groin. I could only think of two ways to relieve Sarah’s discomfort, and one of them was, for me, out of the question. “Sarah,” I called softly to her, “you’re trying too hard, and you’ve rubbed yourself raw. Here, let me help.” As though performing first aid, I crawled between Sarah’s wide spread thighs, gently kissed the very top of her slit, and felt her tense us as she winced. “That hurts bad, doesn’t it?” I inquired. She nodded her head, and I kissed her again, keeping my tongue clear of her pussy for the moment. With all the abuse her poor pussy had endured, she was dry from the friction of her fingers. I sat back and surveyed the situation, and couldn’t help but see the desire in my sister to do whatever we could to help deliver her friend from her suffering. Joanne knew exactly what I had in mind, and gave her silent permission for me to do what I had to do. “Do you still want that cum?” I asked Sarah, and the reflection on her face told me that she not only wanted it, but needed it desperately. With all the tenderness I could muster, I leaned forward again, and slowly let my tongue slide up the length of her slit, beginning to lubricate her with my saliva in the process. Once more she winced, but sat with her legs spread far apart, allowing me full access. I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and poor Sarah almost jumped through the roof of the tent, then tried her best to relax as I continued to lap and lick her inflamed sex. It was only a minute or two later that I heard her begin to moan and purr as the effects of my tongue took hold of her. Settling down between Sarah’s thighs, I glanced up and noticed my sister gently fondling Sarah’s breasts, lightly pulling and twisting her nipples in an effort to induce her back to a state of arousal. Between Joanne’s fingers playing with her tits and my tongue lightly lapping her pussy, Sarah had leaned back into my sister’s lap, and was smiling at the relief that we were trying to administer to her. “God, that feels good” she exclaimed. “Make me cum, Jim. Please?” she pleaded. I continued to gently lick her slit, the taste of her juices becoming more pronounced as my saliva re-liquified them. I had to admit that her flavour was really quite pleasurable, but it wasn’t the same as Joanne’s, and that difference stuck in my brain. I don’t think I preferred one girl’s juices over the other, but I did enjoy it immensely. It was about a minute later that her reconstituted juices were joined with a fresh flow from her pussy, and soon Sarah was wet enough that I could grasp her clit in my lips and suck it softly, enough that she became fully aroused once more. “Jo, he’s eating me,” Sarah quietly exclaimed, “and it feels so fucking good!” I glanced up at my sister, afraid that I’d be greeted with a stare of jealousy, but instead, she was grinning with the understanding that I was doing this because her friend needed help. “Just let him do his magic, Sarah,” Joanne replied, “and he’ll get you through this. Are you okay?” I never heard Sarah’s answer, but it must have been some kind of affirmation, for Joanne’s expression never changed. I returned to licking Sarah’s clit, feeling it slowly thicken as I sucked on it, occasionally flicking the tip of my tongue over the entrapped organ. Whenever I did, Sarah would jump, then groan with lustful happiness. It wasn’t all that much later that I felt Sarah begin to shiver slightly. Her breathing changed, becoming shallower and faster, and she grabbed my head and shoved me as tight to her pussy as she could, almost forcing my teeth to embed themselves in her mound. “Oh God, y-e-e-s-s-s-s!” she hissed. “God, Jim, I’m gonna cum!” she howled loudly, then her entire body began to tremble and spasm, her hips involuntarily pushing her pussy up and against my mouth. I increased the speed at which I flicked her knotted nubbin as Sarah finally exploded in climax, her body shaking completely out of control. I kept up my ministrations until I knew that she had finally fund that release that she had so desperately tried to attain on her own, and I was rewarded with a copious flow of her girl-cum. While she might not have presented me with the same delightful flavour of my sister’s cum, she did offer me enough of herself that I lapped up every single drop, making sure her outer lips were thoroughly cleaned of any residue. A part of that difference between Sarah’s taste and Joanne’s might have been form the little traces of blood that her raw and irritated lips had secreted. I didn’t doubt that she’d be in pain once the afterglow had receded. But as long as that glow remained, I tended to her sex as if it was a delicate medical procedure. Eventually Sarah relaxed, and I eased my tongue’s pressure off until she let go of my head, the muscles of my neck feeling thankful for the reprieve. Sarah finally whispered, “I wanted to cum with you guys, so bad, but I just couldn’t get myself off. God, is my pussy ever sore!” I took one more glance at the slowly closing lips of her sex, and the redness of her irritation made me wince in sympathy. “Sarah, your clit went dry” I informed her. “I sure wish you’d said something, so that we could have found some kind of lubricant for you. I’d like to put some medicated ointment on that, if for no other reason than to help the healing, if you don’t mind.” My question was answered with a silent nod and a grin of happiness at the relief we’d both managed to impart to her. While Joanne continued to cradle her friend in her lap, I went out to the pickup and grabbed the first aid kit. It wasn’t until I crawled back into the tent that I realized that I still didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. I guess having the whole campsite to ourselves had another benefit, and I made a mental note to mention that fact to my sister later, when we were on our own again. When I crawled back into the tent, Joanne was still cuddling Sarah in her lap, and still gently fondling Sarah’s breasts. Both girls had a far-away look about them. I could understand why Sarah appeared the way she did. If it was me getting my cock stroked that sensuously and tenderly, I’d be as hard as a rock, and probably begging for more. But my sister was enjoying something about the experience too, leaving me observing their erotic play as though I was looking down from the clouds above. In many ways, I was happy for both of them, for they were re-enforcing a bond that had started as friendship, but was becoming something more. I felt a certain sense of reluctance to interfere with their loving isolation, but Sarah definitely needed the first aid cream. As gently as I could, I kissed the top of her mound, then began to apply the ointment to the affected area of her sex. Unfortunately, I had broken into their concentration, and both girls came out of their trance. While neither one showed any signs of resentment at the intrusion, I felt like I had inadvertently walked in on two lovers engaged in pleasuring each other. Maybe Sarah could feel my self-loathing, because she reached her hand out to mine and squeezed it with real affection, her smile redirected at me, but still just as warm and honest as it had been for my sister. “Thanks, Jim,” Sarah said softly, “for taking care of me like this. Not just the medication, but for . . . well, you know, helping me to cum, and making my pussy feel so much better. That, and for letting Joanne and I have that time together. I never thought I’d say this, but if I was ever going to have sex with a girl, it would have to be with Jo. She just seems to know what I want, what I need, and what feels good.” With that, my sister began to rearrange herself, but was in no hurry to pull away from Sarah’s head laying in her lap. “I’ll tell you guys a secret, though. Jim can eat pussy better than you can, Girlfriend. Is he that good when he eats you too?” Joanne just smiled knowingly, and nodded her head, then continued to caress the side of Sarah’s face as she vocalized what she’d already told both of us with her body. “Yeah, he makes me feel pretty special when he licks my pussy,” Joanne confessed, “and he feels even better when he’s deep inside me. You’ll just have to take my word for it, though, because I think I could get a little twisted if you two ever started fucking each other.” There was a slight pause as my sister seemed to rethink that last statement. “And then again,” she added, “maybe not, if all three of us made love to each other. Until right now, the idea of a threesome almost made me ill, but after what we’ve all just been through . . . “ At that point, words were no longer needed, for each one of us was thinking the same thing. If the opportunity ever presented itself, we three would be quite comfortable being together, lovingly sharing ourselves with each other. It was a heady moment that passed all too quickly, but the message remained in each of our heads. It was my sister that finally put what we were all feeling into words. “Jim, maybe Sarah should stay in the tent tonight, and we’ll see where this goes. What do you think?” Before I could answer, though, Sarah interrupted my thoughts. “No, Jo. As much as I’d love to, I don’t think my pussy could take it. I’m really sore down there. Besides, Jim’s in love with you just as much as you’re in love with him. You two came up here to spend a week together, and now’s not the time to change that. I’m going to head back right after supper and give you two that time to share your love. So how about I come back up next Friday evening, and we’ll see if you two still feel the way you do right now? If the three of us were meant to be together, it’ll work out, and if not, we’ll all know, and know why.” At that moment, I could have swept Sarah up in my arms and held her for hours, but she was right. I did love my sister, and I did want to be alone with her for the next week. I could feel that Joanne felt exactly the same way. In that fleeting moment, we could both see the attraction each of us felt for Sarah, too, and the thought of being with both girls for a night of lust, sex, and loving seemed to grow like a weed. “Jo, are you on any kind of birth control?” Sarah asked. “Yeah, the doctor put me on the pill a couple of years ago, when my periods were all fucked up. I’ve never stopped taking them. Right now, I’m glad I didn’t. How about you?” Joanne told her. “No, but I may have to consider it, depending on what happens next weekend. I’ll pick up some of those ‘Morning After’ pills this week, and bring them with me. As much as I would love to have Jim deep inside me, I’m not ready to become a mother just yet. And if it works out, I’ll probably get one f those contraceptive shots. But would you mind if I kissed him one more time before I get out of this tent?” Joanne just smiled, then looked at me as if to ask what the hell was taking me so long to capture Sarah’s lips. I tentatively laid down beside our uninvited guest and sought her pouty young lips. She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into her, probing me with her tongue and entwining hers with mine. That kiss sent a warm shudder throughout my entire body, and I returned it with everything I had. When we finally broke our lip-lock, I couldn’t help but seek my sister’s lips as well, and the familiar taste of her reignited that flame of loving want that had become so much a part of both of us. If those kisses had happened in any other circumstance, I’m not sure I would have been able to choose one girl over the other. But at that moment in time, I also realized that I wouldn’t have to choose, for a long, long time. “Jim,” Sarah spoke softly when Joanne and I left each other’s embrace,” I want you to promise me something. I want you to promise me that you’ll always love Joanne as much as you do right now. Always be there when she needs a good friend, when she needs to feel loved, and especially when she needs a lover. Let her know just how special you think she is, every day.” I inhaled deeply, letting Sarah’s words sink into my muddled brain. It was a promise that I’d have no trouble making, or keeping, I knew. In response, Joanne leaned down and kissed her friend’s luscious lips softly, but for longer than just a kiss of friendship. “Jo,” Sarah added as their lips parted, “you know how I feel about you, and about Jim. What you two have together is warm, honest, and very unique. It’s something that should never have happened, but it did anyway. Cherish it for all you’re worth. Maybe some of that love will come my way, but if it doesn’t, I really want to see you two together for a long, long time . I’ll keep your secret at all costs. You have my word on that, both of you. I love you two, ya know.” I wrapped one arm around Sarah’s shoulders and the other one around my sister’s waist, then squeezed them both tightly, hoping like hell neither one of them could see the tears of love and happiness dribbling down my cheek. It was a hope, but the kisses from Joanne and Sarah on my cheeks told me that I’d failed miserably at hiding my emotional reaction. “He is a bit of a softy,” Joanne whispered to her friend, “but you can’t help but love him . . . can you?”

The following is my attempt to share some of my sexual adventures with members of this forum. I have enjoyed many a story on this site, and hope most of you get the opportunity to live out your fantasies like I have. That said, happy reading! Living in a college town, I've learned there's always plenty of eye candy, but also a general lack of experience to go with those young hard bodies. However, there's nothing I enjoy more than a young girl that seems so innocent until you've pulled their panties off, and then realize you've unleashed a monster... It was May, just a couple months ago, when I was out for a run by the beach. At the end of a 5 mile stretch, my mind was on a hot shower and a post-workout snack as I made my way through the parking lot towards my truck. Almost absentmindedly, I noticed the hood of the car next to mine propped up, an obvious sign of distress. I tossed my keys on my seat and made my way to the front of the vehicle, always one to help a fellow driver who has reached an impasse, and briefly enjoyed the cool salty breeze that was blowing off the ocean. "Can I help you?", I called out to the unknown driver. I immediately regretted my decision not to clean the perspiration off my face and drenched shirt, as the young girl came into view. "I'm not sure what's wrong.", she said, frowning at the exposed engine. She was, quite simply, amazing. She stood about 5 foot tall, in stark contrast to my 6'5" frame, and couldn't have weighed more than 100 lbs., half my own. Although she was wearing the demure outfit of a sweatshirt and khaki pants, I could easily see the outline of her swollen breasts. As she turned to look towards the entrance of the lot, I couldn't help but notice her incredibly perky and tight butt straining against her pants. "My boyfriend was supposed to be here an hour ago, but he must have gotten sidetracked.", she said, and I took the hint that she was off limits. With her dark green eyes, perfectly tanned complexion framed by long dark tresses and a gorgeous, brilliant smile, I knew there was no chance she would have been single anyways. She was looking at me expectantly, so I cleared my throat and leaned in to look at her motor. I asked her what the problem was, and she explained that there was a clicking noise when she attempted to start it, and of course it wouldn't get going. I asked her to get in and try it for me, and listened for any tell-tale signs that signaled a repair I might be able to manage. After a couple attempts, she got out and joined me by the car. I could feel her next to me, and I distractedly fiddled with her engine, poking and prodding even though I knew her starter was toasted. Truth was, I just wanted another couple of minutes with this young hottie before I went back to my empty apartment. "I think your starters blown.", I said to her, which only earned me a concerned and confused look. If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful when emotion flooded her features. "Don't worry," I said, trying to reassure her, "It's not that expensive to fix, and only takes a couple of hours. You'll have this back in no time at all." I flashed my best smile at her, and offered her the help of a friend who owned a shop nearby. I knew he had his own tow truck, and he owed me a favor. "I don't want to impose.", she said, biting her lip and looking at her phone. "My boyfriend should be here any minute, and I think he can do all this...", she trailed off as she once again looked to the entrance of the lot. I smiled again, assuring her that it was no trouble at all, and if her boyfriend knew of a better shop, I would make sure it was towed there at no cost. Finally she sighed, smiled back at me, and relented. I grabbed my cell phone from my car, and dialed my friend, who promised to be only twenty minutes. I closed her hood, and with the car situation handled, we began an easy back and forth of small talk. I learned her name was Michelle, she was a first year student, a psychology major, and seemingly unsure of herself on many fronts. She kept saying that she was "stupid" for not knowing what to do about her car, and "an idiot" for bugging so many people about it. I got the feeling that these weren't her thoughts on the subject, that maybe they were parroted responses from the absent boyfriend, and tried to comfort her with the fact that cars breakdown all the time with little control over them from their owners. She smiled again, melting my heart, and asked me about my own life. I shared that I was a bachelor, working as a consultant. I also let slip that I had a broken engagement six months prior, and that I was getting in shape for a deployment with my reserve unit. The conversation continued easily, until I saw the familiar truck of my friend pull into the lot. We both got off the hood of her car, and I told her I would handle the details. She was obviously relieved as I took charge, and ten minutes later her car was gone, her holding a card from the shop, her backpack and the promise her car would be ready the following day. I offered her a ride home, as the sun was setting and her boyfriend was nowhere to be found, but she was worried that he would show up after she left and wonder where she was. I bit back the obvious retort about the fact he was already two hours late, and offered to wait with her. "Maybe I'll call and see where he is.", she said, as I realized she had stopped looking at her phone every three minutes. I couldn't help but find myself attracted to that little girl voice, sweet and slightly hoarse, and lamented that our time was drawing to a close. She pulled out her phone and dialed, turning slightly away from me as it rang through. I tried to surreptitiously appreciate her pert ass, which was impossibly curvy in comparison to her tiny little body, and actually realized I was finding myself growing hard in my running shorts. I tried to distract myself from her body, but couldn't help wonder just what that sweatshirt was hiding. I might have embarrassed myself had it not been for the fact her boyfriend finally answered on the line, giving me a one sided conversation that was obvious in it's content. He was at a friends, drunk, and had forgotten all about her. I was amazed at the fact such an amazingly attractive girl was with such an idiot, and he was insulting her at that! She was growing red in the face, and was even apologizing for bothering him. I felt bad for this eighteen year old girl, forgetting all about my earlier randiness, and stared out at the breaking ocean waves as the call finished. I looked back and saw her shoulders slump as she tried to compose herself, her eyes slightly glistening when she turned back to me. "Jay? Um.. Troy got stuck, you know, on his way over here?", she stumbled through the obvious lie, "Would it be too much to ask for that ride?" I smiled again, hoping to relax her, and told her that it was no problem at all. I wanted to ask her about that asshole of a boyfriend, but knew it would only upset her. She grabbed her bag, and seemed surprised when I held open the door of my Suburban for her to get in. She was so tiny she had to practically jump to get into the truck, and as I made my way around to the drivers side I saw her attempt to return the favor. She smiled sheepishly as she realized she didn't have the strength or reach to open my door, but I thanked her as I slid into the seat. I let her pick a station on Pandora as we pulled out of the parking lot, and we continued our earlier conversation, chatting easily about music, the beach, and plans for the upcoming summer. I couldn't help but feel lucky to have such a beautiful girl in my car as she interspersed her side of the talk with directions to her house, and I was genuinely sad when we pulled up to the cottage she shared with another roommate. "I'm so grateful you showed up when you did.", she said as I idled on the street. "God knows how long I might have been stranded there." I just smiled at her, and told her I thought she was quite a capable young woman and that I'm sure she would have been able to figure out what to do once she realized she couldn't count on her boyfriend. It was a flippant remark, and the first negative comment I'd made about him throughout the ordeal, yet it gave her pause. She had grasped the door handle as if to leave, but turned back to me with those devastating eyes trained on mine. "You're not just saying that, are you?", she asked, " You actually think I'm not some dumb girl?" I was instantly saddened by her response, mostly because I hate to see her have such low confidence in herself. I smiled in spite of the comment, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "No Michelle, and although it's not my place to say it, you deserve to be surrounded with people who appreciate you and your abilities." She smiled again, and opened the door, seeming to hesitate as she sat on the edge. Almost visibly making up her mind, she hopped out and turned back to me. "Jay, I appreciate everything, and would like to make it up to you. Would you feel like a late dinner tonight? I'm an okay... I'm a good cook, and my roommates out of town, it'd be nice to have company.", It was cute how unsure she seemed at what my response would be, and her eyes were slightly widened at what I imagined to be a rather bold action on her part, " I mean, if you don't have other plans..." I accepted, telling her I was looking forward trying her cooking, and asked her what time I should return. She told me about an hour and a half, and after wishing me a safe trip, closed the door and half ranhalf skipped to her front porch. I'm sure I was beaming as I marveled at my good fortune and made my way home. I quickly showered, happy about the muscle I was putting on from all my workouts, and glad I finally had an even tan. I was in the middle of putting on a light blue dress shirt to compliment my eyes, when I stopped and silently chastised myself for my vanity and intentions. This was not a date, I reminded myself, it was an innocent young girl being gracious for my chivalry, and I shouldn't be thinking otherwise. Nonetheless, I did spray a tiny bit of cologne on and after checking the time, grabbed a bottle of white wine I had lying in my fridge and headed for the door. I pulled up to Michelle's house right on time, grabbed the bottle of wine, and headed to her front door. I knocked, and about ten seconds later I heard her call out from somewhere in the cottage that she'd be right there. I waited about a minute, before I heard her pull open the door. At first she was shyly hiding behind the door, but as she saw the bottle of wine, she stepped out and gave me a thousand watt smile. My jaw almost fell off as I realized she was only wearing a towel, in contrast to the make-up she had on which highlighted her dark green eyes, and full soft lips, which I had failed to notice up to this point. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and the towel was loosely tucked underneath her left arm. I was struck by the fact her skin was tanned golden brown from her fingertips to the nape of her neck, and that her breasts were even larger than I had imagined, prominently thrust out and showing copious amounts of cleavage even as they held her towel from falling to the ground. What felt like an hour was probably only a second as I crossed the threshold into her home, time standing still as this tiny goddess let me by her. "I'm sorry, I was getting dinner ready and time flew by! I'll be only 5 minutes.", she said as she closed the front door, turned and left the room, pausing at her bedroom doorway. "If you can find some glasses, would you like to open that bottle?" She asked, and I could swear there was a gleam in her eye. I told her yes, and she slid into the bedroom, lightly closing the door behind her. I quickly took stock of her small cottage, trying to shake the stunned feeling from my head. It was small, but cozy, with the mismatched furniture of college students filling the living room. A kitchen with a dinette was on the left, and to the right were two doors. I assumed that her roommate and her each had a bedroom and shared one bathroom, similar to a cottage I once lived in years before. I began a search of the small kitchen, and quickly realized that should have brought wine glasses. All she had were cheap plastic cups, probably from a thrift store, and I began to wonder if she'd even had wine before. I shrugged, and decided to make due with what she had. Besides, whatever was cooking smelled delicious, and I wasn't a snob like some of my friends were so I didn't want her to feel bad. As if reading my mind, I heard her small voice behind me. "I'm sorry, all I have are those cups. I feel so, I don't know, uncultured?" I was pouring, and responded, "Michelle, no more apologies, okay? Dinner smells amazing, and you have nothing to be ashamed of!" I turned around to hand her a cup, and promptly felt my mind go blank. Michelle was leaning against her couch, a classy but low-cut tube top sweater barely holding in her breasts, and wearing a short skirt that flowed down at different lengths. Her legs looked impossibly long for a girl of her height, and were incredibly tan and toned, perfect stems that her earlier khakis had hidden well. Her naked arms fairly glowed, slender and smooth, and she had let her hair down so that it cascaded over her bare shoulders, falling in such a way that she seemed like a movie starlet. There was no way to hide the fact she had stunned me to silence, and she smiled at me again, this time with a perceivable edge to it. I crossed her dinette in two steps, and handed her a cup of the wine I had brought. "Cheers.", I said, finding my voice once again before taking a drink. She took a sip as well, nodding approvingly. "Mmmm...", she purred, and then confirmed my earlier assessment, "I've never had wine before, it tastes sweet, but tart!" I talked a bit about wine and food pairings, making nonsensical small talk as she began to prepare dinner for serving. I had a seat at the table, not able to take my eyes off of her as she made plates for us. I knew that she had noticed my staring, but rather than shy away, she seemed to almost react to it by deliberately moving in a sensual way. Her skirt kept swaying dangerously, giving me what I almost thought was a peek at her firm bottom, just above the hem. As she brought the plates over to the table, I was mesmerized by the subtle swaying of her chest, and wondered if she was wearing a bra underneath her top. She was about to sit down, when she let out a small excited sound. "Oops! I just put these in, is it okay if we try them?", she said, turning on what seemed to be Christmas lights that ran the length of the small interior of the house. Before I could answer, she had turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room, leaving the soft glow of the tiny festive lights. It had created a romantic atmosphere almost immediately, and whether intentional or not, it made her house all the more cozier. "Actually, that's really nice.", I said noticing that she was, if it was possible, even more beautiful than ever. She smiled once more, and sat down with me at the table. As we ate, we talked freely; about her studies, her goals, me complimenting her food, and her complimenting how well I cleaned up. "Blue really suits you, and you came dressed so nicely I almost feel under dressed!", she said. "I don't think so," I interjected, "I think you look amazing in what you're wearing." She smiled, "You know, that's the first comment you've made on my looks. Most boys only tell me about how pretty I am, and yet you've focused on so many other things besides that. I was beginning to wonder if you even found me attractive" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you question your appeal. I guess there's just so much about you I find interesting, I forgot to mention it." I said, feeling a bit foolish. "Don't be, no apologies, right? Actually, I really like it. That your not just focused on that I mean." God, I could listen to this angel talk forever, her voice was like music. We had finished dinner, and polished off the wine. I once again told her how wonderful everything was, and waited for her to prompt me to leave. Instead, she openly wished that we had some dessert to have with dinner, and maybe some more wine. My brain suddenly kicked on, and I remembered that I actually had a solution in my truck. "Wait, I think I can remedy that." I got up from the table and left through the front door to go to my vehicle. Sure enough, in the back I found a decent bottle of red wine, and an unleavened chocolate cake from a friend who was a baker. Working out meant I was avoiding such treats, but I wasn't going to deny this young girl anything. As I re-entered her house, I saw that she had repositioned herself on the couch, holding the two cups and waiting with a sexy smile on her lips. I grabbed two forks from the kitchen, and joined her. As soon as I sat down, she turned sideways, draping both of her legs over my lap. My body reacted of it's own accord, and the combination of wine and her bare thighs made an involuntary stirring occur in my lap. I thought she noticed, but she only leaned over and cut a bite from the cake with her fork. She once again raved about the taste of the red wine with the dark chocolate, and I noticed her taking longer pulls from her glass as we talked and ate. Michelle was leaning closer and closer into me, her breasts now brushing my arm as she reached for cake, soft and firm against my arm. Her legs kept moving, sliding over my lap as she shared an animated story about one of her adventures. I could feel myself growing harder as she moved against me, and the wine I had consumed kept me from my initial embarrassment; I was now almost fully engorged, stretching down my left pant leg in an obvious bulge. She made no mention of it, but moved her legs even more, almost stroking me with her calves as she spoke. I was listening to her speak when I stopped hearing her words; I realized I was watching her lips move, merely just to see her tender succulent mouth make shapes, to form little circles, her tongue teasingly flicking to the edge of her lips, moistening small segments of her already wet mouth. I was mesmerized by her movements, lost in a trance, when I felt her hand fall into my lap. She was telling a particularly animated story, and at it's culmination had dropped her hands. I knew it was an accident, that she didn't mean to touch my member, but as she realized what she was touching, I saw her eyes widen slightly, her tongue glued momentarily to the roof of her mouth.... And then she continued talking, not moving her hand at all. I was now completely focused on her words, hanging on every expelled breath that created sound. "Jay, you haven't said anything. What are you so quiet?", she was purring now, leaning forward into me, her breasts pressed into my arm and her legs pulling mine into her. Her left hand was resting on my cock, her index finger tracing small circles against the shaft through my pants. I couldn't speak, but didn't want to anyway; I looked down and placed my right hand on her firm thigh, tracing my fingers up the side of her leg. As I reached the edge of her skirt, I felt her tremble slightly, her hand lightly squeezing me through my pants. We both had stopped talking, and as I met her gaze again, I leaned in, taking her bottom lip in between mine. It felt like the room heated up instantly, our tongues touched, flicking against each other; before I could place her taste, she moaned, placing her left leg over mine and straddled me. My hands reflexively went to her thighs, squeezing her and pulling her into me as our mouths worked against one another. I was enraptured by her soft skin, by the noises that came from her mouth as her hands explored my chest. I slid my hands farther up her legs, stopping only when I reached the outline of her panties. Feeling lace, I slid my fingers between them and her skin, lightly pressing my nails into her flesh. She reached down, grabbing my hands and guiding me as I slid her panties off. Suddenly, she broke our kiss, pulling back and looking into my eyes. Without a word, she stood up, leaving her underwear around her knees. She spoke, her voice even more hoarse than before, almost a growl. "I want you Jay. But you should know I'm not as innocent as I seem. I believe you can handle me," she leaned slightly on one leg, the panties around her knees stretching to one side, "I believe you know how to fuck me..." I was shocked at her sudden profanity, ridiculously turned on by how young and dirty she looked in the low light, her thin lacy panties drawn tight at her knees. Gone now was the uncertainty I had grown accustomed to in her eyes; it had been replaced by an animalistic glowering, fierce in it's need. She stood there, drawing her hands to the sides of her sweater, then slowly pulled them down over her firm breasts. They were perfectly shaped, at least 36 C's, with light pink nipples that were a shaped like perfect round quarters, hardening already in anticipation. I reached up, trying to pull her down to me on the couch. She resisted, shaking her head slowly from side to side in refusal. Taking her hint, I leaned forward, suckling her right nipple into my mouth, feeling it protrude and stiffen against my tongue. My hands reach under her skirt, cupping her ripe ass as she put her hand on my head, gripping my hair and pulling me into her chest. Her left hand was lightly kneading her breast, alternating between squeezing the entirety of it, and pulling softly on her nipple, making it as hard as the one that my tongue was currently circling. I wanted her to straddle me again, so after I switched to her other breast, I took my hands off her firm bottom, reaching down to pull her panties off completely. Once again, she stopped me. I pulled from the hardened nipple that my mouth had occupied to look up at her. She was lightly shaking her head, stopping to pull her top completely off over her head. I leaned back into the couch, seeing her framed against the soft lights that ran the length of the cottage. She was a goddess, her dark hair framing her angelic face, breasts standing perfectly from her body, nipples erect, a taut stomach that trailed down to her skirt, which bloomed slightly out until those firm thighs came into view, a smooth line broken only by those lacy panties that remained locked just above her knees. She bent over at the waist, meeting my lips again as she unbuttoned my shirt. My cock was painfully straining against my pants leg as she slowly undid each button, working her way down my shirt until finally undoing the last. We both drew in a small gasp of breath as she removed my shirt; mine because she lightly ran her nails the length of my body as she pulled my shirt off, hers because I had taken one of her nipples in my mouth as she leaned over me, bringing my teeth down on it in a soft bite. Standing back up, she pulled my mouth to her navel, breathing heavily as I kissed and licked around her stomach, my hands once again cupping her luscious cheeks underneath her skirt. She began undulating against my mouth and hands, rocking herself as I took in the softness of her perfect skin. Firmly gripping her tight ass in my left hand, my right strayed to the front and laid flat against her pelvis. I kissed up her body, taking her breast into my mouth as slid my thumb against her clit, rubbing lightly in a small circular motion. A moan again escaped her lips, and she leaned forward, splaying her hands at the middle of my back and digging her nails into my skin while pulling me into her body. My left hand slid under her from behind, and gently penetrated her slightly, as I continued to rub her button from the front. I felt her knees buckle the tiniest bit as she used my legs for support, her breath getting louder and quicker as I stimulated her pussy. "Oh my God...", she hissed lowly, "Oh, yesssss...!" I was becoming lost in her motions when suddenly a phone rang from the nearby end table. She stiffened, then reached over and grabbed the phone. After the second ring, she stood straight up, and pulled my face by the chin so that our eyes locked. "Jay?", she pleaded, one hand still resting on the back of my head, "Lick my pussy, please?" She pulled her skirt up, exposing the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. Her clit was slightly pronounced, with a small flesh hood barely covering it. Her pussy lips were swollen full, and a small butterfly of pink skin protruded from between the crack. Using my thumbs to spread the shaven smooth lips, I began running my tongue around her wet hole, tasting the juices that had already built up during our touching. I heard the phone ringing a third and fourth time, then with her free hand she answered. "Hello?", she asked, her breathing barely under control as I probed her tight flower, pulling out to suckle her clit into my eager mouth. "What do you want?", she replied on her end. I could hear the muffled sounds of a loud party, even from where I was between her fragrant thighs. "I don't want to see you tonight.", she answered, letting her skirt fall to drape me as she placed her hand at the back of my head, pulling my now slick face into her dripping cunt. "I'm busy, that's why. And you left me stranded today. I'll let you know later if I even want to see you again." So she was talking to the boyfriend... I don't know how he didn't hear her low moans and heavy breathing, but I didn't care. I began lapping at her warm pussy juices at a quicker pace, almost wanting this idiot to know what he was missing. She even acted like she didn't care if he did notice, as she let out a small whine, nearly doubling over on top of me. "Oh shit, fuck... I've got to go, I'll call you later!", she nearly yelled into the phone, slamming it shut and tossing it onto the table again. Her moans increased in volume as I slid one, then two fingers into her love canal, making a 'come hither' motion against her g-spot. I kissed and sucked on her clit, flicking my tongue furiously against it while she was in my mouth. A growing noise built to a crescendo as she bucked her pelvis onto my face, both hands now gripping my hair, pulling me into her pussy. I could hear the fabric of her panties start to rip at her knees, her body straining to release herself from their confining grasp. "Oh fuck! Shit, oh my fucking god!" she screamed loudly. "I'm fucking cumming, oh my GOD... FUCK!!!", she moaned as I was rewarded with a spraying of her fluids, covering my face and dripping down my arm, chest and her smooth, tanned legs. She nearly collapsed, the insides of her thighs glistening in the low lights. My left arm steadied her as I pulled my head from underneath her skirt, lightly kissing her stomach, and then looking up into her eyes. If I had thought her animalistic before, she was almost demonic in the way her eyes glowed now. "You like licking a cheating pussy, don't you?", she purred to me, "You want to fuck this little girl, don't you baby?" Where had that shy girl from earlier gone? I didn't care, but was shocked into the horniest mood I'd ever been in. I was beyond turned on, I could feel the pre-cum oozing from my twitching cock as she spoke to me. Bending down, she finally removed her panties, then turned and sauntered slowly towards her bedroom. Opening the door, she turned and looked at me, now biting her own bottom lip as she walked to her bed, removing her skirt as she went. "Bring my phone with you...", she said as I stood up, making my way towards her. I wasn't going to question this feisty kitten, so I grabbed her cell and moved into the bedroom. When I got to the bed, she was sitting on her knees on the edge, naked and glowing. Her body was incredible, no tan lines to disturb her perfect skin. Stopping in front of her, she undid my button and zipper, sliding my boxer briefs off in the same downward motion as my pants. Stepping out of them, my cock was rigid, exactly at the same level as her mouth. I know I have a fairly large cock, 8.5" long, 6" around and perfectly straight, but in her tiny hands my member seemed enormous. Her eyes had glazed over with lust, and she began to stroke me with her right hand, her left hand cupping my swollen balls and gently squeezing. I was hypnotized by her soft lips, her big green eyes, and her amazing breasts that were swaying beneath me as she moved her arm. I drew in a breath as she moved her mouth closer, her tongue darting out and dancing around my cock head, a string of saliva and pre-cum following her as she drew her tongue back into her mouth. Just when I couldn't stand the teasing anymore, I felt the warmest sensation as she enveloped the entire head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of my helmet, mercilessly stimulating the most sensitive part of my cock as she sucked on the head. I assumed she wouldn't be able to take that much of my cock in her mouth, like most of the women before her, when she suddenly inhaled most of my shaft in one swift motion. I nearly fell over as I felt my cock buried in her throat, my entire shaft buzzing from the sudden warmth of her mouth and the friction of her tongue. "Holy shit, my god!", I exclaimed, shocked at the tremors that ran the length of my body. She worked furiously, her hand constantly stroking the shaft whenever it wasn't in her mouth, her left hand massaging my balls, preparing to milk the cum from my body. "Michelle, oh suck that cock baby, suck it hard!", I moaned loudly, enraptured my the attention she was giving to my pole. Remembering her own dirty talk, I started talking to her, eager to see the effect. "You're such a dirty slut, aren't you?", I asked, and she gripped me harder. "Uh huh..", she said, taking me out of her mouth for a brief moment to answer. She WAS a dirty slut, and she got off on it! I started talking even nastier to her, saying anything that came to my mind. "I'm going to fuck that pussy raw, your boyfriend won't even feel it the next time he's inside you." "Suck that cock you slut, I'm going to cover you with cum and send you back to him" She was practically a blur, large globs of her spit building up on the base of my shaft. I grabbed her head and started pumping into her mouth, my balls slapping into the bottom of her chin with every thrust. She grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me into her and moaning with me as I felt the stirring of an impending explosion. "I want to fuck you while you talk to him, make you cum while he listens...!", I said, pulling in and out of her mouth. Suddenly she stopped me, pulling me out of her mouth. My cock was covered in her saliva, dripping onto her chest. Her eyes were tearing, her mascara running down her face in rivulets as she looked up at me. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen as she broke into a devilish grin. "Give me my phone." I grabbed her phone, handing it to her. I had been so close to cumming that my body was in near spasms. She pushed me onto the bed, biting my lower lip as she positioned her now dripping pussy over my cock. "Are you clean?", she asked, holding me at her entrance. I nodded, then she slid her pussy onto my throbbing cock. We both made moaning noises as I filled her tiny pussy completely. In one swift motion, I was in the tightest, warmest, wettest pussy I had ever experienced. She groaned, straining to take it all, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. I cupped her ass in both hands, my thumbs reaching all the way around her tiny waist, and aided her in setting a rhythm. As she rocked back and forth, her body tensed almost right away, her filled pussy convulsing with her second orgasm of the night. I felt the familiar juices around my cock, and I rolled her over, looking down as the excess fluids sprayed on her ass with every thrust I took. Her legs were wrapped around me, her heels on the small of my back, as she kneaded her breasts with one hand and opened her phone with the other. I fucked her harder, leaning down to flick my tongue against hers, our eyes locking as she launched into yet another strong orgasm. She was almost whining, cooing over and over as I slammed into her. She was so wet that there was now a splashing noise every time I buried myself to the hilt, her pussy practically sucking my cock back in. I saw her try to concentrate as she dialed the phone, her eyes repeatedly rolling back into her head. "Fuck me, Jay", she screamed, "Fuck me so he hears !" She put the phone on speaker, setting it next to her bed on the end table. Reaching up, she pulled me into a long kiss as the phone rang, then released me. "Hello?" A boys voice flooded the room, tinny over the speaker on her phone. Pushing me up, she growled,"Fuck me from behind, baby" "Michelle? Is that you?", came the voice, a bit of panic edging into the call. She had twisted around, my cock making a popping noise as it left her slick hole. Now on her hands and knees, her ass positioned up in the air, I slid into her from behind. Her pussy was so wet I drove all the way to her cervix, bottoming out and making her scream. "Yes baby! Fuck me hard, ooooh, fuck me!", she was growling, moaning and screaming all at once. I pumped in and out, watching as my cock spread her now swollen pussy wide open, spraying her juices all over her ass with every plunge. "Michelle? Is this a joke? Are you there?", the voice on the phone was nearly yelling. "Oh god, oh fuck, I've never had a cock like this!", she was panting, driving her hips back to meet my cock, "I've never cum like this, god I'm so fucking wet!" I knew I was about to lose it, the hour and a half of stimulation building to a climax in my balls. "I'm gonna cum Michelle, are you ready?", I asked my little slut. Right on cue, she pulled off of me, and turning around started to stroke my cock. I was going blind with the most amazing orgasm of my life, listening to her as she begged for my spunk in her mouth. "Cum in my mouth baby, oh please cum in my mouth... I want to swallow all of it, please baby...", she moaned, leaning down to deep-throat my shaft. I heard a final protest on the speaker phone as I almost yelled, cum spurting from my cock head, filling her mouth and dripping onto her perfect tits. She was moaning her approval, sucking down every drop she could manage. Swallowing, she began to use her finger to scoop up my stray load from her chest, licking her fingers with a smacking sound. "Your cum tastes so sweet, mmmmm, I want some more...", she said, looking incredible, even this well fucked. "I've never cum so hard in my life," I said, collapsing on the bed. "You can have it anytime you want it." "Well, it's about time I give it to someone who deserves it." She smiled, picked up the phone and closed it, then cuddled up next to me, both of us bathing in our post-fuck glow.

This is an account of how I accidently had sex with my cousin. It seems that all stories like this begin when we are young. But probably not now you are thinking. I have 2 female cousins on my mom’s side, Tina and Cara. They are 2 and 4 years younger that I am. When I was 9 my parents moved from the Mid-West out to California. I saw my cousins for the last time the year after we moved. So the last time I saw them they were 8 and 6 and I was 10. When I was 13 my folks got a divorce and we lived with my mom. When I turned 18 I joined the Army. It was a good fit for me. It provided me structure and pushed me physically. It helped me grow a lot. I got out of basic being 6'1 and 180 pounds of muscle. I deployed with my unit to Desert Shield/Storm (part 1) in August of 1990. After 8 miserable months in the desert we deployed home. We arrived home the middle of April. The command had promised to set up block leave for units returning, but it would take some time to figure out the schedule. Being a Wednesday, they said we needed to do some equipment maintenance and turn in by Thursday and then they would give us a 4 day weekend. One of my buddies Jim had the idea of heading off to Florida to catch some of Spring Break. After 8 months of looking at sand, camels, spiders and guys, I agreed to go with him. Thursday evening we hoped in his convertible Camaro and headed south! We didn't really have much of a plan as we started out. Since we didn't have a place to stay, we were planning on sleeping a few hours on the beach each day, hit the clubs at night and hope to find a table at Denny's until the sun came up. Jim's old roommate went down 2 years prior with a room, but wound up doing pretty much what we were planning. We were also hoping to hook up with a couple of college hotties and maybe sleep in their room. After all, it was only 4 days and we'd gone with 2 and 3 hours of sleep for longer than that just on exercises. We drove all through the night. It wasn't hard, since our body clocks were still on Saudi time. When we got to Daytona it was a zoo! Well in a good way. There were bikinis everywhere! Jim found a place to park about 10 blocks from the beach. His car would be our base of operations. We quickly changed in to swim trunks, took out the beach chairs and towels and headed for the beach. We quickly found a place with some thumpin' music in the background and marked our spot. Jim went and found a couple of beers and we sat down to admire the scenery. With the heat and the beer, I actually nodded off for about 2 hours. When I woke I felt charged and ready to go. Jim and I walked along the beach admiring all the honeys and trying to talk with a few. We came across a couple of wet t-shirt contests and a few other Spring Break games. Over all, we didn't have much luck with the ladies, but there was a lot of competition. We did have a few ask if we were Marines. I guess the flattop haircuts didn't help much. As nighttime approached, we walked over to the beach showers and hosed the sweat off of us. Then we walked back to the car, did a quick change in to shorts and a button up shirt and walked around looking for food. Thinks were a madhouse and it took us 2 hours to get a seat to eat. We had heard of a couple of places to party so after we ate we went out on a mission to find a place to party. We go to the first club about 11:30. It was pretty jumpin'. We moved our way in through the crowd and to the bar to get a drink. There was a wide range of ages, anywhere from 17 to 50. Being 23, I felt pretty though. After getting our beers we moved around trying to start up a couple of conversations. As we circled the dance floor I spotted a little cutie dancing with her friends. She was a dream. She stood about 5'4 maybe 110lbs. Brown hair just past her shoulders with bangs that framed her beautiful face. She was wearing a pink tank top, bra, and a jean skirt. I remember seeing her look up while dancing and seeing me. She seemed to give me a quick smile and spun back around where her friends were. I nudged Jim and pointed out the girls on the floor. While I was pointing them out, she turned around again and then poked her friend and nodded our way. Her friend motioned us over and we didn't need much more of an invitation than that. We dance our way on to the floor. Now I am not an expert dancer, but I do dance pretty well. Now I was face to face with this little cutie while Jim worked on her friend. She looked up at me and yelled "You're a good dancer", though it was barely audible over the music. "Thanks! You too!" was my reply. She gave me a big smile and I knew I was hooked. We danced a little more and the music changed a little. She motioned she was leaving the floor and Jim and I followed. When we left the dance floor we found out that there were 5 girls all together. Jim and I bought them a round of drinks and did our best to talk over the music. Over the music I found out her name was Sara and she was 18 on her first year of college. "Cool name" I said, not even thinking. We dance for a little while longer and she continued to flirt with me. I guess the girl that Jim was talking with had another guy after her and was rubbing Jim the wrong way. A small scuff broke out and was quickly squashed. But Jim and the other guy was removed from the club. Being that it was 3 am, we decided to find the nearest Denny's. Of course, we weren't the only ones. It took us an hour before we got a table. Just as we sat down, I looked over at the door and who should walk in? The two girls from the club. The crowded had grown since we had arrived since a lot of the clubs were closing. Right before we got our table, the wait time was 1 1/2 hours. The girls came in and asked about the wait time. I saw them look at their watches, so I swooped in to action. I quickly walked up and said "There you are. We've been waiting for you. Our tables all ready." Sara looked at me and smiled. Then she looked at her friend and she shrugged her shoulders and nodded. They joined us at the table. Sara wanted to know why I disappeared so quickly. We told her the story and she just replied with "It happens." We finished food and talked a little. Sara was thinking about doing art design or something like that. They had lots of questions about being in the Army and about the short War. When it was time to go, we picked up the tab and headed for the door. Sara asked where we were staying and I replied "On the beach." She asked what hotel that was and we explained that we didn't have a hotel we were just going to go flop on the beach since the sun was coming up and nap until noon. That was, unless they knew someplace better for us to stay. Sara's friend Suzan quickly explained their 5 girls, one room situation. We walked the girls back to their hotel. Jim walking with Suzan and I was holding Sara's hand. When we got there Suzan pretty much gave Jim the cold shoulder. Sara gave me a quick kiss and a smile. Then she told me that they usually hang out near lifeguard post number 17 and hurried on her way in to their hotel. Jim just looked at me, with the uh huh look and we headed for the car. Changed in to our beach attire we plopped down our chairs at 5:30am. I put on some sun block, took a big gulp of water, pulled my boonie hat over my eyes and crashed. I woke about 10am parched. I drank a little more then walked over to the bathroom. The beach was already filling up with some of the non-partiers. Jim woke up about 11 and we walked over and got a bit to eat. After that, with a little protesting from Jim we walked down to post #17. I noticed why the girls went to that station, since it was just down the street from their hotel. I didn't see the girls but we did spy a volleyball game in progress. Jim's eyes lit up a little. He had played all 4 years in High School as well as beach volleyball all summer. I am pretty mediocre at volleyball, but I never give up trying. Jim talked our way on to a 4 on 4 game. It was a lot of fun. We probably played for about an hour when one of the players on the other team had to leave. I volunteered to sit out for a couple of games. When I left the court I noticed Sara and her friends. Sara was lying back resting on her elbows. She gave me a quick wave and a smile. I motioned to Jim that I was going to go say hi. Jim pretty much just motioned me off as he was in to his game. I walked over and sat down next to Sara. "You looked pretty rested for someone that slept on the beach" she commented. "I've slept in worse than a beach" I retorted. "I'll bet you have" she chuckled back. "You look amazing, by the way." I said as I took in her body in her bikini. She had a natural figure, not toned and hard like she worked out, but soft and naturally fit. "Looking pretty hot yourself" she said with a smile and a wag of her foot. "You were doing pretty well over there" she stated, motioning to the volleyball game. "I'm just an amateur. Jim's the pro that makes me look good." "You look pretty good on your own" she replied. I was loving the flirtation going on, but after playing was in need of a drink. "I'm kind of thirsty, want to come get a drink?" I asked. She agreed and we headed up to one of the stores to get a large bottle of water. Make that 2 bottles of water. "So, what are your plans for today?" I asked. "I don't know." She replied. "I guess lying in the sun until my friends are ready to leave, unless I find something better to do." With that she moved in toward me and gave me a very hot kiss. Just her being that close started blood flow to my crotch. "Oh, I could think of something better to do." I murmured. "Yeah?" she said in her playful tone. "Definitely!" I replied. We kissed again. When our lips parted she gave me a wide eyed grin and said, "I know of a room that's empty for the next couple of hours." "Lead the way". I responded. With that she took me by the hand and led me up the street to her hotel. She removed a bracelet from her wrist that was holding the key and unlocked her door. The room was a pretty big mess. There were 2 unmade queen beds, 1 unmade folding bed. Suit cases and clothes were all over, along with towels. I had to laugh. "Nice room." "Hey, what do you want, a barracks?" she said as she poked me in the stomach. "Nope, just you!" I insisted and gave her another kiss. I was really wanting to start something but I needed to do something first. "Be right back" I told her and moved in to the bathroom. I took a quick piss and returned to the room. Sara was laying on one of the bed, propped up on her elbows. With her finger she gestured me to come here. I quickly moved to her and leaned in for a kiss. Our kiss quickly lowered us on to the bed together where we caressed and kissed. Sara removed my shirt and I quickly undid her bikini top. Her breasts were amazing! They were small but firm with the sexiest nipples I had ever seen. I quickly moved my head down to suck on one of these wanders. Her hands caressed the short hair on my head. It felt wonderful! She pulled my head up and kissed me again. Then I laid her back and removed her bottoms. My cock sprang to attention as I admired her tan lines, drawing me in to her dark brown mound of trimmed hair. I watched as she looked at me with a finger in her mouth and a smile on her face. I lowered myself and started at her knee, slowly kissing my way up her thigh. She did a little squiggle and got herself comfortable. I heard her gasp and her back arch slightly as my tongue reached out and parted the hair hiding her moist slit. I continued my exploration as her hands pulled me in to her heaven. I licked, and sucked, parted and played. I slid my finger within her moistness, allowed it to curve up and retract. I found a very explosive spot with her walls. When I applied a small amount of pressure with my finger she screamed in pleasure. Her hands gripped my head and her body convulsed. I continued to lick and play with her spot until her body was almost doubled over in muscle spasms. "Stop, stop.. please.. I need a break" she panted. I released my prey and she quickly grabbed my face and kissed me. Her lips and tongue wanting to devour me in a kiss. When she stopped, she looked at me up and down, and then realized I still had my swim trunks on, tore at the opening. I tried to help her but she pushed me back on the bed. She was a crazed woman, bent on her conquest. She pulled down my pants and threw them across the floor. Sara eyes the erect member that was now exposed. With a smile and a laugh she took my tool in her hand and began to stroke. Then she licked it and took it deep within her mouth. I laid my head back and moaned. It had been nearly 10 months since I had been with anyone. I was in pure heaven. Sara continued to suck on me, stroke me up and down. I felt pleasure building then she expertly let it subside. I knew I had to have her. "Where are my pants" I asked. "She stopped long enough to look at me and ask, " Why?" "I have a (I couldn't get the words to say condom) you know." "Do you trust me?" she posed. "I guess, why..." Before I could finish my question she moved up, positioned herself over me and impaled herself on my shaft. We both let out a groan of delight. As she sank on to me, her head flew back in pleasure, my hands grabbed her hips. She then dropped her hands down over me and sank her head. I lifted my lips to meet hers as she slid up and down on me. I gripped her hips and followed along with her hips. Then I moved them up and cupped and squeezed those magnificent breasts. Her hips raised and lowered, rocked back and forth. We were both moaning and moving, but I wanted to have the control. I put my hands around and rolled on to her back. For a moment I was on one hand and my knees fucking her while she was suspended under me. Then we dropped to the mattress. I thrusted in to her while kissing her neck and lips. Then I moved her legs, trying to position my rigid shaft toward that spot my finger had found. I already knew I wasn't going to last long. As I finally found the spot and to the rhythm going, she reacted! Her moans became screams, her legs clinched, her nails dug in. As she tore in to my back, I felt her muscles contract around my cock and it drove me past the edge. I released what felt like gallons of cum in to her heavenly pussy. As the waves subsided, I dropped to the bed sweating profusely. "God that was great!" Sara panted out. "Yes you were!" I responded. We lay next to each other for a few more minutes, and then Sara got up and went to the bathroom. I retrieved my water bottle and drank. When she returned she came over and laid down over me and kissed. I was happy for my youthfulness as I felt a regrowth happening. Sara must have felt it too as she looked down and then took it in her hand. Slowly stroking it she said, "Is this round 2?" I rolled her over and started kissing. There wasn't any foreplay this time. My cock quickly slid in to her cum soaked pussy. She tried to gain the top position again, but I countered and wound up standing as she rode in my arms. Then I dropped her back to the bed and rolled her on all fours. I entered her from behind and fuck her until she was tearing at the sheets. We both came again and I fell in a sweaty mess again. After we took a little time to recover, we decided we should probably head back as her friends would probably start leaving the beach soon. As I was getting dressed, Sara saw the cut along my back she had done. She apologized, and I told her it would be something to remember her by. We kissed again and finished getting dressed. As we got to the beach we were right in time for her friends to want to start getting ready for the evening. Sara told me she wanted to get my address so she could write me and maybe get together sometime. I asked her where they were going to be and she told me. I told her we'd exchange information tonight. With that she left with her friends. I walked over and found Jim who was hanging out with a couple of hotties he'd met while playing. "Hey stud, about time you got back" he joked. He introduced me to his new friends Janice and Stacey. We found out they were going to be at the same club as Sara and her friends. We arranged to meet them there about 11 and took off to get ready. Sure enough about 11:15 we met up with Jim's friends. We hung out at the club and danced and had some drinks. I never did see Sara though. At the end of the night, it was pretty obvious that Jim and Janice were on their way to hooking up, so I asked Stacey if she wanted to get something to eat. She looked at her friend and agreed. Even though Stacey and I weren't in to each other we had a nice time talking over breakfast. At about 5:30 I walked her back to her hotel and said goodnight. I returned to the car, got my stuff and went to the beach. About 10 Jim came along. He had slept in their hotel and was all ready to go. Unfortunately we had to head back to post as we wanted to make sure we were there before Monday night. About 4 we packed up the Camaro and pointed the wheels north. What a great weekend. This could have been the end of the story, but it wasn't. That Christmas, my mother had made plans to visit with her relatives. My sister and I agreed to meet her at our aunt’s house, since they have a mini apartment in their basement. I was the last to arrive, since I drove up. I was greeted by my aunt, said Hi to my uncle and mom and sister. We went in to the front room and was introduced to oldest cousin Tina. Then my aunt said "And here comes your other cousin Cara." I turned to be face to face with the same girl I met in Florida. Recognition and surprise registered across both of our faces. We gave each other a hug and said how it was nice meet again after so long. There were a lot of things running through my head as well as some fond memories stirring my groin. Then it hit me. Over the music I thought she said her name was Sara, but I bet she actually said Cara. We all sat down to talk in the living room for a while and I could see Sara smiling and looking at me out of the corner of her eye. This was going to be a fun holiday. But that's a story for another time...

3. (...the day before) “So, Brook, I understand you and Will have been around the bush a few times?” Sierra said playfully. “Yeah you could say that” “Oh! I can’t believe my little Will is already growing up! OH! He’s so cute! You’re a lucky girl!” “Yeah, and surprisingly, Will’s really good at it, I mean, I have no one else to base it off of, but he always makes me cum when we do it” “How big is he?” “About this big”, Brook said, holding up her hands about six inches apart, “He’s pretty big in my opinion” “Damn! You’re right! Oh! If he wasn’t my designated little brother, I would be all over him!” “Wow, thanks!” Brook laughed. “How long does he last? I mean, he’s what? Fourteen? Hell, I couldn’t even last to long when I was fourteen!” “He lasts about six to ten minutes, not to bad”, Brook replied. “Yeah, not to bad, I guess” “I mean, I love having sex, and so does he, I just like to make him work a little for it, you know?” “Alrighty then, Brook! I’ll tell you something fun to try” “What?” “I love Will, so I want him to get he most out of sex, so next time you guys do anything, or whenever you feel like trying something new, take two fingers, and shove it up his butt” “What?” “Boy’s have their prostate there, if you rub it, it apparently makes them cum really strong” “Hmm”, Brook thought to herself, “I’ll have to try that on Will” “Now most boys don’t like being penetrated like that, but just tell him it’ll feel good” Brook laughed, “Will do, Sierra. And don’t worry, I’ll try it next time I want to try something new” “I would just warn him first, you never know how they’ll react with ass play!” *** Saturday at the Reed house began in a relaxed and very casual manner. Waking up at around eight, Brook got up, showered, got dressed, and made breakfast for the sleeping Maria and Will. During breakfast that morning, Maria said that she was leaving at two to spend the day with Kevin, and that if Brook and Will wanted to go out that night, she was willing to give them both money. Smiling, Brook consented to Maria’s request, and in a few hours, both she and Will were home-alone, Maria’s money in hand. “Hey, Brook?” Will said, turning around the corner of the TV-room to see Brook sprawled out on the couch, watching TV and texting someone on her phone. “Yes?” “My mom’s gone can we uh...do it?” “Will, I’m tired” “But it’s two-thirty in the afternoon! Come one, we don’t even have to go all the way, how about just a blow-job, or-” “Will you know I don’t like to suck your dick, and besides, I’m just not in the mood” “Please?” “We had sex last night, just go upstairs and jack-off, or something” “Please, Brook?” Will asked, sitting next to her on the couch and wrapping an arm around her. Brook felt affectionate, but not horny. She smiled and kissed Will on the cheek. “If you can get me excited about doing it, then I’ll do it. But for right now, I’m not in the mood” “Well what put’s you in the mood?” Will asked, cuddling up next to Brook. Brook smiled, “Give me a show, take out your dick and stroke it for me” “Like the good old days, right?” “Yep”, Brook replied happily, “Now get naked” Driven by his raging teenage hormones, Will quickly dropped his shorts and pulled off his t-shirt, quickly jacking-off as he looked at Brook, waiting for her next order, as he stood in front of Brook on the couch. “Let’s see...”, she thought to herself. She was now very horny, in fact, just seeing how easily she could control Will made her feel on top of the world, “Why don’t you lay down on the carpet” “Alright”, he said, spreading his legs apart to give her a full view of his genitals as he continued to masturbate. Brook smiled and got on the floor in front of him, “Now, Will I’m going to try something, and I don’t know how you’ll respond to it, so get ready” “What is it-OH!” Will yelped, as Brook quickly pushed two fingers into his ass, pushing roughly past his tight sphincter, and into his rectum, “Brook! What the hell!” “Just relax, Will, soon it’ll feel good” “Brook!” Will yelled again, pushing away from Brook. “What? Listen, it’ll be fine, just wait-” “Brook, I hate having things shoved up my ass!” “Come on, if you want me to fuck you, you might as well try it” Will sighed, and scooted back to Brook,spreading his legs apart, and reaching down to stroke his cock. “Please be careful, Brook” “I won’t hurt you”, she replied, taking the same two fingers and pushing them back into Will’s ass, once again pushing up against his tight sphincter. Will winced, and bit his bottom lip, “Ouch!” Brook looked up at Will and smiled, then slowly pushed her fingers into his ass, his tight hole squeezing on her fingers. Will closed one eye, and he felt his face redden, “Brook!” “Wait a minute”, she interrupted, pushing forward until she felt a bump, “Got it!” she said proudly, swiveling her fingers around on the bump. “Ah...OH!” Will moaned, still stroking his dick as he looked down, “I-I don’t know why, but it-it feels good...” Brook laughed, “Good, and now that you’ve got me in the mood, what do you say we take this upstairs?” Will smiled, and stood up, letting Brook first pull her fingers from his ass, as he followed her up the stairs and into the her bedroom. The sex was usual, and began with Will laying on top of Brook, kissing her neck and breasts, working his way down to her stomach. From here, he worked his way back up, necking her, as he grabbed the base of his dick and maneuvered it into her twat. Once inside, she pushed forward slightly to make sure he was in, and immediately, Will would began to thrust forward, humping her repeatedly and steadily. Meanwhile, Brook and Will would kiss passionately. Will would hold himself up with both hands, as he kissed Brook, who used one hand to reach around Will’s head to grasp the back of his wavy dark-brown hair, and use the other to rub and finger her clit. Will would take a break form kissing every now and then to kiss her tits, whose nipples stood erect from excitement. He would lick them, and suck on them, making Brook moan with lust from each sloppy lick and suck. “Oh, Will! OH...I’m getting close...oh!” She moaned, beginning to thrust forward herself. “Yeah”, He replied, slightly out of breath, “I-I’ll pull out” “Don’t!” “B-Brook...I’m close to...I....oh...uh...OH....uh”, Will moaned, he was so close his hormones began to betray him, and he couldn’t manage to pull himself away from Brook’s tight, wet twat. “Will! OH cum in me, Will! OH YES!” She yelled, feeling her body tense up as she arched her back, let her head fall back on the pillow, and let her arms and legs go numb, as she shivered all over form her orgasm. Will moaned, loudly and with a few more final thrusts, he felt himself being taken away from an overpowering orgasm as-well, Brook’s pussy tightening up as she came. “Ahhhh...OHhhhh”, He moaned, laying on top of her as he finished. Will rolled over on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Brook looked over to him and smiled, then, straddled his lap, reaching behind her back to grasp and stroke Will’s semi-hard dick. “I’m ready when you are”, she said seductively. “Really?” Will said, catching his breath, “Cause I’m kinda tired” Brook laughed, “Truth is, Will, I love having sex as much as you do” “Then why do you always seem so hard to break?” “That’s just what girls do, we like to play mind games!” Will laughed, as Brook bent down and kissed him on the lips. “But now I’ve given you the advantage” “How’s that?” “I just showed you how to get me horny” “That is true”, Will said, “Now I think I’m in control of this!” “We’ll see”, Brook said, standing form the bed, and getting dressed, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna pee, get something to drink, and if you’re ready, I’ll be downstairs” “Gotcha”, Will responded, watching Brook redress and leave the room. *** Will walked downstairs with only his shorts on, and sat at the kitchen table, were Brook was busy drinking from a diet coke can. Smiling seductively at Will, she lifted an eyebrow and ushered him over to her with a finger. “Ready when you are”, she said. “Alright”, Will replied, taking a condom from his pocket and placing it on the table, “This time we’re gonna have to use this” “Come one, Will”, Brook began, sitting on his lap, “That makes it so less-” “Brook it’s bound to happen eventually! I mean, we never have protected sex, and I just want to be-” “That’s fine”, She said, walking into the living room and quickly removing her clothing, “let’s just do this” Will smiled and followed her into the TV room, dropping his shorts on the way in and opening the condom as he knelt in front of Brook, who lay on the couch. Sliding the condom on, Will once again angled his dick just right, and slid it into her twat. “Ahh yes...”, she moaned, this time, pushing him back and laying on top of Will. Brook got into the missionary position and began to bob up and down on his cock, letting her tight, wet hole rub up and down against his shaft. “OH yeah...oh yes, Brook”, Will said, “Oh!” Will lay on his back, one hand behind his head, the other massaging Brook’s clit, rubbing it between two fingers. “OH, WILL! I love it when you do that! Oh fuck me, Will!” She moaned, bouncing up and down on his 6” dick. “Yes! OH yes!” Will yelled, “Fuck yeah, oh!” Will’s face began to turn red, sweat formed at the top of his forehead, “Brook! I’m gonna cum!” Brook smiled a lustful smile, and suddenly began to bob up and down on his dick faster. “This time, you’re gonna cum first”, she said, “OH....OH, Will! OH...OH....OH SHIT!!!!” Brook jumped from the couch, and ran from the room, grabbing a near by blanket that rested on an adjacent chair, and covering her naked body as she did. “What?” Will inquired, standing up from the couch to look around the room. “Look outside the door!” Brook yelled. “Oh shit!” Will yelled, looking outside the sliding glass door to see the elderly Antonia holding hands with young Paul Rolland, Pierce’s little brother. She had one hand over her mouth, and another over Paul’s eyes. Will slipped into the kitchen and pulled his shorts on, his boner had disappeared from pure humiliation as he opened the door. “Ms. Lopez I-I-” “I’m sorry we barged in, Will, but I have to go to my sister’s house tonight, and Pierce and Haley are on a date, and you’re mother said I could leave Paul at your house, and that the back door was open-and I-uh-I did not-” “I’m so, so, so, so sorry, Ms. Lopez!” Brook yelled, running into the room, “Can I speak to Will real quick?” “Yes of course”, Antonia replied, a worried and somewhat embarrassed face washed over her. “I swear to fucking god, Will! That couch is a curse!” “I know! He always get caught down here!” “Look, I’m not in the mood anymore, and look’s like Maria just sighed us up for babysitting, so I’ll watch the kid, you can go into the bathroom and finish up if you want” “No, I’m good, I really just lost it” “God help us!” Brook said, shaking her head and grabbing Will’s hand to lead him back into the TV room. “Sorry about that Ms. Lopez, I’m so sorry-” “No, no, no, I’m sorry, don’t worry, we didn’t see anything” “Why were you guys naked?” Paul asked, a hint of childish curiosity in his voice. *** At around ten, Paul went to bed, and Brook had tucked him into her bed, turned off the light, and went downstairs to sit next to Will in the TV room. “Pierce better be having a fucking great time at that party”, Will said, leaning against Brook on the couch. “I hope Haley didn’t drink to much. I can’t even imagine her being drunk” “Yeah, that’s true”, Will said, leaning over and kissing Brook on the cheek. At around eleven, Maria walked in the door, her makeup had run down her face from tears. “Maria, are you okay?” Lynn asked, looking up to see Maria’s red eyes. “Brook! Will! Kevin! He-he proposed!” Brook gasped and jumped from the couch to hug Maria, “That’s great, Maria!” “Mr. Forest proposed? So are you two getting married?” Will asked. “Yes, Will. We are, we’re getting married!” Will had mixed emotions about the marriage, but at the time, he acted joyful, and hugged and congratulated his mother. “I have to call Maggie! Oh! And my sister, and Becca, and...I’m so happy!” ...................................................... There’s your story!!! Tune in next week for the final installment of Stories from Davis Hall !!

The next morning I awoke feeling pretty worn out, both emotionally and physically and I immediately wondered how poor Kristy was fairing. I didn’t get a chance to find out until around 11:30 that morning when I was out under the canopy, reading my book, as Kristy finally made her appearance, walking rather stiff kneed down out of the coach. She wore her robe that I had wrapped her in the night before and the look on her poor little face brought a smile to my face. “What are you so amused about,” she said with a sneer in her voice. “Well, good morning to you, too,” I replied. “Oh why thank you, Gramps. Did you have a nice night, too?” I replied to her in jest. She just continued her sneer as she looked the part of the proverbial horse that had been ridden hard and put to bed wet. I thought I detected bags under her eyes, but even if I was imagining those, there was no doubt about the daggers I saw glaring out of them “I’m sorry Honey, but you look so absolutely pitiful,” I said and started to laugh. “Well, how would you look if you took a 2 by 4 up your ass last night,” she said rather loudly. “Shush,” I said to her, “Do you want to the entire park to know what we did last night?” She changed her tone to a loud whisper when she asked, “Well, why didn’t you warn me about how much it would hurt the next day?” “I didn’t know that it would hurt the next day,” I defended myself. “I’ve never taken it up my butt before. How would I know? And besides, you are the one who switched holes, not me. I would have been perfectly content if you would have left it in the hole it started out in.” “Give me a hug, Gramps,” she asked but did not make a move to come towards me. So I rose out of my chair, went over and put my arms around her and gave her a warm hug. “I’m sorry, you aren’t feeling up to snuff this morning,” I said through the hug. “Is there any place that I can rub and make it better,” I said and started to laugh. She just hit me in the stomach as she sat down and grimaced in the other chair. “What can I fix you for breakfast?” I smiled to her. She smiled back and said, “How about a nice soak in the hot tub? Maybe that would relieve some of my discomfort down there.” “Let’s go. I’ll get changed if you really want to go,” I said earnestly. “I think that that would feel pretty good,” she said trying to get back up on her feet. We went in and changed into our swim suits. I took off my clothes and Kristy just untied the belt to her robe and let it fall to the ground, we were both naked. “Can I see where it hurts,” I asked in jest again, suspecting her to give me a hard time about it, but instead, she turned around, grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her sore little rose bud. I instantly felt a tingle coming from my groin and decided that I wouldn’t be a pain in the ass anymore; pun intended, and put on my swim suit. We walked down to the campground pool and spa area and after testing the water’s temperature, I got in and told Kristy that it was a little hot but she would get used to it in no time. Submersing myself up to my chin in the hot water, I looked up as Kristy made her descent down into the hot tub. Looking up into her crotch, I noticed a little pubic hair sticking out in view so as she settled in next to me, I whispered into her ear, “You need to trim up your bikini line if you don’t want everyone seeing your pubic hair.” She thought for a second then replied, “Ever since you shaved me down there on the cruise I’ve been waiting for you to do it again. I guess that tonight is as good a time as any,” and cuddled up to my shoulder. “The hot water is starting to work already,” I said with a grin. We soaked our cares away as well as Kristy’s pains, and swam and frolicked around for most of the afternoon and around 4:00, we got out and went back to the coach to change and get ready to have our evening meal. I fixed spaghetti that night from my own recipe and I took her out for dessert. When we got back to the coach, it was 8:30 so we took a walk down by the river and got home well after dark. As we went to bed, Kristy reminded me about her pubic hair problem and asked if I was up to shaving her tonight. I asked if she was up to it, considering her problem of this morning and she replied, “Just as long as you keep your fingers outside where they belong,” and laughed. I laughed also and got the razor. As I gathered the necessary stuff to accomplish this unexpected task, Kristy went in to change into her bed clothes and when she emerged, she was wearing a short little nightie that barely covered her crotch. As she lie down and spread her legs, I got a great view of what I would be shaving; her bare little pussy covered with her soon to be shaved pubic hair. I took a deep breath and applied the warm wash cloth to the hair and started to rub it in. After a couple of minutes of rubbing, to get it nice and warm and wet, I applied some shaving cream on it and rubbed that in. Trying to keep the cream out of her slit and vagina, I applied it mainly to her outer lips and abdomen area and when I had finished, I stopped to inspect my work. What I saw was a complete turn on for me. Under the coating of foam was the most delicate folds on a girl’s body; the labia major lips, those firm little protrusions of the skin that protected her hidden treasures below in her slit, that stood ready to be shaved with the sharpest of blades. They were so delicate and inviting to touch yet so sacred, that wars have been fought over their intrusions, and yet my granddaughter was lying there in open defiance of morals and proper thinking everywhere, in an invitation to not only touch those precious lips but to place an instrument of destruction upon them in an effort to make them bare for my very eyes. My touch was soft yet firm as I made the first pass over her area to be shaved. I started up on her lower abdomen and stroked the razor in a downward motion towards her lips. Reaching right at her protruding part, I stopped my descent to see a perfectly clean strip running the length of my swipe. I made sure it was completely clean of all hairs by reversing my stroke and ending up where I had started. Then I moved the blade over an inch or so and made another swipe down as before. I repeated my shave over her abdomen and wiped off the excess foam and inspected my work. I ran my light touch over the freshly shaved area and found it to be as smooth as a baby’s butt, so I proceeded down to her lips themselves and started my action to remove the hair from them. I directed her to spread out her legs to make for easier access. She complied and I began by stroking of the blade from her leg cavity towards her lips. Although there weren’t many hairs growing in that area, I wanted to make sure since this is the area that caught my attention in the first place. Shaving both leg areas I progressed to the lips themselves. This was, as I remembered from my experience on the ship, the most delicate spot to shave. I had to be extra careful not to nick or cut her in any way. Plus this was the most sensitive spot for her to be shaved, being right over her clitoral and vaginal areas. So with a precise and steady hand, I started at the uppermost part of her labia lips and started my stroke downward and ending right at her anus. Then I repeated it on the other side. She was breathing heavily when I finished these stokes and I detected a slight odor emanating from her vagina. As I touched up between the lips, a slight moan escaped her mouth as I took care to remove any hairs that I had missed. I then raised her legs up to her chest to examine her anal area. As before, there were no hairs growing down there, but I got a thrill in her compliance with this unspoken request. I ran the blade over her anus, not hard enough to cut anything, but I wanted to give her the thrill that she gave me. Then I wiped all of the foam out from between her legs and then I gave her the tongue test. If it could pass my tongue running over the shaved area, then it could pass anything else. I licked her upper area, I licked her lower area and I licked her lips, slowly and thoroughly. She was squirming as I completed my visual and oral inspection and I then put my tongue right between her lips as she groaned and threw her hips up to meet my oral assault. I was ravaging her pussy with my mouth, licking, sucking and biting on her lips with the slightest pressure on her clitoris. She was in ecstasy as she felt my oral stimulation. Then, as fast as she got turned on, she began to writhe around in anticipation. She arched her back and tightened up her leg muscles. She inhaled deeply, trying to extract every bit of excitement out of herself and then, letting it all release out of her at once, she started bucking her hips, grabbing the hair on the back of my head and forcing my face as deep into her wanting pussy as it would go. Screaming out, “GRAMPS I’M CUMMMMINNNG!!!” she exploded her fluidic orgasm out of her vagina all over my mouth. I drank it in the best that I could and loved every drop of it, even that portion that slid off of my chin. I loved my granddaughter. She rolled over on her side as she whimpered something about being too tired to stay awake and within a moment’s time, she was fast asleep. I got up, took off my clothes and crawled in beside of her for the evening. We both slept through the night. The next morning we awoke to a bright sunshiny day and after breakfast we went to town to catch up on some of our grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. While there, I suggested that she pick out a new swim suit and gave her a wink. She smiled that knowing smile and went off to see what they had. She caught up with me at the check out stand and added her selection to my groceries. I could hardly wait to see what she picked out, but I was sure that I would like it. Arriving back at the coach just before noon, we ate some lunch and I suggested that we enjoy this beautiful day down at the pool so I grabbed a cooler full of sodas for Kristy and a few beers for myself, our towels and sun screen and off we went. We were the only people there when we arrived and that was just fine with me because I didn’t want anybody around when I saw Kristy’s purchase for the first time. She put all of her stuff down on a chaise lounge, looked over at me and smiled. She tugged on the sides of her cover up as she raised it over her head. Her trim little body came into view starting at her long, firm legs, all the way up to her perky little breasts. As she removed it over her head, I let out a small gasp as I saw what she was wearing. It wasn’t skimpy per say, but it was rather revealing in its own way. It was a string type bikini that tied at the hips but instead of two ends being tied together, they were tied into a gold colored ring. The top tied into a cloth ring in between her breasts and tied normally at her neck and back. It covered everything it should have but just the fact that those rings were there showing off the skin underneath the suit make it sexy as hell; because the rings were pretty big. It was a light pink in color and at a glance; you would swear that she wasn’t wearing anything at all. I gulped my approval and decided that I needed to dive in before my erection became apparent. We frolicked around splashing and dunking each other and generally being as obnoxious as we could be, but since we were the only people in the pool, we could be without offending anyone else. We would alternate being in the pool, in the hot tub and relaxing on the two lounges they were moved so that they were side by side. The time flew by and it was soon 4 in the afternoon. As we sat there in the hot tub for the hundredth time, I noticed a rental camper RV pull in and come to a stop just outside of the gate into the pool area. Out jumped a girl, she seemed to be about the same age as Kristy, maybe a little younger, and run into the pool area. She was wearing a skirt and blouse and flip flops and as she was running in through the gate, she was busily unbuttoning her blouse and kicking of her sandals. When she pulled off her blouse, leaving just her skimpy little bra, she started on her skirt and soon it was on the deck. She ran towards the pool wearing just her top and her panties and she dove into the deep end head first. She swam under water for awhile and when she emerged, she was right beside of where we were. As she came up, she smiled at us and said cheerfully, “G’day, I’m Carrie from Australia, what’re your names.” I laughed a said, “Well, glad to meet you Carrie from Australia, I’m John and this is Kristy. Do you usually go swimming in just your underwear?” Kristy giggled as she elbowed me under the water and then said, “You’ll have to excuse my Gramps here, he is kind of old fashion you know, I’m Kristy and I think it is just fine for you to wear just your underwear if that’s all you have.” As she climbed out of the pool and walked to the tub, she didn’t realize that you could see right through her underwear and you could tell she wasn’t as young as I previously thought. The bra was made from a rather thin material and one of the straps had fallen off of her shoulder and was glued to her arm. I could see the little protrusions that represented her nipples sitting atop a swelling of her breasts as they giggled a little as she walked over to us, obliviously smiling her greeting. I couldn’t help but notice the crotch area of her white panties that revealed her pubescent development by exposing her patch of lightly colored hair growing down there. I wasn’t the only one with eyes as Kristy became a little uncomfortable. I noticed a slight hint of pink come over her and she smiled a nervous smile. As she entered the tub, she came right up to me and extended her hand and said, “I’m happy to make your acquaintance, Sir,” and went over to Kristy and gave her a hug. As she got up from bending over Kristy, I knew instantly that my granddaughter was embarrassed over her showing of affection by the color of her face. It was bright red and I wondered why. We chatted with Carrie for the rest of the afternoon, finding out that she was here with her parents on an extended holiday and they were travelling around our country seeing just how beautiful the States really were. Carrie was an only child of parents who managed a social club in Brisbane and that they were coming west to visit the National Parks, starting with Glacier National, then Yellowstone, Tetons and points south from there. I told her that I would like to talk with her parents and extend my assistance in any way I could. Finally, Carrie’s mother showed up with a towel and the suggestion that she had better get out and go get ready to eat their dinner. She asked if Carrie had bothered us and apologized for her intrusion. I said in my best Australian accent, “No worries,” and we both smiled in agreement. She commented that they were going to be here for a few days and wondered if Kristy would like to keep Carrie company while they were here. I told her that that was nice for her to ask and that I would talk to Kristy about it. That night over dinner, I brought up what Carrie’s mother had suggested and asked Kristy what she thought of the idea. That strange look came over her face and she started to blush again. “I don’t know,” she said. “What do you think?” “I have no problem with you spending some time with her, she seems like a nice enough girl. She’s kind of forward but I think that it fits her personality, don’t you?” I stated. “Yeah, I was just wondering if it would interfere with any plans we would make,” she said hesitantly. “It doesn’t have to be a total commitment, Kristy. Carrie’s mom just asked if you would like to spend some time with her. If you do then that’s fine, if you don’t then think of an excuse to tell her no. It’s no big deal,” I explained, wondering again what was going on with her hesitation. There was that blushing again in her face, what was she feeling? That next day, Kristy walked over to Carrie’s campsite and told them all that we were going to the pool again today and that Carrie was welcome to join us. She also invited her parents to come but they declined, stating that there was a museum that they wanted to visit today but agreed that it would probably bore Carrie out of her mind so they readily agreed to Carrie spending the day with us. Carrie was as happy as can be as she grabbed her new swim suit that her mother had bought her the day before and ran to keep up with Kristy’s face pace. I trailed along behind, wondering how my relationship with my granddaughter had forced her to grow up faster that her years should have allowed. I began to have some regrets. I took off my top and was starting to settle down in my chaise when the girls made their appearance out of the changing room. Kristy was wearing her older swim suit that was a little bit more modest and as Carrie ran out, the suit she was wearing almost fell off of her. Her mother had bought a swim suit at least a size too big for her and Carrie was swimming in it. I felt sorry for the girl constantly pulling on her bottoms, keeping them up and adjusting the top to cover what it was suppose to cover. Carrie didn’t seem to mind in the least as she ran to the edge of the pool and dove right in. As she came up, the bottom of her swim suit didn’t keep pace with her and was drug down around her knees. Pulling them up, she laughed and plunged herself down under the water again and swam and played to her heart’s desire. I couldn’t help myself, my eyes were fixed on her plight and I became almost amused, but I did notice that I was secretly rooting for her swim suit to fall off again. When she got out of the pool, she started to run around to the other side but she stubbed her toe and scraped the skin off of it. She sat down right there on the side of the pool with her legs crossed to look at the damage she had done to her toe. She strained to look at it and brought her knee up and out so she could get a better look and, inadvertently, opened up her swim suit at the leg and exposed her crotch to the world. I couldn’t help but look, but when I noticed Kristy’s eyes glued to her bare pussy, I couldn’t believe it. Kristy glanced over and saw me looking at her and she turned a bright color of red and immediately ran to the pool and dove in. What is my Kristy doing checking out this Australian girl? I got up and sauntered over to where the girl was seated on the deck, not to get a better look but to see if she was going to be alright. I looked at her scrap and it was bleeding just a little, but by putting a little pressure on the wound for a while, the bleeding stopped and she was back at the pool, jumping and splashing around with Kristy. Those two were like peas in a pod. We all swam and played, the girls more than I, the entire afternoon; stopping on occasion to rest on the lounges that we had gathered in a tight little circle. On one of those occasions, I was resting my eyes, not quite asleep but almost dozing off, when I picked up Carrie’s voice asking Kristy a question that brought me back into this world immediately. Still keeping my eyes closed, I heard her ask, “Kristy, when we were in the changing room putting on our swim suits, I couldn’t help but notice that you don’t have any hair covering your cunny. What happened to it? I mean, I’m almost as old as you are and I’ve got more than you do down there, so what happened to yours?” I would have loved to see Kristy’s face; it must have turned ten colors of red and she stammered out an answer. “I, ah, well, you see, I, ah, I had a skin rash that I had to shave all of the hair off and now it is all better and everything and I ah, now I’m letting it grow back out.” “Oh, I kind of like it bare, it looks cute all bare and stuff, although I didn’t see it when it had hair covering you like Mommy. I don’t know, I don’t think I like a real hairy cunny, do you?” she asked matter-of-factly. “I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it I guess,” Kristy stammered, totally taken back by Carrie’s boldness about pubic hair. “I think when I get back home, I’m going to shave mine bare so that I look like you,” she added. “I don’t think that it looks very nice down there with hair on it. What do you think?” she said and then paused for a second. Kristy voice cracked as she answered, “Ah, yeah, I see what you mean. It would look better if you didn’t have any hair down there. You’re lucky right now because you just have a little hair growing down there.” I didn’t dare let on that I was awake by opening my eyes and looking at the demonstration that was going on between the girls, but my God, I wanted to. It took everything in me to not slip a peek as the conversation wound down between the two. Finally as they changed topics, I decided to wake up and I stretched and opened my eyes, stating, “Well, I guess I took a little nap didn’t I?” I asked the girls. “No worries,” said Carrie and Kristy just looked at me wondering if I faked being asleep and heard the entire exchange. I never let on. Around 5 in the afternoon, the girls went into the changing room to shower and change. I would have given anything to by a fly on the wall in there, but I couldn’t so I waited or them to emerge back out. I waited for at least a half hour and when they did come out, Carrie seemed no different than the bubbly self she always was but Kristy was visually shaken. She looked different, she talked different and she even walked different, kind of fast as if she was terribly agitated or something. I couldn’t wait to get her home and try to figure out what’s going on with those two. We left Carrie at her site, her parents had just arrived from their day at the museum and were tired, hungry and ready to sit down and have a drink, so we said our good nights and walked back to the coach. When I got there, I started dinner and Kristy sat and watched, not saying anything as she was deep in her own thoughts. We ate what I prepared; cleaned up the coach and by the time we had finished, it was 8:30 and decided to take a walk again but tonight we decided to go on a trail through the woods. We started out and walked along in silence for a while and then Kristy broke the silence when she asked, “What do you think of Carrie?” “I think she’s a really nice, energetic girl, full of questions and enjoying the world as it is shown to her,” I said giving her question an honest answer. “And you, what do you think?” “I like her, she is fun and, as you said, full of energy and questions. She asked me about my shaved pussy today or did you hear that?” she asked. “Yeah, I did,” I confessed. “A rash?” “That’s all I could think of,” she said in defense. We started back to the campsite and by the time we arrived, it was getting dark. When we entered the coach Kristy stopped and gave a big hug and a kiss, a passionate kiss and asked, “Gramps, would you make love to me tonight? Take me into bed and make mad passionate love to me all night long.” She was looking up into my eyes with the most wanting look I’ve seen in them before. She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. We got naked and she jumped into my arms as I fell backwards on the bed with her on top of me. She was kissing my mouth fiercely as she straddled my mid-section, grinding her bare pussy into my crotch. It was as if she suddenly couldn’t get enough of me to satisfy herself. She was kissing me with a wide open mouth, searching out with her tongue deep within my oral cavity. She sat up on me with this wanting look in her eyes and she was already breathing heavily through her open mouth. She looked down at me from upon her perch and ground her crotch into my own and then she jumped off of me and landed between my legs with her head buried upon my cock. She took it in her mouth and tried to shallow it in one gulp as if she hadn’t felt it back on her throat in a long time and the sensation was unbelievable. So much so that I sat up, grabbing her by the mid-section, twirled her around so that I was face to crotch with her and brought her down on top of my mouth as it tried to devour her pussy in one bite. This caused her to spread her legs wide apart and invite my ravishing of her treasures. As I found her hooded node with my lips and started sucking the life out of it, she cried out with as my cock tried to enter her throat and she pressed her hips hard into the oral assault. She was starving for an orgasm and was building up to a big huge one. She kept ramming my hard cock down her throat, occasionally gagging but never pulling it completely out, as she ground her pussy into my mouth. I was about to send her over the top when I remembered where she liked to be touched. I found her rectum with my finger and as I inserted it up to the first knuckle, she mumbled a cry out of her full throat and drove her hips into my face as a gush of fluids escaped out her opening onto my chin and neck. I released her clit with my lips and moved down to her hole and lapped up as much of her juices as I could. Tasting that wonderful taste of hers, I shot my load deep within her mouth and down her throat. Her orgasm didn’t slow her down in the least bit. After licking my cock clean, she twirled back around, grabbed me by the shoulders, rolled over onto her back and pulled me down on top her herself; trying to get my now flaccid cock into her waiting vagina. I needed more time to recuperate before I could get it hard again so I adjusted my position upon my knees and continued to go down on her with my mouth. She wanted more, she was demanding more and she wouldn’t settle for anything less; she was going mad with desire. I didn’t know how to satisfy her cravings at this point; I couldn’t perform with my limp cock and she couldn’t stand the oral stimulation I was trying. I suddenly raised her knees to her head, exposing her anus to my face and instinctively went down on her rose bud. I put my mouth around it, stuck out my tongue and plunged it in as far as it would go. This brought groans and cries from her as she spread her legs wide in acceptance to my tongue. I was licking and probing her hole with my tongue as I manually tired to stimulate her clitoris. She was wild with desire and I hoped that I could manually satisfy her. I inserted my thumb up her vagina as I put my middle finger up her butt and started sawing her two holes together. She was starting to find her rhythm as she continued to move with my hand and then I felt my erection return. As I removed my digital assault on her openings, she groaned in a disapproving gesture but as soon as I placed my hard cock at her vaginal opening and started my penetration, she squealed her approval, spreading her legs wide and pulling hard on my butt. She humped me and my cock for all she was worth as we both built up to another orgasm. Over and over I rammed it in to her waiting, wanting hole, slamming into her cervix. She was screaming now with anticipation, “OH, OH, OH,” in rhythm with each penetration and then she lifted her entire body off of the bed except her shoulders and her heels and exploded into the wildest ride imaginable. She was bucking with her chest, tummy and her hips, trying to throw me off but was also trying to suck me into her. Her arms were tight around my back and my butt as she drove her hips into each thrust. Finally she started coming down from her orgasmic experience as she continued to twitch and jerk with every movement on my part and then she collapsed under me and lay motionless; exhausted and spent. We slept the entire night, I didn’t even wake up to go pee like I normally do, and when I awoke lying next to my “Sleeping Beauty”, I just wanted to cuddle and be close to her, just like that, for the rest of my life. I felt so content I almost wanted to cry out for the whole world to hear but restrained myself to a whisper as I said, “Kristy, I love you.” She didn’t hear me because she was still sound a sleep but I knew that she knew and that’s all that mattered. I got up to fix us breakfast and I thought that we might get in the Jeep and head up north to the head of the Mississippi River. The true beginning was discovered some 90 years ago to be a lake with no inlets that was just south of the Canadian border. I was up there once before and I thought that as long as we were here, I’d show Kristy the sights. As I was just getting everything out of the refrigerator to start breakfast, I heard a knock at the door of the coach so I went to see who was here; thinking it was probably Carrie which it was. Inviting her in I said, “Kristy’s not up yet,” and I inquired if there was anything that I could do for her. “My Momma wants to know if you can watch me again today, something about them going to a mall somewhere,” Carrie said. “Where is she?” I asked smiling at Carrie. “She’s in the Caravan,” she replied. “Why don’t you go in and wake up Kristy and I’ll go over and talk with your Mom,” I said inviting her in. She looked around my coach and said with her mouth wide open, “Jeez John, I’ve never seen the inside of your coach before, it’s a beauty,” she said as she whistled softly. “Thanks,” I said chuckling, “Kristy’s in the bedroom there,” pointing the way, “I’ll go on over and see your Mom,” as I went down the steps. About half way there, I suddenly realized that Carrie would know where Kristy slept at night, with her Gramps, and that would lead to all kinds of questions. It was too late now so I would handle it when I got back. Oh God, did I ever screw up this time. Carrie’s Mom told me that the two of them were going to go the Mall of the Americas and since Carrie was having so much fun playing with Kristy, they told her that if it was alright with us, she could stay here for the day and, if we didn’t mind, into the evening hours considering the distance they had to travel. I told her that it was fine, that I was going to take Kristy up the head of the Mississippi and that Carrie was welcome to spend the night with us and they could take their time getting back to the campgrounds. Everything was great as I left and I wondered how it was on the home front. I was about to find out and as I approached the coach, I heard a conversation going on through an open window to the bedroom. “You mean you sleep naked with your Grandfather?” asked Carrie in a disbelieving voice. Kristy must have acknowledged that question in an affirmative because the next question was even more unbelievable. “What does your Grandfather have on?” Whatever she said was met with shock because she said, “Oh my gosh, he’s in the nutty?” She thought for a moment then asked, “Do you mean that you have the Naughty with him? I mean, he puts his donger into ya?” Kristy must have been getting dressed because the conversation became distant as they went out into the living part of the coach. I decided that I had better get in there and see how much damage I could repair. As I walked up the steps, Carrie came right out with it, “Kristy tells me that the two of you are doing it. Well, I say “Good onya,” mates, and more power to yas,” Carrie said with a big grin on her face. “I thought as much, you two sittin’ next to each other, grinnin’ like a shot fox. I knew as much. My lips are sown.” As an afterthought she said, “Maybe some time you will let me watch yous.” No, I thought, not a chance on that one. Knowing about it and seeing it are two completely different animals. No way am I going there with this one. I made her promise not to tell anyone about what she found out about the two of us today and she swore on a stack of bibles. I felt somewhat better but I was looking forward to seeing the rear license plate head out down the road. After breakfast, we all left for the head of the Mississippi in the Jeep with me in the front and the two girls sitting in the back. It took us about two hours to drive up there and as we walked down a trail to the lake, I was caught by the long thin legs of both of the beauties going before me and my mind began to wonder about Carrie’s request. What are you thing about John, there’s no way I’m going to do it with Kristy in front of Carrie. Kristy suddenly grabbed Carrie’s hand as we neared the lake and took off at a fast run. Carrie’s skirt began waving in the breeze and it soon flew up to expose her panties she wore under her short little skirt. My heart skipped a beat as I watched from behind the two cute girls that I had in my custody; the cute little sexy girls. I let them walk out into the lake as far as they dared. Kristy was wearing some short shorts that covered her butt and that was about all, while Carrie, of course was wearing her skirt. As they ventured out further, Carrie raised her skirt so she wouldn’t get it wet while Kristy stopped when it almost reached her shorts. They stood out there for the longest time with Carrie holding up her skirt with one had and holding Kristy’s hand with the other. I was starting to see an attraction build up in Kristy for her new Australian friend and I wondered just how far she would take it. There was a walking trail in the actual stream that was the head of the mighty Mississippi and they let you walk along in the ankle deep water until it got to be about knee deep and then there was an exit from the stream. I let the girls walk the head waters and they got out at the designated jumping out place and then we all walked back to the Jeep. It was getting to be late afternoon by the time we neared the campground so I pulled over at a favorite restaurant and we all went in to eat. The girls sat on the opposite side in a booth and they sat very close together. They were joking around, whispering in each others ear and giggling at what was being said. Sometimes one of them would put there hands under the table and then the other would giggle and squirm. There was something going on but I wasn’t privy to. I would try to engage them in conversation and for the most part, they would answer my questions when asked, but I could tell that they really wished that I would be quiet, pay the check when it came and drive them home. I was really trying to figure it all out when a slight moan escaped the lips of Carrie as she closed her eyes for a second when Kristy’s hand was under the table. As I drove back to the campgrounds in the dark, the two of them were awfully quiet in the back seat and they were sitting right next to each other. I would try to see them when I checked my rear view mirror but I couldn’t see what they were doing. Once, when a car came up behind me, I could make out their silhouette in the mirror and it looked like Kristy was kissing Carrie’s neck she was sitting so close. Then I saw her hand placed between Carrie’s wide spread legs and Carrie’s head was bent back and resting on the head rest. They didn’t see me looking at them through the rear view mirror but after that first glimpse of them, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of their activities. I was driving a little erratically with my eyes glued to the mirror and I was having trouble keeping the Jeep in my lane. But I finally pulled it into the campgrounds and cleared my throat rather loudly as a signal for them to knock it off. They giggled and laughed as they exited the Jeep and skipped into the coach. I watched them from the rear and noticed a small wet stain showing through Carrie’s white skirt. I wondered what her panties looked like. They sat down on the couch and laughed as they looked up to see what I would do next. I looked at them for a moment and then suggested, “Why don’t you girls take the bedroom tonight; I’ll sleep out here on the couch?” They didn’t say “Thank you” or “That’s nice of you Gramps” or anything at all, they just got up giggling and headed for the bedroom. I wished they had invited me to go along with them so I could see what they were doing to each other but I figured that three was considered one too many. Instead, I said to them, “Why don’t you girls change in the bathroom and I can get my stuff out of the bedroom for tonight, I might just want to wear something,” and chuckled. They didn’t even get my little joke they were so anxious to be alone and went directly into the bathroom and closed the door. I went into the bedroom, got my stuff and walked over to the bathroom door and listened intently. I heard a muffled groan and then a soft whispering direction of “Take off your clothes and I’ll do the same. Then we can feel each other’s pussy.” My mind was racing, trying to think of a way that I could see what was going on. I had to see my granddaughter seduce this Australian girl, I had to. So I hurriedly went to the living room, put down my stuff and went back to the bedroom and opened the door just a little so I could see. I retreated to the bathroom door and listened in and heard them moaning and groaning and an occasional, “Oh that feels so good,” out of Carrie. Then I heard a bump as they started to come out of the bathroom so I made a dash for the living room but kept the bedroom door ajar just a little. They came out into the bedroom, both of them were anxious to get under the covers in the bed. They didn’t even notice that I had left the bedroom door part way open so I turned out the lights in the living room and crept up so that I could see them in their entirety just as they made their way to the bed. Kristy pushed Carrie down on her back and climbed on top of her right between her out stretched legs. It was Kristy who asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” “I would be in the shit if my oldies ever found out what I was doin’, but hell yeah I’m sure,” exclaimed Carrie. “You’ve made me piss my panties already so go ahead and do your thing.” She closed her eyes and moved her hips a little upward. Kristy looked down on her new friend as if thinking of what she wanted to do to this girl. Then she must have made up her mind because she scooted herself down in between Carrie’s legs and put her finger right on her lips. Carrie sighed and tensed up a little but then relaxed as Kristy finger started moving around on her pubic area. Kristy had learned her lessons well because she progressed in the same way I had advanced with her, many times before. She found Carrie’s clitoris and as she touched it, Carrie moaned out loud and jerked her hips away from the stimulation. As Kristy touched it again, Carrie moaned even louder but at least didn’t retract from her finger this time. Again Kristy assaulted the clitoral area and Carrie asked, “Oh Kristy, what are you doing to me? It feels so, ah, so…wonderful down there.” “I’m touching your clitoris. Doesn’t it feel great? My Gramps touches me down there just like that and I cream my panties all the time,” she exclaimed. “Now, what do think of this?” as she put her finger up Carrie’s hole. “Oh crackens,” Carrie cried. “What are you doing trying to plug my hole?” “It’s just my finger and doesn’t it feel good?” she asked. “Well yeah, but it hurts if you put it up there too far,” Carrie stated. “Well, how about this,” as Kristy lowered her mouth to Carrie’s little pussy and kissed her right on her lips. “Oh Lordie, what are you doing?” she shrieked. But instead of answering, Kristie moved her tongue in between Carrie’s lips and drug it up her canal and over her clit once again. Carrie threw her head back against the bed and inhaled a deep breath as she strained to feel the thrill of her first tongue action. Then as Kristy made her way back to Carrie’s opening, the little Australian put her hands on Kristy’s head and pulled her deeper into her virginal vagina with a cry from her lips. I looked on as Kristy’s ass was sticking up in the air and her face was buried into Carrie’s pussy and I thought that I would die with frustration. So I quietly entered the room, dropped my pants and scooted up to Kristy’s back side and felt for her pussy lips. Kristy felt my cock as it brushed up against her steaming cunt and she let out a small little moan and moved her hips back into my cock. I slid my hands down and opened her up and then, placing it at the opening, I slowly thrust forward and it slid into her wet vagina. As I bottomed out, Kristy moaned out loud causing Carrie to open her eyes and, seeing me standing behind Kristy’s ass, she exclaimed, “What are you doing to her Gramps, putting it in her bun hole?” “I’m doing it doggie style. I’m putting it in her vagina. What to see?” I asked. “Oh cracken yes, but this feels so good. Can’t you wait for awhile?” “I can wait but I don’t know for how long,” I said, humping my granddaughter behind. “Oh My Lordie, Kristy, it feels so different down there. What’s happening to me? Oh, Oh, OH, OH, MY LORDIE WHAT’S HAPPENING?” She cried out as she tensed up and experienced her first orgasm. “Oh my, oh my, it feel so, so…so wonderfulllllll,” and she started humping Kristy’s mouth. I kept up my assault on Kristy’s pussy from the rear and she loved the feeling of this new position. I reached down between her legs and felt for her clitoris and started to rub my thumb and finger over it. As Carrie was coming down from her explosion, I told her to come around and see where I was putting my cock into Kristy’s body before it was too late, so crawling out from Kristy’s mouth, she slid around and put her head right into Kristy’s butt cheeks and gasped in amazement. She watched as I slid it in and out of her Kristy’s opening, faster and harder as I continued to squeeze her clitoris between my fingers. She was breathing hard and moaning as she built up to her release and then she could take it no more as she pushed back into me with her hips and collapsed down onto her tummy but thrust her hips upward in a last ditched effort to stimulate an orgasm for me also. Somehow I held it back and as soon as Kristy realized it, she threw herself down on my slick cock and took it deep within her mouth. Carrie’s eyes were wide with amazement as she took it all the way down into her mouth and then opening her lips wide, she extended it down her throat and deep throated me completely. She didn’t gag in the least as she rubbed it on her voice box. It felt so wonderful, I started to well up and before I knew it, I unloaded with a jerk and a cry from my lips as I shot a rope of sperm right into Kristy’s stomach via her throat. This made her gag a little and as I withdrew it from her mouth, I shot another rope right into her face, and then another and another. Kristy’s eyes were closed but she made no attempt to block them or shy away from the splattering of sperm bouncing off of her nose and cheeks and oozing down her to her chin. The disbelieving look on Carrie’s face was perfect. This Australian sweet heart had just witnessed something that she could only imagine. She had seen a grandfather make love with his granddaughter, doggie style, bring her to an orgasm and then watched as his granddaughter took his engorged cock down her throat and seen his sperm shoot out onto her face. Oh, by the way, she had experienced her first orgasm as well by another girl eating her pussy. Now this was a holiday to remember. We slept together that night, all in the same bed and all of us naked as can be. The next day I used my mouth to bring Carrie to another orgasm as she straddled my face; looking on as Kristy rode my cock. They were facing each other, playing with each others boobies and kissing passionately all the way to their release. Needless to say, we didn’t get Carrie back to her family until around 11 that morning and I told her parents that we stayed up way too late last night and I let them sleep in. She said, “No worries,” and smiled her thank you. They pulled out the next day for another park out west, never to be heard from again. We also pulled out of the campground the following day and continued our summer travels to no place in particular. As I tried to help her answer some of her questions concerning her newfound discoveries, we had each other to love and cherish and a whole lot more of this beautiful country to explore.

Chapter 1 I guess this all starts with my aunt who is a professor of archeology at a university in California. She and my uncle, who is a geology prof, were going to Belize to work on some Mayan ruins that had been recently uncovered and that my family, my mom and Dad and me, would take in their two daughters, Lori, sixteen, and Sherry, fourteen. These two cousins are quite different from each other; Lori is quiet, very sweet and a real brain. She's always at the top of her class and on the Principal's List. Sherry, just the opposite, is very outgoing, bouncy, bubbly, fun, and a bit of a tease. They are both pretty though Sherry dresses more obviously. She gives you a reason to notice her. They knew we had a pool so, the first day, they told me that they wanted to swim and sun most of the day if that was all right with me. I told them that was what I did much of the summer and we could spent lots of time out by the pool, it was fine with me. I was the first one out by the pool, then Lori came out. She's almost as tall as I am and is wearing a one-piece suit which is nice and all but not one that gets me very interested in what's underneath it. Still, she's pretty and nice to have around. Then I hear Sherry. "Here I come world, look out," and she comes running out and dives right into the water. It was so fast that I really didn't get to see much of her. She swam around for a while then hoisted herself up out of the pool. Oh, wow. She is stunning. A bikini that almost isn't there. What a figure. Lori is two years older but Sherry's got the boobs. She's small and compact but her tits are round and full, very full. They would be big on a girl six inches taller than her. The bottom barely covers the slit in her pussy. It's incredible. What a hottie. "Oh, that water is perfect. I just love this," and she plops herself down next to me and stretches out. I look over and her breasts just point straight up, firm, lush, barely covered by two small triangles of cloth. Her nipples poke out the fabric. Oh, am I hard. We all lay there for a while, then Sherry, always the one to spark things up, said, "Let's get wet, c'mon," and she stood up and ran and jumped in. The cheeks of her ass were beautiful, separated by a narrow strip of cloth that basically hid nothing as she bounced along, then dove headlong into the water. I got up and ran toward the pool, also diving in and coming up right in front of Sherry, who splashed me as I broke the surface. I splashed her back and she disappeared under the water, then I felt my trunks being tugged downward. They didn't come off, I was able to swim away with them mostly on. Lori, in the meantime, had come over and gotten in the pool where she was wading around mostly watching us. Sherry and I played around in the water, splashing each other, grabbing underwater, she actually brushed her hand along the bulge in my trunks accidentally. Well, maybe accidentally. I really wanted to brush across those beauties barely contained in her bikini top but just didn't quite have the balls to do it. Yeah, I admit it. That night, Lori was sleeping in my sister's room, my sis is off at college doing classes in the summer to graduate early, and Sherry was in the guest room. Then, one of those violent thunderstorms that seem to come out of nowhere started and the winds and rain blew almost sideways along with a lot of thunder and lightning. I lay there listening to the wind, the slashing rain and the thunder hoping that one of the girls would get scared and come to my room but it didn't happen. So, after a bit, I went to the guest room and touched Sherry on the shoulder. "Oh, what is it? Are you okay, Alan?" "I just wondered if you were scared of the storm, all the thunder and lightning and wind." "No, I guess I was asleep. Pretty big storm, though, huh? Are you scared?" "Well, it makes me a little nervous, kind of." She lifted the cover up and said, "Well, get in with me and mama will make it all safe for you." As she pulled the covers back up, I realized she was naked. She was sleeping in the nude. "Sherry, you don't have any pajamas on," I said, stating the obvious. "Well, that's in case some man gets in bed with me and wants to fuck me." My heart stopped, my breathing stopped, my dick hardened. "You are going to fuck me aren't you?" as she put her arms around me and pulled me toward her. My hands reached down and roamed over her ass, oh, heaven. Then, I felt her hand reach down and inside my pajama bottoms and take hold of my dick. I didn't think mine was the first she'd ever held. "Yeah, uh, yeah, I'd love to." "Do you have a condom?" "Um, no, I guess I don't." "Well, Alan, don't ever get in bed with a girl unless you have a condom or you know for sure she's on the pill. You're lucky because I'm on the pill. So, we can fuck. My Mom caught me with a boyfriend one afternoon after school so I've been on the pill ever since. Ever since I was twelve." "Twelve? Wow, you started early," I said as I rubbed her wet pussy. "Just remember, you'll need a condom when you fuck Lori." "Lori, what do you mean, Lori?" "Well, Lori's a virgin and isn't on the pill. You are going to fuck Lori, aren't you?" "Maybe Lori might want to have something to say about whether or not I fuck her." "Oh, Alan, don't you know she has this huge crush on you? I don't think there's any question that she'd do it with you. But, you need some condoms. Get plenty, I think she'll be like me, after the first time, I just wanted it all the time. Speaking of sex, let's get on with it," and she pulled down my pajamas and pushed me over onto my back, got up over me, straddling me, and french-kissed me as she rubbed her pussy all over my cock and abdomen. It's a wonder that I didn't cum just from that. I was trying to get hold of her breasts which were so firm and warm and soft feeling. Then, she raised up, reached down between her legs, gripped my cock and sat down on it forcing it up inside her. "Mmm, that's good, now, let's do this," and she began rising up and down over me, my cock sliding in and out. "You like this, Alan, am I good?" "Oh, this feels wonderful. I never knew it could feel this good." "Um, is this the first time you've ever done this?" "Well, uh, yeah, more or less." "What do you mean, more or less?" as she rocked up and down. "Well, I mean, yeah, it's the first time I've ever done this." "Oh, wow, I'm you're first. I've never been a guy's first fuck before. How you like this?" as she pushed hard down on me, then wriggled her hips back and forth. "Oh, that's incredible. That's gonna make me cum." "Well, go right ahead, 'Mister First-time.' I want your first-time cum." Just about then, she got it, too. "UUHN, UUHN, uh, uh, oh, that feels so good, oh, it really…oh, Sherry, oh, wow, it's…" "Mmm, you still feel pretty hard inside me, let's get me off now," and she started going up and down faster, then pushing down really hard and wiggling her butt around. "Ooooh, yes, that feels really good. Mmm, oh, really good. I like your dick, Alan. Feels good." Then, she started moaning and her body stiffened and she began going on me faster and faster. "Oh, yes, oooh," and she bucked on me and was trembling and making sounds like she was in pain, that it was hurting her. "Are you okay, Sherry, does it hurt?" "Oh, no, it feels wonderful, so good." I guess I was getting my first example of how, sometimes, girls and women, act and sound like they are in great pain when they are overcome by the ecstasy of a wonderful orgasm. But, tonight, my first time, it did scare me until she told me how marvelous she felt. She collapsed over me, kissing me, still moving up and down, "Mmm, Alan, that was nice. Really nice. Was it good? Think you'd ever want to do this again?" "Oh, it was wonderful. Perfect, and, yes, oh, yes, I'd love to do it again. Maybe right now." "Well, I didn't mean it exactly that way, but, what the hell, the storm is still going on, we might as well be doing something, right," and she rolled off me and added, "You do me now," and I got up between her legs and tried to put my dick back in her. "Oh, I think you might need a little help," and she got up on her knees and began to suck me. My dick did just what any sixteen-year old dick would do, just like a rock. "Okay, you're good and hard now. Sherry's magic mouth did the trick," and she rolled on her back, spread her legs and I got up and pushed into her. Oh, it was wonderful. I just couldn't believe that girls walk around all the time with their wonderful pussies between their legs, so warm, so inviting, so slippery on my cock. And there I was, my second fuck of my life. As we were laying in each other's arms, Sherry said, "Get some condoms tomorrow, Alan, I'll set things up for you, okay? See how much I love my sister? But it was nice breaking you in, maybe we'll have another chance to fuck again though Lori might just keep you fucked-out." We slept together that night, each of us waking throughout the hours before dawn, groping, feeling, kissing. Then, as the sun came up, I woke her to tell her I was going back to my bed so we wouldn't get caught. "Just remember, get condoms, and take it slow. Me, I love to fuck at the drop of a hat. Take your time with my sister. Kiss her lots, suck her boobs, lick her pussy, oh, lick her a lot. Until she cums. Then fuck her. She'll love you forever. That's for sure. Girls love being licked. Do it lots. Have fun, fuck her good, Alan," and I went back to my empty bed. You already know what my number one priority was the next day. Right. A whole box and I was hoping I would need to go buy more. Now, I didn't know what Sherry had in mind but when I did see Lori, nothing seemed different, out of the ordinary. So, I decided to just wait it out. Sherry said she'd set things up. The day went by, supper was over, TV was watched, oh, well, Lori and Sherry went off to bed, what the hell, I thought, and off I went. I was half asleep when I felt a touch on my shoulder. Chapter 2 "I'm afraid that we might have another storm like we had last night, Alan. Can I sleep with you?" I held open the covers and she slipped in next to me. I rolled toward her and put my arm over her, she was naked! Lori, shy, quiet Lori, naked. "You'll protect me, Alan?" she giggled. "Sherry told you I need protection, right?" "Don't worry, Lori, you're safe in my hands." I reached down and pulled off my pajama bottoms and she almost instantly had her hand on my cock. I hugged her to me, putting my leg up over her and kissed her over and over. "This is so nice, Alan, I've dreamed about this and now it's really happening. It feels so sexy to be with you like this, all naked and everything. Your thing is really hard." "It's near something it wants, Lori, simple as that." "You want me, really?" "Oh, yes, storm or no storm," and I started pushing my hand between her legs. She raised her top leg and I started rubbing her. Like her sister, Lori's pubes were shaved, nice and smooth. "Mmm, that feels nice, Alan, I shaved just for you. Well, really Sherry shaved me this afternoon. She thought it would be nice and I know she shaves." I pressed my finger up into her and began moving it back and forth. She was rubbing the tip of my cock as she said, "Mmm, that's nice, what you're doing, you know, down there. Feels good. You like me doing this?" as she started to go up and down on my dick. "Feels nice, Lori. I don't think we're gonna get much sleep tonight." "Oh, I hope not. This is much nicer than sleeping." She moved up some so her breasts were up near my face and I took that as an invitation to begin kissing and sucking them. "Oh, that's so good. Oh, Sherry told me it would feel really good, oh, it feels just wonderful. I love you doing it." Well, I was loving doing it. I'm sure every teenaged boy loves sucking nipples. This one sure did. "I want to suck you, Alan. Sherry said it was something every boy wants. And I want to make you happy, okay?" "Oh, sure, um, I can do you at the same time. Sixty-nine, okay?" "Yeah, one over the other, I've seen it done on the internet. You know, porn." "Well, now you get to do it real." "I'd like to get on top of you, Alan, okay?" and she swings around and the next thing I know my dick is all warm and wet and feeling more wonderful than ever. Um, well, truthfully, since early this morning when I pulled it out of Lori's sister. Anyway, she started sucking just the tip, oh, did that feel good, then, with her pussy right up over me, I reached up to her hips and guided them down to where her wetness met my mouth's wetness. I reached up and rubbed my finger along her slit spreading her juices and got a soft moan from down below. Then I gently spread her labia and tongued up into her, in and out, all around. Lots more moans. The feelings in my cock were heavenly especially when she plunged her mouth down taking me all the way in, then sucking up and down. Her hips lowered slightly pressing down to get my tongue up farther inside her. Oh, I wasn't going to last long at this rate. Then, I heard Lori moan loudly and grunt as she pushed her pussy down on me and scooted all around my face. I was sopping from her juices. Then, just then, I started spurting her full of my cum. She moved her lips up to the tip of my cock and sucked and sucked and sucked. She got every last drop. She dropped down on me, her pussy still on my face, then she turned around and we kissed with our faces and mouths filled with each others love juices. "Oh, I love you, Alan, it was so wonderful what you just did to me. I've never felt this happy before. Oh, it was wonderful. You make me feel so good." "Oh, you did me really great, Lori, just incredible." We lay there in each others arms, kissing, feeling each other, just enjoying our passion for each other. "I want you to make love to me, Alan. Sherry said you wanted to and I want you so bad." I reached over to my bedside table and brought out a condom, tore open the wrapping, and held it up. "There it is, Lori, sure you want to do this?" "Oh, Alan, I want to so bad, I really want to, yes, yes," so I rolled it on and got up between her legs and rubbed along her slit which was very wet with her juices. She spread her legs open as wide as she could and I pressed my cock up to her slit and pushed. "Try it again," she whispered, so I pushed again, this time a little harder. "Oh, I think it went in, can you see?" "Not yet, I don't think so." "Do some more." So, I pressed in harder. "OW, oh, that hurt!" "I'll stop if you want, Lori. We don't have to do this, it's okay if we don't." "No, I want to. It's okay, just push again." So I did and I could also tell that she was pushing down as well, and, yes, I went in almost all the way. "Ooooh, whew, that did hurt some, but just be still for a minute. It's feeling better, just let me rest for a minute." I kissed her a few times and she asked me to start again. So, I pulled back and pressed in once or twice. "Is that okay?" "Yes, it's fine, just go ahead." I began fucking her slowly, gently, not wanting to hurt her or even cause her any discomfort. It sure felt good to me. In fact the feelings were somewhat different from what it felt like with her younger sister. Sherry's pussy, I just glided in and out of, she was so wet and slippery, it really felt good. But Lori was tight, like she held a grip around me, closed in. I still slid in and out, it was just harder to do. But, boy, did it feel good. "How is it, Lori, everything okay?" "Oh, Alan, it's wonderful. Oh, I'm so glad we're doing this. I love you, Alan, I really do love you. And I want to be with you like this, I want you inside me like this, it's so wonderful. It feels wonderful. Do you like it?" "I can't believe how good this is, Lori, you are so pretty. Yes, I love it." "I know you did this with my sister. She's such a sexpot, now I know why, this is so good. You feel so good inside me. I can't believe it, she's told me so many times how good sex is, she's been doing it forever. Even once in the den at home, on the floor with some guy, naked, I came home from school, had to walk right through the den, she said, 'hi,' as the guy did her. Unbelievable." "Yeah, she's something. But, Lori, so are you." "Ohh, it's feeling so good, I don't know but I think I'm having my orgasm, it just feels so…OOOH, OOOH, uuh, uuh, uuh, oh, Alan, oh, please don't stop, It feels so good." And I didn't really last any longer, "UUNH, UUNH, ooh, oh, oh, man, oh, wow, that is awesome. Fantastic. Oh, Lori, I hope we can do this more. Lots more." We held each other and kissed for a long time. The feelings were wonderful, all our naked skin together, just feeling so sensual and erotic. I just wanted this forever. My cock had softened some and when I pulled out of her, I didn't realize the condom stayed inside her. I reached down to pull it off my dick and it wasn't there. "Oh, no, where's the rubber, I know I used it." "It's still in me, silly, look," and Lori pulled it out and held it up. Thankfully containing all of my semen. I took it and flushed it away. We fell into a sex-sated sleep, arms and legs entwined. The next morning, in the kitchen, my mother pulled me aside. "Alan, I need to talk with you about something very important. When your aunt and uncle dropped their girls off, my sister told me that their youngest, Sherry, is very sexually advanced. They know she's having sex with boys and so she's on the pill." I just sat there stunned that I was hearing this from my Mother. "She also said that Lori, she is sure is a virgin. And, that she is not on the pill. So, if anything might happen with Lori, that she certainly needs to have protection, a condom. And I think Lori might have spent the night in your room last night, Alan, I need to know if anything happened." Gulp. "Um, yeah, she did kind of stay in my room, um, and, we, um, we did, uh, I did use a condom." "Good, Alan, good. You're sure it didn't break or anything?" I can't believe that she's discussing this so calmly, she's not mad or anything. "No, it was fine, it worked fine." "Well, you must use one every time without fail. The last thing either mother wants is Lori getting pregnant. You understand that." "Yes, Mom, I do, absolutely. I would never do that to Lori. I promise." "Good. Now, I realize that since your father and I both work, that the three of you are here all day and there's really nothing we could do to stop you from reacting to all your teen hormones. So, I'm leaving it up to you, Alan, to make sure no one gets pregnant. Your Father and I also will not be checking on what sleeping arrangements the three of you have. Just promise me, no one gets pregnant." "Yes, Mom, I promise." "Here is a box of condoms, I suppose a mother shouldn't say this, but, have fun, they are two very pretty girls." She turned and left me sitting there in a total daze. "Have fun. They are two very pretty girls," Mom had said. And then she left for her office for the day. You know what I did then, yes, I went right to my two cousins and filled them in on the new house rules. The first to speak up, of course, was Sherry, "God, we can fuck all day and all sleep together, too." "Does she mean even that, Alan?" asked Lori. "Looks that way. The only rule seems to be 'no pregnancies.'" "That's easy for me," this from Sherry, of course. "Yeah, and Mom gave me this, so it looks like Lori's covered, too," as I held up the box of condoms. "She's okay with us, you know, having sex? Really?" "We can sleep together, do just whatever we want during the day, just whatever." "What are you doing, Sherry?" asked Lori as Sherry was pulling her tee up over her head, then reaching back to loosen her bra, then she tossed both on the chair next to where we were standing. "I'm gettin' naked. That's what I want to do during the day. Clothing optional. Any joiners?" I was in, for sure, as I pulled off my tee, then tugged down my shorts and briefs and stood there with my cock pointing at Sherry. "I hope that's for me," she asked nodding to my midsection. "Well, I'm not getting left behind," said Lori as she took her clothes off as well. "Think your parents are liberal enough to let us use their nice king-sized bed?" "Yeah, let's get a top sheet out of the dirty clothes hamper just to put on over their sheets. Just in case," I suggested, not wanting to risk ruining such a wonderful new freedom. We all went to my parent's room and got the bed ready, then we got up on it and Sherry said, "Okay, Alan, Loirican get up and fuck you, I know she really wants it, and I'll sit on your face and you can get me off at the same time. Sounds fun?" Lori and I looked at each other, I got down on the bed, I had a condom in my hand which Sherry took, tore open, bent over and sucked me for a minute, then rolled it onto my granite-hard pecker. "There it is, big sister, I got him all ready for you," and Lori got up over me while Sherry held my dick and Lori wiggled and jiggled her way down onto my cock. "It's in, kids, have fun," said Sherry and she got up over me, took hold of the headboard and lowered her wet pussy down to my waiting lips. Lori was already rocking away as I rubbed her breasts with one hand and across her clit with the other. I have gone from no sex to getting it from two girls at the same time in just hours. They're gonna be here most of the summer. I may have a dick worn down to a nub by the time they go back home, but, it'll be a very happy nub. The girl's parents, it turned out, had made some important discoveries and were planning to go back next summer and do some more digging. Sherry, Lori and I had also made some important discoveries and were also excited about continuing our explorations as well. I can't wait.

Here's the second one. It contains some sexual things in it, but is still well developed. *Warning!* This contains incest and people below legal age. Please do not report it as containing young people in it. I consider this as more of a love story than erotic fiction, and I have trouble telling you how much I enjoy reading it, especially the earlier parts. For me, it kind of makes other erotic fiction pointless. Also, I OWN NOTHING. All rights belong to Michael K. Smith. I am simply uploading his story for him, though since he hasn't uploaded his email since 2004, I don't have his written permission, save the fact that his website gives permission. This is not hardcore stuff, and the sex is not instant or in great amount, be warned of that as well. Now, without further ado, I, the messenger, send you forward. Enjoy! Opening Moves by Michael K. Smith [From Chapter 4; set in 1970; he's 15, she's 14. NOTE: If you're curious, this chapter was actually the first one I wrote in this project. . . .] Alex made the freshman swimming team when she was fourteen. So had I, the previous year, and now I was on the 10th Grade boy's team; I was proud of my little sister and pleased that we would both be on the "jock bus" to out-of-town interscholastic meets. I had discovered already that I simply wasn't designed physically or mentally to be a participant in what nonswimmers regarded as "real" sports, like football or basketball. You had to force yourself to become a cog in a machine and that wasn't for me. Swimming and track, though, where you did most of your practicing alone, were a different kind of athletics. Competing against other individuals, head-to-head, or against your own previous best effort, was much more enjoyable. At least, it suited me and it seemed to suit Alex, and we both became steady performers in both sports. To our coaches, people like us were the "backbones of the team": not many First Place ribbons, but always well up in the standings. Neither Alex nor I would ever qualify for a college athletic scholarship -- I think we simply lacked the bloodlust that level of competitiveness demands -- but neither would we embarrass ourselves or our teams. Rather than the bulging calves and linebacker's shoulders that many young swimmers develop, my sister acquired instead long, sleek leg muscles and flat, rippling surfaces across her upper back. I found the result very appealing . . . but I was hardly an unbiased observer. Many of the other girls, when they made the team, cut their hair very short as a sort of ritual of achievement, but Alex refused to give up her coppery mane. Her body was developing in all the best places, too. Her hips widened enough to hold up her jeans and her waist narrowed; the baby fat disappeared quickly. Daily training at the pool kept her stomach flat and taut, and her bottom quivered nicely rather than bouncing. Some girls at school possessed breasts that practically exploded into 'boobs' -- double-A to C- or D-cup in a semester or less. They became very popular dates with the more mammary-minded boys. I had several opportunities myself to squeeze, suck, and wallow between pairs of hyperdeveloped tits, and it was definitely a stimulating experience -- but I suspected even then that such accessories would require mechanical support before many more years passed. I also learned the truth of the old wisecrack: "Any more than you can get in your mouth at one time is wasted." Like all the rest of her, I regarded my sister's breasts to be near-perfect -- the standard beside which all others should be judged. She had barely enough silhouette to be considered sexy by the unimaginative, but even though her bust line was relatively small, it remained firm as the result of regular exercise. Her breasts rode high and proud on her torso and they never, ever sagged. Whether she lay on her back or stood up straight with her shoulders braced, her tits hardly changed their shallow conical shape. And each was crowned by a frequently erect nipple, as prominent as a watchtower on a hilltop. By today's social standards, my opinion of what constitutes physical attractiveness in a woman may be considered sexist, but I claim a neo-Platonic view of the aesthetic ideal -- and Alex at fourteen fit that ideal as perfectly as I could wish. Our physical relationship also began to change shortly after we turned fifteen and fourteen. About the same time I was learning the techniques of successful masturbation, I became aware that Alex had embarked on her own journey of discovery. This came as a surprise, though I realized immediately that it shouldn't have. It simply hadn't occurred to me that a girl was perfectly capable of enjoying sex all by herself. I'm amazed I was so blind. On several occasions I found my sister sitting barefoot on the old kitchen chair in her room, one foot tucked comfortably beneath her, the other swinging slowly to and fro. The nail polish or emery board in her hand was forgotten and her slightly glazed eyes had a faraway look. If I interrupted her, she blinked and that was that, but on one occasion I stopped in the hall and watched in fascination. The foot-rocking continued for several minutes and her gaze became more and more unfocused until finally the foot stopped and she let out a deep sigh. Then she blinked several times and licked her lips, and seemed to return from wherever she had been. She looked up and saw me in the hall, and ducked her head. Her ears turned pink but I somehow knew not to ask, and she volunteered nothing. Bladder pressure forced me out of bed early one Sunday morning, and as I headed sleepily back from the bathroom I paused in the hallway at the sound of my sister's bed creaking rhythmically. My own bed made the same sound when I jerked off, so it certainly caught my attention. I edged down the hall, keeping to the shadows of the far wall, until I could see Alex's bed through the half-open door. And I stood silently and watched her bring herself off, mesmerized by the sight, pounded by guilt for peeking, and totally unable to move. Her sleeping shirt was up around her midriff and her white cotton panties were pushed down just far enough to allow a downy red curl to escape. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her breathing was becoming louder. One arm was thrust behind her pillow. Her other hand was out of sight under the cotton and her fingers were moving in a complicated pattern. Her long legs were stretched out, ankles crossed, and her calf and thigh muscles flexed and fluttered. I imagined her finger moving up and down her pussy, and I began to sweat. Then her lovely legs bent at the knee and her feet rose slowly until her curled toes were pointed at the ceiling. I could see the outline of her finger moving jerkily beneath the now-exposed crotch of her panties. I found the vision of her heated body being stoked even further incredibly arousing. After a few minutes, she lowered her legs again and this time spread her bent knees. The cotton crotch was a vertical white band separating her smooth thighs. Her hand continued to move, but now she pushed the cloth aside and attacked her pussy with a cupped hand. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly as she sucked air in and hissed it out. Her lips curled back slightly and her hand flashed ever faster, until she sighed deeply and seemed to sink into her mattress. Her legs relaxed and a satisfied smile crept over her face. She gradually extricated her hand and flexed her fingers as if to remove a cramp. She hesitated and then brought her fingers to her face and inhaled. The aroma was perceptible even out in the hall. My cock had been pushing hard against the front of my briefs for several minutes, and when Alex slipped her fingers into her mouth and silently sucked them dry, I nearly came myself. As she turned over on her side and pulled the covers back up, I moved slowly and carefully back to my own bed. I lay there for an hour, replaying the vision over and over. And when my sister finally wandered into my room and ruffled my hair to awaken me, I felt a nearly overwhelming desire to grab her hand and suck on her fingers myself. Dad was gone on one of his trips just before Christmas and the winter cold had exacerbated Mother's arthritis. She was holed up in the downstairs bedroom and Alex and I had the Upstairs all to ourselves, as usual. The heat wasn't working properly in Alex's room for some reason, and she came into my room with a quilt gathered around her. I was sitting up, half under the covers, reading. "Can I stay in here with you tonight?" She was shivering. I was comfortable, even a little too warm. My internal thermostat always was set a little higher than hers. "Why don't you wear your flannel thing?" She grimaced and shifted from one bare foot to the other. Under the quilt, I knew she was probably wearing only a T-shirt; even though she chilled easily at that age, she hated sleeping in anything that twisted around her like a mummy's wrappings. There we agreed: I usually slept in my briefs, not pajamas with a top. "Sure, why not?" I scooted over a bit and hauled back the comforter. She crossed the room in two quick, deer-like leaps, shedding the quilt on the way, and slid quickly under the covers. I was right: One of my old tee shirts clipped off at navel-length, and the standard cotton panties. She immediately drew up her knees in a cannonball and hiked the comforter up under her chin. "Thanks! I was getting frost between my toes!" I radiate a lot of body heat at night and she inched over a little at a time until she was snugged up against my left side, her nose tickling my ribs. She sighed contentedly. And a quarter of an hour passed. We had cozied up in bed together dozens of times in the past, sometimes when it was cold, or to swap giggling gossip from school, or sometimes just for company. We enjoyed being together more than being alone most of the time, even when we were each silently engrossed in our separate thoughts. But now, for the first time that I can remember, I forgot the book I was reading and my imagination suddenly snapped into focus on Alex. I was still holding the book but on the movie screen in my head all I saw was a still shot of her in mid-leap on her way to the bed, long legs outstretched, tee shirt flipped up by the movement, already nicely-shaped breasts in momentary free flight beneath the cotton. Jesus. My cock twitched as I studied the picture. I knew my sister had an attractive body -- not that I thought of it that way consciously, not yet. What experience of my own did I have to compare her body to? Almost absolutely none. And here my penis was getting the better of me. I had been masturbating for two years, usually to the throb of my imagination, sometimes with the help of a smuggled PLAYBOY. I had even been known, when desperate, to beat off to the lingerie section in the Sears catalog. Recently, I had been replaying in my mind the vision of her masturbating in the early morning . . . but somehow, I thought of her in that scene as "girl," not specifically as "Alex." Part of my brain, the intelligent part, tried to get my attention. What was I thinking about here? Was I going to try to put the make on my own sister? I loved her, I really did. And I knew without a doubt that she loved me, too. We had understood that, without actually saying it, since the street fight when she was eleven. If I became a sister-rapist, I thought wildly, I would have to commit suicide. While I was thinking these sudden new thoughts, my left hand detached itself from the book of its own accord and slipped under the covers, heading straight for Alex's left breast, the only one accessible. She had dozed off now, her breathing light and regular, almost hypnotic. My thumb began to brush her nipple through the thin cloth of her shirt. After a moment she shifted her arm slightly and sighed. I found I now had better access to my target. She was asleep but her nipple sure wasn't. It slowly rose an eighth of an inch to reach for my slowly moving thumb. I saw a tree branch move in the cold wind outside the window and glanced up. When I looked back a second later at what my thumb was doing, Alex's eyes were half-open and a sleepy smile moved around the edges of her lips. I froze. After an hour-long moment she moved a tiny bit, rubbing her breast against my thumb this time. "Don' stop . . . 't feels good," she murmured. Wow. She moved her breast again. She seemed to mean it, at least here and now, but did she really know what she was doing? Maybe she just thought she was dreaming. I remembered her embarrassment when I had walked in on her masturbating a couple months before. She had joked about it later. But did I really want to take a chance with this? Would she scream at me for taking advantage of her after she awoke and remembered? Was I analyzing too much and losing this opportunity? Objectively and rationally, I knew I ought to stop (and if she ever mentioned this evening I would lie, let her think she *had* dreamed it), but my more basic drives beat that thought down and killed it. All teenage boys have experiences with girls in which their gonads overrule their better judgment, and they end up embarrassed, or ashamed, or even in real trouble. I understood that even then, sitting there in bed trying desperately to make out with my sister. Subjectively? I had no choice but to continue, and I knew that, too. I brought my first and second fingers into play and began tracing slow, easy patterns around the base of the nipple, which was now hard and firm. I plucked gently at it, trying to make it grow even more, and Alex drew a deeper, more ragged breath. Her obvious arousal was also arousing me. I adjusted my pillow with my unoccupied hand and scooted down under the covers, face to face with Alex. She uncoiled and stretched out her legs, which were as long as mine. (Girls grow faster, they said. Boy, did they ever.) The bed was toasty warm by now from the body heat we were both beginning to produce. I looked into her lovely, heavy-lidded eyes and smiled what I hoped was a seductive smile. I felt one leg move again and her kneecap touched mine. My hand had begun to tremble a little so I moved it carefully down between our torsos and then slowly up under her shirt, gliding my fingertips up the rungs of her rib cage. Her breast was just the size of my hand and I began to caress it, taking care to be gentle and slow. I might be beyond control, but I wasn't going to just grab and squeeze, the way I had seen guys do with girls under the stands at school. I don't want to hurt her, I thought. I also don't want to scare her, because she might make me stop. And as I thought that, she brought her hands up flat on my chest and firmly pushed herself back from me. Hell, I thought, I messed it up. Or she's suddenly come awake and realized what's happening. But that wasn't it at all. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbow, her long hair falling across her face, and tugged one arm out of the sleeve of her tee shirt. Then it went over her head and she lay back, slipped out her other arm, and tossed it toward the foot of the bed. She looked over at me and smiled lazily again. She had to be fully awake she wanted to pretend she wasn't. That way, she didn't have to take responsibility for what was happening. I didn't understand all this at the time, of course. I was up on my elbow, gazing at her breasts and face and hair, and thinking in wonderment how really beautiful and desirable my sister was. Neither of us ever tanned much and there was an obvious flush spreading down her pale, freckled collarbone. These aren't "tits" or "boobs," I remember thinking; these are the genuine thing. Things. I hesitated another moment. It was like a jerk-off fantasy. She took my hand and carried it to her left breast. When she lay on her back, it had flattened out some but her nipple stood up like a tiny missile. Her breastbone moved slowly up and down. I covered her breast with my hand, which began moving in circular motions, apparently knowing what it wanted more clearly than the rest of me did. Except for my cock, which was searching for the opening in the front of my briefs. My propped-up arm was quivering with tension so I lay back down on my side and continued rhythmically kneading and massaging one breast. But there was another one that wanted attention, too, so I leaned over and put out the flat of my tongue and dragged it across her other nipple. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyelids flutter and her lips part. That removed the last bit of guilt I felt; we were sharing this experience now. I sucked at her nipple and tasted the texture of its resilience and Alex made a sucking sound in reply. Her left hand was jammed behind her pillow and her right hand had wrapped itself half around my neck and over the top of my head. Her fingers tugged lightly at my hair in syncopation to what my mouth was doing. I loved Alex so much at that moment, in so many different ways, I knew I had to kiss her immediately. That was what you did with someone you loved. Or someone you were making out with. My motives were confused but my feelings were real enough. I gripped her arms and shoulders and pulled her off the pillow so we could stare into each other's eyes. I had never seen passion or sexual hunger in a girl's eyes before -- I had never seen it anywhere -- but I recognized it instinctively. Her arms circled my neck and pulled me back down, and she made that little noise in her throat again. When our lips touched, there was an actual, physical shock, a spark. The emotional pressure almost made our teeth click together. I put out my tongue a little and hers attacked it. In ten seconds we were slobbering all over each other's faces, both of us moaning together. I wasn't sixteen yet but I was in love. That was all that mattered. My left arm was under her shoulders while I stabbed kisses up and down the front of her throat, but my other hand was feeling left out. I don't think I knew where it was as it traveled confidently down Alex's diaphragm and across her flat, trembling stomach. But the instant my fingers reached her navel, her hand shot southward like lightning and grabbed them. "No, Michael. No further than that -- please." I lifted my head and looked at her face, a little bewildered. No what? Then I realized my hand was pinned firmly by hers, my middle finger stroking her belly-button. Oh. "Okay," I said hoarsely. What else was I going to say? I moved my hand back up along her side, buried my face in her neck, and hugged her to me. Looking back, I marvel at my restraint, my self-control. The animal was loose, I knew that, and partly I didn't care -- but my better side managed to keep it on a choke chain. If my hand had reached its objective unobstructed, I'm not sure what I could have done about it, that night anyway. Just as well it didn't happen. I loved Alex, I knew she loved me, and I was happy. A little while later we drifted off, our arms wrapped around each other. We moved back to our own pillows during the night, still asleep, but I believe we slept facing each other the entire night, and when we awoke in the morning we were still holding hands. Alex smiled at me briefly but intensely and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips before her practical side took over. "We'll be late for school!" She scooted out of bed and bent quickly to pick up her tee shirt, which had fallen to the floor. Gravity did a marvelous thing to her small breasts as she bent. In profile, each formed a perfect shallow arc punctuated by a nipple. Another astounding image for my mental projection screen. Then she was out the door, headed for the bathroom, her bottom moving tightly beneath the cotton, always in control. I lay there another moment and replayed the marvel of the night just ended. This was the girl I wanted to spend all my time with and she was already right here with me . . . and now there were whole new dimensions to that thought. I grinned idiotically at the ceiling. One night a month or so later, I was lying in bed late, reading a book I had to finish for a report. As I turned a page, beginning to drift off to sleep, I heard a low, smothered moan from across the hall. My sister's door was half-open, as usual (as was mine), but her light was out. I heard the sound again and wondered vaguely what the matter was. Maybe Alex was ill. Even after my previous voyeuristic experience, the obvious conclusion escaped me completely (I could be incredibly thick at that age). Yawning and still thinking about the story I was reading, I got out of bed and went across to check on her; I knew she had been experiencing painful menstrual periods lately and I felt especially helpless about such things. Leaving my door open to spill a little light, I opened her door all the way and paused while my eyes adjusted. She seemed to be asleep, or at least her eyes were closed. She made an odd whimpering sound and moved her head from side to side. Her covers were wadded up around her waist and her hands were out of sight. I stepped over to the bed where she was tossing, and touched her shoulder. Still dense as I stone, I was. "Alex?" I asked quietly. "Are you all right?" Her eyes and her mouth both popped open, startled, and she pulled up the covers a few inches. Then she lay very still. "Uh, yeah, I'm okay. Why? What's the matter?" Even in the dim light, I could see how flushed her face was. "Well, I heard all these strange sounds . . ." It was beginning to dawn on me that this was a repeat of my recent experience. I knew I should be embarrassed, but instead I was very interested. Fascinated, in fact. I took a chance and sat on the edge of her bed. My sister began to squirm. "Alex, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were . . . I mean, I thought you. . . ." Now *I* was becoming embarrassed. There was a glow in her eyes that I was coming to recognize as sexual arousal. And my sister, once aroused, was not to be denied. She licked her lips several times and seemed to be making up her mind. Then she stared straight into my eyes. "I was . . . I was feeling myself up. Masturbating," she added slowly. "Does that . . . does that make you horny?" My God, did it ever! Just hearing her talk like that raised my temperature. My mouth went dry and my tongue swelled up. I could only nod slowly. Alex hesitated and licked her lips again. Then, still keeping strong eye contact, she began moving her hand beneath the covers again. This wasn't like the casual exposure she had offered me the first time I watched her change her tampon. It wasn't even like watching her from the hall without her knowledge. This was sex. Nonparticipatory, but still sex. I stared back with my jaw hanging loosely and watched her pupils dilate. Finally, I could take no more of the mounting tension. Very carefully, with both hands, I pulled Alex's covers down to her knees. She knew it was going to happen and she didn't flinch. Her panties were halfway down her slightly parted thighs and her T-shirt was pushed up to her ribs. The blazing center of her body lay before me, her pubic mound crowning it like a bonfire. I couldn't take my eyes off her crotch. Her middle finger was lodged in the crevice below her silky pubic hair, sliding deliberately up and down between the folds of inviting flesh. Her other hand was stroking the edge of her labia. On each upstroke her cunt opened just a bit and the dim light glistened on the hidden moistness. I glanced at her face, expecting her eyes to be closed; she was still staring at me, smokily, with a crooked smile. Then her gaze moved down my body to my groin, and I looked down, too. My engorged cock was visibly pulsing and it felt four feet long. I had no idea what to do, but Alex did. "I want to see it," she whispered hoarsely. This time, I didn't hesitate. I reached under the elastic and carefully lifted out my genitals, balls and all. I had to stretch the front of my briefs to get the elastic down out of the way. I cradled my penis in my open hand, so that it seemed to be staring back at her. Her hands paused in their movement and, just for a second, I thought she was going to reach out and touch it. Instead, she looked back into my eyes. "Do it," she said quietly. "Do it with me." I must have looked blank. "Lie down and jerk off with me," she repeated more insistently. "I know you masturbate. I want to watch, and you can watch me. If we do it together, it'll be almost . . . almost like. . . ." She didn't have to finish. She scooted over a few inches and rotated partway onto one hip, spreading her thighs farther apart and pushing her pelvis forward. As I quickly lay down next to her, she added urgently, "Don't touch, though -- not tonight. Okay?" I nodded and squeezed the head of my cock. I wouldn't have to hurry to catch up. In fact, I was afraid I'd shoot off the moment I touched the unguided missile that loomed less than a foot from where her busy fingertips were plucking lightly at her clit. Coming too quickly, I thought, would make me look like an idiot. It also might cut short my visit to Alex's bed. I started out leaning on my elbow, but that quickly became uncomfortable so I put my head on her pillow and slid my other arm under it. Alex raised her head to allow my arm passage, and lay down again, closer to me than she had been. I took that as an invitation, outside of the admonition not to touch, and I moved my head closer to hers. I began to stroke my cock like a piston and my movements were quickly synchronized with hers. She gazed into my eyes for another moment, then moved her head the last couple of inches and kissed my lightly on the lips. I responded with a gentle pressure of my own, and her sweet-tasting little tongue raced across my front teeth. Our lips barely touching, her tongue sparred wetly with mine. When she exhaled, I inhaled, and vice versa, sharing the same breath several times, back and forth, until all the oxygen in it was gone. Our mouths were fulfilling the lust both of us felt but were afraid to give in to. As my right hand moved up and down my cock, trying desperately to postpone my climax by a few more minutes, I was acutely aware of its nearness to my sister's radiant cunt. I would have expected, in such a position, an uncontrollable urge to sweep her hands out of the way and push myself into her. But in the event, that wasn't a problem. I didn't yet know quite how all that stuff was supposed to be done, but I did know I would climax instantly if I tried such a thing. And, somehow, I knew it was best that our bodies and our minds progress through each lesson in turn, one at a time. There was no hurry and I didn't want to spoil things. Besides, Alex had asked me not to, and we always played fair with each other. There was gentle passion in her kiss, willingly given, and that would be the limit for tonight. I only made this rational analysis in later weeks, of course. At the time, my responses and self-imposed limitations were instinctive. We looked into each other's eyes and I could see what she really wanted, deep inside, but was far too nervous to try yet. And she could see in my eyes that this was all the fulfillment I needed, for now. The fact that we could even *do* this was a result of the strong and implicit trust between us. Her hand speeded up and her breath was gasping. I just tried to match her pace. A few moments later, she kissed me with greater force as her orgasm rolled over her, and those two events set me off. At the last instant, I realized I was going to make a mess of either her or her bed. I was a little afraid that the former would put her off completely; the latter would certainly be uncomfortable when she finally went to sleep. So, a half-second before I came, I was able to yank my briefs back up and drown my pubic hair in semen. I don't think Alex was even aware of my actions, she was so transported herself. When our kiss tapered off, she removed her fingers from her cunt and, with a mischievous grin, slid them under my nose. The aroma was enticing and I think I surprised her by fulfilling my earlier fantasy -- capturing her fingers in my mouth and sucking all the wetness from them. The taste was exquisite. She put her legs down and readjusted her tee shirt and her panties. Then we kissed again, both of us longing for more, but held back by nervousness and perhaps a little common sense. "Michael," she finally said huskily, "I think you'd better go back to bed before I climb all over you!" I regretfully climbed out of her bed and headed back to my room, but I paused at her door and looked back to where she lay watching me. Her fond smile stayed with me the rest of the night. Five days after our mutual exhibition, I went to bed on Friday night by myself. I normally slept in an extra hour or so on Saturdays, but that night I had some strange and erotic dreams and woke at 5:30. I didn't remember the details of the dreams, but I came to lying on my side with a throbbing hard-on. I also had company: my sister was snuggled up to me, a love spoon, and my engorged cock was prodding the back of her upper thigh through my briefs. I wondered foggily what kind of dreams *she* must be having. I was still half asleep. I put one arm over Alex's warm body and she wriggled closer against me without waking. It gradually dawned on me that she wasn't wearing a top. In fact, she had unconsciously taken my hand in hers and hugged it against her breast. That made me feel relaxed and secure, at first, and I kissed her bare shoulder, which was all that showed above the cover. But as she breathed, snoring very softly, the movement rubbed her nipple against the palm of my hand. I began rubbing gently in the opposite direction, and both nipples were soon erect. Mine, too. She shifted the position of her legs several times and murmured under her breath. Finally, she rolled onto her back, tucked her left arm under the pillow, and half-opened her eyes. "'Lo . . ." was all she could manage, followed by a warm, drowsy smile. My hand had traveled onto her stomach. Her free hand moved a few inches and absently stroked my cheek and gave my arm a squeeze. Then it, too, disappeared under the pillow behind her head. She seemed to doze off again. Stretched out at slender full length, arms above her head like that, hair sprawled across my pillow, sleeping so peacefully -- she was a striking image of young, feminine vulnerability. I turned back the cover very carefully, trying not to disturb her further. My beautiful little sister, I thought with longing. Shallow, mounded breasts, rising and falling with her respiration. Her arms, curving smoothly and cleanly to her rib cage and then to her small waist. Her flat stomach, punctuated by her navel, hip bones flaring gracefully to either side of her brief white panties. One leg outstretched, the other bent at the knee, the sole of one foot braced neatly against the opposite calf. From above, she looked like a ballerina performing a pirouette. I reached out and stroked her thigh, the way I would pet a kitten or any other small animal that looked like it wanted attention. When I came to the top of her thigh, without conscious decision (though it had been in my mind all week), my hand continued upward and hovered over the vee at the crotch of her panties. I could stand it no longer. I cupped my hand gently, lightly, over her resilient pubic mound, my first two fingers sliding down between her legs where I felt the springy depression of her vulva. I clutched her pussy a bit more firmly and began to move my fingers up and down the crease in the white cotton. Her head moved restlessly to one side and she made small smacking sounds with her lips. I continued moving my fingers, searching for the little button I knew was there. Alex's hip shifted closer to me and her eyes fluttered open again for a few seconds as she stretch her legs out straight and gave a tiny shiver. "Take 'em off . . . ," she muttered, and her eyelids slid shut again. I moved carefully off the side of the bed, making as little disturbance as possible, and hastily pushed off my briefs. My cock sprang up at a steep angle. Then I leaned over and, with both hands, began slowly pulling down my sister's panties. Her legs were a few inches apart, but otherwise she made no move to help. I had to gradually work the rolled-up fabric under her ass by sliding it down on one side and then on the other. The program seemed to be the same as the week before. I didn't know whether she was completely asleep, half-awake and aware of what I was doing, or just faking. But it was clear that this next step on the ladder of our physical relationship was to be *my* responsibility -- which I was very willing to accept. I was also convinced, after the previous week, that if I attempted to cross some invisible boundary, Alex would wake immediately, so I didn't worry about it. I would peruse this marvel before me until one of us decided to stop. I slipped her panties over her feet and tossed them on the floor. My sister lay naked before me, apparent willing for me to drink in her loveliness, and also ready to take the next step in our sexual awakening. I lay down again on my side next to her and caressed the curve of her hip and the flatness of her abdomen. I threaded my fingers through her soft red pubic thatch and gently cupped my hand again over the mound beneath it. I didn't know much about foreplay, but I knew there was no hurry and that I should be ever gentle as I explored every inch of her with my hands. I also knew instinctively that if I just yanked her legs wide apart, climbed on, and tried to cram my cock into her, it would break our unspoken agreement; it might even spoil it forever. Her cunt was becoming more moist every second and I easily slid my fingers along the sides of her clitoral sheath. Slowly, slowly. She began to make humming, purring sounds and her legs twitched farther apart. I rubbed one finger over the dewy tip of her clit and this time her whole body twitched. So did my cock. I slid my forefinger into her open vagina, trying to fathom the whole length of that warm, tight tunnel. I reached her cervix without much difficulty and added a second finger. It felt rubbery when I squeezed it between my fingertips, different from what I had expected. I wasn't sure she could feel anything there herself, except the finger pressure, but I suppose it's something every guy tries. I would have put my whole arm into her and climbed in after it, had it been possible. I had groped blindly at a couple of other girls, but on those occasions I could never see what I was doing and I had always felt rushed by the circumstances. This time, I had a clear view and all the time I needed. What was more, Alex understood that need. She was hesitant about our increasing physical involvement, as I was, but she trusted me to proceed slowly and to take care of her. And because she trusted me so completely, I knew I would follow the same plan, taking my time, backing off if she got nervous, and giving her anything and everything she needed in return. This understanding between us was one of the things that brought us to realize that we were in love. We never "fell" in love, I think, even when we kissed that first time at the park. It always existed, and it grew steadily as we explored it and came to understand its nature. I had been watching my fingers, but now I glanced at Alex's face. Her long eyelashes were fluttering slowly like peacock fans and her moist lips were parted. Her arms were still behind the pillow but now she clutched at it with both hands. Either she was really waking up or she thought she was having one hell of a dream. My right hand returned to her clit, now glistening in the early morning light. I began tracing slow circles around the little pink bullet head, breaking rhythm every few seconds and flicking a finger across its tip. As I increased the tempo, her thighs began making little jerky movements. She was on the up-side of the roller coaster, but I didn't want her to climax yet. I didn't want it to be over. So I slowed and then stopped, moving the flat of my hand back over her stomach and across her ribs to brush her stiffened nipple. She trembled at that and seemed about to tear the pillow in two. My hand moved to the smooth hollow under her arm and trailed over her bicep. She continued breathing heavily. "God, don't stop! Why did you stop? Oh, God, that felt so wonderful!" This was accompanied by a soft wailing moan of desperation. Her eyes finally opened. "Michael, I want your finger back in me! It felt so good -- I've never felt like that, even doing it myself! And I didn't come yet!" I leaned over her body on my elbows, trapping her arms in their extended position, and cut off her protests with a smothering kiss. "Alex, I'm selfish -- I don't *want* you to come yet. But I'm not ready to quit either. Can I try something else. . . ? Her expression went instantly serious. "Michael, . . . please, I'm not ready to do it yet. I *want* to -- oh, God, I want to! -- but not yet. Please don't." Her voice was soft and calm but her face kept shifting between adolescent lust and fear of the unknown. But she misunderstood my intentions. "I'm not going to push you beyond where you want to go. Don't you know that by now? I love you, Alex. I would never -- COULD never -- hurt you like that. You trust me, I know you do, and I will never do anything to made you regret that -- I promise." I kissed her again, softly this time. "No, I had something else in mind. And I think you'll like it, too. . . ." As I spoke, I was moving farther down the bed and farther down her perfect body, leaving a trail of lip prints on her throat, between her breasts, just below her rib cage, to her navel and past it. My hands kept pace, gliding down her sides and her hips and coming to rest clasping her flanks. Her stomach muscles fluttered and she inhaled deeply when I buried my face in her pubic hair. Her legs parted and as her knees bent, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pressed them open even farther. I had attempted muff-diving a couple of times with other girls, but always under uncomfortable and hurried circumstances. So I had a theoretical grasp of the subject, but I was mostly making up my technique as I went along. But I was sure it was Alex's first time, too, so I didn't think it would matter. Her cunt was already humid with the aroma of sex. Her thigh muscles were tensed; she didn't quite know what to expect. Experimentally, I nuzzled her clit and pushed my tongue along the opening below it, where my fingers had been shortly before. I had been warned by the Boy's Gym Information Exchange to expect a "fishy" taste, but I found nothing of the kind. The moisture I lapped up smelled and tasted of heated honey and licorice, a heady flavor I enjoyed enormously. My tongue worked its way down to the bottom edge of her vagina, eased between the silky smooth lips, and made the long, slow journey back to the top. The juices I caught flooded my probing tongue and trickled down my throat. I heard a distant, sighing moan as Alex thrust her pelvis up toward my mouth. I felt her fingers tentatively touch my head and then slide more confidently through my hair. When I stabbed lightly at the tip of her clitoris, it twitched and her fingers clutched at my scalp. I licked all around the little red bullet, pushing back the sheath with my tongue, then sucking hard at it, pressing its tip against my teeth. Alex was trembling, from her hands on my head urging me on, to the clenching of her ass, to the spreading and curling of her toes. Her profound arousal, in fact, was having a similar effect on me. I was lying flat on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, and my cock felt like a length of iron pipe under me. I paused, to shift my hands and wipe my lips, and Alex tugged nervously at my hair. "God, Michael, don't stop! You're making me crazy!" I laughed silently, opened my mouth wide, and covered as much of her crotch as I could. Then I exhaled heavily, blanketing her cunt with warm air. She shivered and moaned loudly, and then began to push her right hand past my head so she could masturbate. I intercepted the hand and moved it away. "No, Alex, let me do this. . . . I love it, I love making you hot and horny, and I love the taste of you! I'm going to do this all by myself." I spread her dripping labia with my fingers and licked their inner surfaces. My tongue stroked the creases at the top of her thighs and lunged as far as it could reach into the depths of her. It swiped like a brush up and down the smooth area between her cunt and her asshole. After a moment's hesitation, I licked the corrugated surface around her anus and tapped my tongue against the hole. I couldn't tell whether she actually flinched or merely jerked in a uncontrollable spasm, but I decided to return to known territory for now. My sister was panting in a shallow, jerky rhythm and her hands were holding her knees up and apart. Her knuckles were white from tension. I settled in to work on her swollen clitoris, to push her over the top to her climax. My tongue swirled around her sexual centerpoint and she began uttering shrill little sounds at the end of each breath. I sucked her clit into my mouth again and flicked my tongue against it, faster and faster. Now her body was jerking continually. Finally, without forethought, I very lightly nipped the end of her clit between my teeth -- and that did it. Alex went rigid for a few seconds, except for a hissing intake of breath, and I felt her pelvis and thigh muscles tighten. The deep breath paused a long moment and became an even deeper sigh. Her cunt quivered and fresh vaginal juices, thick and sweet, dribbled down my chin. I slowed my pace to a lazy swirl and Alex jerked a little each time I touched her clit, which was now retreating into its sheath. Then I ceased my exertions and closed her legs and lowered her knees. I gripped her hips and planted a lingering kiss at the bottom of that silky red triangle, and then laid my cheek on her thigh. I was worn out and my neck and shoulders were stiff, but I felt wonderful about the orgasm my sister had just experienced because of me. Alex's hand stroked my temple and I swiveled my head to look up at her face. Her lovely green eyes were glowing with soft starlight and her face held both wonder and love. "Michael. . . ?" she whispered huskily. "C'mere. . . ." I got shakily to my knees and crawled the few feet to the pillow and let my head fall back on its coolness. Alex turned on her side, levered herself over to plant her elbows on either side of me, and slid her forearms under my shoulders. Her face was suspended above mine -- my sun and my moon, I thought -- and her trembling smile was so warm I felt like melting butter. She came slowly closer and kissed me thoroughly, running her tongue over my lips and eyelids, and finally fixing me with a steady gaze from two inches away. I stroked her back lightly. "That's the first time," she breathed. Not it's not, I thought. She's had orgasms before, I know she has. But she read my expression. "It's the first time anyone but *me* has done that to me. And it was wonderful! I want you to make love to me, Michael, I want to go all the way with you. I thought I did before, and now I'm absolutely sure of it -- and it will happen, I promise. "You could have done it tonight, you know; I couldn't have stopped you. I wouldn't have wanted you to stop, I was off on another world somewhere. But you didn't, and I love you so much for that! I DO love you, Michael -- do you understand? I know we're young and everything, but I also know I'll never feel about anyone else the way I do about you. I don't even have the words for it, except to just keep saying it over and over: I love you, Michael, I love you with all my heart." She blinked back tears. I was near tears myself. Her beautiful face was so filled with fourteen-year-old conviction, I could only believe she meant what she said. And I was only a year older and I felt the same absolute love for her, so I *wanted* to believe it, desperately. I wrapped my arms about her as she clutched my shoulders. "Nothing and no one will ever separate us," I said softly. "We'll be together forever, or as long as we both want to be. Alex, you know I love you so much I can hardly stand it." And each of us, I knew, was wondering what the future held, thinking how we would have to struggle against a world that wouldn't understand. We hugged each other more tightly. It was Fourth of July weekend. We felt older, I think -- and we certainly were maturing more rapidly than most teenagers, because we had each other to practice with. Some things had changed in the few months since our first sexual contact. For one thing, I was sleeping naked these days and Alex wore only bikini panties. Neither of us had any sense of modesty at all in each other's presence. I could walk into the bathroom while she was taking a bath and she wouldn't bat an eye; in fact, she watched with interest while I took a leak. Then she would come into my room naked and sit on the bed and talk while she dried her hair. At first, it was constantly exciting and distracting. Now, the excitement hadn't gone, but it remained at a comfortable level, even while we observed each other's continuing physical development. We were becoming physically used to each other, though never bored. And while I often caressed her breasts and her upper body, and stroked her thighs and her buttocks when she rolled over on her stomach, I never attempted to get closer than a few inches from her pussy. Nor did she ever reach for my cock. My sister had cuddled up close to me and fallen asleep while I read late again. I was beginning to doze off, too, and I turned my head sleepily to look at her before I doused the reading lamp. She lay on her side in the crook of my arm, her head on my shoulder and her thick hair spread across the pillow. One arm and one leg were pressed up close against my side while the others were flung across me, half pinning my body to the bed. Her limbs were still as long as mine, though more slender, and every time she twitched in her sleep or shifted position slightly I felt the movement reverberate all through me. I was acquainted with plenty of girls at school now, and had survived crushes on several of them -- to Alex's amusement. All of them were generally considered "cute" or "pretty," but none of them even came close to my beautiful little sister, who was no longer so little. I finally cut the light, settled the pillow behind my head, and fell asleep thinking of Alex. And apparently those thoughts produced a midnight erection. Alex awoke in the night, for whatever reason, and discovered the tent that my cock had formed under the sheets. She told me later that she was fascinated by my penis, had been for years, because it seemed to have a life and a will of its own. And since I was asleep, she felt at liberty to experiment and explore. Her attentions brought me up out of the deeps into that fuzzy region where sleep and wakefulness are confused, where you can imagine you're awake while actually dreaming that you imagine you're awake. And in the night, external stimuli in such a state can make you highly suggestible. So I half-dreamed that a soft, slender hand was grasping the shaft of my cock and moving slowly up and down. Then it paused and a thumb passed curiously several times over its head, measuring its contours and the opening at the tip. My cock twitched several times at the provocation; I felt it and thought drowsily that this was a very sexy dream. Then the hand moved to the base of the column and I felt her fingers sliding through and untangling my pubic hair -- for my half-awake mind knew whose hand it was, dream or no dream. Her touch was gentle but determined. She worked her way around to my balls, and it is a measure of my trust in my sister that I didn't even flinch. I needn't have worried anyway. My scrotum was relaxed and loose in the warmth beneath the covers, and she carefully scooped up the whole of it and seemed to weigh it in her hand, manipulating my balls gently within their sac. I heard her take a breath as she seemed to come to a decision, and I was awake enough now to peer through my eyelashes. The touch of Alex's hand disappeared for a few seconds and I saw it emerge from under the covers and pause before her mouth. She cupped her palm and quietly filled it with spit, and the hand disappeared again from sight. An instant later I felt it, warm and wet now, curled again around the shaft of my cock. I wondered absently if she knew anything at all about technique. Her hand moved up and down, slowly and gently at first, and she interrupted her rhythm every few strokes to rub her palm over the head of my cock. The pace gradually increased and she squeezed a little more tightly now and then. Maybe it was instinctive for her, too, but she definitely knew what she was doing. It felt wonderful: When you masturbate yourself it's difficult for your hand to come up with any surprises. I remained quiet but I was wide awake now and beginning to breath more rapidly. No point pretending to be asleep. I heard a moan of pure pleasure come from deep in my own throat and Alex glanced up quickly at my face. My arm was still around her and I squeezed her shoulder and shifted toward her a bit and onto my hip. My left hand slipped around and under her armpit to stroke her breast. I smiled and nodded and she grinned back at me. Now that I was awake, my sister wanted to see what was happening, so she halted her exertions for an instant and threw back the covers. My cock reached even more resolutely toward the ceiling. It was just all too much for me and within another minute I could feel my climax rapidly approaching. From the expression of concentration on her face I knew she didn't realize what was about to occur. "I'm almost there," I murmured hoarsely. Either she didn't hear or she didn't understand. I didn't want to frighten or disgust her, but I sure didn't want her to stop, either. A distant corner of my mind tried desperately to think how to have it both ways, and then it was too late. I gasped as I began to spasm and I would have rolled over flat on my back, but Alex's grip on me prevented it. Several large gobs of semen exploded in rapid succession from my cock as if from a machine gun. One landed on her wrist, remaining connected to the tip of my cock by a long white thread. Another hit her on the collarbone and began to ooze down across her breast. A third shot spread in its trajectory and landed on her chin and across her lower lip. Christ, I thought in dismay, she'll be so repelled she won't ever touch me again. When I hesitantly looked at her face, though, I saw no disgust -- just startlement and surprise. She touched her little finger to the milky blob on her chin and withdrew it, as though testing its sticky consistency. Then she curled her tongue out and down and scooped most of the semen off her lip and into her mouth, like a kitten lapping milk. For a moment, she had a faraway look as she tasted my essence, and then swallowed it. I realized that was what I really *wanted* her to do. I wanted her to swallow my come. And then: WHY would I want a girl to do something like that? It's an old, old puzzle. Certainly, the great majority of men enjoy being the subject of skillful oral sex (no surprise there). But every guy with whom I've ever discussed this puzzle in the philosophy of sex admits to even greater erotic pleasure when the woman not only allows him to come in her mouth but swallows his load as well, and without making a face or a fuss. Alex just smiled and said "No taste! Just a little salty." Then she leaned across my chest, smearing the wad on her breast across me -- I could feel the stickiness -- and kissed me firmly on the mouth. I welcomed her tongue when she poked it between my lips, as I had many times before, but this time Alex was playing one of her erotic little jokes. She hadn't swallowed it all, and I tasted the salty flavor of my own semen. --- END ---

Their Unusual Mommy by BrettJ © 2011 The Golden sisters, Tanya and Teagan, were thrilled when the taxi pulled up to their mother’s luxurious new condominium. It was going to be wonderful to live with Mommy again, the past 3 years they had missed her very much. Not that living with their grandmother was awful; the 52-year old woman was a lot of fun and doted on the girls. But her home was small and there wasn’t a lot for a 15 and 16-year old to do. Their mom’s community had more people their age and mom, at only 35, was a free spirit and thought “young”. Tracey Golden ran out of her home and hugged her girls. She was grateful beyond words to her mother for helping to raise the girls for the past 3 years while she went to Law School. It couldn’t have been easy for her, especially with her husband, Tracey’s father, dying so young. Still, Taya Golden buckled down, worked her way up in the shipping company she worked for and was now office manager. She encouraged her daughter to improve her life and thereby, improve the lives of her girls. Tracey always listened to her mother, for mommy had always looked out for her, always been there for her and always protected her. She had loved her father too, but Tracey and Taya were especially close. With her girls living with her now, she hoped that she could build that kind of relationship with them as well. Teagan was practically jumping up and down. “Oh mommy, mommy, we missed you so much. Living with Gran was nice, but we’re so glad to be living with you. Wow, your new place is so nice, are we really going to get our own rooms?” Tracey laughed as her youngest daughter ran around. “She’s still a motor-mouth, eh?” She laughed as she hugged Tanya. “Yep, but otherwise, she’s a great kid,” Tanya said of her younger sister. “Neither one of you are kids anymore, not really,” Tracey smiled at her daughter. She brushed strands of blonde hair from her face as her excited youngest ran back into the room, nearly knocking her over as she hugged her mom. “We’re really, really going to live here from now on?” Teagan said as she settled on to the soft, leather couch. “Yes you are, but girls, there are some things we’re going to need to discuss. You’re adults now, young ladies and I think there are things you need to know about, important things,” Tracey said in a solemn tone. She took one of Teagan’s hands and one of Tanya’s. “You mean like, about sex, mom?” Tanya said, her green eyes meeting her mother’s blue eyes. “In a way darling, yes,” Tracey sighed. “This isn’t going to be easy girls, but I’ve kept a lot of things from you and if you’re going to be living here full-time, I don’t want to have to live my life in hiding. So prepare yourselves, you’re in for a few shocks tonight,” Tracey told them. “You said it yourself mom, we’re growing up, we can handle it,” Teagan smiled. “I hope so babies, I hope so,” Tracey said. “I’ll be back in a minute, wait here.” The sisters stared at each other and were puzzled. They were even more astonished when their mother came back into the room wearing a suit that covered most of her torso and very high boots. It hugged her curvy frame and looked very different, although Teagan couldn’t take her eyes off her mother. “I’m going to share things with you tonight babies, things you might not understand, so feel free to ask questions. Your mommy is … well, I’m a kinky slut. I don’t mind using that word, because I’m a very sexual person, I crave sex and kinks. This outfit I’m wearing, it’s made of latex and it’s very snug. It makes mommy horny. Are you with me so far?” Both girls nodded, dumbstruck. “Next, you might have noticed or you might not, but I don’t date a lot. Well, I do date … but I rarely date men. I prefer having sex with women, as you’ll learn later. I like women a bit older and I love younger women … like you two.” Tracey told them. She looked at them and licked her lips. “I must confess, there are a few of your friends I find very appealing and I’d love to have sex with them. I’m sure their tight, naughty little pussies taste delicious.” Tanya looked a bit freaked, odd, as she was normally the calm one and Teagan was the one who bubbled over about everything. Tracey took a deep breath and continued. “I have lots of naughty, swinging friends, but there is a need to keep my private life private, do you understand?” Both girls nodded. “Good, because there’s more.” Tracey looked intently at both of her daughters. “I just told you that I love young, sexy women and I have two of the sexiest daughters EVER. So, if my two lovely girls are willing, I’d love to have sex with both of you,” Tracey confessed. The girls moved back, stunned. Oddly, it was Teagan who recovered first. She leaned forward and kissed her mother sensually, pressing her 32D tits close to Tracey’s body. “It’s cool you’re being so honest with us, mommy. Yeah … yeah, I think I could get into that.” Tanya was non-plussed. “Are you nuts? Lesbian sex and with our own mom?!” Teagan shrugged. “If it feels good, do it. No one’s going to force you Tanya, but I’m going to do it. It’s going to be fun, right Mom?” Teagan sat back and crossed her legs; Tracey looked at the pretty blonde with undisguised admiration. “There’s still more girls, a lot more. You both know you’re adopted; I’ve made no secret of that. I never married and until the brokerage house I worked for went bust, I made enough money to support us all,” Tracey confessed. “Well, here’s the thing … I wanted to have children, two girls, but no adoption agency was going to let a 20-year old adopt 2 kids no matter how much money they had. So, I … lied about my age and your grandmother went along with it.” “Holy fuck Mom, so how old ARE you?” Tanya wanted to know. “I’m actually only 30 and your grandmother is only 47 … well, not quite, her birthday is in a few months,” Tracey told them. Teagan giggled nervously. “Wow, this is really all too-freaking-much, but we still love you mommy.” Tracey turned to Tanya. “Do you still love me, baby?” Tanya sighed. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just a lot to take in mom, you know?” “Yes, I understand. There’s still more,” Tracey continued. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Tanya groaned. “Now what?” “A few years ago, after your grandfather died, your Gran was very lonely. She was only 42 and you know he was almost 60. She was helping me with you two and she hadn’t dated since she was 16 and she was horny. So your mommy kind of … helped her out,” Tracey told them. “Helped her out? How?” Teagan asked. That was when Tracey dropped her ultimate bombshell. She stood up and took off the tight, purple latex thong she had been wearing to reveal … “Holy FUCK, Mom’s got a … THING!” Tanya gasped. “Don’t call it a thing sis, it’s a cock,” Teagan groaned. “Fuck mom, you have a cock. I don’t get it. Are you a transsexual or a drag queen or …?” “No darling, your mommy is what they call a hermaphrodite. I was born with a pussy and a cock, although my pussy is very tiny. These …” Tracey hefted her 34D tits “… are 100% real, no silicone. To answer your questions, yes, my cock can get full erect and even cum and yes, I’ve fucked your Gran with it. She loves it … she howls like a slut when I fuck her,” Tracey giggled. “Oh God, this is all too, too much,” Tanya groaned. “I think it’s fucking hot,” Teagan sighed. “It’s all perverted and nasty. I want to do it with you, Mommy. I can hardly wait for you to fuck me with that thing, how big is it?” “About 7 inches when hard, but it’s very sensitive. When a girl sucks on it, it gets hard fast,” Tracey grinned, thrilled with Teagan’s response. “Hold on, hold on, slow down here,” Tanya waved her hands. “Can’t they do surgeries to fix this? Why didn’t you have one of those and why is this the first we’re hearing about all of this?” “Okay Tanya, calm down. Yes, they have surgeries, but believe it or not, your grandfather didn’t know. My mother hid it from him, because we couldn’t have afforded the surgery and daddy would have felt so guilty. Then, when I was about Teagan’s age, something happened that made me change my mind.” Teagan leaned forward. “Tell us mommy, tell us. I want to hear it all.” Tracey saw that Tanya was fighting her curiosity, but she leaned closer to hear what her mother would reveal next. “With your grandmother’s help, I was able to keep it hidden, but when I was 15, I knew I had to tell someone. I decided to tell my best friend, your Aunt Tiffany. She wanted me to see it, so I told her that I’d show her my cock if she’d show me her pussy. She agreed and the next time she slept over, we got out of our underwear and showed our bodies to each other. She started stroking mommy’s cock and it started to get hard. I was fondling her cute little pussy and it was getting wet. Before either one of us could stop, your Aunt Tiffany was on top of me and my cock was going into her pussy. Maybe we should have stopped, but her pussy was so tight and hot and wet, well, like I said … mommy is a slut. In short, Aunt Tiffany and I took each other’s virginity that night. I think your grandmother knew, but she’s never said a word,” Tracey smiled. “And so you decided to keep your cock?” Teagan said, wide-eyed. “Yes. Your aunt told me I should and I thought it over and agreed I could have more fun that way,” Tracey smiled. “When did you and Aunt Tiffy stop?” Teagan asked. “Who says we stopped?” Tracey giggled. “Aunt Tiffy calls me her little dick girl and I love it. Whenever your Uncle Ethan is out of town, we get together. Last time, we included your cousin Lara. I got her cherry too, what a hot little slut. We ended the night with me in your cousin’s pussy and your aunt fucking her ass with a strap-on!” Tracey grinned. “Oh wow, I can’t believe all of this. My mom is a fucking dick girl perv,” Tanya said. “Well, I think it’s neat. I’ve always wanted to make it with a girl; mommy can be my first and fuck me too. I’m down with that mommy, I want you to fuck me and make me your little slut,” The 15-year old blonde said. “That’s good baby, mommy will love fucking your snug little pussy,” Tracey grinned, tweaking one of her daughter’s nipples playfully. “What about you Tanya … in or out?” Tanya sighed. “I suppose I don’t have a choice, do I?” “Don’t be ridiculous darling, of course you have a choice,” Tracey told her. “Not really, mom. If you and Teagan are screwing all the time and if you’re having girls over, I’m going to get curious and eventually, I’d likely get drawn in. It makes more sense to do it now and get some experience under my belt. I’m not opposed to sex, I’ve fucked a few guys,” Tanya confessed. “Damn, I was hoping to get your cherry,” Tracey pouted. “Tell you what mom,” Tanya leaned forward, cupping one of her mother’s latex-covered tits in her hand. She slid her tongue into Tracey’s mouth and frenched her. “You can be the first cock in my ass.” “Good to see my girls are actually such naughty little sluts, it will make for less complications,” Tracey grinned. “If you go into your bedrooms, you’ll find a little present waiting there for both of you. Join me in my room whenever you’re ready.” Tracey walked away and she could feel both of her daughter’s watching her. Her life from now on was going to be tremendously happy. She would train her daughters to be sexy little slut-bitches, just like she was. 15 minutes later, the girls walked into her room and Tracey’s cock twitched. Her girls looked so fuckable and edible; she couldn’t wait to screw them both. Tanya was wearing a little schoolgirl outfit, but the white blouse dipped low in front and was tied under her 34D tits. Her stomach was bared, flat and tan. The plaid skirt was short and not much more than a strip of cloth, she wore a white lace thong, white stockings and “stripper” heels. Teagan looked vastly different. The adorable blonde was in black PVC, a corset, thong and high “fuck me” boots with a stiletto heel. She licked her lips and was the first to join her mother on the bed. “God mommy, you look like such a slut,” Teagan sighed as her mother’s lips covered her own. There was little mother-daughter affection in their embrace; it was entirely physical and full of perverted desire. “So do you angel, so does Tanya,” Tracey smiled when she broke their kiss. “Mommy’s nasty little sluts.” “Let me suck your cock mommy, I’ve never done that,” Teagan pleaded. “You can eat Tanya’s pussy, that’ll be so sexy.” “Do you want me to eat your pussy, baby?” Tracey smiled, holding out her arms for her oldest daughter. “Yeah mom, do it,” Tanya sighed. “Eat my slutty cunt.” “Thattagirl baby, now you’re in the spirit of things,” Tracey grinned as Tanya’s pussy neared her face. “Oh Teagan baby, you’re doing mommy so nice!” Her daughter’s soft mouth was around her cock and Tracey thought she had died and gone to heaven. Her lifestyle might be perverted, but it brought her so much happiness, she had been able to help Taya through a difficult time and now she was providing pleasure to her equally-kinky daughters. Teagan’s lips were like butter and she felt her cock get stiff as her daughter sucked. Her mouth worked harder on Tanya’s pussy. “Oh fuck, oh shit, I don’t know WHY I fought this, so good, so fucking good!” Tanya groaned. “Eat me mommy, Teagan, you look so fucking hot sucking mommy!” Teagan was not going to be content just sucking. Her pussy was drenched and she needed no lubrication, the heat of the latex on her cunt had warmed her considerably. She slid on to her mother’s cock and in an instant; her virginity was a thing of the past. “Oh shit, it hurts, but it hurts so good. Come closer Tanya, kiss me and we’ll all be joined, fucking mommy, her naughty bitches!” Teagan shrieked. “Yes baby, we’re mommy’s whores!” Tanya groaned before her lips met her sister’s and they exchanged tongues, then sucked on each other’s tongues for a bit. Then, to her surprise, Teagan felt her pussy being filled with cum. Tanya was thrilled to see their perverted mommy cumming in her sister’s tight, virginal snatch. She didn’t care about the mess, she moved between Teagan’s thighs and licked her clean. Tracey watched with delight, thrilled that Tanya had now accepted her own perversions. “Don’t worry about getting pregnant baby, mommy’s sterile,” Tracey grinned, giggling as her daughter’s snuggled close. Both of them had their hands on her now-soft cock. “We’d have your babies anyway mommy, we’re sluts, remember?” Tanya teased. Teagan giggled. “How long does it take for you to get hard again, mommy?” Teagan wanted to know. “It depends baby, a little while, why?” Tracey responded. “You have to fuck Tanya, I want to see that next,” Teagan pouted. “If we’re going to be sluts, we’ll need lots of practice.” “She’s right mommy, we will,” Tanya purred, cupping one of her sister’s nipples, then biting it. “Come here sis, we’ll do a `69’, you can be on top. That’s bound to get mommy turned on again.” Watching her teen daughters in the ages-old lesbian position did indeed get to Tracey. It wasn’t long before her pecker was ready again and she was eagerly fucking Tanya who was slurping as much cunt juice out of Teagan’s hole as she could manage. The family didn’t stop having sex until almost 4 AM. Tracey woke first the next day and decided to make brunch for her girls. With slightly bleary eyes, they came downstairs around noon. Tracey was on the phone with her mother. “Yes Mom, everything’s fine, they’re here and settled in. Well, of course we did. Yes mom, they are my daughters in every way. You would? Sure, that would be wonderful,” Tracey said as she hung up the phone. “That was Gran, right mom?” Teagan said as she poured syrup on her waffles. “What did she have to say?” “Yeah mom, how’s she doing?” Tanya said as she took some bacon for herself. Both girls were wearing only bra and panty sets. “She’s okay, but a little lonely, she misses her granddaughters, so I’ve invited her to come for dinner. Teagan, there’s a little cute little French Maid outfit in your room, Tanya, in your closet you will find another cute little schoolgirl outfit similar to the one you wore last night, only with thigh-high black leather boots. I’m going to wear my Jungle Girl outfit with my loincloth,” Tracey smiled, patting her twitching cock. “We’re all going to welcome your Gran in the way a loving family should.” She smiled as Teagan and Tanya hugged her from either side. “We both promise to be the tastiest desserts of all, mommy” Teagan purred as they kissed their dick-girl mom.

Fbailey story number 588 That’s What Sisters Are For I was pretty young I guess but Mom caught me jerking off one day. I had just barely realized that I had a cock and that it was fun to play with. Anyway, Mom caught me and grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me out of the living room, down the hallway, and into my sister’s bedroom. I was twelve at the time and my sister was thirteen years old. Mom told Elaine to get undressed. She looked at me and then back at Mom, Mom repeated her orders and Elaine undressed. Mom said, “Now kneel down here and suck his cock.” Elaine looked at Mom in disbelief, I looked at Mom in disbelief, and then Mom said, “That’s what sisters are for.” Elaine pulled my shorts down, she pulled my underwear down, and then she put her lips over my cock and started to suck. Mom said, “Whenever you feel the urge to masturbate come and find your sister, she will take care of you.” Elaine looked up at Mom, released my cock, and asked, “What about me? I masturbate too.” Mom smiled and said, “When you feel the need go get your brother and he will fuck you. That’s what brothers are for.” Elaine asked, “So I have to suck him but he gets to fuck me?” Mom laughed and said, “He can fuck you now if you want him too…but you still have to suck his cock before and after he fucks you.” Elaine asked, “Why?” Mom just smiled and said, “That’s what sisters are for. They suck their brother’s cocks, they let them fuck their pussies, and they even let their brothers fuck their assholes. Is that clear?” Elaine asked, “What happens when I get a boyfriend?” Mom laughed and said, “Then you will get fucked by two guys, hopefully not at the same time…but then again you may like it.” So I lost my virginity that day to my thirteen-year-old sister. She really liked having my cock inside her and she came to get me often that day. She made me sleep in her bed so that she could get it right before she fell asleep and just as soon as she woke up. Mom had not realized what a sexual monster my sister was. I could hardly satisfy her. We were fucking eight and ten times a day. Elaine started wearing skirts without any panties on so that she could get me inside her quicker. I really enjoyed playing with her tiny breasts and her hard nipples. Mom took me aside and said, “Just before she cums, grab a hold of her nipples and twist them real hard. She will probably shout out but her orgasm will be stronger. Maybe that will satisfy the little sex maniac.” It wasn’t very long before Elaine had my cock back inside her and we were going at it. She had taken over the roll of being on top so at the right moment I reached up, pinched her nipples, and then twisted them just as hard as I could. Elaine cried out, “Ouch. That hurt. You fucking bastard.” Then she smiled and said, “Oh my God that was wonderful. That was the best orgasm ever. Thank you.” She kissed me for real, as if we were lovers, then she sucked my cock clean. After that she stopped wearing bras too so that her nipples were always available to me. I was surprised when Elaine asked Mom if she could invite one of her girlfriends to spend the night. Mom looked at her and said, “You do know what sisters are for!” Elaine said, “Yes mother, I will still let the little guy fuck me. He might get to fuck Stacy too. She doesn’t have a brother. I told her that I was willing to share mine.” Mom smiled and said, “Good idea. I did that too. I had three brothers and no sister to help me out.” Stacy was my age and really cute. We were in the same grade in school and I had often thought about Stacy while I jerked off. It’s hard to think of another girl while you are fucking your sister. Mom and Elaine went to get Stacy while I cleaned up my bedroom. Upon their return, I noticed that all three of them were grinning at me. Mom said, “Stacy wants to give you her virginities.” Elaine said, “Yes, all three of them.” I smiled at Stacy knowing that I was going to be fucking her all over the place. Stacy shyly said, “That is if you don’t mind.” I took her hand and asked, “Why would I mind?” Stacy replied, “I don’t know. It’s my first time. Would you really want to put it in my butt?” I asked, “Do you know the rule abut sucking my cock before and after it’s in you?” Stacy replied, “Yes.” She thought about what I had just said and then she covered her face with her hands and giggled. I grabbed her shoulders and said, “I would love to put it in your butt. Do you still want it in your butt, knowing the rule?” Stacy looked up and said, “Yes, more than ever. You can be rough with me too. I like it when Daddy spanks me. Elaine said that you twisted her nipples. I want it all, blindfold me, tie me up.” There was a slight pause then, “I want to be your girlfriend too. Then I have to let you fuck me, that’s what my mother says.” Mom said, “Your mother sounds like a very smart woman.” Elaine said, “That’s only because you keep telling me that when I get a boyfriend I will have to let him do anything to me that he wants too.” Mom laughed and said, “That’s right.” Elaine asked, “Then what is the difference between having a brother and a boyfriend?” Mom laughed and said, “None really, but you can change your boyfriends and let a new guy fuck you silly. You’re stuck with your brother for the rest of your life.” I took Stacy to my bedroom but I left the door open. I knew that Mom and Elaine would want to watch. I kissed Stacy before I undressed her myself. Her tiny titties were even nicer than my sisters were. Her pussy was so smooth and the downy hairs were so soft. Her pussy lips were pressed tightly together and I liked that, knowing that she would be a tight fit. When she turned to get up on my bed I admired her cute little tush and knew that her ass would be an even tighter fit. Then I smiled thinking that Stacy was looking forward to some pain. I wondered just how much pain she really wanted. I undressed and she saw my hard cock for the first time. It wasn’t anything really impressive but to a girl that hadn’t seen one before it must have appeared to be big. She lay back and opened up her legs for me. I didn’t want to jump the gun with Stacy so I leaned in and started licking her virgin pussy. I had tasted my sister’s pussy a few times but Stacy’s really tasted good. She enjoyed oral sex so I swung around and let her suck my cock at the same time. It didn’t take either of us very long to climax. She swallowed as much of my cum as she could. What she couldn’t swallow ran down her cheek and started to puddle in her ear. I turned around again and placed the head of my cock right at the entrance to her opening. She smiled up at me and nodded for me to continue. I pressed into her and the head popped in. Her eyes flew open, then she smiled at me again. I pressed in further and felt her hymen break. That time when her eyes flew open she wasn’t breathing and I got scared and held still. It was a good minute or two before she managed to give me a half smile and a quick nod. I pushed in again and went all the way into her before she held me tight and begged me not to move. I held onto her and I kissed her, telling her that I was sorry that I had hurt her. She whispered back, “It’s okay I told you that I liked it rough. I just didn’t expect it to be quite that bad. You can push it in some more now.” I giggled and said, “It’s all the way into you now so I’ll just fuck you gently.” She smiled and said, “Not too gently, I hope.” I pulled it out a few inches and then I thrust it back into her. I had to smile as I made her flinch. She did seem to enjoy it so I kept thrusting into her like I had into my sister a few times. When I was ready I just started cumming. She could feel it and smiled up at me. She asked, “How soon before you get hard again?” I replied, “I’m still hard. Where do you want it this time?” Stacy said, “In my butt but first I have to suck you clean, remember.” I let her suck my cock for a few minutes and then I started to position her on her hands and knees with my cock tight up against her sphincter. Mom stepped in and poked one of her fingers into Stacy’s ass. She was lubricating it for me…or rather for Stacy. Mom said, “Don’t worry, it’ll still hurt her.” I held onto Stacy’s hips and pressed until the head popped inside her. Stacy cried out that it hurt but told me to keep going. Mom told me to take a lot of little plunges into her so that she could get the full treatment. Every time I poked another half-inch into Stacy she cried out. At first I didn’t like it but I figured if it was what Stacy wanted then I could take it too. When I was fully into her and fucking her ass she told me how great I was. She told me how wonderful sex was. Then she told me how great it was going to be to be my girlfriend. About then I was cumming in her poop hole. The look on her face as she sucked my dirty cock into her mouth made it all worth while. Stacy was a dirty girl and proud of it too. When she had finished cleaning my cock off Mom kissed her. I could see their tongues intertwine and Mom was holding onto Stacy’s tiny tittie pinching her nipple. Mom said, “You do know that you will have to share him with his sister.” Stacy said, “I’m looking forward to that.” Elaine said, “Me too. I always wanted a sister.” Epilogue: Stacy was my girlfriend all through high school. Then after that we were married. Stacy and Elaine are still best friends and enjoy sharing me to this day. I fathered two sons with Stacy and one daughter with Elaine. We all live together and pretty soon Elaine will tell our daughter exactly what sisters are for. The End That’s What Sisters Are For 588

**** Note: This is my first story so it probably won’t be the greatest and I am happy to receive comments or PM about how I can make future stories better, if this story turns out horrid then it might be a while until I decide to try writing another, Thanks! Hi, I am Ryan, I am 16, have dark brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, I’m 5’ 11”, but the best thing about me is my 7 inch dick, I am still a virgin but I didn’t know that it all was about to change. Well, enough about me and on to my step sister. Her name is Sara, she’s 17, is 5’ 8”, has blue eyes, bright natural blonde hair, B cup breasts and she has an amazing tight ass that jiggles ever so slightly when she dances around the house. I know I shouldn’t be paying too much attention to her because she is technically my sister, but what the hell; she is so hot it would be a crime not to notice. It all started after dinner one day, I was doing my homework, stupid Math, and I was having some trouble with my calculus and since Sara is in grade 12 I thought she might know a thing or two more and could help me with this damn question, so I walked out of my room to look for her and see if she could help, I thought that she was in her room (which is the room next to mine), music playing, with her door closed completely, I thought this was strange because it is normally kept open. I didn’t think too much of it so I decided to just go ahead and open it, when I walked in I noticed her laptop was just lying on her bed with the screensaver going, but she wasn’t there, so I decided I would see what she was doing on her laptop and wait until she came back, when I touched the mouse pad the screen turned on and showed a full screen porn with a man tit-fucking a sexy young woman, I was really surprised because Sara didn’t seem like the type of girl to be watching that type of porn, or porn at all! Without thinking I hit the play button, pulled down my pants and started jacking myself off to the porn, a few minutes into stroking myself I heard the toilet down in the hall bathroom flush and I suddenly realised that she was walking down the hall so I quickly stopped jacking off and set her computer back where it was but I was worried because the screen was still on the porn. I quickly stood over by the wall on an angle that I couldn’t see the screen. She noticed the room door was open and that I was in there and she quickly ran over to her computer, but when she saw the computer was on she had a worried face and quickly closed it. She asked “Ryan, what are you doing here? My room door was closed because I didn’t want anyone in here.” I replied “I need help with my calculus homework; I can’t seem to solve one of the problems.” “Okay, fine, I’ll help you with it, but next time please don’t come in my room without me being here.” I noticed that when she said that she happened to notice my still raging hard-on and she made a strange face then opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it and walked over to my room with me. While doing my homework my boner just wouldn’t go down, I just couldn’t stop thinking about how my step sister was watching porn and I almost got caught watching it in her room. She also seemed to notice it and while she was helping me with the work she toyed with me by leaning over my work so I could see down her shirt, she was wearing a bra that looked a bit too big and I could see one of her dark pink nipples, I thought, oh this isn’t helping my boner situation. I knew she was telling me how to do the question but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her nipple which was now starting to harden, I knew that she noticed what I was looking at and seemed to be turned on by it. Only too soon, she was done the question. I know I will have something to jack off to later. Sara said “See it’s really easy to do but I can’t do all of your homework for you, even if it was really fun to do it together I have my own work to do.” I quickly said “Thanks” but I was at a loss for works because of what she just said. As soon as she walked out and I heard her door close I just thought, fuck it I need to jack off right now, so I started stroking myself and because of my visual image I was nearing my release quickly, a few more strokes and I was releasing my man juices and I was making a mess but I didn’t really care, I turned around and I nearly fainted when I saw Sara standing at my door watching me. She said “I forgot my pen on your desk, but then I saw you-, Ryan, I`m sorry.” She quickly walked in and grabbed her purple pen from my desk and walked out, looked back at my dick for a moment then went back to her bedroom. I was still in shock standing there, thoughts racing through my mind, what just happened, how long was she there, why did she not say anything, and why did she look at my cock before she left? I quickly went to the washroom to clean myself off and retreated to my bedroom, closed the door and just laid on my bed for a while thinking about what just happened. I decided I would grab my book and read for about 2 hours, and then I decided to go to bed. I woke suddenly to my door opening and someone walking into my room, I looked over at the clock slowly, it was 4:00 am, so I just stayed still until I saw in the moon light that it was Sara walking over to my bed wearing only a sexy pink bra and a matching pair of panties, I didn’t know what she was doing, so I started breathing softy and evenly and pretended that I was still asleep. She walked over to my bed and slowly pulled my sheets off me, I was wearing only boxers to bed because it was spring and getting warm outside. She slowly reached into the leg of the boxers and I felt her warm hand grasp my dick and direct it through the leg hole. She only started rubbing it for a few seconds then I started to get hard, she then did something that I didn’t expect, she bent over and started kissing my dick then took the head of my cock in her mouth and started twirling her tongue around the tip. I felt like I was going to blow but I tried really hard not to and see what was going to happen next. I was really surprised when she started sliding my 7” cock into her mouth and down the back of her throat, she then looked up along my stomach to see if I was awake, when she was confident that I was asleep she slowly started to deep throat me, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, but she took me out of her mouth and reached back and undid her bra strap and her perfect B cup boobs were in plain sight of me. When she put her mouth back on my cock I slowly moved my right hand down beside her and right under her nice tits. I was suddenly thrown into the best orgasm of my life and I shot ropes and ropes of cum down her throat, she seemed ready for it and just held there until I was done shooting, then with an evil plan in min I reached my right hand up and cupped her breast. She started freaking out and looked up at me and I just smiled back at her and she tried to calm down. I said “Hey Sara, what ya doing down there? Wait, I know what you’re doing and if you don’t want me to tell your mom you better listen to me” She slowly nodded her head and looked rather scared about what I was going to get her to do. “Alright Sara” I said “You are going to first let me eat you out then I you’re going to have sex with me” She started to object, but I said “It would be a shame if you mother knew about this.” She nodded her head again, so I pushed her down on my bed, pulled her panties down and tried my best to lick her pussy, I had never done anything like this before, but I had seen many guys and girls do it while watching porn so I tried to copy what they did. I started breathing in her smell, I couldn’t decide how it smelled exactly but it seemed like I just couldn’t get enough of it so I decided to lick up and down along the slit, she started moaning so I started parting the smooth, wet lips with my tongue and suddenly I was overcome with the tangy taste of her juices, so I started working more and more, then I noticed that her clit started to peak out from its hiding spot. I remembered what happened in the porn videos so I brought my mouth to it and started sucking on it; she suddenly jerked around and started moaning louder so I sucked on it harder. She moaned “that feels soo good, Ryan!” I still knew I could show her better. Then I thought I would try using my fingers on her pussy hole while sucking on her clit just as I saw in porn, I moved my hand up to her pussy and because I was new at this it took me a while to find the entrance but when I found it I pushed 2 fingers right into her tight little pussy. She was so wet already and I had a bit of trouble fingering for my first time but I learned fast and soon I was fingering her at a steady rate. I felt her pussy start to tighten around my fingers and I knew what was about to happen, she started to moan loudly and her pussy started pulsing around my fingers then I unexpectedly was flooded by pussy juice, I tried to lap it all up but there was just too much and I couldn’t get it all. Sara, breathing heavily said “Oh my god Ryan. That was amazing! Where did you learn to work pussy like that?” I replied “Sara, I learned how to do that right now from you.” She smiled and said “Well, you are a really fast learner; I can’t wait to get that nice cock of yours in my pussy, just wait a minute so I can catch my breath.” “Ok” I said “Do you have a condom?” Sara laughed “Do you really think I would want to ruin that amazing cock with a condom? No way. I don’t care if I get pregnant; I just want it my pussy so bad!” I smiled, then Sara said “okay, I am ready, do you want to do the work of shall I ride you myself?” I replied “I really don’t care, but you seem more experienced than me, so you can do it.” Sara smiled, motioned for me to lean back, then climbed on top of me, lined herself up then slowly pushed down. I would imagine that she would be tight but wow, was she ever! This felt amazing, her pussy was very wet, and her tight lips were so soft! I felt really tempted to push my cock in but I said she could do it so with much effort I kept my word. She started moaning when I wasn’t even halfway in and started pulling out a bit then pushing down more and more until her cunt was completely impaled by my cock. She moaned “Oh Ryan, your cock is so big; it just fills me right up!” She started to rock back and forth, slowly gaining speed. Even though I came so much a few minutes earlier, I felt the feeling come back too soon, her pussy just felt so good! I was hoping that we could have an orgasm together, but when I felt my orgasm coming on I didn’t think her sweet pussy was able to orgasm again so soon, I gave in and pushed myself deeper into her pussy than before, Sara moaned, then I released my cum into her tight pussy and the felling of the warm semen hitting her insides sent her into a really big orgasm than caused her to yet again spray me with her juices. When I had finished cumming she was still lost in her own orgasm so I started to take over and when she started to calm down I just sped up and she launched into yet another amazing orgasm, her pussy clamped onto my cock harder than before and she was moaning really loudly, I could guess that this orgasm was more powerful than before because she was still squirting her juices! When this orgasm started to calm down she started begging “Ryan I don’t think I can handle another orgasm, I might faint from pleasure!” I decided to stop but her pussy was so abused that she had a hard time getting off my deflating dick, and she picked up her bra and panties and tried to walk to the door, but her legs didn’t want to move and she was wobbly so she just walked back and collapsed beside me into my bed and fell asleep almost instantly. I looked back at the clock and it was just about 5:00 am. So I walked to the bathroom and got a wash cloth to clean her pussy up because I didn’t want to end up walking up with semen everywhere. I walked back and closed my door, cleaned her soft pussy as much as I could, then threw the cloth into the laundry hamper and crawled back into bed. Sara was still naked so I pulled the sheets up over us, but before I fell back asleep I moved beside her, reached over and put my hand over her now clean pussy, stuck 2 fingers into its wet, sweet smelling glory and fell asleep soundly wondering what will happen the next morning. Final Note: I want your opinions, should I do a part 2? If I write part 2 what could I do better and if there is anything you would like me to write feel free to comment or PM me :)

JackassTales…Tale # 62...Readers; if you usually like my fluffy stories, then I must warn you that you most likely will not like this one! A writer’s contest has forced me to write outside my normal comfort zone. In trying to follow the contest rules, I challenged myself to pull no punches. As a result, this is my darkest tale to date. I don’t like dark tales and you may not either. If you dare to give this one a try, I will attempt to spare you with its under 4,000 word length. It wasn’t easy, but in my defense, I did my best to give this violent story a short, but happy ending. Thank you. P.S. I am so fearful of rejection here that I have denied anonymous votes. Sorry. Penny, May I Rescue you from Hell? (Part one) Pennies from Hell I gave my taxi driver an extra twenty bucks to drive me to the street he called “Hooker Hell”. According to this capable-looking man, if the pimps didn’t have guns, then they at least had switchblade knives and they weren’t the least bit hesitant to cut off dicks and balls. “Furthermore,” he had added. “There won’t be a cop in sight when you need one!” This taxi guy wasn’t the first to tell me that ‘a nice young fella like you has no business there’. I was told, ‘why not get you a piece of pussy closer to home?’ Well hell, I could have told everyone concerned that I wasn’t after a whole pie nor one single piece of pussy! At least, not today. I guess I’m just one of those guys with a ‘babyface’ look. But heck, I reckon that even at 5feet 9inches tall and a compact 160 pounds, I’m a man full grown. Okay, so what if I’m just a college freshman at an institution of higher learning ninety miles up the Hudson River from New York City. Just because I’m Kentucky born doesn’t mean I’m a dumb-hick hillbilly! Sheeeit, they don’t admit just anybody into the United States Military Academy at West Point! My taxi stopped and I was told to, ‘get out quick’, which is what I did. The checkered vehicle that was my ride sped away. Here I was left alone on the mean streets of NYC in the spring of 1971. The weather was a bit nippy so I was thankful for the lined tweed jacket I was wearing along with a pair of khaki pants. The buddy I had come to see lived on the 5th floor of a five-story Brownstone walkup. Looking up, I could guess that this grand old house had seen much, much better days than the rundown tenement house it was now. And, judging by the looks of the three young ‘ladies’ sprawled out on the front steps, I’d say the former occupants of times long past were of a more refined class. Now, I hate to be judgmental, but if those girls are not ‘females for hire’ then I’ve got shit for brains! The one on the right was blonde and wore a hiked up skirt. This one had a look about her that reminded me of a cousin back home; except that my cousin wasn’t a whore. Oh shit, there I go being judgmental again! The female in the middle was a brunette wearing pants, yet she had quite a lot of midriff showing. This gal’s cleavage nearly revealed her busty bosom. The third woman of the trio also had brunette hair but hers was cut shorter perhaps to mimic the pair of shorts she wore. “Hey boy, you lost?” the blonde questioned. “Or are you just looking for a good time!” I made a slight smile, yet I basically ignored the question. I reckon two-bit whores are the same all around the world; and I was just the fella to know. There wasn’t much room to pass these ladies on the steps, but I stepped forward to make the attempt. “How about a ‘free’ blowjob for starters?” the middle brunette asked. Before I could offer my objections or any excuse as to why I’d turn down a free BJ, this hard-looking trio of pros had my pants halfway to my knees. Hands had exposed my cock right there on the steps for any passerby’s to see. “Mmm, that’s a nice, big boy you have!” the shorts-wearing hooker said. “Girls, I’m gonna eat him first!” Well hell, if getting a blowjob was the price of admission to this building, then I guess I could pay it! Before another thought could enter my mind, a greedy mouth closed over my meaty erection. This female sucked my cock with a well-practiced expertise. My male juices responded with glee. Suddenly, this suckling lady began biting my cockflesh, she viciously squeezed my balls, and she sadistically pulled on my pubic hairs. Why this woman was being so brutal, I could only guess. Hell, I wasn’t going to stand for it, no I wasn’t! Quick as a rattlesnake’s strike, I slapped this female’s face with such venomous force her head jerked away from my cock. Damnit, I’m not a sadist, but my slap triggered a reaction I had not expected! Hanging out there pointing at a threesome of wicked ladies, my horny-hard cock exploded and sent out pressurized streams of cum. Oh glory, it was feeling so orgasmically good! In a blur of movement, the two other girls began catching my cummy cream in their hands. They smeared the milky-white fluids on their faces then came back for more. Just when I thought I could have no more orgasms, one of the gals wrapped her hand around my penile pole and began pumping out every drop of cum she could get. At the risk of repeating myself, I’ll say; two-bit whores are the same all over the world. Those whores in Saigon used cum in the same way these were using it. I have no idea if it’s dermatologically proven or not, but they say that cum is the greatest facial cream a woman can get to improve her complexion. It’s a dumbass notion, if you asked me! Well, dumbass or not, these girls drained me dry. Their tongues licked my cummy pole so clean I had no need to wash it before I pulled my pants back up. Once I was dressed, I bypassed the trio of females for hire and headed on up the steps. I kinda chuckled and thought to myself; if truth be told, that was a very good ‘free’ blowjob! I didn’t knock; I just opened the door and entered. A tall, skinny, menacing-looking black man met me. Oh hell, I guess the devil expects his due! I suppose there are consequences for every deed you do. As they say, no good deed goes unpunished. I guess pimps, like whores, are about the same whether it is NYC or the backstreet whorehouse hellholes of Saigon, Republic of Vietnam. Again, I paid no attention at a time when I should have. “Hey honkey, that will cost you fifty bucks!” the black fella emphatically said stepping into my path. “You used all three of our best women!” I sort of grinned, although not really. “Oh, I was told it was free,” I said kinda showing my ignorance. “You shit-for-brains cracker, there ain’t nothing ‘free’ in the flesh-peddling business!” I was told. “Pay up whitey or you, me, and Mr. Smith & Wesson .38 are gonna have us a hell of a loud conversation!” As he spoke, that skinny black fella pulled up his shirt revealing a gleaming revolver. Well hell, I didn’t serve three tours as an MP in ’Nam for nothing! My body was well-tuned, hard as a rock, and strong as a bull. I placed one of my hands against that fella’s chest and shoved with the force uncoiling spring-steel. At the same time, my other hand lifted the revolver from his exposed waistband. In almost slow-motion fashion, I watched as the tall pimp’s back crashed into the dingy wall. When he went down, his ass hit the floor with a thud. “Would you be talking about this here Mr. Smith & Wesson?” I inquired while holding the weapon in my hand. The skinny pimp gazed at me with a puzzled frown on his face. He wasn’t hurt, oh he wasn’t hurt at all; well, I guess maybe his pride was wounded. Injured pride often leads to serious lapses in judgment. This pimp made one of those judgmental mistakes right now; he sprang to his knees, reached into a pocket, and pulled out a stiletto-edged switchblade knife. “Oh shit nigger, don’t tell me you are so ignorant you would bring a knife to a gunfight!” I said in a frank, no nonsense way. I placed the business end of the S&W .38 against the man’s forehead. “Go ahead and ram that pig-sticker in me, but I promise you I’ll spill your inbred brains all over creation!” This asshole fleshmonger dropped his knife, yet there was no mistaking the ominous menace in his eyes. He was making plans to take my life, I’m sure. “Hey there, Asswipe,” I added. “If you’re planning on giving me more interference with my business here, then I’m gonna look up your mama, your wife, your daughters, and your sisters, and then I’m gonna take that pig-sticker of yours and cut ’em from their assholes, to their cunts, to their bellybuttons! That’ll be one bunch of nigger gals which won’t be breeding anymore ignoramuses like you!” I snatched up the pimp’s switchblade and dropped it along with the pistol into my jacket pockets. Only then did I proceed up the steps. As my foot hit the very top step to the first floor landing, I heard an unmistakable sound. Once you have heard the racking of a shell into the chamber of a pump-action shotgun, you never forget it. In my duties as an MP cop in a war-torn city, I had heard that deadly sound much too often! My body turned towards the sound instinctively. My left hand grabbed the edge of my jacket and pulled it. The right edge of my coat was pulled back far enough to reveal the leather holster at my side. Well-honed practice caused my hand to robotically react. I pulled the Browning HP model of 1935 from its sheath, aimed, and automatically fired. The semi-automatic pistol spit out two slugs. At a time like this a warrior’s mind sees more than it should. The street door opened and the skirt-wearing blonde whore came in. It should not be possible, but my eye saw my 9mm hollow-point bullets enter the pimp’s right and left eye. The speeding projectiles mushroomed inside the asshole’s brain splattering his blood, skull, and brainmatter all over the blonde. My skinny adversary and his shotgun fell to the floor. Why she did it was a mystery to me, but the blood-splattered blonde stepped forward and picked up the cocked and loaded shotgun. Would she ‘dare’ aim it at me? Goddamn, she couldn’t be THAT stupid! But yes, she was! If I chose to shoot her, she wouldn’t be the first female murderer whose life I had taken. Shit, this was as much a war as that Godforsaken, lost-cause conflict I’d left behind in ’Nam! The shotgun’s barrel raised and aimed in another slow-motion slideshow. Before it could bellow its thunderous roar, I fired my pistol. If I so chose, I could wear a uniform decorated with many ribbons and medals. Ironically, my first award was for marksmanship with a pistol. At this time, I did not intentionally aim at the gaping hole where the blonde’s shotgun would discharge its load. But, that’s where my bullet hit. Unfortunately for the whore, all of the shotgun shells in her gun’s under-barrel magazine erupted in a mutual explosion. Bloody holes appeared on the woman’s blouse. Buckshot ripped ragged holes in titties, belly, and neck. The shotgun again fell to the floor, but the wounded whore remained standing. She began screaming; she was screaming bloody murder! Her fellow females for hire entered the front door. They soon assessed the situation, and then decided not to pursue vengeance; at least not while a pistol was aimed at them. What was that the cab driver said? When trouble comes there won’t be a cop in sight! In a way, that was fine with me. In another way, the statement wasn’t true. I was a cop! I was a freshman student at West Point, but I was also a three-tour veteran of war, a twenty-two year old Military Police Captain, and a college instructor teaching urban warfare. The mean streets of NYC had nothing over those of Saigon! (Part two) If I had a Penny With no more apparent resistance, I headed on up to see my friend. On the way up, I reloaded my pistol. The 1935 Browning HP was the first military pistol to have a high capacity, staggered column magazine for 13 rounds plus one loaded in the chamber. This was never the adopted handgun for the United States Army, but it was my preference for handguns. I liked this particular weapon so much I was armed with two in holsters strapped to my belt. I suppose I was armed and loaded for bear, but if pimps and whores were to be my enemy then I would defend myself. The remainder of my five story assent was made without incident. I found Room 501 easily, but it was kinda hard to read the brass nameplate on the door in the dimly lit hallway. As my eyes became adjusted to the dimness, I read; Empress Suite Best Cunt in House Bring Money Voices sounded inside. I recognized one voice as that belonging to the friend I had come to see. Just then, an ear-piercing scream resounded from inside Room 501. Goddamnit, that was Penny May screaming! I knew how to burst through a whorehouse door to arrest AWOL soldiers or to kill enemy combatants, so I burst through this door immediately. The sight I saw made my blood boil. A heavyset woman was administering a hypodermic needle into the vein of a beautiful blonde woman kneeling on a narrow bed. A fat, balding white man was ramming his cock into the young, nude woman’s cunt while a burly black man was thrusting his enormous cock into her asshole. *** For the next few milliseconds, memory took me back to my first sighting of 1st Lieutenant Penelope Maytower. I had awakened from an operation resulting from a gunshot wound to my leg. I saw the angelic vision of the most beautiful woman on earth! I knew it was earth because my leg hurt like hell, yet this female’s beauty made me question my sanity and wish I was in heaven where she lived. Okay, so she was just an Army nurse, but this only enhanced her enticing allure. Over the next few days, I heard soldiers from beds near mine say things like: “Penny, may I have a glass of water?”; “Penny, may I have a magazine?”; “Penny, may I have a candy bar?” Lieutenant Penelope Maytower’s name, rank, and serial number was affectionately reduced to ‘Penny May’. Through my MP contacts, I discovered that Penny May often used marijuana to help dull the aches of seeing young men suffering and dying. It couldn’t be proven, but it was rumored that she also occasionally snorted coke. “Damnit, Penny,” I asked one night. “Why don’t you leave that hard stuff alone? Go home if you can’t take this war!” At that moment, Penny happened to have her hand under my sheet. She was jacking me off. Whether or not she jerked off other cocks in the ward, I didn’t know. I only knew for sure that she either sucked or jacked off mine just about every night! “Damnit yourself, Jason Johnson,” Penny May replied. “Why don’t ‘you’ go home? This is your 3rd Purple Heart wound. You have two Bronze Stars, three Silver Stars, a Medal of Honor, and a battlefield promotion to make you an Officer and a Gentleman. Why are you staying here and what do you have to prove?” After my release from the Army hospital, Penny May and I spent two glorious weeks of R&R in Hawaii kissing, fondling, and fucking while hardly ever leaving our bed. This young woman was certainly hot-to-trot with me and I must have deposited gallons of semen and sperm into her slippery pussy. I knew my bedmate was not on the pill, yet she never asked me to wear a condom. Oh well, people do crazy things during wartime. Oddly, I didn’t see Penny May after those two weeks. She resigned her commission and went home to Virginia. I went back to my unit, served out my third tour, and then got the full-ride offer to West Point. Rumors came to me that my former nurse and lover had reverted to drugs and that she had resorted to prostitution to finance her habits. Finally, I couldn’t stand to think of the emotionally scared young woman being used like that. I went looking for her. *** And now, I had found her in a whorehouse with needles and cocks stuck into her beautiful body! In three years of war, I had never committed an act of intentional brutality. I had killed. Oh, I had killed many! But, I knew I could always contain my rage at injustice. I now knew I was being caught up in the uncontrollable madness of temporary insanity. Without thinking, I withdrew my two pistols from their holsters. I fired each. No, I did not kill those men, shit, that would have been too sane! My marksmanship was proven when my bullets struck the two cocks rammed into my friend. Guttural, animalistic screams filled the Empress Suite. Blood spurted in pressurized streams as the two men grabbed their wounded privates and squirmed on the floor. The heavyset woman had refilled her hypodermic syringe and she was now aiming its needle at Penny May’s neck. “Drop the guns, asshole, or I’ll give this girl an injection which will fry her brains!” I had seen men with drug-fried brains and I knew it was not a pretty sight. In the midst of my insanity, I did what I had to do. I fired my guns again. I think I considered the placement of one of my 9mm rounds to be one my best shots ever. The bullet shattered the hypodermic vial containing a lethal dose of drugs. My other projectile had entered the heavyset woman’s temple and exited through the other side. Before I hurriedly dressed Penny May, I had to pull a couple of inches of the black man’s cock out of her asshole. Sheeeit, the swollen penile piece was still hard and was dripping cum! I shoved the cummy, bleeding piece into the nigger boy’s mouth. I’m not normally a racist, but my insanity seemed to be bringing out the worst in me. My Southern upbringing was reminding me of the lynching of black fellas who dared touch a white girl with sexual intent! I threw a half-dressed, half-conscious Penny May over my shoulder and started down the five flights of stairs. God have mercy on the life of any pimp or whore who tried to prevent my departure from this hellish place because I knew I would have no mercy at all! Death had visited this house too often this day, yet he could certainly visit again. (Part three) Pennies from Heaven Although it was technically against the rules, I moved myself and Penny May into married officers housing at West Point. Drug withdrawal is a bitch which can test the metal of the most determined foe. Well Bitch, meet your match! By the time the spring semester was over, Penny May and I had beaten the drug-bitch into the ground. Oh, we both knew she might raise her head at some time in the future, but together we could combat her. I stayed on at West Point that summer to teach a hands-on course of urban warfare in a full-sized, simulated cityscape. If any of my students became complacent, I quickly awakened them with live-fire gunshots fired at close range. Surprisingly, Penny May was allowed to reenlist and serve as a stateside Army nurse once more. I knew she was happy now because she hummed or sang all the time. This woman’s days of being a female for hire were over for good. She was now a wife and a hopeful mother. In an effort to get herself impregnated, she fucked me like the devil every chance she could get. Of course now our sex play, our fondling, our kissing, and our continuous screwing might have something to do with the fact that we were two wounded souls who had found rescue, recovery, and salvation by falling madly in love! I knew I didn’t have to ask, but I often did just because I wanted to: “Penny, may I kiss your precious lips?”; “Penny, may I play with your tantalizing tits?”; “Penny, may I slip my horny, hard cock into your sweet, wet pussy?” As my lover, my wife, and the love of my live, Penny May never said no!

Part 1 My name is Dave, I'm single, 25 and I live on my own in a house which doubles as a photography studio. I'm also a self-employed photographer. I was on my way home from a photo shoot recently, when I decided to call in to my parents and say hello. I had my own set of keys and let myself in but no one was home. I sat in the kitchen, made a coffee and waited for someone to come home as I had no plans for the rest of the day and I hadn't seen my family for a while. Just as I was wondering if anyone was going to come home at all, I heard a key in the front door. The door opened and my little sister, Sophie came in, dressed in her school uniform. Sophie was 16 and is one of the nicest people I know. She's always happy, she always cheers other people up and in general she's just a pleasure to be around. 'Hey soph' I said as she came into the kitchen. 'Hey bro!' she squealed and jumped onto my lap to give me a big hug. My sister Sophie and I had always got on very well. We had no other brothers or sisters, so over the years we became very close and she always called me a 'proper big brother', because I always looked out for her. 'Where are mom and dad?' I asked as she jumped up from my lap to grab herself a coffee. While she stood at the counter, I noticed how short her school skirt was. I remembered loving girls that wore short skirts when I was in school. I also noticed that her legs were slender and, for a petite girl, very long too. 'Is this fresh?' she asked. 'Yep, two minutes ago' I replied. 'Er... I can't remember where they said they were going to be honest' said Sophie as she took her first sip of coffee. 'And I suppose you don't know what time they'll be back?' 'Nope, sorry'. 'No worries' I said and we went on to have a conversation about what she had been up to lately. Not much, apparently. All the usual stuff that a teenager gets up to! 'Well, if you don't know when they're gonna be back, then I'll just head home I suppose. Tell them I called in and ask mom to ring me if she wants.' 'Ok bro, no problem. Before you go, I was wondering... could I come around some time and get you to take some nice shots of me?' 'Yeah, of course sis. What for?' 'Oh, no reason really. I just want to have some good photos of myself. I'll probably just put them on Facebook to begin with.' 'Well, ok, if you want to, that's no problem. I'm free this weekend if you want to come over? In fact, do you want to stay over this weekend? It's been ages since you stayed over. We can get a few movies, lots of munchies and totally veg out for the weekend. What do ya say?' 'Wow!' said Sophie, clearly excited. 'That's a great idea, it's been, like, a year or two since I stayed! I hope mom and dad let me.' 'Don't you worry about mom and dad, I'll give them a call. Just be ready to go straight after school on Friday!' 'Ok, cool. I can't wait!' she said with a little jump of excitement. I said goodbye, got into my car and started to drive home. On the drive home my mind drifted to Sophie's legs when she was at the kitchen counter. I thought again about how slender and sexy... oh my god... I realised I was thinking about how sexy my little sister's legs were! 'What the fuck is wrong with me' I thought to myself and shook the thought from my mind. My thoughts then went to the glamour shoot I would be doing tomorrow. A cute, little brunette who is trying to launch a modeling career of sorts! She was due around in the early morning, so I needed to get a good sleep. The next morning I awoke, with a fresh, clear mind. My model arrived on time and we sat down for a coffee. We chatted about the type of pictures she wanted and I showed her some examples of previous work I had done. She basically wanted some classy nude shots for her portfolio. After showing her my previous work, she pointed out a few pictures that she liked and said she wanted something similar. I told her no problem! 'I'll try to make you as comfortable as I can today, but please, don;t be afraid to speak up if I do something you don't like, or if you think of something that you do like' I told her as she went behind the screen to change into a robe. 'So far, so good' she said. 'You've made me feel very comfortable so far, so I think we'll get on just fine'. 'I normally like to study my subject before I start shooting. I hope that's ok with you. It lets me see the best angle for lights to create dramatic shadows and get the best from the shoot.' 'No, that's ok' she said. 'What do you want me to do?' 'If you could just stand here, in front of this light please and drop your robe to the floor whenever you're ready.' Amy (that was her name) stood where I directed her to and gently untied the waistband from the robe. She then lifted her hands to her shoulders and gently pushed the black, silky robe back off her shoulders so that it fell to the floor. She was beautiful. She was tall and blonde with a slender, toned body. She had medium sized breasts with small, dark, pink nipples. Her pubic area was completely shaven, or probably waxed, it was so smooth. I moved to her and studied her from head to toe, taking in every curve, every freckle, every dimple. I turned some lights on and and others off and was amazed by the effects the lights had on the beautiful curves of her body. I spent around 10 minutes studying her tall, elegant body before taking any shots. The photo shoot lasted around 2 hours and Amy left extremely happy with the additional pics to her portfolio. I had no other work booked for the rest of the week so I just relaxed, got some chores done around the house that had been bugging me for ages and took some nice pics of some birds in my back garden. Sophie was due on Friday so I did some shopping, stocked up on munchies and beer and bought a few blu-ray movies for us to watch. It was Friday before I knew it and I drove around to my parents house to pick up Sophie. I knew it was too early for her to be home from school so I thought I'd have a chat with my parents while I waited. I had already called them during the week to clear Sophie's stay. They had no objections. We chatted for a bit, about the usual stuff, and then Sophie was at the door - much earlier than usual. 'You're early' my mother said as Sophie came into the kitchen where we were all sitting. 'Yeah, I knew Dave would be waiting for me so I didn't have my usual chat with my mates after school' she said, almost out of breath. 'There was no hurry you know. I would have waited!' I said noticing her difficulty breathing. She shrugged. 'Have you got a bag packed?' I asked. 'She had a bag packed 5 minutes after I told her she could go' said my mother, looking over at Sophie with raised eyebrows. 'Right then, go get changed and we'll go' I said to Sophie, who was now getting her breath back. 'No, I'm ok, I have lots of clothes in my bag' she said. 'But mom will want to wash your school uniform' 'It's ok, I have a spare uniform cleaned for her. Go on, get out of here you two' my mom said, probably eager to have a bit of peace and quiet from the teenager! We left my parents house and were back at mine shortly after. Part 2 Sophie ran around the entire house, seeing what had changed since last time she had visited. I was standing in the hallway when she ran by me and I noticed a white flash of panties when her skirt bounced up and down as she ran up the stairs. 'Stop it' I thought. It was very hard not to notice how cute Sophie looked. First of all, she was in her school uniform - I mean c'mon! Her skirt was so short that most of the time it was hard to avoid seeing her white cotton panties. She had white sports socks on bunched down around her ankles and pink and white trainers. On top she wore a white blouse, which was a little see-through and underneath she was obviously wearing a white sports bra which covered her little boobs which were barely bumps. She was petite with a very athletic figure, slender legs, brown, straight hair down passed her shoulders (although it was now in a pony tail) and the greenest eyes you've ever seen. Green like the finest jade. 'You haven't done much since last time' she said bouncing back down the stairs towards me. 'I've been very busy with work. For the last few days I've been finishing off some glamour shots I did earlier in the week. It takes time you know! Anyway, I don't want to 'do much' with my house. I like it a lot the way it is.' 'Oh, me too. I'm just saying.' she replied with a big cheesy grin. 'So, where do you want to start? What are ya in the mood for? Food? Movie? Music?' 'Well, I think I'll go and get changed now and put some stuff away. Ok if I take the usual room?' she asked politely. 'It's your room Soph, you don't need to ask!' I told her. I have a couple of spare rooms in the house so why not let her have her own space when she visits? 'Thanks bro. won't be long. Don't miss me too much.' 'I think I'll manage ya cheeky minx.' I told her as I started to shuffle through my music. I decided to go for my 'happy' play list since I was in a good mood. Sophie came down a few minutes later having changed out of her school uniform. She was now wearing a pink tank top with thin shoulder straps. It was very tight on her, noticeably around the waist and it revealed the shape of her slim, flat belly. Her little boobs were just small points pushing loosely into the cotton of her top, not really revealing a shape. I didn't notice any bra straps on her shoulders. She was also wearing very loose pink pyjama bottoms, like jog pants, tied tightly around the waist. She had let her hair down to and taken her trainers off but was still wearing her white socks. She looked amazing. 'Hey' she said with a little cheeky grin as she came into the sitting room where I was witting, listening to music. 'Who's this?' she asked, pointing to my speakers. 'This is... the Spencer Davis Group. Gimme Some Lovin'. One of my favourites.' 'I like it. Makes me want to dance. You want to dance?' 'Not sober I said. You know me.' 'Well, ok, but if you get drunk later, I want to dance' she insisted. I nodded in agreement. 'So bro, (she rarely called me Dave) can I see some pics from the ones you took this week?' 'Well, I'm not really supposed to you know. Client privacy and all that.' I replied to her. 'Oh, just a peek' she pleaded with puppy dog eyes. 'Ok. Just a peek' I said. 'Come on.' We went in to the studio and sat down at the desk where the computers were. 'Here, on this one' I said gesturing to a particular PC. 'Actually, I'll put them on the big screen. Sit down on the couch there.' It was a nicely furnished studio. I have frequently got more people in there than just the subjects I'm shooting so I want everyone to be comfortable. We both sat back on the couch after I turned the PC on and grabbed the mouse and remote. 'Ok, let me see' I said, scrolling through images. 'Don't forget that these are glamour shots so you'll see some nudity' I cautioned Sophie as I found the right folder. 'Well, I should hope so!' she replied with a big grin.I sat back comfortably on the couch and Sophie rested her head on my shoulder and held the top of my arm with both hands as she got comfortable beside me. She pulled her legs in under her and let out a deep sigh. "Ok, go!' she demanded. 'Right... here we go then' I said as I started a slideshow. The first few images were close ups of the girl's face and eyes. 'Wow, she's really stunning.' Sophie remarked, looking at the model on screen. 'Yeah, she's a hottie alright.' 'Do you fancy her?' she asked me. 'No. I think she's beautiful but that doesn't mean I fancy her. If I fancied every beautiful woman I worked with, I'd be like a demented pervert! They all have to go home afterwards hahaha.' Sophie let out a giggle and said 'Oh, I suppose so. I forgot that you get see this all of the time' The next photograph on screen was a picture of Amy's (the model) legs only. The background was competely dark and Amy's legs were coming in from the side of the frame, lit up by the studio flashes. 'Oh, wow, that looks so cool.' Sophie said as she gasped in the way that only teenage girls can do. As she was lying her head on me, I looked down towards her. The top of her pink vest had stuck out in a v so that the top of her chest was slightly exposed. I could see her skin was completely clear. No freckles, no blemishes. Perfectly clear, pale smooth skin. I dared to look down further still and saw that her right nipple was almost visible down the neck of her top. She was lying her head on my arm and I was considerably taller than her, so I could clearly see down her top if or when she moved into the right position. She moved slightly and I saw a darker pink ring of flesh, indicating the edge of her areola. Indeed she wasn't wearing a bra. My thoughts went wild. For fuck sake, this was my little sister. She was probably the most important person in the world to me and here I was looking down her top trying to sneak a peek at her nipple. Not only that, but she was only 16. I was 9 years older than her. Even if we weren't related, it would be wrong. Legal but still wrong. I put my thoughts back to the moment. The pictures continued scrolling. The next picture was a nipple close up. It was the first 'rude' picture so far. It was done very tastefully, lighting the nipple from the side to give a dramatic shadow effect under the nipple. 'Wow, that looks amazing' Sophie commented. 'It's so clear and so...' 'Dramatic?' I asked. 'Sexy.' she replied. 'Really? You think that it's a sexy shot? I mean, that's the idea but I'm surprised to hear you say that. I guess I don;t know you as well as I though.' 'Oh, I think you know me better than anyone but it's only recently that I've started to appreciate the human body.' I couldn't believe my little sister was saying this. She reminded me os myself at her age! 'That's great, so you maybe thinking about photography as a possible career? I mean, I know you're only 16 but with teachers ranting on the way they do these days, you must have some idea what you want to do?' I asked her. 'I thought about photography, painting and writing.' she said. 'Wow, very creative eh? Good stuff sis. You ever need any help or inspiration, you just let me know.' 'Oh, thanks bro. I love you.' 'I love you too Sophie.' I replied as we hugged. 'So c'mon' she said. 'More pics' The next few pictures were more variations on the nipple picture that Sophie had commented on. Next were some full body shots with the model 'wearing' a plain white bed sheet to hide her modesty. Then came the full body nude shots. The first was of Amy lying on her back, with the camera shooting from her side over her belly. I used a very wide angle lens to get Amy's full body in from close up and her smooth, hairless body imitated the rolling dunes of a huge desert. You couldn't see Amy's feet or head. 'Holy shit, that looks amazing' Sophie said after staring at the image for a few seconds. 'I didn't know what I was looking at at first but now I see. Wow.' 'You like that eh?' I asked her. 'Oh yeah. I'd love a shot like that of me.' I gulped in astonishment at her remark. My heart started to beat a lot faster. My breathing got a little heavier...

Autors Note: Sorry for the long wait between updates. I started some night classes and so I have even less free time now. Plus I had to rewrite this chapter three times from scratch, so I hope you enjoy it. I have blocked the comments because there are far to many retards visiting this site, if you have something to say to me pm via my profile page Thanks! Supernatural Nation: Chapter 9 Chapter 9: The End The next morning Anthony was awake before the sun arose. He quietly slipped out of bed, without disturbing the others, and headed for the bathroom. After a quick shower he made his way into the kitchen and began making breakfast. "Couldn't sleep either?" He spun in surprise at the voice to find Eliza standing behind him in the kitchen doorway. "No, I'm too worried about tomorrow. I'm almost certain that the meeting tomorrow will go badly, but I keep worrying and hoping that it will turn out better than I expect it to. If the meeting tomorrow takes a turn for the worst people are probably going to die. I just wish there was some way to guarantee a peaceful resolution or, at the very least, a bloodless one. I woke up after maybe an hour of sleep and just lay there thinking, wonder if we are doing the right thing," Anthony said and turned back to the stove and continued preparing the food. Eliza walked over to him and grabbed his arm forcing him to turn back and face her so she could see the worry in his eyes. "We are doing the right thing. Tomorrow could go completely pear-shaped and we could lose a lot of people but freedom is worth it. The supernatural beings of this world won't have to live in the shadows anymore. After tomorrow, one way or another, they'll be exposed. If we succeed we will all be free and if we fail... If we fail we will escape with everyone we can save and begin again somewhere new," she said and wrapped her arms around his waist squeezing him tightly. He sighed into her hair and returned her embrace and tried to relax and not think about the coming day. "I do have some good news for you though," she said in a sing-song voice and reached into her back pocket. She pulled out a silver cigar case and presented it to him with it laying across her palm. "Thanks! Now I can take up smoking cigars, knowing with certainty that my smokes will alway be fresh," he said with mock enthusiasm and lifted his arms in a triumphant pose. Not amused she punched him in the stomach and his breath whooshed out with a grunt. "Dork, it isn't a cigar case. It is an applicator for medication," she announced and snatched it from his hand. "See these buttons," she asked and turned the case to display four tiny buttons jutting from the side of the tube he hadn't seen. "The green one is to inject the medicine. You just press the tip to the patient and press the button," which she did and an inch long needle shot out and retracted almost too fast to see. "No medicine came out," Anthony observed. "Thank you Captain Obvious," she said still miffed at his belittling her work. "The applicator will only release the medicine inside if it meets resistence, like skin for example. The yellow button is to load the next dose, which is stored in the applicator. It can hold up to five doses. The red button ejects the doses capsules in the applicator. Lastly, the black button will trigger a self-destruct, which will disintegrate the applicator not blow it up," she said and handed it back to him. "Nifty, what medicine is in it," he asked confused and she laughed and shook her head. "What medicine did you ask for doofus," she asked and stepped closer, leaning her head against his chest. It took him a few moments but he remembered and a smile split his face. "This is the vampire aging medicine," he asked to be sure and she nodded rubbing her face against his chest with the motion. He tugged on her hair until she tilted her head back, then he kissed her deeply. "I love you," he told her. "Me too," she replied. "I'm gonna go tell Kira the good news, you want to come," he asked. She shook her head and released him before turning to the stove. "You go ahead I'll just finished making the breakfast that you started," she told him and with a thought he was gone. He appeared at the club in Jenny's empty office. He exited and nearly ran Jenny over as she was going in the opposite direction. She gave him a quick "Hi" before she hurried into her office. "Everything okay," Anthony asked and followed her in. "Yes, everything is fine, just busy. Everyone is packing and bringing their families to the club so we can be teleported to the space station if the world leaders reject us," she said and dropped into her chair with a relieved sigh. "Good, where is Kira? I have a present for her," he said with a grin. "She's at the bar eating breakfast. What is it," Anthony smiled and turned and left the office without answering. Curious, Jenny rose and followed after him as he made his way through the halls to the door leading out into the club proper. "Kira," he called when he spotted her and began walking towards her. Even though the club was closed the room was filled with vampires and their families along with their luggage. Kira turned at the sound of her name being, her fork only halfway to her mouth, and spotted him. She let the fork clatter to her plate and leap off her stool and with a squeal ran at him. She moved with vampire swiftness, since the sun hadn't risen yet, and leapt into his arms. They collided with a hollow thud, at the impact Anthony staggered and would have fallen if not for Jenny placing a steadying hand on his back. He smiled a thanks over his shoulder at her before focusing his attention on the squirming vampire child in his arms. "I have something for you," he said and pulled the medication applicator from his pocket. She looked at it with excitement, happiness, and confusion showing on her face but took it from his hands. "What is it," she asked, studying the silver object. "Remember how I said I would see about making you a grownup," he asked. "Yeah," she answered. "Well, that applicator holds the medicine to do it," he said. Her face brightened to joy as the confusion dropped away and her hold on the thing became delicate, as if she was afraid she might break it. "When can I change? Will it hurt? What will I look like," she asked rapid fire and shoved it back into his hand. "We can do it now, I don't know if it will hurt, and you will look beautiful," he said with a chuckle and set her down with a kiss on the forehead. "You'll need to undress, we don't want the dress to hurt you when to get bigger," he told her and her hand immediately began undoing then button on the front. Alarmed that she was doing this in front of everyone he pulled a blanket from thin air and wrapped it around her just before she finished the last button and shrugged it off, letting it slide to the floor. "Hold this and stick out your arm," he told her and she gripped the blanket by her neck extended an arm through the split in the front. He put the applicator to her arm and pressed the green button and Kira flinched as the needle pierced her flesh. They stood waiting few a moment but nothing happened and Kira was becoming impatient. "It didn't work," she said sadly and let her head droop. Anthony's heart clenched at her misery and he hugged her to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist in return and the blanket was held in place pinned between them. Suddenly Kira began to grow, and in the space of five seconds the top of her head touched Anthony's chin. He smiled happily and looked down into a smiling face and ruby colored eyes. He could still see Kira in the face of the girl who clung to him. Her face was still adorably cute and innocent looking, but devoid of the baby fat it looked more mature. Her eyes had changed to the same vibrant liquid red of a flawless ruby and they sparkled with joy. He leaned down to kiss her forehead but she tilted her head back and their lips pressed together softly. It was only then that he notice that her abrupt increase in height had dislodged the blanket, causing it to part in the front. While her naked, now fully matured, body pressed against his front her body was hidden from the rest of the room by the blanket. He instantly began to harden at the feel of her soft breasts pressed tightly to his chest, and she grinned as she felt his rise. With a gulp, and a twinge of regret, he let his magic flow over her to form a dress. The top part hung from her shoulders by two straps and dipped dangerously exposing a lot of her now ample cleavage and extended to below her breasts, baring a good six inches of pale flawless skin of her belly. Two pieces of fabric descended along her sides to attach the skirt and the top. The skirt road low on her hips, falling to her ankles, and when she stepped back to examine her new outfit it flared with her every movement. "Guess I'd better not twirl or everyone would get a free show huh," she asked jokingly. Anthony blushed realizing that he'd forgotten to give her panties and rectified it with a thought. She lifted the front of her dress, only he was in a position to see, and examined the lacy black panties he created. "Very nice," she said with a grin and let the fabric fall back into place. Anthony notice the silence in the room and looked around to find everyone staring at them in shocked disbelief. "What," he asked confused and Jenny grinned. "It's nothing, you'd think by now that anything you do wouldn't surprise us," she replied and a chuckle ran through the room and everyone went back to what they had been doing. Kira moved closer drawing his attention and smiled when she caught his eyes. "So how about now," she asked. "What do you mean," Anthony asked, confused. "I asked you once if you'd marry me too, when I got bigger. Now I'm bigger," she said and held out her arms and twirled to display herself to him. He licked his lips as he ogled her but he didn't know if she was mature enough to understand what she was asking, yet. She read the indecision and desire on his face and stepped close enough that her chest caressed his and waited for him to look down at her. When he did she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on the tip of her toes to whisper in his ear. "I was an eight hundred year old vampire trapped in an eight year old's body, my intellect and mental maturity constantly fighting against my under developed body and childlike instincts. Even being stuck so young, I acquired certain... hungers I just didn't have an outlet with a decent person. Every night since I met you I have played with myself imagining it was you, but I knew you wouldn't touch my body as it was. Now I know you want me, I can see it, and I will not let you deny me," she said softly than roughly grabbed his hair and forced his mouth to hers. Speechless he returned her kiss with a passion that matched hers. "A little excited are we," she asked with a lusty laugh and ground against his erection, which was fighting to burst free of his pants. She stopped and pulled away laughing again at his involuntary moan of displeasure. "Let's go somewhere a little less public," she said and shot him a smoldering look over her shoulder. She blurred from the room at vampire speed with Anthony close on her heels not even paying attention to where they were going, just moving his body to match hers. In a few seconds they were standing in Jenny's office and Anthony closed the door and locked it. She swept her arm across the desk sweeping all the stuff to the ground and turned back to the door. She saw Anthony's surprised expression and chuckled before sliding one of the straps from her shoulder, baring the perfect porcelain skin beneath. "Are you surprised? I bet you didn't know that I was such a dirty girl to have fantasized doing it with you on Jenny's desk before," she said and pushed the other strap off and the dress began to slide down but caught on her breasts. She smiled at him and began sway her hips and the movement dislodged the dress, which dropped to her feet in a pile. Anthony swallowed still unmoving as she dropped the panties and bra he'd made for her, to the floor. She smiled at him and stepped backwards and lifted herself to the desk behind her, where she spread her legs lewdly. Anthony's breathing was nothing but labored pants and she smiled at him and slid a finger into her mouth before dragging it down her body to run along the outside of her pussy. She moaned at the contact and watched him through heavily lidded eyes as she dipped a finger into herself and brought it up to her mouth. "Whenever you decide what you want to do, just go ahead," she said after she withdrew the finger. Faster then an eyeblink he was there, mouth at the junction of her legs, and she moaned as he devoured her. She was the quietest woman he'd ever touched. Her panting breath, moans, and squeals as he licked and sucked where so low that a human standing in the room not looking at them wouldn't have been aware of their actions except by the smell of sex she was giving off. Anthony with his enhanced hearing heard and smiled at the sounds not stopping what he was doing. She reached climax quickly and when she did her back arched into an almost sitting position and her legs wrapped around his head trapping him in place while her hands fisted in his hair. After almost a minute she went limp as if someone had cut the puppet strings controlling her. Anthony carefully extricated himself from her legs and stood, towering over her limp form as she lay dazed from the pleasure. He grinned before situating himself between her thighs as she lay unresponsive. He waited there, just running his hands over every part of her body that he could reach, waiting for her to recover. Finally, after several agonizing minutes that felt like an eternity to Anthony she moved. His cock ached and was demanding that he take her, Now! "What are you waiting for," she asked lifting her head and looking down to where his body remained poised ready to enter her. "You to be fully aware. Are you sure about this," he asked. She gave him an odd look before answering him. "What would you do if I said I'm not sure, let's stop here," she asked looking into his eyes. Anthony's jaw clenched in disappointment and a shudder ran down as he fought against his body and his instincts and started to step backwards. Feeling his withdrawal Kira's legs shot up and wrapped around his hips and stopping him from moving away from her. "I didn't say stop, I was only curious. I now have the answer, so let get started," she demanded and tightened her legs to pull him forward. She only partially succeeded in her plan by managing to bring him to her but his angle of approach was wrong and instead of sliding into her he slid up along her wet lips and over her clit. She groaned in frustrated pleasure at being denied what she wanted and gratefulness at the wonderful contact. "Please," she whimpered and bucked against him trying to angle her self but only managed to stroke them both a couple of times. Anthony did nothing just watched her and enjoyed the sensations her motions were giving him. "Please," she repeated her whimper now tinged with audible desperation and her bucking becoming quicker and more erratic. On an up thrust Anthony seized her hips and lifted, positioning her entrance above his throbbing erection, and released her. Without hesitation she jerked her hips down as soon as he removed her grip. She scream a mix of pleasure and pain and she climaxed and Anthony tore through her hymen. Anthony froze, gritting his teeth against the exquisite feel of her silken walls clenching and releasing around him and the pure torture of not moving in the heavenly warmth gripping him. He waited until she began to move before beginning to thrust smooth and slow until she became used to the sensations. He paid attention to her body looking for signal on how to proceed and after a few minutes she began tightening her legs to drive him deeper and faster. He obliged her unspoken demand and picked up the pace and then leaned in to kiss her. He was only slightly surprised to find her fangs distended and didn't bat and eyelash when one of her fangs nicked his tongue. She moaned into his mouth and began suck on his tongue enthusiastically while her hips began thrusting rapidly up to meet his thrusts. He growled and sped up to match her thrusts as he enjoyed the intoxicating taste of her mouth mixed with the copper of his own blood. "Now," she screamed ripping her mouth from his and arching her body as she exploded into another orgasm. "Yes," she cried out again when she felt the warmth of Anthony cumming deep inside her. Anthony collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him in place. "That was much better than I fantasized it would be," she said after her breathing returned to normal. "I aim to please," Anthony said with a chuckle, his face resting sideways using one of her breasts as a pillow. "I wonder how big they are," Kira said cupping her free breast squeezing it slightly. "I'd say at least a C-cup," Anthony guessed while he watched her fondle her own chest. "You should probably get going it is almost time for you to head to the UN meeting," Kira said suddenly. Anthony's eyes shot to the clock and saw that he only had five minutes before he'd be late. He leapt up and hurriedly got dressed leaned over Kira, who hadn't moved, and gave her a kiss. "Sorry about the hasty goodbye but I've got a meeting," he said let out a laugh at how normal that line would have sounded coming from someone else and vanished. "If he doesn't get here soon I'll-," Liz was saying as she paced back and forth when he appeared. "Where were you," she demanded and marched towards him with a glare. "Uhh," he said backing away from her. She was moving faster and when she came closer she sniffed and her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "You were off having sex while we were here waiting for you? With who exactly we were all here," she asked her voice deceptively calm and completely at odds with the pissed look on her face. "Umm," he said still backing away to stay out of her reach. "I suspect to was with Kira," Eliza said nonplussed from the couch. Liz eyes shot open in surprise and when she saw the guilty low on his her face shifted from pissed to murderous. Her eyes silvers in power and a sudden gust of wind slammed into Anthony's chest lifting him bodily and pinning him to the wall. "You touched a child? That's fucking sick," she screamed, her voice barely audible over the howl of the wind, as she held him pinned. At first Anthony had been surprised by her reaction until he heard her accusation and his surprise shift to hurt and anger. He let his own power free and he dropped to his feet as then wind she had summon parted around him by his will alone. He took an angry step towards her his anger flaring that she could think he would do something so repulsive but stopped himself after that one step. He figured that Eliza hadn't taken them, leaving him to break the news when he wanted, but that she didn't trust him hurt more than her accusations. He let his head fall forward his midnight hair cascading forward and obscuring the pained expression on his luminous face. He turned and walked out of the room, ignoring Liz's magic as she tried to pull him back into the room. She turned back to the room still fuming only to catch of Eliza standing behind her skin and eyes glowing with power before pain exploded in the side of her face. "How dare you," Eliza demanded through gritted teeth rubbing her hand on her hip. It took Liz a moment to understand that Eliza had slapped her since the unexpected blow had dazed her. "You expect me to just look the other way when he molested a child," Liz demanded when she could speak again. He powers faded and her eyes reverted to normal as she rubbed her tender check. Eliza growled deep in her chest like a canine and took a step forward but Risa was there and grabbed her sister's arm. "This is Anthony we're talking about do really think he would harm a child," Eliza said, her disgust clear in her tone. Liz opened her mouth to shoot back a reply but Eliza's words sank in and she paused. She had to admit that it didn't sound like him at all but she had seen his guilty look. "You said he was having sex with Kira and I saw the look of guilt on his face," Liz said looking up at Eliza confuse and Eliza's face softened slightly but still look severe. "I finished the vampire aging medicine last night and he took it to Kira this morning. As for the guilty look you accused him off having sex while we were waiting for him and he was so he would look guilty for that now wouldn't he," Eliza explained. Liz's eyes widened in understanding and then horror as she fully grasped her mistake and she scrambled to her feet and ran from the room after Anthony. "We're going to be late," Eliza said looking over at the clock on the wall. Five minutes after Liz followed after Anthony her moans could be heard from the backroom and they all opened themselves to share in the two siblings' pleasure. Thirty minutes after Anthony had arrived home they were all once again standing in the living room all ready to go. "Alright, once we get there Kylie will seal all the doors and Risa will take care of any guards in the room. Liz stay with me and feel free to offer any advice that you might have," Anthony ordered and they all nodded. He smiled in return and with a thought moved them all into the room filled with the world leaders or at least their representatives. The room was not unlike the ampitheatre that he'd had held the gathering of the supernaturals in, with the exception that the previous one had been constructed of white marble and this one was wood and plush chairs. Anthony and the others appeared on the stage behind the President, who happened to be speaking. "This is why I believe we should form a...," was all the President could say before the his guards, four of them, having become immediately aware of their presence drew their weapons and began shouting orders. Risa and Kylie moved at the same instant, Risa flashed forward so fast she was nothing but a blur even to Anthony's eyes so he doubted that the humans even saw her coming. She was back standing beside him all the while a loud groaning echoed through the room as Kylie warped the wooden doors shut and reinforced them. Kylie handed him the guns she had taken from the guards and examine them curiously. He'd always wanted to use one before and he had to fight back his desire to begin dismantling them to see exactly how they were put together. Instead he willed them to melt and they liquified in his palm like and ice-cube in a bonfire, and slid off to puddle at his feet. Everyone stared at the black puddle of metal on the ground in disbelief as Anthony looked up and studied them. "There is no need for violence we just want to talk," Anthony said drawing all of their attention to him. "Talk about what," the president asked pulling his arm from the grip of one of his guards, who was still trying to moved him away from the stage all the while shoot hostile glares at Anthony. "Existence, or more precisely the existence of sentient beings on this planet other than humans. Also on how we might co-exist peacefully now that humans will be aware of their existence," Anthony explained. The president stared at him open-mouthed and then chuckled before bursting into loud guffaws. Some of the other delegates joined him in his laughter, while some looked at Anthony with pity, some with disgust, and others with expressionless faces. Anthony said nothing he just let his power lose in his body and his skin fade to show the molten energy running through him and his midnight hair blew in a breeze that wasn't there. Kylie and Risa followed his example and their blood-red power was more beautiful and terrifying shining from within the gorgeous twins. The laughter in the room died instantly while everyone took a step back away from them. "What exactly are you proposing," the president asked. The others sat silently listening, willing to let him speak for now. Anthony looked around the room before taking a deep breath and speaking in a voice that easily reached every corner of the room. "There exists, in each of your countries, supernatural beings living along side of you. They have always been there hiding in the shadows or walking among you in a human disguise. They hide from persecution at human hands. The same persecution that they have faced every time they have been revealed to the world. I have come forward to tell you this because humanity has already driven and will continue to drive more of these races to extinction if changes are not made. I am not blaming you since you were not aware but now that you are change must come. I hope for a peaceful co-existence between all the peoples that live in this world and their supernatural citizens," Anthony said. "The United States would be willing to accept you with conditions," the president replied. The delegates for Japan, Australia, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Africa, and few others Anthony didn't recognized all voice agreement with this while a few of the others remained silent. Those that didn't remain silent or agree with the president began agrue with the ones who'd agreed to maybe accept the supernaturals. Anthony heard the words abomination, monster, and unnatural and shoke his head sadly. "What exactly will the conditions be Mr. President," Anthony asked refocusing his eyes back on the man. "Lists of all supernaturals known to you and you are to submit to tests, to make sure it is safe for people to live around you," he said. "What would you need such lists for? For the second request we have lived among you for years how could our mere presence be harmful now," Anthony asked not bothering to tell them he had been a supernatural for very long. "These are the requirements for each of you to be issued citizenship," the president said ignoring his questions. Those who had agreed with him before all murmured their approval. Anthony opened his mouth to speak but his cell phone vibrating in his pocket stopped him. "Please excuse me," he said aloud and pulled it out. "I'm kinda busy at the moment," he said as he answered. "Anthony it's Tina, the FED's were just through here. They searched the place and kept asking questions about you and the girls, especially Liz. I think they had another group at your house," she said her voice expressing the worry she felt. "Alright thanks I'll handle it," Anthony replied his voice grateful but tight with anger. "Risa how well did you protect the house," Anthony asked as he dialled the number. "I warped the doors shut and made the windows unbreakable," she replied her gaze turning to him to take in his tense expression. "What's wrong," she asked. "FED's sowed up at the Eternal Night. They searched the place and kept asking questions about us. And neither Cassey or Cindy answering the phone," he answered. He turned away from the UN delegates and waved his hand turning the entire back wall into a view of the back his house. As he watched as it zoomed in through the wall to show a view of the kitchen and Anthony's room. His room was empty but Cassey and her mother were sitting at the table in the kitchen, both looked afraid and Anthony could hear a loud banging from the front of the house. He twitched his hand and the view blurred as the image change to a view of the front. Eight men were on the porch, four weapon up and ready as the other four hammered on the door with a compact battering ram. Anthony could see the door cracking under their assault and rage flooded through him. "Anthony calm down your starting to glow," Kylie said placing a restraining glow on his shoulder, but her words weren't very convincing due to the suppressed rage in her own voice. Anthony kept himself from lighting up like a christmas tree but only barely. "What's going on," the president asked from close behind him. "My sister, Liz," he said gesturing to Liz. "She was badly injured and was taken to the hospital. She healed rapidly due to Kylie's help, too rapidly as one of her doctors noted. He decided that she needed to be studied and when we refused and removed her from the hospital he contacted the FBI. Since then they have harassed us continuously, claiming that some unknown drug is what allowed her to heal so fast. Recently I gave a club I owned to one of my loyal employees and they just searched the place asking for information about Liz. Now as you can see they are attempting to break into my house where my pregnant wife and her mother happen to be," Anthony said just as the front door buckled. "Risa, bring them here," he said and she vanished. Anthony watched as she appeared in the kitchen next to Cindy. She pulled Cindy from her seat and then helped a struggling Cassey to her feet before the Feds began pouring into the room. They had their weapon pointed at them and were screaming out orders to get down and put their hands on their heads. Risa lift a hand, there was a thunderous boom and all eight of the men were launched backward off their feet. Risa grabbed Cassie and Cindy and in a flash before the Feds had even hit the ground their were standing next to Anthony. "They can't get into the other doors in the basement can they," Anthony asked as Cassie threw herself at him and clutched him to her tightly as she trembled with nerves and fear. "No, Eliza removed them," Kylie answered and ran soothing hand down Cassie's back. "What did she do to those officers," the president asked his gaze still on the view of Anthony house. Before Risa could answer the eight men dazedly rose to their feet and began searching the house. "I create a focuSed sonic detonation in front of them, other than a head ache they should be fine," Risa replied. "Resisting arrest is illegal," the president said. "So is harassment but your FBI agents don't seem to have a problem with it. Also I pretty sure its illegal to arrest people or invade their homes without proof of wrong doing. I have no intention of surrendering my family members into the clutches of such corrupt people," Anthony shot back and the president's face reddened in anger. Anthony waved his free hand and the image vanished returning the wall back to normal. "I will not give you list of supernaturals so that you can falsely accuse them for things they have not done, so you may arrest them use them as lab rats. If the FBI would try to arrest my sister just because she can heal fast whether it was a self invented drug or not does not bode well for any creature with natural rapid healing abilities. We will not be poked and prodded, we have just as much right to our privacy as you. I have to decline giving into your requests," Anthony said running a calming hand through Cassie's hair as her shaking subsided. "If you are not willing to co-operate then you will all be detained forcibly. We cannot have dangerous beings running, unchecked, around our cities for the sake of our citizens," the president proclaimed and agreeing murmur swept through the room. Anthony looked around the room sadly and sighed before flipping open his phone. "Yes," Eliza answered on the first ring. "Send out the signal for the other to prepare the teleport locations and finish prepping the station, we're leaving. After you get everyone situated come to our location and leave your phone with who ever is piloting the station. Who is piloting the station anyway," Anthony asked. "Galina. See you in a few," Eliza said and hung-up. "What are you doing," the president asked. "Since we cannot come to an agreement and I cannot in good conscience allow, any of the supernaturals who have joined me, to suffer because of humankind. We're leaving we will go and create a new place where we maybe free," Anthony explained. "Where could you possibly go there is no unclaimed land anywhere on the planet." "True, but we won't be staying on the planet," Anthony proclaimed and with a thought a ten foot tall perfect replica of the solar system appeared before him. Anthony reached out and with a finger tapped Mars as it circled the sun. "Here is where we will go," he said to himself as he pictured it in his mind. "No one can survive there," the president answer as he stared at Anthony as if he were insane. "No 'human' could survive there and truthfully, neither could most of the supernaturals but with a little tweaking they could. Mars' atmosphere is close enough to our own that only a little altering will make it livable and with a whole bunch of trees oxygen wouldn't be a problem. Six months to two years tops and the terraforming would be complete then we'd have a new home. We will spread out and our numbers will increase from the few supernaturals that have managed to survive all these years in hiding. There will be no pollution, crime will be dealt with in the only way that it should have ever been dealt with, an blood for blood. There will be no prison fulled to the brim with murders, rapists, and child molesters who at some later date will be released back into society to prey on the innocent again. It will be a world of the free as safe as we can possibly make it," Anthony said. "Where do you expect to live for the next two years on this 'station' of yours, because you will not be allowed to fly in our air space," the president demanded. "Everything is in motion, give the ship five minutes and it will take off," Eliza said, appearing just as the president finished. "Good. You want to know where we will lived, Mr. President," Anthony asked and waved his hand. "Here is where we will live," he continued. The wall show a silver wall of steel and a concrete floor but the object came slowly into focus as the image pulled back to show a mammoth ship sitting inside the hangar. As the image pulled back even farther to show two other vessels that where around half the size of the center positioned on either side. "This will be our home for the duration of the terraforming and some will inevitably choose to stay there permanently. My beautiful wife Eliza here, design and over saw its construction," Anthony informed him proudly. "Where is this?" "Beneath my house," Anthony replied although he didn't know who'd asked the question since his attention was locked on the middle ship which had begun to rise from the floor. "It's not going anywhere yet, that is only the propulsion jets starting to warm up," Eliza explained to Anthony her eyes focused on the ship too. "Yes, hello," Anthony heard just before every cellphone in the room began going off. "They saw a what," the president demanded into the phone and Anthony watched curiously. "You wouldn't happen to know what is going on would you," the president demand with a suspicious glare when he hung up his phone. "What happened," we have satellite images showing very large flashes of intently bright light across the globe. "It is the teleport locations activating," Eliza explained. She waved her hand and the image of the space station shrank to only cover half the wall while the rest was taken up with dozens of smaller screens. Some showed figures running for glowing bodies of water while others show nothing since the being there were already gone. The screens that showed nothing vanish and the other screens grew to take up the space. With a flash each scene vanished and Anthony's relief grew as the number of scenes dwindled. So far no blood had been spilt and more than half the scenes were gone as the people in them were whisked away to safety. There was only two scenes left when things took a turn for the worse. One scene showed a large settlement the Fae the water flashing brightly and rapidly as each fairies jumped into it until only one familiar fairy remained. Amy was standing near the water looking around, obviously searching for someone. The other screen showed a small goblin village with a group of men standing on an overlooking ridge firing down at the goblins who were hiding behind their huts. "Risa, go help Amy with whatever is taking her. Kylie get the goblins to the water and help any of the wounded that you can. Eliza, remain here and protect the others I will be back shortly," Anthony ordered. "Where are you going," the president asked before Anthony could will himself away. He took and alarmed step back when Anthony turned molten eyes to look at him before answering. "To protect my people," he said simply and vanished. The room watched captivated as Kylie appeared next to the goblins and hardened the air between them and the men to create a barrier that deflected the bullets. She tried to usher to goblin to safety but they remained surrounding a fallen figure in their midst that she had missed at first. When she tried to go to the fallen goblin the others tried to stop her but she paid them no attention and simply shoved them all out of the way with a thought. They screeched and yelled at her in their language but she ignored them as she recognized one of the queens from the meeting. She lifted the injured goblin and began healing her as she headed for the small glowing pond near the village. The firing from the men was broken by a scream which was followed by absolute silence. Anthony appeared next to the men as Kylie appeared down in the village. They didn't notice him at first but when he reached the first man he simply grabbed the mans neck and whipped him sideways the inertia breaking his neck with a sharp crack. Anthony grabbed the gun from his limp hands and took aim before emptying it into the men next to him. Three of them fell dead before the clip ran dry and Anthony let it fall to the ground. His fingers lengthened to claws as the men, now aware of his presence, turned and began firing on him. So angry, he didn't think to dodge he simply stepped forward as bullets punched holes in his body and sliced the next man's throat open with a roar of pain and rage. He lifted the man and chucked him at the next one as he pulled the gun from his grip. He used the gun to kill the rest except for the one who'd been struck by the flying body of his friend. The man whimpered in fear as Anthony stepped forward and tried to bring up his gun but it was trapped beneath the lifeless body on top of him. The man opened his and screamed Anthony's foot came down and crushed his skull cutting off the sound. Blood and brain matter oozed across the ground and Anthony's stomach lurched at the sight but he swallowed and forced himself to stay calm. He looked toward in the direction to see lights flashing over the ridge though he didn't have a view of below. He sighed and with a thought appeared back on stage. Liz and Cassie both let out little shriek of dismay and ran to him. They began having hysterics at all the blood and the bullet holes until the bullets were pushed out by the rapid healing abilities of his body. Kylie added her magic to his healing when she appeared only moments after him. "See, good as new," he told Liz and Cassie as the last bullet hole closed and he willed himself clean with a thought. The only evidence of his involvement was the bullet holes his clothes now sported that he hadn't bother to fix. "You murdered those men," the president suddenly accused. Kylie stepped forward with anger painting her feature but Anthony stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She remained silent but settled for glaring at the president instead. "I was protecting my people," Anthony stated. "Those... things are not your people. They aren't even human and you could have stopped them without killing them we all saw your disregard for bullets," he replied. "First off they ARE my people and I am not human either, not anymore. And why should I refrain from killing men who tried to kill me people? So you can arrest them and throw them in jail? Then what? You'll release them in a few years to be a danger to all the tax payers, whose money you waste to keep the scum alive in the first place. I say fuck that bullshit, you try to kill or mine and you die first it's that simple," Anthony said. A rumble issued from the image of the ship, which now took up the screen again, and it began to rise towards the ceiling over head. Anthony worried for a moment that Risa had not yet returned but he pushed the concern from his mind knowing she was capable of taking care of herself. "Finally," Anthony said and pulled out his phone. "You ready," he asked when it was answered. "Of course," Lucy Hall answered. "Good you better start filming something a lot better than some FBI agents is about to happen. Thanks for your help," Anthony replied and ended the call. The wall once again split into two images the slowly rising ship which was beginning to speed up and the second showed a news room. "Now we go to Lucy Hall with this breaking news story where a team of FBI agents have just stormed a house. The image showed Lucy hall standing on the side-walk across from Anthony's house with the house in the background as people in FBI jackets entered and exited the house. "This is Lucy Hall and as you can see behind me the FBI as invaded this home which belongs to former local business ower Anthony Caine. While it seems that no one is home the agents seem to be agitated and refuse to comment," she said. On the screen with the ship as it neared the ceiling a small square began opening in the ceiling. On the screen with Lucy the camera shook and FBI agent began pouring from the house as it split clean down the center as if it had been cut in two with a scalpel. The two sides slid back until they threatened to touch the houses on the side but stopped before contact. "That will never fit," the president said and several others nodded. Anthony let out a bark of laughter at that. "After everything you've seen you think we have to obey the laws of physics," he demanded just as the ship reach the ceiling. Instead of hitting it compacted as if squeezed into a giant tube and rose through the opening before returning to normal size on the other side. It's massive bulk filled the sky above Lucy head as it rose into the sky. "We are seeing some kind of ship rise from the ground before expanding," Lucy Hall explained to the viewers. There was a far off roar issuing from the image which became a booming scream of displaced air as three jet fighters roared out of the sky and streaked passed the growing ship. Anthony's cell rang just as he pulled it out to call Galina and her number appeared on the screen. "I can see them," Anthony said into the phone before Galina could speak. "Their demanding we land and surrender ourselves into their custody," she said. "Ignore them," Anthony replied. "They've threatened to open fire if we don't comply," she informed. "I'm sure Risa had Eliza make and install some kind of defenses for that thing," Anthony said. "I did its equipped with anti-missile defenses as well as some offensive capabilities," Risa claimed from behind him and he sighed silently in relief before turning to her. He smiled at her and pulled her into a ferocious hug as the worry pushed to the back of his mind vanished. "Mr. President, I don't want those pilots or my ship damaged. Would you please call someone and have them called off," Anthony asked turning to look at him. "Have your people follow the instructions given to them by the pilots. You do not have permission to fly that vessel in United States air space," was the reply. "Fine," Anthony shot back and turned back to the image. He watched in silence as the three fighters zipped passed the space station a few times. The ship was fully out of the hangar rising higher into the sky when they decided to open fire. Six tiny trails of smoke left the jets and headed for the side of the ship as turrets mounted there began firing at the threat. The anti-missile turrets managed to detonate five of the missiles at far enough distance from the ship to receive no damage but the last missile made to only a few feet from the metal wall, that was the side of the ship, before one of the turrets destroyed it. The detonation ripped a large hole in the side of the hull and Anthony grimaced at the destruction. "We're hit," Galina said. "I know, was anyone in that section of the shit? Any casualties," he asked. "No," she replied. "Good. Shoot them down," he ordered. "No," the president protested and Anthony turned slowly to looked at him. "Yes, I gave you the opportunity to avert this violence and you chose not to. Now you'll live with the consequences of that decision and their blood will be on your hands," Anthony said a three lances of light shot from the ship the angle of the image not allowing them to see where it originated. Each of the lights unerringly struck one of the jets and they melted, no explosions or anything. All three simply turned into falling molten metal. Anthony sighed regretfully and listened to Lucy speak. "We just witnessed three fighter planes attack the unidentified vessel and in retaliation they were liquified," she commented into the mike. One of the other ship section began rising through the hangar door as the ship continued on its way unimpeded. The hole, made by the missile, slowly closed over like a wound healing at a rapid rate. "What was keeping Amy," Anthony asked Risa as they watched the ships rise into the sky. "She couldn't find her daughter. Her daughter didn't want to leave behind her pet jaguar and was hiding with the animal," Risa explained. "What did you do," he asked. "I gave her a room on the space station with the cat and set a ward so it couldn't get out into the rest of the ship," Risa replied. "I can easily picture a smaller version of Amy riding into battle standing on a jaguars head and brandishing a spear," Anthony mused and grinned at her. Her returning grin made his blood simmer and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. "So what now," Liz asked stopping by his side. He looked at the image of the three massive ship rising into the afternoon sky and they followed his gaze. "Now we get a new start. We'll setup our home and try to do better than we did here," he said and they watched until the ships vanished into the distance, then vanished.

3. (...the day before) “So, Brook, I understand you and Will have been around the bush a few times?” Sierra said playfully. “Yeah you could say that” “Oh! I can’t believe my little Will is already growing up! OH! He’s so cute! You’re a lucky girl!” “Yeah, and surprisingly, Will’s really good at it, I mean, I have no one else to base it off of, but he always makes me cum when we do it” “How big is he?” “About this big”, Brook said, holding up her hands about six inches apart, “He’s pretty big in my opinion” “Damn! You’re right! Oh! If he wasn’t my designated little brother, I would be all over him!” “Wow, thanks!” Brook laughed. “How long does he last? I mean, he’s what? Fourteen? Hell, I couldn’t even last to long when I was fourteen!” “He lasts about six to ten minutes, not to bad”, Brook replied. “Yeah, not to bad, I guess” “I mean, I love having sex, and so does he, I just like to make him work a little for it, you know?” “Alrighty then, Brook! I’ll tell you something fun to try” “What?” “I love Will, so I want him to get he most out of sex, so next time you guys do anything, or whenever you feel like trying something new, take two fingers, and shove it up his butt” “What?” “Boy’s have their prostate there, if you rub it, it apparently makes them cum really strong” “Hmm”, Brook thought to herself, “I’ll have to try that on Will” “Now most boys don’t like being penetrated like that, but just tell him it’ll feel good” Brook laughed, “Will do, Sierra. And don’t worry, I’ll try it next time I want to try something new” “I would just warn him first, you never know how they’ll react with ass play!” *** Saturday at the Reed house began in a relaxed and very casual manner. Waking up at around eight, Brook got up, showered, got dressed, and made breakfast for the sleeping Maria and Will. During breakfast that morning, Maria said that she was leaving at two to spend the day with Kevin, and that if Brook and Will wanted to go out that night, she was willing to give them both money. Smiling, Brook consented to Maria’s request, and in a few hours, both she and Will were home-alone, Maria’s money in hand. “Hey, Brook?” Will said, turning around the corner of the TV-room to see Brook sprawled out on the couch, watching TV and texting someone on her phone. “Yes?” “My mom’s gone can we uh...do it?” “Will, I’m tired” “But it’s two-thirty in the afternoon! Come one, we don’t even have to go all the way, how about just a blow-job, or-” “Will you know I don’t like to suck your dick, and besides, I’m just not in the mood” “Please?” “We had sex last night, just go upstairs and jack-off, or something” “Please, Brook?” Will asked, sitting next to her on the couch and wrapping an arm around her. Brook felt affectionate, but not horny. She smiled and kissed Will on the cheek. “If you can get me excited about doing it, then I’ll do it. But for right now, I’m not in the mood” “Well what put’s you in the mood?” Will asked, cuddling up next to Brook. Brook smiled, “Give me a show, take out your dick and stroke it for me” “Like the good old days, right?” “Yep”, Brook replied happily, “Now get naked” Driven by his raging teenage hormones, Will quickly dropped his shorts and pulled off his t-shirt, quickly jacking-off as he looked at Brook, waiting for her next order, as he stood in front of Brook on the couch. “Let’s see...”, she thought to herself. She was now very horny, in fact, just seeing how easily she could control Will made her feel on top of the world, “Why don’t you lay down on the carpet” “Alright”, he said, spreading his legs apart to give her a full view of his genitals as he continued to masturbate. Brook smiled and got on the floor in front of him, “Now, Will I’m going to try something, and I don’t know how you’ll respond to it, so get ready” “What is it-OH!” Will yelped, as Brook quickly pushed two fingers into his ass, pushing roughly past his tight sphincter, and into his rectum, “Brook! What the hell!” “Just relax, Will, soon it’ll feel good” “Brook!” Will yelled again, pushing away from Brook. “What? Listen, it’ll be fine, just wait-” “Brook, I hate having things shoved up my ass!” “Come on, if you want me to fuck you, you might as well try it” Will sighed, and scooted back to Brook,spreading his legs apart, and reaching down to stroke his cock. “Please be careful, Brook” “I won’t hurt you”, she replied, taking the same two fingers and pushing them back into Will’s ass, once again pushing up against his tight sphincter. Will winced, and bit his bottom lip, “Ouch!” Brook looked up at Will and smiled, then slowly pushed her fingers into his ass, his tight hole squeezing on her fingers. Will closed one eye, and he felt his face redden, “Brook!” “Wait a minute”, she interrupted, pushing forward until she felt a bump, “Got it!” she said proudly, swiveling her fingers around on the bump. “Ah...OH!” Will moaned, still stroking his dick as he looked down, “I-I don’t know why, but it-it feels good...” Brook laughed, “Good, and now that you’ve got me in the mood, what do you say we take this upstairs?” Will smiled, and stood up, letting Brook first pull her fingers from his ass, as he followed her up the stairs and into the her bedroom. The sex was usual, and began with Will laying on top of Brook, kissing her neck and breasts, working his way down to her stomach. From here, he worked his way back up, necking her, as he grabbed the base of his dick and maneuvered it into her twat. Once inside, she pushed forward slightly to make sure he was in, and immediately, Will would began to thrust forward, humping her repeatedly and steadily. Meanwhile, Brook and Will would kiss passionately. Will would hold himself up with both hands, as he kissed Brook, who used one hand to reach around Will’s head to grasp the back of his wavy dark-brown hair, and use the other to rub and finger her clit. Will would take a break form kissing every now and then to kiss her tits, whose nipples stood erect from excitement. He would lick them, and suck on them, making Brook moan with lust from each sloppy lick and suck. “Oh, Will! OH...I’m getting close...oh!” She moaned, beginning to thrust forward herself. “Yeah”, He replied, slightly out of breath, “I-I’ll pull out” “Don’t!” “B-Brook...I’m close to...I....oh...uh...OH....uh”, Will moaned, he was so close his hormones began to betray him, and he couldn’t manage to pull himself away from Brook’s tight, wet twat. “Will! OH cum in me, Will! OH YES!” She yelled, feeling her body tense up as she arched her back, let her head fall back on the pillow, and let her arms and legs go numb, as she shivered all over form her orgasm. Will moaned, loudly and with a few more final thrusts, he felt himself being taken away from an overpowering orgasm as-well, Brook’s pussy tightening up as she came. “Ahhhh...OHhhhh”, He moaned, laying on top of her as he finished. Will rolled over on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Brook looked over to him and smiled, then, straddled his lap, reaching behind her back to grasp and stroke Will’s semi-hard dick. “I’m ready when you are”, she said seductively. “Really?” Will said, catching his breath, “Cause I’m kinda tired” Brook laughed, “Truth is, Will, I love having sex as much as you do” “Then why do you always seem so hard to break?” “That’s just what girls do, we like to play mind games!” Will laughed, as Brook bent down and kissed him on the lips. “But now I’ve given you the advantage” “How’s that?” “I just showed you how to get me horny” “That is true”, Will said, “Now I think I’m in control of this!” “We’ll see”, Brook said, standing form the bed, and getting dressed, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna pee, get something to drink, and if you’re ready, I’ll be downstairs” “Gotcha”, Will responded, watching Brook redress and leave the room. *** Will walked downstairs with only his shorts on, and sat at the kitchen table, were Brook was busy drinking from a diet coke can. Smiling seductively at Will, she lifted an eyebrow and ushered him over to her with a finger. “Ready when you are”, she said. “Alright”, Will replied, taking a condom from his pocket and placing it on the table, “This time we’re gonna have to use this” “Come one, Will”, Brook began, sitting on his lap, “That makes it so less-” “Brook it’s bound to happen eventually! I mean, we never have protected sex, and I just want to be-” “That’s fine”, She said, walking into the living room and quickly removing her clothing, “let’s just do this” Will smiled and followed her into the TV room, dropping his shorts on the way in and opening the condom as he knelt in front of Brook, who lay on the couch. Sliding the condom on, Will once again angled his dick just right, and slid it into her twat. “Ahh yes...”, she moaned, this time, pushing him back and laying on top of Will. Brook got into the missionary position and began to bob up and down on his cock, letting her tight, wet hole rub up and down against his shaft. “OH yeah...oh yes, Brook”, Will said, “Oh!” Will lay on his back, one hand behind his head, the other massaging Brook’s clit, rubbing it between two fingers. “OH, WILL! I love it when you do that! Oh fuck me, Will!” She moaned, bouncing up and down on his 6” dick. “Yes! OH yes!” Will yelled, “Fuck yeah, oh!” Will’s face began to turn red, sweat formed at the top of his forehead, “Brook! I’m gonna cum!” Brook smiled a lustful smile, and suddenly began to bob up and down on his dick faster. “This time, you’re gonna cum first”, she said, “OH....OH, Will! OH...OH....OH SHIT!!!!” Brook jumped from the couch, and ran from the room, grabbing a near by blanket that rested on an adjacent chair, and covering her naked body as she did. “What?” Will inquired, standing up from the couch to look around the room. “Look outside the door!” Brook yelled. “Oh shit!” Will yelled, looking outside the sliding glass door to see the elderly Antonia holding hands with young Paul Rolland, Pierce’s little brother. She had one hand over her mouth, and another over Paul’s eyes. Will slipped into the kitchen and pulled his shorts on, his boner had disappeared from pure humiliation as he opened the door. “Ms. Lopez I-I-” “I’m sorry we barged in, Will, but I have to go to my sister’s house tonight, and Pierce and Haley are on a date, and you’re mother said I could leave Paul at your house, and that the back door was open-and I-uh-I did not-” “I’m so, so, so, so sorry, Ms. Lopez!” Brook yelled, running into the room, “Can I speak to Will real quick?” “Yes of course”, Antonia replied, a worried and somewhat embarrassed face washed over her. “I swear to fucking god, Will! That couch is a curse!” “I know! He always get caught down here!” “Look, I’m not in the mood anymore, and look’s like Maria just sighed us up for babysitting, so I’ll watch the kid, you can go into the bathroom and finish up if you want” “No, I’m good, I really just lost it” “God help us!” Brook said, shaking her head and grabbing Will’s hand to lead him back into the TV room. “Sorry about that Ms. Lopez, I’m so sorry-” “No, no, no, I’m sorry, don’t worry, we didn’t see anything” “Why were you guys naked?” Paul asked, a hint of childish curiosity in his voice. *** At around ten, Paul went to bed, and Brook had tucked him into her bed, turned off the light, and went downstairs to sit next to Will in the TV room. “Pierce better be having a fucking great time at that party”, Will said, leaning against Brook on the couch. “I hope Haley didn’t drink to much. I can’t even imagine her being drunk” “Yeah, that’s true”, Will said, leaning over and kissing Brook on the cheek. At around eleven, Maria walked in the door, her makeup had run down her face from tears. “Maria, are you okay?” Lynn asked, looking up to see Maria’s red eyes. “Brook! Will! Kevin! He-he proposed!” Brook gasped and jumped from the couch to hug Maria, “That’s great, Maria!” “Mr. Forest proposed? So are you two getting married?” Will asked. “Yes, Will. We are, we’re getting married!” Will had mixed emotions about the marriage, but at the time, he acted joyful, and hugged and congratulated his mother. “I have to call Maggie! Oh! And my sister, and Becca, and...I’m so happy!” ...................................................... There’s your story!!! Tune in next week for the final installment of Stories from Davis Hall !!

The next morning I awoke feeling pretty worn out, both emotionally and physically and I immediately wondered how poor Kristy was fairing. I didn’t get a chance to find out until around 11:30 that morning when I was out under the canopy, reading my book, as Kristy finally made her appearance, walking rather stiff kneed down out of the coach. She wore her robe that I had wrapped her in the night before and the look on her poor little face brought a smile to my face. “What are you so amused about,” she said with a sneer in her voice. “Well, good morning to you, too,” I replied. “Oh why thank you, Gramps. Did you have a nice night, too?” I replied to her in jest. She just continued her sneer as she looked the part of the proverbial horse that had been ridden hard and put to bed wet. I thought I detected bags under her eyes, but even if I was imagining those, there was no doubt about the daggers I saw glaring out of them “I’m sorry Honey, but you look so absolutely pitiful,” I said and started to laugh. “Well, how would you look if you took a 2 by 4 up your ass last night,” she said rather loudly. “Shush,” I said to her, “Do you want to the entire park to know what we did last night?” She changed her tone to a loud whisper when she asked, “Well, why didn’t you warn me about how much it would hurt the next day?” “I didn’t know that it would hurt the next day,” I defended myself. “I’ve never taken it up my butt before. How would I know? And besides, you are the one who switched holes, not me. I would have been perfectly content if you would have left it in the hole it started out in.” “Give me a hug, Gramps,” she asked but did not make a move to come towards me. So I rose out of my chair, went over and put my arms around her and gave her a warm hug. “I’m sorry, you aren’t feeling up to snuff this morning,” I said through the hug. “Is there any place that I can rub and make it better,” I said and started to laugh. She just hit me in the stomach as she sat down and grimaced in the other chair. “What can I fix you for breakfast?” I smiled to her. She smiled back and said, “How about a nice soak in the hot tub? Maybe that would relieve some of my discomfort down there.” “Let’s go. I’ll get changed if you really want to go,” I said earnestly. “I think that that would feel pretty good,” she said trying to get back up on her feet. We went in and changed into our swim suits. I took off my clothes and Kristy just untied the belt to her robe and let it fall to the ground, we were both naked. “Can I see where it hurts,” I asked in jest again, suspecting her to give me a hard time about it, but instead, she turned around, grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her sore little rose bud. I instantly felt a tingle coming from my groin and decided that I wouldn’t be a pain in the ass anymore; pun intended, and put on my swim suit. We walked down to the campground pool and spa area and after testing the water’s temperature, I got in and told Kristy that it was a little hot but she would get used to it in no time. Submersing myself up to my chin in the hot water, I looked up as Kristy made her descent down into the hot tub. Looking up into her crotch, I noticed a little pubic hair sticking out in view so as she settled in next to me, I whispered into her ear, “You need to trim up your bikini line if you don’t want everyone seeing your pubic hair.” She thought for a second then replied, “Ever since you shaved me down there on the cruise I’ve been waiting for you to do it again. I guess that tonight is as good a time as any,” and cuddled up to my shoulder. “The hot water is starting to work already,” I said with a grin. We soaked our cares away as well as Kristy’s pains, and swam and frolicked around for most of the afternoon and around 4:00, we got out and went back to the coach to change and get ready to have our evening meal. I fixed spaghetti that night from my own recipe and I took her out for dessert. When we got back to the coach, it was 8:30 so we took a walk down by the river and got home well after dark. As we went to bed, Kristy reminded me about her pubic hair problem and asked if I was up to shaving her tonight. I asked if she was up to it, considering her problem of this morning and she replied, “Just as long as you keep your fingers outside where they belong,” and laughed. I laughed also and got the razor. As I gathered the necessary stuff to accomplish this unexpected task, Kristy went in to change into her bed clothes and when she emerged, she was wearing a short little nightie that barely covered her crotch. As she lie down and spread her legs, I got a great view of what I would be shaving; her bare little pussy covered with her soon to be shaved pubic hair. I took a deep breath and applied the warm wash cloth to the hair and started to rub it in. After a couple of minutes of rubbing, to get it nice and warm and wet, I applied some shaving cream on it and rubbed that in. Trying to keep the cream out of her slit and vagina, I applied it mainly to her outer lips and abdomen area and when I had finished, I stopped to inspect my work. What I saw was a complete turn on for me. Under the coating of foam was the most delicate folds on a girl’s body; the labia major lips, those firm little protrusions of the skin that protected her hidden treasures below in her slit, that stood ready to be shaved with the sharpest of blades. They were so delicate and inviting to touch yet so sacred, that wars have been fought over their intrusions, and yet my granddaughter was lying there in open defiance of morals and proper thinking everywhere, in an invitation to not only touch those precious lips but to place an instrument of destruction upon them in an effort to make them bare for my very eyes. My touch was soft yet firm as I made the first pass over her area to be shaved. I started up on her lower abdomen and stroked the razor in a downward motion towards her lips. Reaching right at her protruding part, I stopped my descent to see a perfectly clean strip running the length of my swipe. I made sure it was completely clean of all hairs by reversing my stroke and ending up where I had started. Then I moved the blade over an inch or so and made another swipe down as before. I repeated my shave over her abdomen and wiped off the excess foam and inspected my work. I ran my light touch over the freshly shaved area and found it to be as smooth as a baby’s butt, so I proceeded down to her lips themselves and started my action to remove the hair from them. I directed her to spread out her legs to make for easier access. She complied and I began by stroking of the blade from her leg cavity towards her lips. Although there weren’t many hairs growing in that area, I wanted to make sure since this is the area that caught my attention in the first place. Shaving both leg areas I progressed to the lips themselves. This was, as I remembered from my experience on the ship, the most delicate spot to shave. I had to be extra careful not to nick or cut her in any way. Plus this was the most sensitive spot for her to be shaved, being right over her clitoral and vaginal areas. So with a precise and steady hand, I started at the uppermost part of her labia lips and started my stroke downward and ending right at her anus. Then I repeated it on the other side. She was breathing heavily when I finished these stokes and I detected a slight odor emanating from her vagina. As I touched up between the lips, a slight moan escaped her mouth as I took care to remove any hairs that I had missed. I then raised her legs up to her chest to examine her anal area. As before, there were no hairs growing down there, but I got a thrill in her compliance with this unspoken request. I ran the blade over her anus, not hard enough to cut anything, but I wanted to give her the thrill that she gave me. Then I wiped all of the foam out from between her legs and then I gave her the tongue test. If it could pass my tongue running over the shaved area, then it could pass anything else. I licked her upper area, I licked her lower area and I licked her lips, slowly and thoroughly. She was squirming as I completed my visual and oral inspection and I then put my tongue right between her lips as she groaned and threw her hips up to meet my oral assault. I was ravaging her pussy with my mouth, licking, sucking and biting on her lips with the slightest pressure on her clitoris. She was in ecstasy as she felt my oral stimulation. Then, as fast as she got turned on, she began to writhe around in anticipation. She arched her back and tightened up her leg muscles. She inhaled deeply, trying to extract every bit of excitement out of herself and then, letting it all release out of her at once, she started bucking her hips, grabbing the hair on the back of my head and forcing my face as deep into her wanting pussy as it would go. Screaming out, “GRAMPS I’M CUMMMMINNNG!!!” she exploded her fluidic orgasm out of her vagina all over my mouth. I drank it in the best that I could and loved every drop of it, even that portion that slid off of my chin. I loved my granddaughter. She rolled over on her side as she whimpered something about being too tired to stay awake and within a moment’s time, she was fast asleep. I got up, took off my clothes and crawled in beside of her for the evening. We both slept through the night. The next morning we awoke to a bright sunshiny day and after breakfast we went to town to catch up on some of our grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. While there, I suggested that she pick out a new swim suit and gave her a wink. She smiled that knowing smile and went off to see what they had. She caught up with me at the check out stand and added her selection to my groceries. I could hardly wait to see what she picked out, but I was sure that I would like it. Arriving back at the coach just before noon, we ate some lunch and I suggested that we enjoy this beautiful day down at the pool so I grabbed a cooler full of sodas for Kristy and a few beers for myself, our towels and sun screen and off we went. We were the only people there when we arrived and that was just fine with me because I didn’t want anybody around when I saw Kristy’s purchase for the first time. She put all of her stuff down on a chaise lounge, looked over at me and smiled. She tugged on the sides of her cover up as she raised it over her head. Her trim little body came into view starting at her long, firm legs, all the way up to her perky little breasts. As she removed it over her head, I let out a small gasp as I saw what she was wearing. It wasn’t skimpy per say, but it was rather revealing in its own way. It was a string type bikini that tied at the hips but instead of two ends being tied together, they were tied into a gold colored ring. The top tied into a cloth ring in between her breasts and tied normally at her neck and back. It covered everything it should have but just the fact that those rings were there showing off the skin underneath the suit make it sexy as hell; because the rings were pretty big. It was a light pink in color and at a glance; you would swear that she wasn’t wearing anything at all. I gulped my approval and decided that I needed to dive in before my erection became apparent. We frolicked around splashing and dunking each other and generally being as obnoxious as we could be, but since we were the only people in the pool, we could be without offending anyone else. We would alternate being in the pool, in the hot tub and relaxing on the two lounges they were moved so that they were side by side. The time flew by and it was soon 4 in the afternoon. As we sat there in the hot tub for the hundredth time, I noticed a rental camper RV pull in and come to a stop just outside of the gate into the pool area. Out jumped a girl, she seemed to be about the same age as Kristy, maybe a little younger, and run into the pool area. She was wearing a skirt and blouse and flip flops and as she was running in through the gate, she was busily unbuttoning her blouse and kicking of her sandals. When she pulled off her blouse, leaving just her skimpy little bra, she started on her skirt and soon it was on the deck. She ran towards the pool wearing just her top and her panties and she dove into the deep end head first. She swam under water for awhile and when she emerged, she was right beside of where we were. As she came up, she smiled at us and said cheerfully, “G’day, I’m Carrie from Australia, what’re your names.” I laughed a said, “Well, glad to meet you Carrie from Australia, I’m John and this is Kristy. Do you usually go swimming in just your underwear?” Kristy giggled as she elbowed me under the water and then said, “You’ll have to excuse my Gramps here, he is kind of old fashion you know, I’m Kristy and I think it is just fine for you to wear just your underwear if that’s all you have.” As she climbed out of the pool and walked to the tub, she didn’t realize that you could see right through her underwear and you could tell she wasn’t as young as I previously thought. The bra was made from a rather thin material and one of the straps had fallen off of her shoulder and was glued to her arm. I could see the little protrusions that represented her nipples sitting atop a swelling of her breasts as they giggled a little as she walked over to us, obliviously smiling her greeting. I couldn’t help but notice the crotch area of her white panties that revealed her pubescent development by exposing her patch of lightly colored hair growing down there. I wasn’t the only one with eyes as Kristy became a little uncomfortable. I noticed a slight hint of pink come over her and she smiled a nervous smile. As she entered the tub, she came right up to me and extended her hand and said, “I’m happy to make your acquaintance, Sir,” and went over to Kristy and gave her a hug. As she got up from bending over Kristy, I knew instantly that my granddaughter was embarrassed over her showing of affection by the color of her face. It was bright red and I wondered why. We chatted with Carrie for the rest of the afternoon, finding out that she was here with her parents on an extended holiday and they were travelling around our country seeing just how beautiful the States really were. Carrie was an only child of parents who managed a social club in Brisbane and that they were coming west to visit the National Parks, starting with Glacier National, then Yellowstone, Tetons and points south from there. I told her that I would like to talk with her parents and extend my assistance in any way I could. Finally, Carrie’s mother showed up with a towel and the suggestion that she had better get out and go get ready to eat their dinner. She asked if Carrie had bothered us and apologized for her intrusion. I said in my best Australian accent, “No worries,” and we both smiled in agreement. She commented that they were going to be here for a few days and wondered if Kristy would like to keep Carrie company while they were here. I told her that that was nice for her to ask and that I would talk to Kristy about it. That night over dinner, I brought up what Carrie’s mother had suggested and asked Kristy what she thought of the idea. That strange look came over her face and she started to blush again. “I don’t know,” she said. “What do you think?” “I have no problem with you spending some time with her, she seems like a nice enough girl. She’s kind of forward but I think that it fits her personality, don’t you?” I stated. “Yeah, I was just wondering if it would interfere with any plans we would make,” she said hesitantly. “It doesn’t have to be a total commitment, Kristy. Carrie’s mom just asked if you would like to spend some time with her. If you do then that’s fine, if you don’t then think of an excuse to tell her no. It’s no big deal,” I explained, wondering again what was going on with her hesitation. There was that blushing again in her face, what was she feeling? That next day, Kristy walked over to Carrie’s campsite and told them all that we were going to the pool again today and that Carrie was welcome to join us. She also invited her parents to come but they declined, stating that there was a museum that they wanted to visit today but agreed that it would probably bore Carrie out of her mind so they readily agreed to Carrie spending the day with us. Carrie was as happy as can be as she grabbed her new swim suit that her mother had bought her the day before and ran to keep up with Kristy’s face pace. I trailed along behind, wondering how my relationship with my granddaughter had forced her to grow up faster that her years should have allowed. I began to have some regrets. I took off my top and was starting to settle down in my chaise when the girls made their appearance out of the changing room. Kristy was wearing her older swim suit that was a little bit more modest and as Carrie ran out, the suit she was wearing almost fell off of her. Her mother had bought a swim suit at least a size too big for her and Carrie was swimming in it. I felt sorry for the girl constantly pulling on her bottoms, keeping them up and adjusting the top to cover what it was suppose to cover. Carrie didn’t seem to mind in the least as she ran to the edge of the pool and dove right in. As she came up, the bottom of her swim suit didn’t keep pace with her and was drug down around her knees. Pulling them up, she laughed and plunged herself down under the water again and swam and played to her heart’s desire. I couldn’t help myself, my eyes were fixed on her plight and I became almost amused, but I did notice that I was secretly rooting for her swim suit to fall off again. When she got out of the pool, she started to run around to the other side but she stubbed her toe and scraped the skin off of it. She sat down right there on the side of the pool with her legs crossed to look at the damage she had done to her toe. She strained to look at it and brought her knee up and out so she could get a better look and, inadvertently, opened up her swim suit at the leg and exposed her crotch to the world. I couldn’t help but look, but when I noticed Kristy’s eyes glued to her bare pussy, I couldn’t believe it. Kristy glanced over and saw me looking at her and she turned a bright color of red and immediately ran to the pool and dove in. What is my Kristy doing checking out this Australian girl? I got up and sauntered over to where the girl was seated on the deck, not to get a better look but to see if she was going to be alright. I looked at her scrap and it was bleeding just a little, but by putting a little pressure on the wound for a while, the bleeding stopped and she was back at the pool, jumping and splashing around with Kristy. Those two were like peas in a pod. We all swam and played, the girls more than I, the entire afternoon; stopping on occasion to rest on the lounges that we had gathered in a tight little circle. On one of those occasions, I was resting my eyes, not quite asleep but almost dozing off, when I picked up Carrie’s voice asking Kristy a question that brought me back into this world immediately. Still keeping my eyes closed, I heard her ask, “Kristy, when we were in the changing room putting on our swim suits, I couldn’t help but notice that you don’t have any hair covering your cunny. What happened to it? I mean, I’m almost as old as you are and I’ve got more than you do down there, so what happened to yours?” I would have loved to see Kristy’s face; it must have turned ten colors of red and she stammered out an answer. “I, ah, well, you see, I, ah, I had a skin rash that I had to shave all of the hair off and now it is all better and everything and I ah, now I’m letting it grow back out.” “Oh, I kind of like it bare, it looks cute all bare and stuff, although I didn’t see it when it had hair covering you like Mommy. I don’t know, I don’t think I like a real hairy cunny, do you?” she asked matter-of-factly. “I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it I guess,” Kristy stammered, totally taken back by Carrie’s boldness about pubic hair. “I think when I get back home, I’m going to shave mine bare so that I look like you,” she added. “I don’t think that it looks very nice down there with hair on it. What do you think?” she said and then paused for a second. Kristy voice cracked as she answered, “Ah, yeah, I see what you mean. It would look better if you didn’t have any hair down there. You’re lucky right now because you just have a little hair growing down there.” I didn’t dare let on that I was awake by opening my eyes and looking at the demonstration that was going on between the girls, but my God, I wanted to. It took everything in me to not slip a peek as the conversation wound down between the two. Finally as they changed topics, I decided to wake up and I stretched and opened my eyes, stating, “Well, I guess I took a little nap didn’t I?” I asked the girls. “No worries,” said Carrie and Kristy just looked at me wondering if I faked being asleep and heard the entire exchange. I never let on. Around 5 in the afternoon, the girls went into the changing room to shower and change. I would have given anything to by a fly on the wall in there, but I couldn’t so I waited or them to emerge back out. I waited for at least a half hour and when they did come out, Carrie seemed no different than the bubbly self she always was but Kristy was visually shaken. She looked different, she talked different and she even walked different, kind of fast as if she was terribly agitated or something. I couldn’t wait to get her home and try to figure out what’s going on with those two. We left Carrie at her site, her parents had just arrived from their day at the museum and were tired, hungry and ready to sit down and have a drink, so we said our good nights and walked back to the coach. When I got there, I started dinner and Kristy sat and watched, not saying anything as she was deep in her own thoughts. We ate what I prepared; cleaned up the coach and by the time we had finished, it was 8:30 and decided to take a walk again but tonight we decided to go on a trail through the woods. We started out and walked along in silence for a while and then Kristy broke the silence when she asked, “What do you think of Carrie?” “I think she’s a really nice, energetic girl, full of questions and enjoying the world as it is shown to her,” I said giving her question an honest answer. “And you, what do you think?” “I like her, she is fun and, as you said, full of energy and questions. She asked me about my shaved pussy today or did you hear that?” she asked. “Yeah, I did,” I confessed. “A rash?” “That’s all I could think of,” she said in defense. We started back to the campsite and by the time we arrived, it was getting dark. When we entered the coach Kristy stopped and gave a big hug and a kiss, a passionate kiss and asked, “Gramps, would you make love to me tonight? Take me into bed and make mad passionate love to me all night long.” She was looking up into my eyes with the most wanting look I’ve seen in them before. She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. We got naked and she jumped into my arms as I fell backwards on the bed with her on top of me. She was kissing my mouth fiercely as she straddled my mid-section, grinding her bare pussy into my crotch. It was as if she suddenly couldn’t get enough of me to satisfy herself. She was kissing me with a wide open mouth, searching out with her tongue deep within my oral cavity. She sat up on me with this wanting look in her eyes and she was already breathing heavily through her open mouth. She looked down at me from upon her perch and ground her crotch into my own and then she jumped off of me and landed between my legs with her head buried upon my cock. She took it in her mouth and tried to shallow it in one gulp as if she hadn’t felt it back on her throat in a long time and the sensation was unbelievable. So much so that I sat up, grabbing her by the mid-section, twirled her around so that I was face to crotch with her and brought her down on top of my mouth as it tried to devour her pussy in one bite. This caused her to spread her legs wide apart and invite my ravishing of her treasures. As I found her hooded node with my lips and started sucking the life out of it, she cried out with as my cock tried to enter her throat and she pressed her hips hard into the oral assault. She was starving for an orgasm and was building up to a big huge one. She kept ramming my hard cock down her throat, occasionally gagging but never pulling it completely out, as she ground her pussy into my mouth. I was about to send her over the top when I remembered where she liked to be touched. I found her rectum with my finger and as I inserted it up to the first knuckle, she mumbled a cry out of her full throat and drove her hips into my face as a gush of fluids escaped out her opening onto my chin and neck. I released her clit with my lips and moved down to her hole and lapped up as much of her juices as I could. Tasting that wonderful taste of hers, I shot my load deep within her mouth and down her throat. Her orgasm didn’t slow her down in the least bit. After licking my cock clean, she twirled back around, grabbed me by the shoulders, rolled over onto her back and pulled me down on top her herself; trying to get my now flaccid cock into her waiting vagina. I needed more time to recuperate before I could get it hard again so I adjusted my position upon my knees and continued to go down on her with my mouth. She wanted more, she was demanding more and she wouldn’t settle for anything less; she was going mad with desire. I didn’t know how to satisfy her cravings at this point; I couldn’t perform with my limp cock and she couldn’t stand the oral stimulation I was trying. I suddenly raised her knees to her head, exposing her anus to my face and instinctively went down on her rose bud. I put my mouth around it, stuck out my tongue and plunged it in as far as it would go. This brought groans and cries from her as she spread her legs wide in acceptance to my tongue. I was licking and probing her hole with my tongue as I manually tired to stimulate her clitoris. She was wild with desire and I hoped that I could manually satisfy her. I inserted my thumb up her vagina as I put my middle finger up her butt and started sawing her two holes together. She was starting to find her rhythm as she continued to move with my hand and then I felt my erection return. As I removed my digital assault on her openings, she groaned in a disapproving gesture but as soon as I placed my hard cock at her vaginal opening and started my penetration, she squealed her approval, spreading her legs wide and pulling hard on my butt. She humped me and my cock for all she was worth as we both built up to another orgasm. Over and over I rammed it in to her waiting, wanting hole, slamming into her cervix. She was screaming now with anticipation, “OH, OH, OH,” in rhythm with each penetration and then she lifted her entire body off of the bed except her shoulders and her heels and exploded into the wildest ride imaginable. She was bucking with her chest, tummy and her hips, trying to throw me off but was also trying to suck me into her. Her arms were tight around my back and my butt as she drove her hips into each thrust. Finally she started coming down from her orgasmic experience as she continued to twitch and jerk with every movement on my part and then she collapsed under me and lay motionless; exhausted and spent. We slept the entire night, I didn’t even wake up to go pee like I normally do, and when I awoke lying next to my “Sleeping Beauty”, I just wanted to cuddle and be close to her, just like that, for the rest of my life. I felt so content I almost wanted to cry out for the whole world to hear but restrained myself to a whisper as I said, “Kristy, I love you.” She didn’t hear me because she was still sound a sleep but I knew that she knew and that’s all that mattered. I got up to fix us breakfast and I thought that we might get in the Jeep and head up north to the head of the Mississippi River. The true beginning was discovered some 90 years ago to be a lake with no inlets that was just south of the Canadian border. I was up there once before and I thought that as long as we were here, I’d show Kristy the sights. As I was just getting everything out of the refrigerator to start breakfast, I heard a knock at the door of the coach so I went to see who was here; thinking it was probably Carrie which it was. Inviting her in I said, “Kristy’s not up yet,” and I inquired if there was anything that I could do for her. “My Momma wants to know if you can watch me again today, something about them going to a mall somewhere,” Carrie said. “Where is she?” I asked smiling at Carrie. “She’s in the Caravan,” she replied. “Why don’t you go in and wake up Kristy and I’ll go over and talk with your Mom,” I said inviting her in. She looked around my coach and said with her mouth wide open, “Jeez John, I’ve never seen the inside of your coach before, it’s a beauty,” she said as she whistled softly. “Thanks,” I said chuckling, “Kristy’s in the bedroom there,” pointing the way, “I’ll go on over and see your Mom,” as I went down the steps. About half way there, I suddenly realized that Carrie would know where Kristy slept at night, with her Gramps, and that would lead to all kinds of questions. It was too late now so I would handle it when I got back. Oh God, did I ever screw up this time. Carrie’s Mom told me that the two of them were going to go the Mall of the Americas and since Carrie was having so much fun playing with Kristy, they told her that if it was alright with us, she could stay here for the day and, if we didn’t mind, into the evening hours considering the distance they had to travel. I told her that it was fine, that I was going to take Kristy up the head of the Mississippi and that Carrie was welcome to spend the night with us and they could take their time getting back to the campgrounds. Everything was great as I left and I wondered how it was on the home front. I was about to find out and as I approached the coach, I heard a conversation going on through an open window to the bedroom. “You mean you sleep naked with your Grandfather?” asked Carrie in a disbelieving voice. Kristy must have acknowledged that question in an affirmative because the next question was even more unbelievable. “What does your Grandfather have on?” Whatever she said was met with shock because she said, “Oh my gosh, he’s in the nutty?” She thought for a moment then asked, “Do you mean that you have the Naughty with him? I mean, he puts his donger into ya?” Kristy must have been getting dressed because the conversation became distant as they went out into the living part of the coach. I decided that I had better get in there and see how much damage I could repair. As I walked up the steps, Carrie came right out with it, “Kristy tells me that the two of you are doing it. Well, I say “Good onya,” mates, and more power to yas,” Carrie said with a big grin on her face. “I thought as much, you two sittin’ next to each other, grinnin’ like a shot fox. I knew as much. My lips are sown.” As an afterthought she said, “Maybe some time you will let me watch yous.” No, I thought, not a chance on that one. Knowing about it and seeing it are two completely different animals. No way am I going there with this one. I made her promise not to tell anyone about what she found out about the two of us today and she swore on a stack of bibles. I felt somewhat better but I was looking forward to seeing the rear license plate head out down the road. After breakfast, we all left for the head of the Mississippi in the Jeep with me in the front and the two girls sitting in the back. It took us about two hours to drive up there and as we walked down a trail to the lake, I was caught by the long thin legs of both of the beauties going before me and my mind began to wonder about Carrie’s request. What are you thing about John, there’s no way I’m going to do it with Kristy in front of Carrie. Kristy suddenly grabbed Carrie’s hand as we neared the lake and took off at a fast run. Carrie’s skirt began waving in the breeze and it soon flew up to expose her panties she wore under her short little skirt. My heart skipped a beat as I watched from behind the two cute girls that I had in my custody; the cute little sexy girls. I let them walk out into the lake as far as they dared. Kristy was wearing some short shorts that covered her butt and that was about all, while Carrie, of course was wearing her skirt. As they ventured out further, Carrie raised her skirt so she wouldn’t get it wet while Kristy stopped when it almost reached her shorts. They stood out there for the longest time with Carrie holding up her skirt with one had and holding Kristy’s hand with the other. I was starting to see an attraction build up in Kristy for her new Australian friend and I wondered just how far she would take it. There was a walking trail in the actual stream that was the head of the mighty Mississippi and they let you walk along in the ankle deep water until it got to be about knee deep and then there was an exit from the stream. I let the girls walk the head waters and they got out at the designated jumping out place and then we all walked back to the Jeep. It was getting to be late afternoon by the time we neared the campground so I pulled over at a favorite restaurant and we all went in to eat. The girls sat on the opposite side in a booth and they sat very close together. They were joking around, whispering in each others ear and giggling at what was being said. Sometimes one of them would put there hands under the table and then the other would giggle and squirm. There was something going on but I wasn’t privy to. I would try to engage them in conversation and for the most part, they would answer my questions when asked, but I could tell that they really wished that I would be quiet, pay the check when it came and drive them home. I was really trying to figure it all out when a slight moan escaped the lips of Carrie as she closed her eyes for a second when Kristy’s hand was under the table. As I drove back to the campgrounds in the dark, the two of them were awfully quiet in the back seat and they were sitting right next to each other. I would try to see them when I checked my rear view mirror but I couldn’t see what they were doing. Once, when a car came up behind me, I could make out their silhouette in the mirror and it looked like Kristy was kissing Carrie’s neck she was sitting so close. Then I saw her hand placed between Carrie’s wide spread legs and Carrie’s head was bent back and resting on the head rest. They didn’t see me looking at them through the rear view mirror but after that first glimpse of them, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of their activities. I was driving a little erratically with my eyes glued to the mirror and I was having trouble keeping the Jeep in my lane. But I finally pulled it into the campgrounds and cleared my throat rather loudly as a signal for them to knock it off. They giggled and laughed as they exited the Jeep and skipped into the coach. I watched them from the rear and noticed a small wet stain showing through Carrie’s white skirt. I wondered what her panties looked like. They sat down on the couch and laughed as they looked up to see what I would do next. I looked at them for a moment and then suggested, “Why don’t you girls take the bedroom tonight; I’ll sleep out here on the couch?” They didn’t say “Thank you” or “That’s nice of you Gramps” or anything at all, they just got up giggling and headed for the bedroom. I wished they had invited me to go along with them so I could see what they were doing to each other but I figured that three was considered one too many. Instead, I said to them, “Why don’t you girls change in the bathroom and I can get my stuff out of the bedroom for tonight, I might just want to wear something,” and chuckled. They didn’t even get my little joke they were so anxious to be alone and went directly into the bathroom and closed the door. I went into the bedroom, got my stuff and walked over to the bathroom door and listened intently. I heard a muffled groan and then a soft whispering direction of “Take off your clothes and I’ll do the same. Then we can feel each other’s pussy.” My mind was racing, trying to think of a way that I could see what was going on. I had to see my granddaughter seduce this Australian girl, I had to. So I hurriedly went to the living room, put down my stuff and went back to the bedroom and opened the door just a little so I could see. I retreated to the bathroom door and listened in and heard them moaning and groaning and an occasional, “Oh that feels so good,” out of Carrie. Then I heard a bump as they started to come out of the bathroom so I made a dash for the living room but kept the bedroom door ajar just a little. They came out into the bedroom, both of them were anxious to get under the covers in the bed. They didn’t even notice that I had left the bedroom door part way open so I turned out the lights in the living room and crept up so that I could see them in their entirety just as they made their way to the bed. Kristy pushed Carrie down on her back and climbed on top of her right between her out stretched legs. It was Kristy who asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” “I would be in the shit if my oldies ever found out what I was doin’, but hell yeah I’m sure,” exclaimed Carrie. “You’ve made me piss my panties already so go ahead and do your thing.” She closed her eyes and moved her hips a little upward. Kristy looked down on her new friend as if thinking of what she wanted to do to this girl. Then she must have made up her mind because she scooted herself down in between Carrie’s legs and put her finger right on her lips. Carrie sighed and tensed up a little but then relaxed as Kristy finger started moving around on her pubic area. Kristy had learned her lessons well because she progressed in the same way I had advanced with her, many times before. She found Carrie’s clitoris and as she touched it, Carrie moaned out loud and jerked her hips away from the stimulation. As Kristy touched it again, Carrie moaned even louder but at least didn’t retract from her finger this time. Again Kristy assaulted the clitoral area and Carrie asked, “Oh Kristy, what are you doing to me? It feels so, ah, so…wonderful down there.” “I’m touching your clitoris. Doesn’t it feel great? My Gramps touches me down there just like that and I cream my panties all the time,” she exclaimed. “Now, what do think of this?” as she put her finger up Carrie’s hole. “Oh crackens,” Carrie cried. “What are you doing trying to plug my hole?” “It’s just my finger and doesn’t it feel good?” she asked. “Well yeah, but it hurts if you put it up there too far,” Carrie stated. “Well, how about this,” as Kristy lowered her mouth to Carrie’s little pussy and kissed her right on her lips. “Oh Lordie, what are you doing?” she shrieked. But instead of answering, Kristie moved her tongue in between Carrie’s lips and drug it up her canal and over her clit once again. Carrie threw her head back against the bed and inhaled a deep breath as she strained to feel the thrill of her first tongue action. Then as Kristy made her way back to Carrie’s opening, the little Australian put her hands on Kristy’s head and pulled her deeper into her virginal vagina with a cry from her lips. I looked on as Kristy’s ass was sticking up in the air and her face was buried into Carrie’s pussy and I thought that I would die with frustration. So I quietly entered the room, dropped my pants and scooted up to Kristy’s back side and felt for her pussy lips. Kristy felt my cock as it brushed up against her steaming cunt and she let out a small little moan and moved her hips back into my cock. I slid my hands down and opened her up and then, placing it at the opening, I slowly thrust forward and it slid into her wet vagina. As I bottomed out, Kristy moaned out loud causing Carrie to open her eyes and, seeing me standing behind Kristy’s ass, she exclaimed, “What are you doing to her Gramps, putting it in her bun hole?” “I’m doing it doggie style. I’m putting it in her vagina. What to see?” I asked. “Oh cracken yes, but this feels so good. Can’t you wait for awhile?” “I can wait but I don’t know for how long,” I said, humping my granddaughter behind. “Oh My Lordie, Kristy, it feels so different down there. What’s happening to me? Oh, Oh, OH, OH, MY LORDIE WHAT’S HAPPENING?” She cried out as she tensed up and experienced her first orgasm. “Oh my, oh my, it feel so, so…so wonderfulllllll,” and she started humping Kristy’s mouth. I kept up my assault on Kristy’s pussy from the rear and she loved the feeling of this new position. I reached down between her legs and felt for her clitoris and started to rub my thumb and finger over it. As Carrie was coming down from her explosion, I told her to come around and see where I was putting my cock into Kristy’s body before it was too late, so crawling out from Kristy’s mouth, she slid around and put her head right into Kristy’s butt cheeks and gasped in amazement. She watched as I slid it in and out of her Kristy’s opening, faster and harder as I continued to squeeze her clitoris between my fingers. She was breathing hard and moaning as she built up to her release and then she could take it no more as she pushed back into me with her hips and collapsed down onto her tummy but thrust her hips upward in a last ditched effort to stimulate an orgasm for me also. Somehow I held it back and as soon as Kristy realized it, she threw herself down on my slick cock and took it deep within her mouth. Carrie’s eyes were wide with amazement as she took it all the way down into her mouth and then opening her lips wide, she extended it down her throat and deep throated me completely. She didn’t gag in the least as she rubbed it on her voice box. It felt so wonderful, I started to well up and before I knew it, I unloaded with a jerk and a cry from my lips as I shot a rope of sperm right into Kristy’s stomach via her throat. This made her gag a little and as I withdrew it from her mouth, I shot another rope right into her face, and then another and another. Kristy’s eyes were closed but she made no attempt to block them or shy away from the splattering of sperm bouncing off of her nose and cheeks and oozing down her to her chin. The disbelieving look on Carrie’s face was perfect. This Australian sweet heart had just witnessed something that she could only imagine. She had seen a grandfather make love with his granddaughter, doggie style, bring her to an orgasm and then watched as his granddaughter took his engorged cock down her throat and seen his sperm shoot out onto her face. Oh, by the way, she had experienced her first orgasm as well by another girl eating her pussy. Now this was a holiday to remember. We slept together that night, all in the same bed and all of us naked as can be. The next day I used my mouth to bring Carrie to another orgasm as she straddled my face; looking on as Kristy rode my cock. They were facing each other, playing with each others boobies and kissing passionately all the way to their release. Needless to say, we didn’t get Carrie back to her family until around 11 that morning and I told her parents that we stayed up way too late last night and I let them sleep in. She said, “No worries,” and smiled her thank you. They pulled out the next day for another park out west, never to be heard from again. We also pulled out of the campground the following day and continued our summer travels to no place in particular. As I tried to help her answer some of her questions concerning her newfound discoveries, we had each other to love and cherish and a whole lot more of this beautiful country to explore.

My Lucky Family ? An Erotic Story The heavy manila folder holds little clue as to why the woman is there. The curator leafs through dry statistics of Name, age, sex, height, weight, the fact that the woman had a child, probably at only ten years old. Each dry dusty page telling of treatments and mild incidents. None of them being serious enough to be a clue as to why she is there in the first place. Strangely, no commitment papers. Is this one of those *political* cases you hear about, where somebody is just made to disappear? The curator's heart beats faster at both the worry and the implications of the possibility. What a bonus ... a Godsend, if you will, if it turns out to be true. A way to make her name, and get out of this horrible place at the same time. After going through the thick sheaf of papers, the woman tries to stuff them back into the tan folder ... only they won't *quite* fit back where they came from. A small box makes a lump in the bottom, preventing the papers from fitting inside without it being removed and replaced first. It's a small plastic cassette-box, with merely a case-number on the cover, matching the case of the woman outside. Inside is an unlabeled tape. The curator looks around and finds an old, heavy tape deck, almost the size of a breadbox in the corner, and hauls it out. Surprisingly, the old dinosaur still works without shredding the fragile tape. She grabs a hot cup of coffee before settling down to listen to the aged record. A A hiss, and then a male voice speaks haltingly; somewhat garbled by the wrinkling of the first part of the tape. "Case number seventy-two-twenty-three," says the voice. "Maria ... Jones, since she won't tell her last name. The girl was found in the ruins, clutching her year-old daughter, with both children VERY dehydrated and long past memory of food. "This tape is being recorded to show the judge and those who might follow why this poor young woman *must* be committed to a hospital for the Criminally Insane, and never EVER be released. After you hear it, you too will understand the danger. Even at only eleven years old, the girl is far too convincing to be allowed out in the General Public." For a second, the curator's anger flares. She *knew* this was a political case! This will make her career for certain. That Poor Woman! "The following is a direct transcript the girl agreed to, telling her story, when asked about her father, her family, and most-importantly, her sex life before the collapse." Sex-life? Collapse? Family? What have THEY to do with why a young woman is effectively imprisoned-for-life in a mental institution? For a minute the woman's anger flares and then dies again as the tape hisses, crackles and pops; until eventually the voice of a child speaks up clearly; hesitant at first, then firmer and stronger. No, I never really remember the first time I had sex. Sex was just something Dad and I did, as far back as I remember ... even further. In fact, the first time I remember being aware of sex at all, was watching my two brothers pork my little sister, when she was about three, and they were about five and seven. All three kids were having a grand time; although the boys weren't old enough to squirt in Lena yet. Of course, *she* enjoyed it more than they did; having *two* hunky big brothers to fuck, while (at the time) they only had one little sister. It would be probably five or six years before Josh ejaculated in Momma and then later my sisters and me; and longer than that before Michael left his first big squirt of semen inside Cindy's little slit one day while the other kids were all playing "house" with Lena playing the mom, Josh playing the dad, and the two younger kids playing their children watching "Mom and Dad make a baby" and then copying them. With me being the oldest, naturally I started long before they did; only I started with Dad, since my brothers were either too young or hadn't been born yet. Yes, I had sex with Dad since I was a baby. Momma has pictures of me sucking Dad off in the high-chair, and Dad squirting thick gooey cum all over (and in!) my baby-vagina while I was still in diapers. By the time I was three, out of diapers, and the crib occupied by my little brother, I was sleeping all the time between Momma and Dad. I understand that about half the time Dad and Momma would make love while I watched ... and the other half Dad would make love to me instead. I'd either suck Dad off, or he'd put his big dong up between my legs and squirt his thick gooey cum up in and on me ... usually IN me, as he sealed his prick against my tiny hole and ejaculated gooey gobs of cum right up inside my body, through my still virginal hymen, so it sometimes took *hours* to leak out afterwards. By the time I was three or four, Dad usually managed to get the head of his prick and probably an inch or two of the shaft up my hole, so it wasn't nearly so messy when he filled my belly with his goo. By then Dad was also fucking me in the ass; almost as often, but not much deeper. Besides that, I usually sucked Dad off about two or three times a day as well. Me? No I didn't mind it. If it made Dad feel good to have me suck his prick or squirt his cum up inside my cunny, then why not? It sure didn't hurt me, it made Dad feel good, and it sure didn't bother Momma. Like I said, it was seeing my little brother and sister having sex ... full vaginal intercourse, that eventually clued me in that what Dad and I did was having sex too. Dumb, but that's the way it was. Before that, fucking and sucking Dad was just something I did ... something physical no more unusual than kissing or taking a bath together. Even there, I never realized that Dad's kisses were anything unusual from what most kids got, as Momma and Dad *always* gave us kids open-mouthed kisses filled with lots of tongue. We never realized there *was* another way to kiss, until one of Josh's little girlfriends said, "Gross!" when he stuck his tongue halfway down the little girl's throat. After that, Mom showed us all how to do "friend" kisses to use with non family. Did I mind having sex with Dad? Why should I? There wasn't anything *wrong* with it; and it felt good. Besides, Dad Liked getting off in me, especially once I got to be about five or six years old and could take four or five inches of his prick, and then later ALL of his penis up inside my hot little hole when he ejaculated his sperm inside me. Like I said, it felt GOOD to have Dad shaking and shoving on top of me, while he jerked thick greasy gobs of goo into my belly. That the semen he was squirting inside me contained millions of the same sperm that had created me years earlier in Momma's tummy, just added to the thrill; knowing Dad loved me enough to even *try* to get me pregnant with his baby, just like he did our mother. Of course, by then, Dad was also almost-fucking my little sister Lena; sliding about two or three inches in and out of the cute little fuck before squirting her tight little ass or cunny almost as full of thick gooey cum as he usually did in me, when he slid all the way up inside me and ejaculated his sperm right into my womb where it belonged. Lena liked to suck Dad off too; though (like in her cunny) the kid couldn't get more than a few inches into her mouth. Still, they both had fun; and Dad seemed to like ejaculating his sperm in the youngster's tummy almost as much as he liked porking me. Even Cindy got her share from Dad, if not quite as much as us older kids. I remember watching Dad standing by the high-chair, his prick bulging as he sent several gobs of sticky goo into our little sister's mouth as the baby sucked on the tip and barely managed to get the glans into her tiny mouth as Dad filled her tummy with his sperm. Cindy liked sucking Dad off as much as us older girls did. Huh? Of *course* we liked sucking Dad off! You'd think it was something disgusting or something, the way some people act when it's even mentioned. While not the greatest tasting thing to eat or swallow, it's not that bad either. Mainly it's just sticky and bland. Not my favorite food ... but not something I'd turn down if offered when hungry, either. Oh, I wouldn't suck Dad's dick after it's been in my ass or something; but other than that, it's not nasty, no matter what some people say. Even after Dad has had it up my cunny or my sister's, for that matter, it's not bad. Heck, both of my sisters taste pretty good, if you ask me. Besides having the little kid suck him off, sometimes when Cindy was fresh from having her diaper changed, Dad would jack-off into the little kid ... sometimes even using MY hole to get wet in, before holding his prick up against the youngster's tiny little cleft and then squirting great gray gobs of sticky goo onto and into the little girl, before closing up her diaper with his cum still filling Cindy's tight little slit and the diaper itself. It was so exciting, knowing that at least *some* of Dad's cum was actually inside the tot's tiny little cunny where it belonged; as if Dad was trying to get our little sister pregnant before her second birthday. So, Dad and I had sex for years; oral, anal and vaginal. After a while, my two little brothers joined in; fucking both me, my mother, and (when they got a little bigger) both of our little sisters too. Didn't I think it was wrong? What planet are you from, anyway? Wrong? Wrong to love my own father? OK, wrong to *make love to my own father*? What's the difference? I'm sure Dad liked it just as much as I did. What's WRONG about sucking your father's prick, especially if he likes it? What's WRONG about swallowing his cum ... It's tasty, rich in protein, and good for you. What's WRONG about cuddling up with your little brother, and having his little prick scratch the itch in your cunny? What's WRONG about sex anyway? Geesh! Dad? Dad having sex with ME? What's wrong about THAT? What's WRONG about your father loving you enough to do the same things with you that he does with his wife, the one he loves most in the world? What's WRONG with him making you feel good with his tongue, body, and especially his prick inside you, warming you up and loving you in the best way possible? Besides, how the FUCK could I ever feel it was WRONG to love my own dad, especially since we'd been making love practically since the day I was born? Wrong? I'll tell you what's WRONG with the world. WRONG is when a father beats his little girl, abandons her and her mother as a baby. WRONG is when a father comes home drunk and beats his wife. WRONG is when a father doesn't get enough sex, and leaves his family for another. Wrong is when a father never gets to see his little girl naked and feel her cunny wrapped around his prick ... being forced to leave that to some STRANGER who will never love her like he does. WRONG is seeing your father all horny and lonely, being forced to jack-off because your mother isn't available, and you're too self-centered and selfish to give him the relief he needs with your mouth or tight little cunny. WRONG is never getting to go to sleep with your father, the one who loves you most in the world, his prick limp inside you after filling your womb with his seed. WRONG is having to hide your love for the most important man in your world by *pretending* you don't want to got to bed with or have sex with him. WRONG is spitting out cum or making faces, when your father ejaculates in your mouth, instead of showing your appreciation by licking your lips and smiling as you swallow each precious drop. WRONG is never telling your father how much you like his prick swelling and then spurting inside you. No, wrong is not loving your father in the most intimate way possible; and wrong is him not showing his love for you in the same way. All too many families break up because of lack-of-love. How can it possibly be wrong to touch, kiss, cuddle-with, fellate, lick, suck, and yes, have full vaginal intercourse with those you love, and who love you? I pity the poor girls who are forced to go through life without once tasting the pungent flavor of their own father's cum; never feel his arms around them while they lie naked in bed together, never feel his swollen prick inching inside their bellies, and their father's prick swelling and pouring his love into the fertile depths of their wombs. Most of all though, I pity those poor girls who never ever EVER get to feel their father's baby growing inside their wombs; kicking and squirming their way to life inside their bodies like they once kicked and squirmed inside their mother. Such a sad life, both for you AND the poor father who never once gets to feel his little girl naked next to him in bed, her arms wrapped around him as she squirms her tight little tunnel down on his prick, and then loves it with her body until he finally gives her the love she wants by pouring his seed into her womb and making a life there that they both will love. No, how can it even FEEL wrong? Having made love to Dad ever since I was a baby, how could it EVER feel wrong to me? What would feel wrong would be going to bed at night without once feeling Dad show how much he loved me and how much I turned him on. Not feeling Dad's prick vibrating in my mouth as he prepared to squirt his precious seed, so I could taste every delicious drop. Not feeling my father push up hard inside me, his prick stiff and swollen as he begins flooding my insides with squirt after thick white squirt of his precious sperm-laden cum; as my own parent jerks and thrusts, and TRIES to plant his baby deep in my womb. Never feeling Dad cuddled up to me from behind, as we nap in the afternoon; his wilting prick holding his precious seed inside me, so it doesn't leak all over the bed. Never watching dad show his *real* love for my little sister by holding her, cuddling her, and then slipping his prick inside the little kid until her belly is bulging from our father's penis jerking and swelling inside her tiny belly; pumping in and out until Dad shows how much he loves my little sister by flooding her tiny little womb with the same precious seed he just finished ejaculating in my own tummy not an hour earlier. Wrong? WRONG? How can it be wrong to love your own father? That would be like it being wrong to eat, drink, or take a shit. (Though I understand SOME perverts even think THAT is nasty, and try to hide such a natural thing as eliminating your wastes. Can you *imagine*? Taking a pee, or having to shit being NASTY? That's almost as insane as thinking SEX is nasty or evil!) I'll tell you WRONG! Wrong is seeing your father jerking his cum into an unfeeling rag, when you *could* be sucking his prick and tasting it yourself, or better yet feeling it squirt up inside your cunny like a woman should. Wrong is having to sleep alone, night after night, just because your father feels *guilty* about giving you the sex you so desperately need from him. Feeling guilty for doing the most natural thing in the world? Wrong is seeing your brother and sister fighting over a toy, when they could both be fighting *together* to get his cum deep inside her tummy where it belongs. Wrong is a father sitting with his little girl on his lap, straining to repress a hard-on, when he *could* be making both of them feel good by sliding it up inside his daughter's tight little hole, where it will make *both* of them feel good, and relieve the pressure in his balls by emptying his seed into her waiting young womb. Wrong is acting disgusted when your little brother peeks in on you taking a bath, instead of inviting the kid in to feel you up, and later join you in bed so you can relieve his sexual curiosity the right way ... by fucking him, like a sister should. Wrong is fighting, fighting, FIGHTING your sexuality by wearing ugly clothes around your parents, so they won't feel obligated to give you what you *really* want ... a belly full of your own father's prick and thick white semen filled with his virile sperm. Wrong is never being allowed to suck your father's prick, just because you want to, it tastes good, and most-of-all, because you know your father likes it. Wrong is never feeling your father or mother licking you "down there" because some idiot in a pulpit thinks it's "nasty" and "against nature", instead of being the most natural thing in the world for parent and child to snuggle up in bed together and make love with mouths, cunnies, pricks, or even assholes. Wrong is never feeling your father sliding his prick inside you, just because he knows you're horny and need a good fuck. Wrong is never EVER feeling your father's prick swelling inside you after a deliciously long screw, then bursting with the precious squirts of your own father's potent seed jetting into your belly when you're between periods, fertile, and your developing body needs sex the most. Having a baby? What's wrong with having a baby? Oh ... You mean having one by my *father*, as if that was something to be avoided? For God's sakes, WHY? Dad loved me, I loved Dad ... Why *shouldn't* we have a baby together? It's not as though I planned to *marry* my own father or anything. Having a baby is just the natural result of having sex; and I certainly wasn't going to stop loving Dad, just because my body was getting ripe to have a child of my own! When I do get married (probably in a year or two) I'll just expect my husband to take care of our little girl like Dad took care of me all these years. At the time he first knocked me up, I certainly didn't even *think* of avoiding sex with Dad, to avoid getting pregnant. If anything, thinking about it, I *wanted" to have my father's kid in my belly. And, I'm pretty sure Dad wanted the same thing. When I was nine, about four months after I had my first period and had three more, Mom decided it was time us kids got a little more "formal" sex-education, so us girls (especially me) didn't get pregnant "by accident". Well, it certainly wouldn't be by accident after *that* lesson! Momma got all of us kids in the big bedroom, and explained how girls like me (and eventually both of my little sisters) produced an egg each month, and if it didn't get fertilized by having a man pump his sperm in the girl's belly, her body shed the egg that month in a bloody-looking "period" and the girl's body then got ready so (with luck) she could get pregnant the next month. THEN, Momma told how (again, with luck) I could be ovulating *right then*, and had Dad get on top of me, slide his prick up inside my cunny, and ejaculate his sperm-filled cum inside my vagina, so we could all see *exactly* how a man planted his baby in a little girl (me). After that demonstration of baby-making, Momma made Dad promise to fuck me and ejaculate his sperm in me every day, so I could feel (and they could see) what it was like to have a real MAN get me pregnant with his babies. Yes, Momma *wanted* Dad to get me pregnant. In fact, she made Dad and both my two brothers *promise* to fuck, cum in, and get all three of us girls pregnant with their babies as often as they could ... and they did. By that time, Dad was already fucking Lena properly; having full vaginal intercourse with our little sister; sliding his swollen prick to the hilt in the little girl and ejaculating his sperm all the way up in her tummy, as Dad *tried* to get her pregnant years before she ever started ovulating. Of course, Cindy had to outdo both of us older girls. I remember watching Dad fuck her and cum in her vagina when she was only eight months' old; somehow managing to get almost an inch and a half of our father's thick prick inside her tiny little slot, while Dad jerked, thrust, and filled our little sister's baby cunny with thick squirts of sticky white baby-juice. By the time she was three, Dad was fucking the little kid properly. We would all gather around and watch as Dad had our little sister on the couch; sliding his dick almost all the way up into the little kid until Cindy's tummy was all swollen from Dad's prick bulging and then squirting inside her. Then, while Momma encouraged him, Dad would fill our little sister's tummy with thick heavy gobs of incestuous cum, just like he did with us older girls; actually *trying* to get our little sister pregnant with his baby at least two whole years before she ever started kindergarten. But then, Momma says Dad had done something similar with *me* when I was her age and even before. Only I was just too young at the time to remember it. What MORE could a little girl ask, than to be raised in a truly loving household than that? One where not only her own brothers love her enough to have sex with her every day when her body is developing and she needs sex the most, but her own FATHER is willing to fuck her, cum in her, and get her pregnant with his babies, just like he does (did) her own mother? No wonder I love my dad so much. I understand (now) that not many little girls have parents that will do that for their kids. Can you see why I love to have my father squirt his cum down my throat or up my cunny so much? To me, having almost continuous oral, anal, and vaginal sex, almost from the day I was born until I had my own kid at a little over ten years old, *at the time*; with Dad ejaculating his cum down my throat, up my ass, and into my developing vagina almost every day, was just the normal life I thought *all* kids had, instead of only a precious few like my brothers, sisters, and I did. God, I was SO lucky! I feel sorry for you people. How incredibly sad for you. You say you have a son and daughter yourself? How sad for them too. It makes me weep for a father who never learns how much his little girl really loves him, by feeling her body wrapped around his, her tight little cunny squeezing the precious fluid from his body into hers. It makes me weep to think of a daughter who never will know the true love of her father. Never to feel his body next to hers, his thick member inside her body, spurting love into the very center of her soul. A child who will grow up unloved and forced out in the world to learn a sad travesty of it from some stranger. A girl who never gets to feel the child of their love beating it's way to life in her body, in the most intimate act of love a father and daughter can have. I weep to think of a child who will never sit on her grandfather's lap, his staff of love buried deep in her body; filling her with the love that only a grandparent can have for a little girl. I weep to think of a grandfather, never to feel his granddaughter's tight little cunny sliding down his prick and then sitting there loving him in the way only a granddaughter can, until he erupts in thick white squirts into his little girl's womb. I weep to think of a brother and sister, never to know the true love of Family; instead squabbling over toys and fighting, rather than enjoying each other's body the way nature intended. To be a little girl, NEVER going to sleep with her brother's prick buried in her tight little slit, still leaking brotherly cum into her body. To be a boy, never to feel his sister wrapped around his penis as they go to sleep at night, cuddled up in the love for each other that only siblings can know. To never feel your brother's prick spurting thin boy-cum in your mouth; never to taste your brother's seed; never to feel his penis in your bum, and never ever to know the ultimate joy of feeling his baby growing inside you. It makes me cry. I cannot help but cry, thinking of whole generations of daughters who will never know how much their fathers truly love them. Of parents who never will share with their children the love that only a parent can share with a child ... of mating and yes, having sex with them. Little boys who will never share their beds with their mothers, girls who never will feel the joy of sleeping with their father, his thick prick leaking precious sperm in their bellies after a bout of loving sex that only a father and daughter can share. Yes, I weep for you ... You and those people out there you call, "Normal Society" who never will know what true love and happiness are, all because of an incredibly STUPID taboo against the most common and natural love there ever could be ... that of a parent for a child and child for its family. Stupid, stupid, STUPID taboo! The rest of the tape is filled with hisses and pops, and a quiet sobbing until it stops with a jerk at the end. The young curator, now weeping herself, pops the plastic item out of the deck and replaces it in the manila folder. The woman remembers a study in college, where a professor had studied memes; and had started an experiment with his class. For several weeks he bullied and pushed his class into being a cohesive whole that also bullied and rejected any difference. The students were taught pride-of- class, and to look down on lesser people who didn't have the same values. Class attendance SOARED over the next few weeks, as the professor taught the class the values and methods ... of fascism. He was absolutely astounded and dismayed at how fast and furious the class grew in size, with hundreds of students fighting to join the class, and for the class itself to accept the idea of looking down on a stranger, putting class goals above self, and valuing *only* what one could do for those on the inside. When, after several weeks ended, the professor revealed that he was merely giving the class a demonstration of memes and their power, in this case of fascism, there was almost a riot. Thoughts and beliefs ARE dangerous ... especially when tightly held and obviously believed by the person doing the telling. This country has a grand and glorious history of allowing *all* people to speak out and spread their beliefs far and wide. Communists and Nazi thugs both are allowed to proselytize. The KKK is allowed to hold marches in the streets of Missouri, and the Sons of the Reverend Sun Yung Moon are allowed to sell flowers and recruit cult members on the Streets of San Francisco. All allowed, and none suppressed, in the name of "Freedom of speech" and "Freedom of Religion" the basic freedoms to speak up and push *your* beliefs onto others, to *talk* and tell why your method-of- life is better. However, *some* beliefs and lifestyles are still vigorously suppressed, even in the USA. Some are public, like the Mormon Polygamy ... and some so violently opposed by Society that they aren't named or even allowed to be spoken *about*. Dangerous beliefs that could destroy Society as it now is, if a True Believer was allowed to speak up and convince others of the Truth of his or her convictions. But then ... Who is to say such a new society might not be better than the horror we now live in? Also, the world and United States are not the same places they were thirty, twenty, or even ten years ago, either. Then the curator stares blindly out the window, past and through the woman whose case she had worried about earlier; having not the slightest idea of what she *is* going to do; the filing cabinet remaining open by her side as she almost forgets it's there; a cold cup of coffee remaining forlorn and undrunk on the almost bare surface of the big desk.

Author's note: This "saga" is just a collection of descriptive sexual encounters between characters. I tried to give each one a (probably lame) back story by writing it into the sex, however, the purpose of this is for sexual enjoyment. Often whilst I'm browsing porn on xnxx, I get bored, and come to find some sex stories instead to get me off. That's what these stories are for. This kind of stuff gets me off - I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on it! I didn't waste time describing settings etc, you can fill that with your own imagination (whenever I'm reading stories on this forum, for some reason, in my head, most of them take place in this house I lived in when I was about 7). ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Anna, Bethany and Clare Ally woke up horny. She stumbled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Came a voice. The noise of Ally getting up had woken her sister up too. It wasn't surprising; although they were 18, they slept in the same bed. Ally stopped in the doorway and turned to look at Beth. "Sorry Beth... I just really needed to piss when I woke up!" she told her sister. Beth was laying on her side, wearing red silk lingerie which she generally slept in, her head propped up on one arm and her slender body showing off its brown tan in the sunlight which forced its way through the curtains. Her blonde hair looked neat even though she'd just woken from a 12 hour sleep, and her make-up didn't look too bad either. It must have been a pretty deep sleep. She tilted her head forward slightly and widened her eyes; a small pout spread across her lips as she tried to guilt-trip her sister. "Ugh... come on then, you!" Ally said, as if she had read Beth's mind. "I should have known you'd want me to involve you!" "Thanks, Al" Beth said as a deceptively innocent smile ran from her lips to her eyes. "You know I love watching you piss". She half jumped, half walked out of the bed to follow Ally into the bathroom. Ally's ass wiggled as she walked, clearly putting on a show for her sister, each buttock forming a beautiful crease next to her leg, and then smoothing out again as she reached the front of her stride. The girls were often told that their asses looked "like a second pair of tits without the nipples", which they took as a compliment. A small triangle of daylight was visible just below their pussies. The two worked hard on their physical appearance, and hard work paid off. Ally got to the bathroom, pulling her panties down as she crossed the doorway. A glistening string of pussy juice held on to the gusset of her panties, as if in a weak attempt to hold them in place. She threw the light blue lacy knickers at Beth with a wink. "Ahh thanks! I should have known you'd wake up horny. God I love your pussy in the mornings! Thanks for this," she smiled as if a great gift had been received, "I wish my cunt would leak like yours does." She brought the wet gusset up to her lips and cutely began to taste the girl-cum Ally had leaked onto them. She was like a child with a particularly morish dessert, savouring each lick to prolong the experience. She kissed the wet patch as though it were a lover's lips, smiling at her sister as she did. "You're so cute" Ally said as she watched her sister appreciate her pussy's taste. "Come over here baby you've earned my piss this morning." She beckoned with her hand, causing her bare breasts to jiggle slightly. She subconsciously grasped at her nipple and pinched it briefly, a reaction she'd always had when she was anticipating sexual activity. "hang on, I've just got to finish with these" Beth said. "Well hurry up, I'm bursting!" Ally desperated. Beth gave the blue panties a long lick to quickly spread the delicious cum onto her tongue. She looked pleased with it and very briefly like she might have been satisfied. She kissed her sister on the lips to share some of the taste. "Mhmm, nothing like panty cum to start off filthy Saturday is there?" Ally said. The girls smiled at each other and shared a few more affectionate kisses on the lips. "Shall I piss on your pussy then?" Ally asked Beth, who had taken off her panties and had begun to sit on the bathroom floor. "Yes please; try to get it as a stream rather than splashing everywhere, I want to run my clit under it" Beth said. Her voice had changed slightly to reflect the sexual desperation that was taking over her. "Okay gorgeous girl. Here it comes" Ally said with a smile as she squatted down. Beth was sitting on the floor, her legs open. She leaned back slightly with her upper back against the wall, one hand was holding her pussy lips apart whilst the other stabilised her. Ally noticed a gentle drip of excitement run out from Beth's cunt opening, and down to her asshole. She wondered what her own cunt looked like from her sister's point of view. "God you're hot" Beth said quietly. Ally just smiled as the stream of piss began to run out of her pussy. She lent a hand to it, holding the lips apart to encourage a single stream of piss to splash over her sister's clit. Beth didn't make a sound; her breathing was heavy and her head tilted backwards. She had a smile across her face and her eyes slightly closed, but couldn't close them fully because of the temptation to watch her sister's pussy sowing its gift down onto her. Her clit felt amazing. "I love pissing on your gorgeous cunt like this," Ally said, "and god your face is hot." "It just feels amazing, so warm and so dirty." Beth's voice was strangely loving; to an onlooker it may have sounded out of place, as though the girls were engaging in regular, uninteresting activity. As Ally let the last of her piss trickle out, she sat down across Beth's lap and planted a long kiss on her lips. The girls' faces were quite similar; they were both 18 and born 10 months apart. Although Beth was the younger one, it wasn't obvious. They'd been sleeping in the same bed since they were 14, and were deeply in love with each other in a very sexual way. "I can't believe how far we've come together sometimes," Beth said with a smile. Her hand was still on her pussy, gently moving to illicit a feeling in her clit. Ally's pussy pressed gently against Beth's wrist as she gyrated it, naturally after the piss and the sexual turn on of the situation, Beth's wrist was wet and they could hear a very faint squelch as it separated and reunited Ally's cunt lips. Beth continued. "How many girls our age have what we have? We make love to each other, we care for each other, we support each other... I'm just so happy that I've got you. You're gorgeous, amazing, you have a fucking hot pussy, and I love you!" She kissed Ally and smiled at her, keeping eye contact as she spread her love. "Aww baby, thank you. I'm just glad we've got each other. I couldn't imagine waking up in the morning without your lips waiting for me, or going to bed without kissing your cunt. I never thought, when we were 14 and first masturbated together, that it would lead to this." She recalled their first encounter, where they had explored their bodies as innocently as any young teenager does. "I know, Al. You're perfect - and a complete whore!" she giggled. "Oh shut up you're worse than me!" The two kissed again and stood up. After a rinse in the shower they put their dressing gowns on and headed down to breakfast. Ally was first to enter the kitchen. Their mother, Clare, had one leg up on a chair and was fingering her cunt gently. She was faced away from the girls as they walked in, her pert, round, perfectly proportioned ass slightly apart. Her asshole was visible, and her inner lips followed the movement of her fingers. She was almost silhouetted against the bright kitchen window. She was looking up, watching the TV screen that was in the corner of the kitchen. It was a video of the empty bathroom where Beth and Ally had just been. Clare heard them enter and turned around. "Morning beauties, how are you this morning? Good sleep?" She smiled and walked over, arms wide to hug her daughters. She was wearing a tight white T shirt pulled over her tits quite tightly, and nothing else. Presumably her panties had come off when she started masturbating. Her blonde hair, exactly the same shade as her daughters', fell down over her shoulders. Unlike Beth, her hair was messy after the night's sleep, but looked beautiful anyway. Her eyes were large and friendly, and she was as toned and womanly as her daughters. They did work out together, usually, to maintain good shape. "So, were you watching us then?" Ally asked her mother. She picked up the black satin thong that was on the floor, which her mother had obviously taken off to finger herself, and brought it to her lips, sucking on the small wet section of material that had clung to her mother's horny pussy moments before. "Yes I was - and I am so proud of you two. I'm so happy that my girls are so happy." She was referring to the TV she'd been watching which, five minutes before, had been a live CCTV stream of her daughters' sex session. "Thanks, Mum" Beth said as Clare put her arms around the girls. Ally dipped her head slightly, found her mother's nipple standing out under her T shirt, and sucked on it. Clare's breast milk filtered through the soft cotton and into Ally's hungry mouth. "Mhmm I thought you'd be a hungry girl after that naughty session earlier!" Clare said, looking down at Ally. Ally smiled but did not take her lips away from her mother's leaking breast. Beth gently licked her mother's lips as if to divert her attention away from Ally. Clare looked pleased, and kissed Beth. "Come on girls let's go and sit down. I love it when you suck the milk out of my tits every Saturday. I'm so glad we carried on breastfeeding together way past the normal age. You've grown into such beautiful young women." "Mum, honestly I think we're so attracted to each other because of our little milk drinking sessions growing up. When we used to sit and feed on your tits, we felt so comfortable with your body. I guess that's why we started touching your pussy as we sucked, because we were just so secure and loved." Beth said. They all reached the living room sofa, Clare sat down, and the girls assumed a semi-foetal position either side of their mother, ready for their milk drinking session. "I set the living room camera up to better focus on this sofa by the way, seeing as that's where the three of us get up to most of our mischief in this room. Aunty Dianne suggested it - when we were watching some videos of you two sixty-nining in here last week she thought it'd be nicer to get a better view." Clare's sister, Dianne, was also an incestuous lesbian. The two sisters had grown up fingering and licking each other. Their parents never knew, and they had found it difficult to hold a relationship so secretively. Clare had decided that, if she ever had daughters, she would allow them to have a relationship and not have to keep it secret. She wondered if her active encouragement of her daughters' love for each other was healthy; it did seem unlikely that their sexual relationship would have occurred even if Clare wasn't aware of it, but that seemed to have been the case. Ally stopped sucking gratefully on her mother's milky tit for a second. "It's so hot that you show videos of us to Aunty Dianne. When we go to stay with her, we feel like celebrities. She treats us as though she's a fan who's been watching us in movies, and has finally gotten to meet her idols. She fucks us with dildos and licks our assholes whilst we masturbate and never wants anything in return Mum, seriously. Obviously we like to taste her cunt but she's so eager to please us. It's fucking great to be honest!" "Hehe, one thing you should understand about your Aunt is that she loves giving. She used to get me off every morning... anyway, how's my milk today? You're both gorgeous little sluts for sucking my milk you know. Drink your fill my angels." "It's delicious today. My pussy is so wet Mum, when your milk tastes good I can focus on how dirty we're being and it turns me on like fuck!" Beth said between sucks. "Good, baby, I'm glad you like it." Clare assured her daughter, "if you ever get pregnant you can breastfeed me if you like." Ally, on the other hand, showed her appreciation for the milk by slipping a finger tenderly into her mother's wet vagina. Clare gasped slightly as Ally's finger caressed her pussy. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world to have her two daughters sucking her milk out, especially now that they were 18 and absolutely incredibly good looking. They still loved their mother's milky tits, and her cunt for that matter. "Mum I've got a present for you!" Beth said quickly. "What is it baby?" Clare asked. "Oh! Oh my god, yes, good girl!" She suddenly said when she realised what was happening. Beth's pussy was dripping wet, as she let piss gently out. A wet patch started to form on the sofa. "Oh yes, good girl! I'm so proud of you," Clare said, running her hand through the clear stream that leaked from her daughter, "piss for me and drink my milk." "Oh my god!" Said Ally when she realised. "Is she pissing? Ah let me see!" She let her mother's tit return to its hanging position, milk still slowly dripping from the nipple, and leant over. "Rub it into her ass Mum, make it shiny!" She suggested. Clare began to direct the slow stream coming from her daughter's cunt onto her ass. Beth was laying stomach down on the sofa, sucking milk out of her mum's tit, with her mum's hand cupped around her vulva so the piss trickled across her buttocks. "That's beautiful baby, oh fuck, look at it Ally! Look what your little sister's doing for me! Come here girls!" She said, with such desperate pleasure in her voice, pulling Beth's lips up to hers. Beth let some milk that she hadn't swallowed trickle between her and her mother's lips, with Ally licking their lips and chins to get the milk. Beth's piss continued to leak out as they shared their dirty lesbian kiss. "Ally, get some of your little sister's piss on your lips and kiss me like a good girl. You're my beautiful little sluts you know that, girls." Clare ordered, a reassuring, loving tone to her command. Clare did as she was told, thrusting her tongue into her sister's asshole and covering her lower face with the piss. She moved up and met Clare with a long, filthy kiss. They dribbled over each other as their tongues raced around, licking each others' lips. Beth sat up and smiled at the scene before her: her two lovers, just as much in love with each other as they were with her, making passionate, dirty love to each other. "Mum, can I milk your tit onto my pussy? I want to rub it into my cunt for when Ally licks me later." "Of course you can baby, here." Clare broke off the kiss with her eldest daughter and turned so that Beth could access her swollen, milky breast. Beth had moved so that she was sitting on the sofa, with her legs open, close to her mother so she could milk her nipple directly down onto her cunt. "There we go honey now squeeze away! Get a good amount on there, you know your sister loves milk and cunt juice." She told Beth, who was milking her mum's tit with one hand, and quickly rubbing her pussy with the other. Ally leaned over, looked her sister in the eye, and smiled in encouragement. "Finger your pussy baby sister, like a good girl. Would you like some spit?" she asked. Beth nodded in agreement and opened her mouth. Clare smiled in anticipation, gently held the back of Ally's head and guided it towards her sister. Ally's lips were dripping with milk, saliva, and small amounts of Beth's clear piss. She gathered a pool of the juices on her tongue, then, maintaining eye contact with Beth, spat the mixture onto her sister's mouth. Beth's lips were closed together and she licked them and grinned, kissing Ally passionately. As she did so, she felt her body contract under orgasm as she fingered her clit, lubricated with her mum's milk. "Oh god, Ally your sister's cumming, grab her nipples. Hold her nipples and help her come like a slut!" Clare ordered. Ally did as instructed, milking her sister's nipples (without the milk, of course) as she shuddered in orgasm. Clare kissed Ally on the cheek as Beth came, encouraging her daughters' bonding. She was so proud to see her little slutty daughters being so dirty. Beth leant back, flat out on the sofa, whilst Ally and her mother gently kissed and licked each others' tongues. "That was great... we're such a bunch of little whores!" she said. "I know baby and I am so fucking happy that you came. Look at the wet patch you've left, you can see it even though you pissed there earlier!" Ally said. Clare looked from daughter to daughter, admiring their bodies and pretty faces. "I love you girls." She said.

Comments are welcome. I hope you enjoy. The next morning found everyone up. Marco was retrained everyone using the weapons. “Look since I won’t be here you all can’t forget to train.” Marcos lectured. “But we can’t be killed we’ll never lose.” Caris said simply. “If I were mortal, I would simply bury you and your pride in a deep hole. That would stop you.” Marcos said making Caris pale at the thought. “The idea you must understand is you’re still vulnerable. If a dragon eats your arm and flies off you’ll be armless for quite a while. Lots of old immortals die because they never get better despite being bored throughout eternity. Elves don’t suffer those illusions, and the ones you all hunt may have hundreds of years of experience.” He said after catching their attention. “Caris, Vellina, and Ailli will be given spears to use. I’ll cut the shafts down from ten to eight feet. The idea is to have quickness and reach.” Marco cut them from ten feet of shaft to eight then another half-foot. That gave them the quickest reach. Vellina was just given the six-foot spear. As they sparred, they could see how on equal a field someone with only a little experience could hold off someone slightly faster or stronger with limited reach. They also received a lesson in immortality when Ailli was cut, she watched in wonder as blood floated off the spear into her wound and it healed closed. All this in less time then it took to say she was okay. Kaarthen and Kassin were taught unarmed techniques. Kaarthen completely bested Kassin in speed and agility. While Kassin tried hard, and learned fast, she couldn't keep up to Kaarthen who seemed to only be limited by thought. When she challenged Marcos, she was in turn beaten soundly by his overwhelming experience to where she couldn't touch him or even predict what was happening. They received another lesson in immortality that they can still be knocked out. Marcos admitted however, the amount of force he was using could break boulders as he demonstrated. By lunchtime when everyone was tired, they stood out upon the flat rock in the shallow water. Marcos launched into a tirade about the stupidity of single edged short swords and resolved to have them use a full sized single edged sword such as the either the standard straight sword of Menthino or the slightly curved specialty swords said to slice a man from shoulder to crotch. “If you can't find, buy, or steal the swords, your enclave will need to learn a double-handed technique. The 'blades' in their current form are a flaw to the whole fighting style. As I said earlier there is no reason to expose yourself to fight. ‘Spear Mistresses’ in the old days were comparable to Warrioresses. They wore armor and used heavy weapons and projectiles. They also wore heavy armor and had magical augments and magical offensive spells.” He concluded. They returned to fighting after the break and everyone fought unarmed. Ailli in her clumsy way was able to trade a punch with Marcos and hit him twice by accident. They barely counted since one was her stepping on his foot and another was her elbow hitting his shoulder as she was thrown. Kassin was quick to give her the points despite the fact they were only training. Caris and Vellina told him to stop being a bully. Kaarthen found him brooding later when they ended for dinner. She had to sit him down on a rock and suck the aggression out of his balls before she could have him lay his head in her lap and suckle her milk. While they lay there in the sun surrounded by flowers, she told him her need to be off soon and begin their journey. Marcos agreed knowing it was going to be a interesting new life with here around. That night at dinner, they made their plans asking Kassin first if she would be okay until more sisters arrive. The agreement broke down over if they should continue to go north and get some horses from a border fort then continue south and east to Mavvus, or go south the way they came and go directly east once clear of the mountains. Marcos learned that none had ridden horses but Kaarthen and Vellina especially wanted to see as much as possible so he convinced them to continue north. ********************************************** The next morning all the women said farewell in their own unique way standing in the temple's water naked holding hands praying for each other's strength and bravery. Marcos waited outside, but the girls came out and hugged him for his presence, and to say farewell if nothing else. They were surprised by the change in temperature as they stepped out into the valley. The trail they had traveled on was noticeably colder in the early morning. Two days of traveling got them through the long barren valley. The valley ended and Marcos explained a small mountain pass off to the side heading east gets them further into the mountains. They would have to climb out using convenient but steep trails to finally reach the high hilly cliffs to the east. By Marcos' estimate, it would be two day still until they reached the cliffs of the Ort and another week at the slowest to get into Mavvus. At the start of the mountain pass, they saw the remains of a camp of men. There were a few carts and shredded tents and hitching for horses but nothing dead or living was around. What gave them pause, were the spears identical to what they had broken around the camp. Black shafted arrows were also spread in rocks and littered throughout the area. It was already twilight so they allowed themselves to pick over the site and use a ready fire pit on the far side. "What did this?” Vellina half wondered aloud looking around "Astrokos sends men down the glacier they then double back to come out the east and hopefully under our noses. It's a suicide mission. They either die on the way in, or get trapped in Menthino.” Marcos turned from the site to the two women. "Taking the route through this land of chaos is insanity. If they take too many men, or to few they'll attract equally deadly attentions." "So why do they have the same spears as us?" Vellina asked. "At night when you all slept on the trail I went ahead and cleared the way. In an area like this boring is healthy." Marcos explained gesturing to the site. "So you were already here four or five days ago.” Kaarthen asked. Inside of her, wonder was mixing with anger. "Well no more, we all go at night now!" "Don’t be silly, it was two days ago. Despite how superior you feel you can't actually see at night. There are plenty of other things around here besides lonely travelers like me, and the elves your supposed to kill that would love to find you two. Unlike most women your bodies would heal and you would live through all the worst parts." Marcos pointed out. "Well we'll have to ask for a little favor and hope the Goddess hears us." Kaarthen said and stomped off into the center of the site. Inside her, the Goddess was curious as to what she was doing. She pleaded for it not to make her look a fool. It felt pleased with the scene of death around her and she hoped it would help. "O Goddess, O Dark Mother of night," She began dramatically once dropping to her knees. "We, your most humble servants would spread death before us. We would visit our strength upon those who deny your maternal love. Please, since we are blind in the times of your strength please grant us from your warm bosoms the eyesight and vision to see the world in your light." Marcos had seen a lot of Sisters do dumb shit just like this over the years, but was impressed by the shamelessly strung together selfless groveling. "Nice try but you weren't even speaking her...” He started. A green light barely visible in contrast to the darkening red sky came down in waves over Kaarthen. A pulse broke off and slammed into Vellina beside him. **WE ACCEPT. SPREAD DEATH THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT** Kaarthen was surprised to feel her lips move for the words but was ecstatic that it all worked out. Since she had her back to everyone, it wasn't a big deal to be used like that. She felt the Goddess was also happy for doing some thing so trivial for the first time. It did however ask her a small favor to which she agreed. Kaarthen stood and turned giving Marcos her smuggest grin. "Wow it went from night right back to day! That's amazing can everything see like this?” Vellina asked in wonder staring at things with better detail than at high noon. She could fix her eyes onto things and see all the detail, from cracks in the rocks, to grains in the wood, and smudges of dirt. Marcos saw her previously black non-reflective pupil less eyes now had a white outline and they reflected light like a cat or vampire from deep within the sockets. Many miles away in a watch post Kassin was suddenly struck by her ability to see clearly to the horizon in all directions, she could see moving dots of previously hidden creatures. Some she saw, that were smaller then most and traveling in a group headed south along a parallel ridgeline to the east were mountain elves. With focus, she could see everything from the dirt in their hair to their scared beady little eyes. Grabbing her Lourndai, she vaulted out of the tower and slinked along south to cut off the group with words echoing in her mind to spread death throughout the night. In the enclave, Ailli was lighting torches, and Caris was cooking, they both fell back covering their blinded eyes for a moment. The vision the band had now, was the infravision that most nocturnal hunters have, and the natural light amplification that nocturnal creatures have. To top it all off they had the focus of a hawk. So now, suddenly, their eyesight could rival a dragon. They were also compelled to kill any enemies they saw. ****************************** Convincing Marcos they were well prepared, the trio started off after quickly eating. They went ahead a carried their packs since there would be no reason to return. Marcos complained the pace hadn't changed but knew that they were travel significantly faster than many mortals could sustain. They stopped as the sun came up and got off the trail to a high ledge. To the West they could see the end of the mountains and the forested frontier that was Menthino's northwestern border. Marcos told them in time they could train themselves not to sleep or eat anymore. He also told stories of vampires, high order demons, a mage, wizards, and sorceresses he'd met. None of these people Marcos remembered had any redeeming qualities about them. Kaarthen and Vellina quickly noticed a reoccurring theme, these people went quite insane eventually and brought forth mind-boggling destruction. They both wondered if these were his friends. Marcos told them a unique secret when they tried to understand how the world as they knew it could be destroyed so many times, and how familiar exactly was he with these people. "This isn't the only world. There are many more then there are gods. They are claimed and fought over like bickering wives. In this world, there is only our Dark Mother, as the only god she is given huge powers and abilities that usually are not available. She can directly control Fate, the weather, and the flow of power and energies below our feet." "So who are you in this picture?” Vellina asked. "Well should another god come to this world, and they do from time to time, she loses most of those powers and has to share others. The world manages the weather and the earth energies itself, and I become her anchor here. When more then one god is about, they feed off and empower their champions. As the champion interacts, actions fuel its aspect. Eventually, priests are found to gather more followers, all this fuels the aspect even more and the god gets more power. Gods can't be killed but their followers and champion can. If weakened for long enough by the rejection of its aspect or not having a champion for a while they'll become 'Minor' and they won't even be able to leave the world on their own. They'll be come like a ghost or spirit drawing people’s actions toward their aspect in small groups or individually and feeding off the energy. When that happens shit is so stacked against them they would be lucky to be banished and indeed they actively search for a way off the world." "When has this happened before?" Vellina asked. Kaarthen already knew it all and more like what the gods were really after, and what they did when people weren't around. "Actually, it was quite common but usually indecisive. Then several cycles ago about twenty thousand years ago, Minun lost his other worlds and became 'Minor' they then stopped trying to claim this world." Marcos continued. "Wow that's along time! Wait, where you alive back then? What's a cycle?” Kaarthen asked. Now she wanted to participate just so it would hurry this up. "Cycles have three parts. A thousand year building period where humans spread and are kept relatively safe, the progress made dictates the next phase. The second, where humans continue development, on average it's 5000 years. If humans are more progressed, they get less time. For example, countries have invented unbelievable things and gotten off our world into the stars, but then they were only given 1500 years. Eventually it ends and in one or two hundred years, everything is whipped away in a chaotic manner ironically fitting to the cycle. Then it starts all over, the same yet different, building anew to an overlooked destructive end built into its foundation. I myself am about 67,000 years old and I'm not even the first champion our Goddess had." "Maybe I should start at the beginning.” Marcos began. ########### Kassin had an excellent hunt. The elves had walked into her single file. The first two died from the same slash to the neck. She went on to kill the third one as he tried to block her feinted thrust. Of the last two, one ran away the other armed himself with two short double-edged daggers. He backed himself into a crevice and shouted what she assumed were elven curses and taunts. She toyed with him until he was tired. She purposely only hit him in the underarms and shoulders. In defeat, he dropped his head. His arms were completely useless by now and dangled limply. She left and tracked the last one but the sun had just come up so rather than kill him she severed one leg at the knee and left him in a puddle of blood and urine as he struggled with a strap to stop the blood. She returned to her new slave. It was a short four-foot tall mountain elf. It had a under bite, and warts, thin white hair, and it looked like a pale goblin. She binded him by the legs, slung him over a shoulder, and started home whistling a noiseless tune.

Caris was about to realize she lost any kind of control of the situation. The scream had come from behind. The monkey troupe from earlier attacked from behind Ailli who had been tasked with carrying the shredded goat. The monkeys had grown in numbers. Following their prize, the troupe had linked up with others as it crossed through neighboring monkey territories. Now confident and numbering almost a hundred with adults in front that were eerily making no noise. Ailli was swarmed and in her panic, she started swinging the carcass around forgetting to draw her blade. Kassin had charged forward before Caris knew what to do and was now in the middle of the fur ball. Monkeys attacked the two biting, scratching, and tugging parts of the carcass from Ailli who was now just holding on. Caris drew her blade and told Vellina to ready her bow. She knew a bow may not be the best idea but Vellina had arms too short for any good blade use and her tits got in the way. Caris used the strategy of slashing what she could while trying to keep on the outside of the mess, but then only two or three monkeys were enough to keep her back. Vellina was also hampered since the only monkeys staying still were on the backs of Ailli or Kassin. The tall Huntress was bleeding from bites and scratches but still fighting against overwhelming numbers, two monkeys lay still at her feet. The majority of the monkeys around her were wounded and bleeding, but they kept attacking by running up or around her body. The monkeys knew how to attack larger animals and Kassin could not get the deep wounds needed to kill more. Ailli was laying face down in a tug of war with the monkeys. Vellina was knocked down from behind by something that slammed her face onto large rocks putting her to sleep. A shrill shriek froze the girls, and scattered the monkeys some of whom were clutching pieces of goat meat or tufts of human hair. Caris and Kassin turned to the new threat with blades ready and wariness in there eyes. A well-camouflaged lizard standing three feet tall at the shoulder and at least twelve feet long was staring back at the two. It didn't have any obvious teeth showing as it tasted the air with its tongue, and its eyes only held reptile’s intelligence. Its limbs were short and powerful. The toes ended in large curved claws. It carried its wide flat body well off the ground. The creature was an Oofi, a type of large overgrown lizard that has many variations from poisonous to fire spitting. This Oofi was a chameleon ambush hunter and scavenger. The women had never seen one, but only heard novelty stories of how they changed color. The two girls advanced to within five paces, centuries of worth refined training styles had been drilled on both women throughout the 20 summer they had been living. Long before either chose the path of the Huntress, they were learning. They knew what their mothers before them learned so they could go all the way to a fulfilling death. Once they chose the Huntresses path thousands of year’s worth of weapons training was endlessly drilled into them. An Amazon may not always have an even chance against a male. Nevertheless, in battle the Huntress stands and fights alone, that is their style. First, there was the change in breathing. Changing to a slow cycle of three second breathes in and out, with three-second holds in between. The Amazon may not breath like that the whole encounter but the breathe control reigns in panic and keeps a clear mind. They must control their breathing to control heart rate and any hasty actions fueled off adrenaline. Second, they mentally they forced themselves to see the situation as another training match in a familiar courtyard they could almost visualize. Third, they looked for the clear areas around and between themselves and the enemy. They moved placing themselves first in equal then improved terrain over the opponent. Forth, they both brought their blades up not to a defensive pose but one for speed, this opponent was fast. Their toes pointed to the lizard and they leaned forward slightly. Caris favored a reverse grip. Kassin took a traditional hold of her blade. Caris in her viciousness never bred the males they fought. Death was what her victims got unless they got away. That meant she did not care who killed. It was a secret that the band had learned to fight together unlike the earliest teachings, trainings, and traditions of individual accomplishments and honor. The practice of group fighting was shameful unless hunting or defending from animal. Nevertheless, it was something that was commonly agreed to quietly by Huntresses in weak bands. Caris led, but was only half a step ahead of Kassin to her right. The five paces walking were only three at a dash. The Oofi quickly turned right offering a side profile and despite how unfamiliar the creature was, they knew it was going whip its long tail. Kassin jumped correctly preempting the strike, Caris almost ran past the front of the creature her blade nearly missing the flank of the lizard as it spun away to the right. Kassin however, landed on the other side of its head and gave it deep cut down just behind the right shoulder and another for an upstroke deeply severing its neck and slicing through to the spine. The Oofi's colors flickered across its scales and it collapsed in seizure. Kassin jumped back from the claws of the creature in its death throes. Caris delivered her Coup-de-Grace stomping the mouth closed and stabbing the brainpan. The other Huntresses were roused and readied. Vellina was just woozy, Ailli was in much worse shape, but still able to walk after some time. Kassin was also bitten and scratched but mostly along her arms. Kassin quickly moved to Ailli and after getting her standing started washing her free of dirt. They were not far from their camp and could not waste time if they wanted to get back before sunset. After resting, Caris dressed and skinned the lizard wondering if the thing was poisonous. The most meat was in the tail and limbs but they carried it all even the hide, and the goat. 6************************************** "How are they deciding where to go?” Marcos inquired. He was sitting at his usual place near the top of the hill taking furtive looks around from time to time. At his feet, were two small deep fire holes each only a little bigger than his fist. They connected underground and allowed him to hide the flame and add animal droppings for smokeless fuel. Several small rodents skewered on sticks roasted over the smokeless mini fire pit and were sizzling nicely. It was just now getting dark, though the sun hadn’t yet set. Kaarthen sat an arms length away down slope. She felt like she was twice that distance from him. Her eyes were right inline with the cooking food. She was certain he did it on purpose. "I don't think we decided anything, the leader told them to go northeast to make for the corridor.” Kaarthen responded, the smell of food was potent; in her weakened state, she could barley take her eyes from the crackling carcasses. "They are just going to cross into the bordering areas of Astrokos, by a difficult and dangerous route, for no reason. Is this a sight seeing trip?” Marcos quipped. "In Astrokos, Amazons are enemies of the Crown. The border areas are also dangerous because the Menthino border guards and our northern scout cavalry will be patrolling for Astrokine raiding parties, and bandits or slavers." Marcos said looking her body over appraisingly. She tried to remain still and act unaffected. "Have you been through these areas?" He asked plainly looking at her crotch. "Not this far east. I have hunted in the south and went east until the border." She said slowly closing her legs and twisting sideways. "You hunted mud people that must have been satisfying." Marcos said openly sarcastic. "I'll tell you what your friends are trying to walk into then. When the Ort comes rushing out of the mountains heading east, the south shore is tall cliffs while the north side is fertile flat and flood prone. A few hundred miles later, that switches as the Ort makes an arc north gently then slowly turns south as it meets the river Moxle.” Marcos said tracing a hand across a shoulder then between her breasts. "A single 4-mile gap is where both Astrokos and Menthino have beaches facing each other. The Ort widens and slows but has vicious hidden whirlpools between them.” He moved down to between her legs. "Since the floods come every year sweeping miles inland. Both sides are only able to build permanent fortresses on the cliffs. They have to patrol the rest, build temporary watchtowers, travel checkpoints, and set up patrol camps in the floodplain.” He was half way standing over her as he dug his hands into her. His fingers flickered busily. "Both countries hardened their armies with small pitched battles and raids nearly all year around except if the fast moving Ort does not freeze over." He said straightening before her and reaching for his pants. “That’s the state of things you girls are walking into.” "Caris is...” Kaarthen started. "Caris is the Huntress leader?” Marcos interrupted, latching onto the name. The information was enough of a distraction for him to forget sex for the moment. He bent to look her in the face. "She fills that role, yes.” Kaarthen quietly finished. Marcos could taste the lack of confidence. "They don't seem very sisterly to you. Are you new to the group? You just delivered right?” Marcos watched her knowing this was private information despite how obvious the information was. "Ah yes.... “The female almost looked embarrassed. Marcos knew that was a 'yes' to everything. "Well, you must have had a son didn't you? You’re the most stressed new mother I've ever seen.” She dropped her head in embarrassment, knowing she was too late getting to an enclave to ensure a female had been the start of all this stress. Her oddly pointed ears came out through her hair again. They were long and looked almost elfish. However, they were too wide, like a half-breed Marcos supposed. "Does Caris know of your bloodline?” Her head shoot up, her gaze hardened. "No that's not...” Her ears moved, dropping back slowly. Elves could move their ears like that he knew, but not all still had the ability. "I see and what are you?” Marcos asked almost sure of the answer already. "Um Drow actually...My mother was famous to my people as a sport huntress. The priestesses were quite surprised by my appearance since I used to be darker. They were glad of the Goddess' blessing of my strong feminine form.” She was almost haughty and obviously proud. Not exactly, what people want in their prisoners. That news really was a surprise for Marcos. She was too curvy and big in the hips, thighs, shoulders, and breast for an elven relation. She was also pretty tall for a Drow hybrid. On anyone but the grey haired Amazons, the breeding would be obvious. Marcos looked at her skin it was pale enough to be translucent which was normal. There were dark patches in the fleshy areas of her body and face, under her cheekbones, and eyelids, her chest under those gigantic breasts was unaccountably dark. Her body seemed almost tanned grey in areas too, but it was light and really only apparent to the eyes if looked at directly. If it were not for the tan, the contrasting colors would make her seem vampire-like in appearance. Her mother must have been pretty tough to pull down a single drow with the Amazon fighting style. Any Drow male out and about would be an armored warrior. Despite the fact they submit to females in their culture, males do not do it easily. No doubt, this one had benefits from that coupling she was proud of. Her mother must have been a monster. "Did your son have that appearance as well?” She did not try to answer, just letting her stomach growl. Marcos was intentionally filling the hours with question time, avoiding her name as he did so. Every line of questioning was to gain new information and somehow go over something already covered. "Something new, something old, something about you," He thought to himself. The female was stressed, thus easier to control. The fact that her sisters obviously had a bad surprise and she could only wonder at their condition was disheartening and keeping her anxious. Marcos had also given her water knowing she needed more to be comfortable and digest food well. Despite her minds almost fatalist resigning of fate, her body was very hungry now. Since she unfortunately was allowed to sleep the whole day when he caught her. He kept her naked and therefore extremely alert to his actions. Her over-alertness was also used to stress her and burn her out. Having her naked was a quite a thrill too. Her massive breasts seemed to always sway and jiggle, and her inverted nipples constantly dripped milk enticingly. The pillowy ass she sat on with her thick hard muscled cheeks also held his fascinated attention. He enjoyed her fidgeting from the uncomfortable grass and his blush-inducing gaze. He had wanted her to associate the questions with sex and being naked let her feel as if he was learning more and more about her. All this talking however was taking away from his milk time that he knew she enjoyed a lot. "Come up here." Kaarthen blushed and rolled to her feet, but her bones crackled in protest. Her bound hands did their best to swat and massage the debris off her ass. When she got close, Marcos grabbed her quickly bringing her to a seated position level to his own. He roughly rubbed and groped her breasts and body at the same time. Marcos almost hoped to see her resist his touch, but she stoically refused to fight back. He was almost disappointed as he turned and sat down in his seat across from her. "Do you know where we are?” He started, turning away from her in his seated position. "We are hiding near the top of a hill. You are watching and waiting for the rest of the band.” Kaarthen responded flatly, watching him turn back with an odd rectangular hexagon shaped curved plate with scattered green dried herbs. Marcos then reached over, fondled a breast, and started sucking a nipple out before milking it for a few squirts onto the plate. Grinning to himself and knowing she was watching, he the lifted a cooked meat stick and rolled it onto the plate, eliciting a sizzle as it cooled. An almost minty scent exploded as the herbs heated. "Yes and since you have been so good I’ll let you decide what to do with them.” Marcos said, offering a first bite of the seasoned meat to her. "What? What does that mean? Wait do not kill them...I mean...please?” Kaarthen said taken aback. She took a bite at the meat as soon as it was close enough. "Is that all? They head for my nations lands where they will hunt the men of my army, of which I am apart. Nobody knows of the danger that only I can stop.” Marcos stated self importantly, adding, "It was my job if you remember to kill or drive off this group. Letting them wreak havoc in the borderland would only work if they went to the Astrokine side." He let that thought take root and offered her more meat. "Well....” Kaarthen started after swallowing the delicious greasy morsel, but took another bite since the meat was still offered. Marcos watched her in interest. 7************************************ His spirits soared when he saw four women crest the campsite. They didn't look like anything special. In fact, they looked just like people who just got through a good session of drama out in the wilds. The light was fading since the sun had set. Watching them closely, they did not search or even look for their missing member. The two with lighter hair had brought from the bottom of the hill large pieces of wood. The shorter light haired one dragged a log like an ox with a plow. The other taller one directed the two twin darker Amazons to help. She did a lot of pointing for where to dump their Oofi meat. Among the meat, were a spine, hide, and attached head of the goat with one dangling forelimb. A dark haired twin who was bumbling along in some state of shock carried it in one hand. Marcos knew by now only to expect four young amateurs. They looked pretty beat. The one dragging the log was his only interest. The female next to him by this time was gagged again. Marcos had excellent eyesight even at night but he did not need it. The four had started to burn larger and larger tree limbs. Now they had a sky-illuminating blaze going. It appeared they were real anxious or hungry. The cooking meat seemed to hypnotize them. One of them eventually found the helmet the female he caught used as a teapot. After showing the helmet to the others, a quick directed discussion started and ended when the obvious leader who Marco pegged for Caris, symbolically tossed the helmet away like so much trash. It was a coldly efficient thing to do since they did not have the energy, or a clue, or even a hope of getting her back from Marcos. He turned to his captive watching her belatedly grieve the end of her identity as a Huntress. He knew she understood for a while now he was not going to release her. Clues, hints, and outright comments had been made about the rest of their journey together. Nevertheless, it was the only life she knew. "It would be a pity for you to be alone.” He said, "So I tell you what, since you haven't a band to join, I’ll let you come with me. In capital Mavvus there are lots of things for you to do or you could stay with me and have lots of adventures." Marcos said all this to get it out of the way. If she could not return to the band, and she denied outright coming with him, it would leave a confusing grey area of circumstances for him to control. He intentionally wasn't touching her at the moment, all to present the illusion of the choice. "Could you just let us go to an enclave? I can't stay with you and my sisters perhaps do need to return." "Well, no enclave outside Menthino would leave me alive. Besides, if you got to the capital you would have a chance of seeing your son.” Marcos delivered that crushing news with a casual offhand manner. The females steel grey eyes gleamed to a mirror shine at those words she looked happy for the first time. Her maternal energies bubbled to the surface and for a moment she was brighter then the fire. "Then the rumors are true?” Kaarthen always heard some rumor that captured Amazons were turned over to the crown of Menthino by law. For some reason her people were kept out of the slave market in this way. "What do the rumors say?” Marcos asked. "When a slave for the crown, priestesses are not able to do the rites or spells to ensure the Amazon has a female baby. Without that, the unique Amazonian traits and appearance are manifested in the child at the whim of nature. If a male is born, they are raised in the kingdom as the Palace Guard or in the army. Other rumors I heard, said that Huntresses had fought grey-eyed eight-foot tall men. They were in head to toe black steel and bronze of Menthino's heavy assault infantry platemail. The stories said they fought like monsters." She always wondered if the Huntresses won those fights, it would be too easy to submit shamefully. Her excitement was quite plain to Marcos as he considered the information she had. He noted she didn't mention female children, where these captive Amazons were kept, or when Menthino released them. "Menthino will have or perhaps already has your child. As I understand, the boy children are raised in Mavvus until they join with the army" Marcos already knew the outcome of the conversation now, so he decided to shake it up. "Have you decided the fate of your sisters?” He asked, his curiosity plainly showing. His eyes were bothering her again, but she couldn't look at him long enough to know why. Had she ever had the terrible pleasure of meeting an immortal she would have understood. "They should be able to return with honor even if I don't.” Kaarthen stated flatly. Dogma incomprehensible to men or outsiders was drilled into Huntresses' heads. It demanded that the women who took hunts to make their honor return with honor, or not at all. Since no one could be forced to prove themselves in a hunt, failure is unacceptable. The point of the hunt was show the strength of the Goddess of death's children first. Secondly, it was to return with a strong child who will protect the priestesses of the future. The Goddess demanded that the Amazon Huntress must be strong and not fail, or submit to those that are. A serious and ancient policy discussion that was unresolved thought that Huntresses should marry or serve those who defeat them, but few enclaves honored the radical novel idea. The enclaves refuse to take in a weak or shamed Huntress and raise a child that may or may not be weak. They fear that in the future, that flaw which tends to grow with time might be the weakness, or one of the weaknesses, the kills all their children. It was more common as most people think, many Huntresses do not return and not all of them are killed. Rarely does a group remain whole for the several hunts needed until everyone is pregnant. Few Huntresses retire, and usually quiet rumors about close encounters tell why. Marcus had enough experience of Amazon combat to know they didn't use most weapons in honorable combat. No Huntress was allowed to use distance weapons for fighting except bolos. Most just got in close and used a foot and a half long single edged 'blade’. No Huntress wore armor except the leather mantles, helmets, the occasional shin guard, or forearm brace. Marcos knew all of the legendary Huntresses and Warrioress used longer weapons like spears, whips, and pole arms. Unsurprisingly they lived a lot longer than average. The Sisterhood as everyone understood them, refused in its primacy throughout the world to adopt a soft outlook. They quickly unseated those who did turn the other cheek, or turned a blind eye as a matter of survival. Their attitudes were also reflected in how they treated rival organizations and institutions. They had deposed entire royal families of many city-states. They had the patience for waiting generations for a slow or weak heir in many countries. It was not power they looked for, but continuity. They were not by their nature ignorant or blind to any threat. They were as an organization diffuse and worked in small-scattered groups. They had constant threat of attack by slavers to worry about. Everything else in the courts throughout the land the Sisters attended was the politics of security. Ideas about feelings and politeness stopped at the word security. A true Sister understood 'Peace' only as the abstract and transient word it was. "What decides...that?” Marcos did not like this all of a sudden. He had just watched her surface thoughts fall down a well for a moment and return going in a new direction. "They will need men or proofs of honor. In the enclaves, Priestesses sing beautiful songs about the honor of their sister Huntresses. Without a proud return in honor, they are honor less sluts who can't prove they ran away, or submitted and spread themselves when they were unable to protect and provide for themselves.” Kaarthen spat the last part. Marcos was surprised at her words. Despite possessing a wealth of experience no man could claim to have, inner politics of enclaves were completely alien to him. In Menthino, a festival allowed in the enclave's temples was rare. Some stupid man always overstayed the welcome and is made to be a walking example for the rest of his life. Marcos himself had snuck in on occasional assignments to purity temples inside the capital, usually ending in a fight against the succubae or vampires who were corrupting it. Those types were the most common to find, since a succubus is drawn to the focal point of men’s lusts. Dreams of naked women lounging, playing together, frolicking naked in the scented waters of an indoor river in a forbidden area to men, it spiked all kinds of instincts just thinking about it. Normally it is obvious when some disturbance happens. Parades and bake sales of sweet bread are held by scantily clad women wearing big smiles. Despite her fertility aspect, the Dark Mother's purity temples aren't usually confused with brothels. Vampires usually attack the temple priestesses then pervert the religion to drink of women’s monthlies and direct people to send virgins whose blood is stronger. Marcos knew vampires were banned in the country for this and other things they did. He could only imagine what enclaves out in the wilds attract. "They could have taken the hide of the Oofi but they would still need more.” Kaarthen continued. Marcos thought about it, but could not see how to control those four safely, and get however many trophies needed to get them back to the enclave. However, maybe he did not need to. "Your what, 25 summers right? You said you were the oldest here, but you weren't concerned who was in the lead. Can you challenge for leadership?" Marcos knew he was getting it wrong. These Huntresses were not wolves in a pack, but a flock of birds each with its own agenda but similar needs and destination. "Only, if Caris were shamed somehow without magic, geas, or poison.” She stated between bites. "Simple enough," Marcos replied. She looked at him questioningly but could not get an answer from those unsettling eyes.

This is a work of fiction and nothing more. Feed back is more than welcome as are ideas for the chapters to come.You may contact me at [email protected] Helenes Daughters Chapter Two Helene woke and stretched, she had hardly slept the night before. Excited by the previous nights sexual fun With her friend Faye and her daughter. She had also been thinking about her own two daughters who she had found having their own intimate fun the day before. After meeting up with Faye and Anna, Helene had decided that she too would become much much closer to her daughters. Helene had come up with a plan, and was determined to act on it without losing her nerve. She sat on the edge of her bed and lit one of her menthol cigarettes. As it was a saturday she wouldn’t get to see her sexy dog walking neighbour, but it would give her access to her warehouse without any of her staff being there, which was part of her plan. Helene ran a nice hot shower and stripped and got under the invigorating needles of water. She began to wake fully and felt ready to start a day which she hoped would change her relationship with her daughters for the better. After towelling herself dry she opened her walk in wardrobe. Helene knew that she would have to wear something that would tease and get her girls lusting after her. As she walked through looking at various items of clothing she dismissed most of her choices until she came to her leather collection. Helene inhaled the aroma of the various outfits hanging in this part of her wardrobe She had always loved the smell and the touch of leather and its classy yet sexy look. Helene pulled out a dark green leather skirt and jacket. From another rail she took a satin blouse that matched for colour, along with some shoes. Once in her bedroom Helene picked out her underwear and sat on the edge of the bed to roll her stockings up her legs fixing them to a suspender belt. Once she was happy with her look she went to the kitchen and made a coffee before taking it into her office. Once there Helene took out a selection of covert cameras that she had bought from a security company when she had suspected someone was stealing from her warehouse. Helene hid these around her office before opening her emails. She read and answered some mails from her friends before taking a disk of some of her favourite mother daughter videos. She watched a couple before writing private in big letters on the case and leaving it on her desk. Helene heard the girls moving about her kitchen and decided to go and make their breakfasts. She took off her leather jacket and undid a few buttons on her blouse before walking into the kitchen and greeting the girls. She made them porridge making sure she took her time bending over to get the milk from the fridge. Helene felt the girls eyes on her as she flitted around the kitchen. Soon the breakfasts were finished and the dishes were put in the dishwasher, Helene announced that she had to go into the warehouse for an hour and for the girls to behave themselves while she was gone. She exited through her office turning on the software for the cameras as she went. Within a few minutes she was in her warehouse, she made a few arrangements for later on.She then went into her office and turned on the pc to see what was happening back in her home office. As she waited she decided to phone Faye and thank her for the night before. “Hello Faye its Helene just calling to thank you and Anna for last night it was wonderful, such an experience” “Your more than welcome we enjoyed it a great deal too, and we must do it again soon” “Well thats a very strong possibility and at the moment I have a plan on the go which may help us get a couple more to join us” “Mmmmm that sounds fun Helene tell me more” Helene filled Faye in on her plan, whilst she sat back in her chair Helene pulled up her skirt and fingered her pussy remembering the previous night. They exchanged some sexy ideas and fantasies as Helene kept an eye on her computer screen. Back at home the girls changed into their day clothes and started to explore the home starting with their mothers bedroom. To their delight they found the very damp panties Helene had worn the night before. Both Vicky and Lily sniffed the panties taking in the smell of their mothers pussy. Lily the nine year old took the panties and rubbed the dampness across her face and lips. Once they had grown bored with the panties they decided to see what new things Helene might have on her computer. Vicky checked that Helenes car had not returned and led Lily by her hand into Helenes home office. At the warehouse Helene jumped as the girls came into view looking so cute as they walked in hand in hand. She excused herself from the phonecall with Faye and concentrated on watching the action. Vicky walked up to the desk and saw the disk labelled private, taking no notice of this she put it straight into the pc. Once the files came up on the screen Vicky could be heard asking Lily which she fancied watching. Lily pointed at one which Vicky clicked on. The film was a mother daughter type video, the film which Helene had watched a few times, was about two girls hunting around their mothers bedroom, and finding her sex toys and started playing around with them as a lark, laughing and joking. Suddenly the mother appears very cross and makes the girls learn to use the toys on each other properly. Later on they get to use the toys on the mother. Helene watched closely at her girls reaction to the film. She was sure that the girls had probably checked her room out for her toys but they were locked and hidden away very securely. Vicky picked Lily up and sat her on her lap absently stroking her sisters chest as the scene unfolded. Slowly Vicky’s hand began stroking Lily’s thigh moving slowly higher and higher, just as she was about to move her hand under the hem of Lilys skirt Helene speed dialled home. Helene watched the girls jump as the phone rang. “Hi girls just to let you know I am on my way back home and I will be with you shortly I hope your behaving, bye” Helene watched a while longer as the girls panicked and put the disk back before running out of the office. Helene calmly walked to her car although her heart was pounding, the next half an hour would be make or break. Helene opened the door of her home and walked in. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Although it was morning she walked straight into the kitchen and poured a very large vodka. Helene went to her office and made a disk with the cameras evidence on it. As the pc loaded the video feed onto the disk, she took a drink and a moment to compose herself and straighten her clothes. Satisfied Helene walked into the living room finding the girls lying on their fronts infront of the tv. Both of the girls were trying their best to look like they had been there all morning. “Have you been watching anything interesting girls” Helene asked watching the girls for any tell tale signs of lying. “No mum” said Vicky “Yes mum” said Lily The two girls looked at each other and Lily began to blush. They became more and more fidgety under their mothers gaze. Finally they did all they could do and ignored Helene concentrating on the tv. Helene stood in front of the tv and put the disk in the player. “Well girls it looks like you have taken to lying as well as your other misdemeanours, are you sure you don’t want to alter your stories”? Neither girl said anything but looked at each other guiltily “ok” said Helene and pressed play on the dvd. The girls sat up as soon as soon as they realised it was showing their moms office. Vicky turned towards her mom blushing hard, and looking with pleading eyes at her mother. Once the girls were both blushing enough Helene turned off the disk and looked at the two girls. “well what have you got to say for yourselves, what you were doing is illegal its called incest and would at the very least put you in a childrens home”. Both the girls looked as if they were about to cry and Helene was enjoying watching the girls go through the torment. She would admit that she did have a sadistic streak. “So girls what sort of punishment should I deal out to you. Do either of you, have any ideas for how to punish two such delicious lesbian sluts” Helene could see the words sinking into Vickys mind and a smile starting as she understood Helenes words and the Heavy hint that Helene had dropped. Vicky stood in front of her mom with her hands folded behind her back looking so nervous but so cute too. “Well mom I guess we should agree to whatever punishment that you see fit or maybe we can make it up to you in a different way” Helene listened glad to hear that her daughter was smart enough to pick up the hint. “Mmmmm well that certainly sounds interesting what exactly did you have in mind Vicky” ? The day was becoming a day of risks and hints but Vicky felt that she had nothing to lose with the gamble she was about to take. “Well mom Lily and me really like all your sexy videos and I guess as you own them that you must really like them alot too. So maybe Lily and me could be like the girls in the videos for you if you liked” Helene breathed a sigh of relief that her plan had worked so well. Her pussy was melting at the thought that she had her two daughters just where she wanted them. She was also thinking of the sexy adventures she and her daughters would share over the coming weeks of their school holidays. “Ok girls go and have a good wash and return here if this is what you want, then so be it, I will turn you two into the sluts that you want to be”. Once the girls returned Helene ushered the girls into her car and drove towards the warehouse. She felt so excited and alive, as she looked in her rear view mirror she saw the two girls looked excited too. Soon the industrial estate where her warehouse was held came into view. Helene typed a code into the gate which opened to let the car through. Helene opened the warehouse door and led the girls through the main warehouse to a locked door which opened into the area which housed the special lines she sold. Helene explained to the girls that this was part of her business which she hoped the girls would one day help her to run and one day own. She told them have have a look around the place. The girls were amazed at all the outfits hanging up and were so excited as they ran around looking at all the stock. Helene slipped off to use her private shower as she was sweaty and sticky from the days excitement. Once dry she slipped on a pvc corset and tight pvc jeans. When she returned to the warehouse she found Lily on the floor laughing and pointing at a shelf. Helene was bemused at her daughters behaviour and asked her whatever was she laughing at. Through broken giggles Lily explained that there was a spelling mistake on one of the products. When Helene took a look she laughed herself at her daughters mistake. “No Lily its supposed to be spelt like that its a kind of joke, it is supposed to be called a piddling pool rather than a paddling pool” “But why mommy” “Well its for ladies and girls to play what we call water sports. I know you look puzzled water sports is when people wee over each other” “Ooooh thats funny mummy do people really do that”? “Yes hunny they do, maybe you can try it one of these days” Vicky was busy holding up different outfits against herself, and checking them in a full length mirror. Helene watched as her daughter picked out outfits, taking note of the ones she obviously liked. Helene was impressed with her daughters good taste thinking that Vicky would look great in any of the outfits. “Now girls strip off and come to me, it is punishment time” Helene took Lily by the hand and bent her over her lap. She knew that she couldn’t spank Lily as much as her older sister but was sure she could get a nice rosey blush to her buttocks. She slid her hands over the gorgeous bottom of her daughter, the flesh she had wanted to touch for so long. She spanked Lily getting the colour she wanted and just the hint of tears in Lily’s eyes she desired. Vicky looked nervous knowing her spanking would be harder. Helene beckoned Vicky over to accept her punishment. Vicky assumed the position without being asked which pleased her mother a great deal. Helene took great delight in caressing Vicky’s bottom stretching her asshole open as she did. Helene grazed a manicured finger nail over her daughters exposed asshole. Vicky gave a gasp of pleasure at her mothers touch. This soon disappeared at the sharp slap of her mothers hand on her bottom. Spank after spank landed on Vicky’s bottom, Helene was able to go a little harder on her older daughter and was soon hearing Vicky yelp with the spanking. A redness soon appeared all over the young girls bottom and once tears were visible Helene stopped and admired her hand work. Helene had both the girls straddle one pvc clad leg each facing her. The girls pussies in direct contact with the shiny material. The girls squirmed themselves as they adjusted to the feeling between their legs as they faced their mother. Helene took one of her breasts out of her corset and fed it between Lily’s lips having her youngest daughter suckle on her nipple. Helene moved her head towards Vicky’s opening her mouth she kissed her on the lips. Soon the two were in a deep kiss and embrace, suppressed passions unleashed from the two lovers. Helene was in heaven she thought back to all the times she had masturbated thinking of this moment, never once thinking she would have the courage to go through with her perverted desires, Lily was making noises of pleasure as she continued to suckle on her mothers nipple. Helene moved lily’s head up and began to kiss her youngest offering her other breast to Vicky. Soon Lily got the hang of kissing properly and Helene was impressed by her enthusiasm. Helene slipped her hands under her daughters and began to rub at their pussies. She found her way into their young cunts and watched as the girls moved up and down on her fingers. The girls were in deep incestous pleasure and Helene herself was craving release. Just as she thought the girls were close to coming she stopped the action. The girls sighed with disappointment. “Don’t worry girls we will soon carry on, but I have an idea. How would you like to meet one of mommy’s special friends and her daughter. It’s about time I returned the favour to her for the times I have played with Anna. I will give her a call and have them both come over.” Helene came off the phone and told the girls that Faye and Anna would be there soon. She ushered the girls into the shower and went to find another outfit for herself. Helene soon found a nice green satin basque, panties and stockings. She slipped herself into this along with some high heels. To conceal this from the girls she put on a pvc mac. Soon the girls came out of the shower and returned to their mother. For Lily Helene had selected a blue satin set of underwear, padded bra, panties and suspender belt with matching blue stockings and shoes. For Vicky Helene had found a pvc dress with a flared short skirt along with a pvc thong and knee boots. They dressed finishing just as they heard Faye’s car pull up outside. Helene watched the mother and daughter walk towards the door on the cctv. She buzzed them through the door and was pleased to see Anna was wearing the latex dress from the night before. Faye walked in wearing a long coat which she removed to reveal Shiny lycra leggings and a white lacy top with a white a satin panel over the stomach area. Shoulderless it also showed the top of Fayes breasts. Helene admired her friends looks, her red curly hair tumbling down onto her shoulders, and the glasses that made her look so seductive. Faye walked upto Helene and kissed her on the lips, with her arm around Helenes waist she surveyed the girls standing in front of her. “Hello girls don’t you both look so stunning, I think we are going to become very good friends and have alot of fun together”. Faye walked upto Lily and ran her hands all over the young girls body, touching and feeling her through the lingerie. She shared a kiss with Lily before moving to Vicky. Faye embraced Vicky’s pvc clad body kissing her deeply,lifting the flared skirt and touching the girls ass. Faye ran a finger under Vicky’s thong lifting it to her nose inhaling Vicky’s musky scent. Helene took off her pvc mac showing the sexy outfit she was wearing to the rest of the group. Faye left Vicky and came up to her friends side putting her hand straight on to Helenes ass. The two shared a deep lingering kiss infront of their daughters, carressing each other. Passions rising at the touches and stroking, and with the thoughts of what was going to happen next with the three Sexy young girls. The two women sat on the large leather sofa,making themselves comfortable. A wine cooler was at the side from which Helene produced a bottle. She filled two glasses handing one to Faye and taking one for herself. As they had discussed on the phone out of earshot of the girls Faye handed Anna a bag full of sextoys. She had told Anna that she wanted her to take charge of the Two younger girls and put a show on for the two mothers. Helene and Faye sat back eager for the show to start. Peeling off her latex panties covered in her scent, sweat and juices she handed them to Lily to smell and taste. While she was engaged in this Anna fixed a collar and lead around Vicky’s neck. She pulled up her skirt and pulled on the leash, pulling Vickys face to her pussy. Vicky knew what to do and extended her tongue eager to taste her new friends cunt. Anna had other ideas and teased Vicky by not letting her quite reach her goal. Lily had finished licking at Anna’s Panties, and Anna called her over asking her to pull up her latex skirt and lick up the sweat and juices from her ass and thighs. Lily did this eagerly and Helene was amazed at how submissive and eager to please her youngest was. Finally Anna let Vicky get a taste of the pussy she so much wanted to taste. The two mothers watched on with pride at the sexy scene their daughters were putting on for them. Faye had slipped her hand into her lycra leggings frigging herself just as Helene had done with her own panties. Both of them so turned on at the depravity they were indulging in. Anna pealed off her latex dress and stepped out of it. She lay down on the floor having Vicky carry on with her pussy eating duties. She pulled Lily down to start licking at the young girls little pussy. Both the mothers looked on getting more and more turned on, their breaths getting faster as was the playing with their pussies. Anna looked to be in heaven with her new girlfriends and the two mothers envied her. They knew it wouldn’t be long before they would have to join in. Faye broke the spell and moved over to Vicky’s pussy and began to lick at the girl who was in turn licking her own daughter. Helene stood before her youngest, her panties thrown off on the walk over. She offered her soaking pussy to Lily who hungrily lapped at the juices streaming from her mother. Helene played with her breasts as Lily did a good job of licking her. Helene felt more alive than she had ever done,she felt that this was the ultimate in her kinky life, surely she never get more depraved or so she thought! Lily was the first to crack and it wasn’t long before the young girl had her first mini orgasm. Helene was sure that her daughter had not gone as far as she could have, probably scared of the new feeling inside her. Lily lay down near the three who continued to play. Helene squatted down placing her pussy on to Anna’s lips. Not long after Anna came from all the excitement and the tongue service given by Vicky. She pushed Vicky away from her pussy but continued to tongue Helene. Vicky was not to be disappointed as Faye soon moved into a 69 with her. Helene was so proud of her girls and as her own orgasm began to build she watched the sexy scene between Faye and her oldest girl. Anna had become an expert pussy licker and was doing a fine job of lapping up Helenes juices. Helene came with one of the biggest orgasms of her kinky life. She stood up above Anna playing with her pussy as the last pulses of her orgasm subsided. Suddenly she let rip with a jet of piss which rained downed on Anna’s body. Over her stomach up over her breasts and towards her face. Lily to Helenes surprise rushed over and began licking at the piss on Anna’s body. She obviously liked the taste as she turned her face towards her mother with her mouth open. Helene directed a stream of her piss towards her daughters waiting mouth, and was astonished to see Lily take good gulps of the nasty fluid. What astounded Helene the most was that Lily was so eager to try the taste, after all she knew the girls couldn’t have seen anything like this on any of the dvd’s she had left available. Soon her stream finished but Lily still licked at Anna’s body. She continued until she was licking at Anna pussy. Helene sat and watched mesmerised at Lily’s natural ability and eagerness to play. She wondered more and more whether Lily had been with someone other than her sister. Mrs Roberts she pondered or someone else? She knew she would have to investigate further it didn’t seem right even in this depraved arena, she expected to have to coach Lily more than Vicky and at the moment it looked like it would be the other way round. Faye and Vicky continued their 69, now using fingers also to probe each others anuses. As the 69 got more intense the anal fingering became deeper and more frenzied. The fingering also had the effect of making the tongue action more intense. The two were locked in a depraved circle of lust. As Helene watched, her fingers entered her own moist channel. Lily copied her mother and the two smiled at each other as they watched the floor show. The two lovers on the floor were oblivious to being watched. Vicky and Faye were getting carried away and were in their own zones of pleasure. Helene noticed that Vicky nearly had all her fingers in Fayes ass. She knew that at some point she wanted both of her holes filled in the same way by her daughters fists. “Oh my god Helene your girls are so good at this, c’mon Vicky fuck my ass” Fayes breathing was getting faster and her body had a sheen of sweat. Vicky came, her hips bouncing against the floor, her eyes closed and her head tilted back, tendons sticking out of her neck. Helene herself came watching her eldest come to orgasm so powerfully tilting her over the edge. As Vicky spasmed in orgasm her fingers were still in Fayes anus. The twitching girls powerful throes exciting Faye all the more and she too orgasmed shouting obscenities as she came down from her high. Helene took Lily to the shower room so they could both clean up a little leaving Faye and Vicky to recover. Helene needed to quiz Lily on how she appeared to be so adventurous. The two stepped under the water, Helene enjoying the hot spray and the refreshing aroma of her shower gel. Soon she felt Lily’s Hands soaping her thighs and moving upwards and she felt her pussy twitch. However Helene didn’t want to be distracted by her daughters sexual advances they needed to talk. “Lil’s please tell me the truth I will not be angry but you seem to know a little to much for someone of your age. Have you been playing with anyone other than your sister” ? “No mom it’s just been me and Vicky doing some of the things in the videos you left around” “Well tell me about you diving in after that piss like a girl possessed, that’s not normal for a girl your age, that’s something grown ups do when they develop a taste for such things” “I guess it was what you said about that piddling pool mommy it just made me think about it and what people got out of it. So when you wee’d I just sort of jumped in I guess” Helene was a little relieved although she wasn’t entirely convinced. She and Lily dried themselves and dressed before going back into the warehouse. Faye and Vicky were still lying on the floor kissing and cuddling in quite a sensual way. The two on the floor broke their embrace and stood up Vicky walked up to her mother and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you mom for today its been awesome far beyond my dreams” As Faye walked back towards Anna she too kissed Helene. “Yes thank you Helene, thank you for sharing your two treasures with me. They really do you proud and I hope we get the chance to have many more fun times together” Helene was so proud of her two girls and herself and was looking forward to many more such events. But she was still not convinced that Lily was telling the truth. If someone else had been teaching her girl the only person it could be would be Mrs Roberts. Helene decided that she needed to know for sure so on the spur of the moment she thought the girls would be better off out of the way for the evening. “Well Faye I have had an idea. Why don’t you take the girls home with you for the evening Iam sure they would like that and it will give me a chance to sort something out. I may choose to join you later if thats ok with you? If not they can stay with you overnight. What do you think”? “Oooh Helene that would be wonderful if your sure? Would it be ok if I invited my sister over too” Helene had never met Fayes sister but trusted her friend and agreed. Faye and Vicky went to use the shower and Helene tidied the warehouse up, hosing away the piss on the floor. She took a walk outside and made a call to Mrs Roberts. Helene arranged for her to babysit that night although the girls would not be there. She heard voices inside and returned to find Faye and Vicky clean and dressed. She kissed the girls and Faye goodbye and watched them leave the building. As the sound of Fayes exhaust disappeared into the distance she took a large hold all and began to choose sexy outfits for the girls. With what she had in mind they would need a sexy new wardrobe. She also took a copy of the security cameras inside the ware house before deleting the file on the system. Helene drove herself home enjoying the drive, she felt so calm and relaxed, she pondered on this as she drove. She wondered why she didn’t feel ashamed of her actions, about how she had drawn her daughters into her depraved way of life. And how freely she had lent them to her friend and now Fayes sister a woman she had never even met. All she did know for sure was that she never wanted it to end, and was looking forward to exploring more with her girls, and couldn’t wait for the next chapter.

By mid morning, the group was closing on Mavvus. They were satiated, the squirmy women were mostly curious of their new surroundings. Mara and Rinis watched them still but they were letting the women near the back edge where they could look at the taller buildings that started to crowd the banks around them. The Warrioresses were quiet and satisfied. Janis sat among them, and laid back appearing to rest. Saucrem and Ein giggled in the pygmy’s gibberish. Marcos and Kaarthen sat with Metacari. Of the people on the boat, they were the most alert as they lay back. Kaarthen spoke up. Her unbraided white hair was pooled over Marcos and Metacari as she reclined over them. She was starting to get the ‘glow of pregnancy’ and seemed luminescent. “Where are the women going to stay?” “In Mavvus of course.” Marcos leaned over to the side and tapped a lounging boatman. “Municipal docks first right?” He barely stirred turning to look. “Ah, yes sir.” Marcos rolled back to the women. “The Warrioresses and Janis may want to find an inn. The Crown has several inns for its guests, who for whatever reason don’t stay in the Palace apartments.” Janis nodded slowly. “That’ll work.” After another hour of lying back floating along through the city, the crewmen got up and poled the boat over to the wide low municipal docks. Marcos stood as they closed in. “Alright, four blocks up we get the women in the door of the house. Three blocks slightly to the right on the embassy row and we’ll find one of the foreign lodging houses. That will then take us directly to the Palace.” He looked around expectantly. “The women have priority. Nothing will happen, but they can still wander off. We’ll move slowly and try to stay out of the crowds.” The boat touched up against dock after a few minutes and they hopped out. They made an odd procession. Marcos led well in front as a vanguard, Kaarthen and Metacari headed the group. The women were herded by the Warrioresses and Janis on the sides. Mara, Rinis, and Ein pushed them up from the rear. They passed through the warehouse area near the docks into the commercial district. They were able to skirt the crowds of bustling preoccupied shoppers. On the outside of the markets and stores, they came to the edge of the residential districts. One house stood wider than most and had a black and gold iron fence along the street. It was subtle in its security but it was very secure looking nonetheless. Marcos led the group to the black lacquered double doors and knocked quickly. A slat opened at the side and Marcos turned showing his gauntlet. With a rush, several locks were thrown and the door pulled open. Marcos led them in to an empty parlor that reeked of incense. Kaarthen couldn’t see who opened the door since it pulled back into the corner. Before them, Marcos parted a curtain and they walked into an empty white paneled room with crème colored furniture. A bar on the left and slot in the wall like a restaurant’s serving counter were unattended and left dark. The pale women sat down subdued. After a moment, two women came down. One was a fairly tall red head with lively green eyes. She was well curved with a black dress and a red shawl. The other was short slim dark haired woman. She seemed nervous like a bodyguard. She wore dark pants and a blouse. She seemed to hide behind the other woman and was distinctly plain looking. The red head spoke first. “Hello, Master Panthi, and greetings, Lady Vixtorixx.” She said with a gracious curtsy. Kaarthen noticed her accent compared to the other citizens in the city. She was from the tower. “Hello, Lauren.” Marcos nodded. “I come today in hopes that you may have room for Sisters we brought out from the cold.” The redhead ‘Lauren’ cocked her head curiously. “Oh?” Marcos gestured to the fidgety group as they squirmed among themselves. “These women were captured in Sellis and used harshly though they have no scars.” “Oh?” Lauren looked mollified at the fourteen women. They seemed unconcerned with being discussed and in their usual way, they seemed to move constantly without leaving the couch. Marcos nodded and added quietly. “They have cravings. They are compliant, and if anything you will find they are overly accepting.” “Oh.” Lauren took out a fan, fluttered herself, and seemed to think about what she could do. “They are quiet and won’t trouble you. I believe they have various experiences already. They are very well trained submissives.” “Oh.” She said with understanding. The dark haired short woman rudely pushed her. “Say something to him.” The redhead paused. “Fourteen women. You are allowing me use. You are not authorizing training. They are likely best used as fluffers, fuckdolls, or in the orgy rooms.” “That will be all.” Marcos turned and stopped, and snuck a look at Janis. “I’ll authorize training on whatever they can do.” He quickly turned and left. “What can they do?” Lauren asked Janis now. “Listen most likely. Marcos likely meant them as gift to a foreign court. He’ll send a few with a spy to augment them. They are simply quiet dolls who like cum.” Janis tapped one of the quieter women on the head, she just stayed still looking down. One of the others looked over at her expectantly with bright eyes. “I will train them.” Lauren bowed. Kaarthen noted the difference in manner as they left. Lauren was docile and obedient with Marcos, and almost militantly obedient with Janis. Mara was disturbed for some reason by the thought and felt it was some how a troublesome contradiction to Marcos as the ‘Master’. She pondered this as she came out onto street where Marcos waited. The smaller group was able to travel more casually without the women. They came back into the markets. Kaarthen was amazed at the plethora of food and goods. At the edges of the market, men in carts and stands sold cooked food for people. The smell reminded them all they had not eaten. Marcos turned to them cheerily. “Never fear, we are near the embassy row. Nobles from around the world have houses here. We also have some of the best restaurants to choose from.” Good as his word he guided them to open air restaurant. They sat in an enclosed courtyard off the street as the winter sun started to get up overhead. Around the walled section, potted plants created an environment to help them forget about their travels. Their table had an open bowl and after they sat, a quiet servant in white came up with a can and dumped coals into the bowl. She backed away and came back with a grill already loaded with vegetables and meats. She placed it in quickly over the hot coals, and left them to watch the food cook in front of them. The group drooled over the display. Janis commented quietly. “This is how they cook in Dar Delis. They use lava to cook huge sticks of sheep and fish.” “Yes. The Red Temple administers the restaurant.” Marcos said flipping over a celery stalk. “It smells very good.” Vieona admitted. “They added seasonings from the wild islands. This restaurant is famous here in the city. It commands a high price only diplomats or nobles can eat here. Oddly enough it’s a spy house for the Sisterhood.” Janis leaned in. “You know this?” “Yes.” Marcos said openly. “They don’t spy on Menthino. Mavvus has a majority of diplomatic missions from City-states, much more than Dar Delis for obvious reasons. I allow the Sisters to do it here.” “I see, so they are in your debt for the information they glean.” Janis said looking mildly disgusted. “Yes, in fact Lauren and Augussi have a few girls here to help their operation, or incase they need a string cut.” Marcos continued. “And the Sisters don’t know about all the girls you have among them I’m guessing.” Janis shrugged. “Not hardly.” Marcos grinned obviously pleased. “It helps to keep tabs on what people are doing.” Unfortunately, life intruded. “Lord Panthi? Lord Panthi it is you.” A small fat black man came over. He was a short pygmy only a few feet tall. With him, two other white skinny pygmies similar to Saucrem came over. All were richly dressed, barefoot, and wore odd knee length robes with baggy pants that also stopped at the knees. “Ah how wonderful this morning is.” The richly dressed fat pygmy noted. “Much better than the rain of the last few days, yes?” Marcos ignored the ruse. “Noble Diedlier. It is a pleasure.” He nodded quickly his jowls shaking. “Indeed, indeed. Will you be able to join me in my negotiations? I have audience with the Queen but I would value your esteemed opinion you see...” Kaarthen picked up that it was a minor agreement on things like what wood to use for standard barrel making, and particulars of standardized barrel construction. Marcos was transparently uninterested in the conversation but the noble continued heartily pressing for a commitment from him. The women ate as Marcos was sucked into the conversation. He looked on helplessly as a second then a third grill plate were switched out as the ravenous women ate. Finally, the women were satiated. Mara, Rinis, Ein, and Saucrem sat back content with greasy mouths rubbing their new stomach bulges. The Warrioresses were similarly relaxed and Darkenma snored lightly. Marcos had given in and ate quietly as the noble pressed him on the fine ins and outs of the barrels he wanted Menthino to start using. Janis leaned in over to Kaarthen as they watched the men. “This is a majority of what he does. Nobles love to try and use him as leverage over the Queen. They do the same in Pessilberg. I left because this place is a rat warren. The Queen was raised on it. Marcos made it. They can keep it.” Janis spat. “Soon, you’ll be stuck in it, whether you want to or not. Even if you smile and never say anything, they’ll notice you one day at Marcos’ side. They’ll send gifts and ask for audience. Then ask your thoughts, and ask if you can pass a message.” She shrugged. “It is best not to be noticed if you ever have to be… direct with them. In fact, I have learned being unnoticed is best.” She stood. Only Mara and Rinis stayed as Marcos turned and watched Janis, Kaarthen, Ein and the Warrioresses depart. Janis led the women up the wide tree lined boulevard that had a garden down the center. Kaarthen was pleased the road led toward the north tower on the corner of the Citadel. She could see the upper tower and the tops of the three large oaks that grew atop the tower. In the cold of the end of fall, they were losing the last of their leaves. Janis brought them up to a residence hall with a prominent coat of arms above the door. It was all done in the colors of Menthino and had the sigil of the ‘Enthroned Crown’. Janis didn’t have to knock before the door was opened by a somber grey servant. He brought them to the head butler who quickly set the Warrioresses up with rooms. Janis was surprised when Metacari demurred. Kaarthen just told her that Metacari would be in the tower with them. They left the two women who felt they needed to rest. Kaarthen then led the remaining three to the palace where they walked around to the entrance and came into the interior of the massive structure. Janis looked at the voluminous interior. “It has always amazed me the size of the Palace. I will leave you now, I have apartments here. I’m sure we will see each other soon for dinner, or before the Queen. In fact there’s Marcos now.” She pointed out Marcos with Rinis and Mara, being led by the short noble who continued to gab about his needs and hopes. Kaarthen couldn’t suppress a giggle as she walked down to the tower with Ein and Metacari. They were received warmly by the tower women. However, it was obvious from the anxious expectant looks past her at the door it was subjective. After finding out Marcos was in the palace, the women went out searching for him. She brought the remaining group up to the women’s chamber. Metacari was introduced and warmly received before she sat among them. She was quiet as the women looked her over. After their inspection, they leaned against the sturdy Warrioress and she was quickly used as piece of furniture. As the smaller women lay on, or against her, Kaarthen told them the long quirky story of the Sellisian debacle. They were marveling at the quick ejaculation with the Queen when Marcos came in. Trailing him was his loyal crowd and Augussi. “Well, where are you with the story?” He asked walking over to sit down at a couch behind Kaarthen. Kaarthen noted the puzzled look he gave Metacari who by now was under a fluffy pile of women. Remy spoke first. “The story of your quick offering to the Queen, was she really so satisfying?” “It wasn’t just her.” Marcos sighed. “I was…There was a woman earlier who was unsatisfying. I… was still… On edge…” Marcos struggled with his words and looked up in the air trying to find a proper word for the delicate mood he had for the feeling the scag left him with. Mara came over and helped ease his mind. Rinis followed her over to release his pants and suckle him, she had gotten better lately. With a huff, Marcos just blurted what he thought. “I was ambushed by a king’s scag whore who fucked me until she got off. I couldn’t even fit in the bitch but once I did, the scag’s pussy was useless. I blew off in the Queen because I was already wound so tight I would have burnt down the city to get back here.” Marcos took a breath and sighed already feeling better. “It worked out. Mara got a hair, the king was further pushed towards a mental imbalance, and I cemented a lasting peace between the young country and our own. Mara can show you…” Mara stood and stripped up and off her robe and leathers. Imperceptibly at first, she changed into ‘Asmine’ becoming taller, darker, and slimmer. Her hair became black and wavy and traveled past her narrowed hips and slimmer butt. Her skin darkened from her usually fair shade to a more lively tan. The women were all taken aback by this spectacle. Mara looked at them with her shiny pale blue eyes, she seemed to revel in being naked before the wide-eyed stares of the crowd. “This was that bitch.” Marcos stood and shoved her back onto the couch, and over the couch arm. “She was useless. I had to wet her…” He twisted behind her and lifted up her hips to his face. His rough grip picked up Mara’s feet as his face pushed up into her hips. Under him, Rinis continued to suck him as he dived into Mara. “Gahhahhhaaa!” Mara cried as her climax quickly hit. Her wet pussy oozed before the crowd. “She just wanted to nut. But I…” Marcos stood, grabbed her elbows, and unceremoniously rammed Mara as she slumped over the couch arm. Her tightness was evident. The pussy she wore seemed to refuse him yet again. “That useless scag…” Marcos pulled back on her hair and slapped her ass raw. “That bitch’s nasty mane caught on my gauntlet this way…” Marcos pushed relentlessly and popped through into her. Mara came the instant he took her. “Garrgggg.” Marcos kept his hands around Mara’s neck and gripped her tightly. “Useless ass, and her useless legs. I should’ve killed her, I should’ve killed her…” He roared over Mara as he rammed harder shaking her to pieces. If Kaarthen closed her eyes, she would think the slaps and fleshy impacts were from a brutal beating. The sound of the couch grinding over stone, the growls, grunts of a struggle, frightened sounding moans of distress, and the pair’s hard breathing told the story of struggle of a different sort. Mara choked and went into seizure with another climax as he rammed into the end of her tunnel. Behind her, Marcos pistoned her limp body mercilessly caring little of her pleasure. Kaarthen could feel the build up like a ball of lightening in Mara’s mind. Already Kaarthen was trying to protect herself as the tide of pleasure rose. Metacari slumped over and her pussy gushed as she let her mind marvel at their connection and slid too close to the pleasure. The women lying on, and around her looked mystified to how she could crumple in an obvious orgasm from being a voyeur. As she twitched, they started to play with her body experimenting on whether she was ‘here’. Mara at this point was quite lost in her pleasure. She had retreated into the other women’s linked minds, but was dislodged by Metacari’s sympathetic orgasm. The effects were magnified by the double mirror effect as Mara, and Metacari watched and felt each other watching and feeling each other. With no place to hide the climaxes had come into their own and now their orgasms were feeding off each other in a vicious cycle as the curious women and Marcos kept them floating. Now even in their collective minds everything was submerged in white hot pleasure. Like locks on a dam, the pressure built and burst into the connected women’s minds. Ein’s mind fell next. Her body was too hungry for sex. The seductive feelings pulled her into the maw the instant her curiosity was piqued. She stayed on her feet gazing blindly but was no longer aware of the room around her. Her pussy gushed down her leg and made noises like a growling empty stomach as it feverishly consumed itself. Rinis stilled her mind, and like a statue cleverly placed under a gap in a waterfall, she was surrounded but not touched by the streaming force around her. Marcos finally pushed Mara down and away. He was still hard and very needy. “This was good. It was not as good last time.” Marcos breathed. He looked over at the audience and his eyes fell on a woman nearby. The woman had straight dark green hair and gold eyes, and she was leaning in towards him further and further. She seemed more hypnotized than most by the two. She was very skinny like Remy and had a deep olive tan. She wore a white shirt tied off to show her flat stomach and a wide hip wrap that was as modest as a belt. Her naked pussy was on full display the way she sat back to the side. Marcos grabbed for her harshly. He pulled her up, turned her around making her face the room. Grabbing the backs of her elbows and bending her forward, he lunged into the woman. “This is what…” Marcos and the woman came together just as he entered her and slid as deep as he could. The woman straightened as Marcos pulled her back onto his cock by the shoulders and pushed in his hips. They froze like that, no sound came from either until a wet gargling between the woman’s legs started, and a mix of their fluids started splattering the ground in pulses. Finally, their union was dissolved and Marcos’ cock fell out. He cradled her and fell back to sit on the couch. Next to him, Rinis pulled him down to her breast and stroked his head as she had seen Kaarthen do. There were obvious differences in style. Rinis was smaller chested and had a tiny frame compared to the Amazon. She also kept an oddly blank face as she tried to emulate warmth and affection. Nevertheless, Marcos fell into her and rested as he held the other woman tenderly as well.

“Huntresses! Huntresses are coming!” Screamed a man on horseback bolting from the caravan’s vanguard. Mokali the merchant shifted on his donkey. “Hey, I paid you good money!” He protested seeing more men flee. From up front, two more men came running on foot. One was a man who drove his wagons. He was a married man who Mokali knew couldn’t fight. “Not for this. They’re wearing their loincloths. They’ll just kill us.” He yelled running past. As if summoning a demon, a black haired Huntress popped out onto the road blocking them in. She was more than six feet tall and skinny. Her movements were graceful and lethal. She kept low as she moved forward towards them. In her right hand was a triangular blade about a foot and a half long. On her shoulders, she wore a circular leather mantle, and on her hips, she wore a light brown loincloth. She wasn’t hunting for breeding today. They would have to get through her if they wanted to live. “Aw! No!” The pair bewailed. Mokali cursed the bodyguards who ran away. Mokali watched as the demoness came forward and cut his fleeing men down. His donkey under him balked at the smell of blood and stayed frozen as she came for him too. From up on a hill, the Huntress leader had a clear view, and watched the ambush go off without a hitch. She had chosen the private place to watch men die so she could sit back and put her feet up while her second got in and licked her pussy. “Yet another successful kill, Vellina.” She breathed. She chuckled as she watched a fat man on a stubborn grey donkey be cut down by Kassin as she moved forward. “Six dead, one got away. Kaarthen the slut cow is fucking slow again.” @@@@@@@@@@@ In a city-state of Osmuun more than a hundred miles to the south, a man in black was enjoying the fruits of ‘the gateway of the west’. The inn had served him imported meat and wine. On the side were the vegetables, slave girls, and excellent cooking Osmuun was known for. Getting a good slow suck from blonde woman in a land of mostly dark haired girls was always satisfying. The server for his table was also a blonde though slightly darker. She also wore the sexy diaphanous clothes of a courtesan unlike the slave under the table. Unfortunately for Marcos, life intruded. “Lord Panthi, may we join you?” Called a chubby city councilman. Behind him was a small group of equally old gentlemen of means. “Certainly, but I’m not done with the woman.” Marcos said slowly. A richly dressed merchant shot forward and sat himself. “Well then you’ll like our deal.” He said loudly. The blond under the table was slowing Marcos into one-word answers. “Oh?” The Councilman sat and looked at him entreatingly before speaking. “Lord Panthi, we need a service. A rogue band of huntresses is killing everything they find. We respect the Sisterhood however…” The Merchant interjected. “They are not breeding. They are chopping down men from every group or caravan they find.” The blonde seemed to like that news. “A pity…” Marcos couldn’t help it wasn’t his duty. Menthino, his home country, didn’t send him here to hunt bloodthirsty Amazons. “We’ll pay you.” The merchant announced. Marcos smiled. “I’m not able to be bribed…” He said softly and raised a mug to his lips. The councilman looked dejected but the merchant didn’t even blink. “We’ll give you the woman.” “I…I see but…” Marcos sat up, set the mug down, and cleared his throat. “I can’t actually kill them. Kill sport, which is what that band is doing, is illegal. However, it’s happening in open lands.” He said raising his hands. “Menthino has treaties with the Sisterhood. I can’t as a soldier of Menthino harass a band in open lands.” For a moment, only wet sucks and slurps from under the table were heard as the men across the table gathered their thoughts. The Councilman stepped in diplomatically. “Lord Panthi, Osmuun is just a City-state but several of the hamlets and farming villages of the interior depend on us for security. Menthino also signed combined security treaties with us. I believe, you, were there for the signing.” He let that hang in the air for a moment. It was the diplomatic equivalent of a neighbor saying ‘let me know if you need anything’. Nobody fucking meant it. Now he would have to track some Amazons because Osmuun said it was in the fucking contract. All of this was becoming very distracting to the blowjob under the table. The blonde bounced into the table a few times trying to keep his cock hard and ready. The Councilman continued now that he had Marcos’ attention. “This band is heading north and will soon be entering the Northwestern passage. As you know, unless something fortuitous happens they’ll likely exit into Menthino’s northwestern border. Having a band run around in the chaos of a contested border, during the summer, would be a headache for your Crown correct?” Marcos gave a sigh of exasperation. “Well, I’ll admit your second argument is better than the first…” “And we’ll give you a woman!” The innkeeper said from behind him. Marcos smiled. “Which one?” “The blonde.” The innkeeper smiled. Marcos knew she was pregnant. “Really? That’s awful charitable. It’s like a two for one deal…” Under the table the blonde stopped. “Indeed. Let’s just shake on it.” The innkeeper said missing the subtlety of his words. Marcos moved to take his hand but stopped. “Fine. I’ll also need a horse, tack, outdoor gear, her clothes, and perhaps some coin to get up to the area.” The men all paused then turned and looked at the seated merchant. He sagged and relented. “Fine, nothing fancy.” @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Marcos stood out and saddled his new horse, a deaf tan gelding. Watching quietly was a short blonde who was sucking him off only an hour ago. “What is your name by the way?” “This girl has no name Master.” Marcos looked at the small girl. Despite their earlier closeness, it was obvious she was uncomfortable with the situation. She wore three dresses and had a blanket stuffed with a few trinkets and other belongings at her feet. Only a few hours ago she awoke knowing what to do. “Girl, do you know how to ride?” “Yes Master, this girl came from far out west.” “Good, try to keep up.” He sauntered off. His short black robes making him seem a tear in the world walking down the road. For several hours, the two were silent. The road was empty as they made their passage north. Well after dark, Marcos finally stopped her. He took the reins and spoke softly. “Prepare to sleep. Make a fire if you are comfortable with one.” He then slunk off and disappeared easily into the darkness. The girl worked quietly in the dark and prepared a sleeping roll for them. After undressing, she waited naked in the blankets for him to take her. Around her, the dark nearly moonless night made many noises of life. Unused to them, she only hoped he wouldn’t be worse then whatever was out there. After several long minutes alone, she realized he was gone and the clearing was empty. For a moment she considered freedom, or of running. However, penniless, she would become a debtor slave and likely be molested as an indentured servant. Fear and hopelessness won out and she curled up and slept fitfully. @@@@@@@@@@@@ Miles ahead of her campsite Marcos cleared the road ahead. After a few hours of picking along, he came close to a town. Standing atop a rise, he saw the lights cluster around the quiet road. Further up movement caught his eye. Two men stood hidden in the brush along the road just outside of town. Standing still at this vantage point while actively searching for an ambush, allowed him to see the trap. Marcos moved forward warily. He almost avoided them but as he crept by, he heard them. “Hey, Corky, nobodies coming anymore lets get back. Mama is drunk again.” The man giggled to the other about some shared experience Marcos didn’t understand. “….Let’s go do it.” The other replied gruffly. Marcos watched as they hopped out onto the road and walked without a care up the street. Following them, Marcos saw they came to a large house obviously built to be a barn at one time. The building was well cared for however and didn’t smell of animal. The two went in through a tended garden at the front gate and entered the house. Marcos followed from the window and saw them men come into the home’s main room. From outside, Marcos understood the wall with the window he was at also had a fireplace along it. In front of him were chairs and several benches for woodworking. A doorway to his right went back to what he assumed was a bedroom. To the left behind the chairs a stair way led to the loft above the house. To Marcos’ right something lured the men just out of his sight to the corner. Listening, he heard at least three men laughing and joking with a drunk confused female. He figured the men to be brothers. After a moment, a scuffle was heard and two people fell to the floor before him. The one on top was a man from the ambush site earlier. Under him, a bushy dark haired woman struggled. Her dress was open up the middle. Her breasts were exposed and just before her belly, the dress’ flap was splayed open showing the dark thatch between her legs. The man on top had his pants down to his knees. He was moving in between her legs and started fucking her roughly. She fought with her arms and shook her head but her legs wrapped wantonly around him. Even after he stiffened over her, she fought until he stood. After they finished the struggle, the woman got up onto a chair and started berating them drunkenly. She didn’t move to cover herself at all, in fact she sat with her legs splayed. Her left hand almost covered her modesty but then she leaned back and gave them the show. “How many times have you all dug for water? Huh? We gotta go to the neighbors for water still. We aren’t going to live like that!” One of the brothers came over for his turn and just stood before her stroking himself. She tried to stand but she wobbled and fell back. “If you all can’t even dig a working well then who will marry you? Huh?” A second man approached with his cock out already and moved onto her, but she struggled pushing him back and shouted again. “I am not giving you lazy asses anything. Nothing, you hear?” He tried again getting her off the chair and they wrestled around until they landed on the floor. The two men roughly got atop her. One got control of her arms and lined up himself with her mouth. The other struggled with her kicking legs and got into position to mount. Near simultaneously they were settled, and without more then some grunting, they shoved their thick cocks into her. All the fighting and cussing stopped after that. The man on her head thrust into her while arching his head back. She was obviously doing wonderful thing with her mouth down their. It must have made him forget about the other guy fucking her. He brought his feet up and caught the man behind him across the face. “Oi! What the shit! Move!” A small scuffle started inside the room. Outside, the first man had come out and walked right past Marcos. He walked to the back of the house where Marcos noticed there were three very deep conveniently placed holes dug into the sandy soil. The one the man drunkenly used as a pisshole was reinforced around the sides with timbers. He used one of the beams to steady himself as he grumbled and emptied himself. By the sound of the splatters, it was a hole almost a dozen yards deep. Stealthily, Marcos crossed over to him and grabbed his head. With a twist, he broke his neck and let body tumble into the hole. Returning to the window, he saw the men had gone back to fucking and had the woman on her hands and knees between them. Marcos watched in disinterest for them to finish. They used the rest of their lives plunging into the woman in deep strokes. After several minutes, the men spurted their last loads onto the woman’s back and face. Both of them then rose as the woman fell over asleep. The two came out and went over to the wells. The two used different holes. One used the shallower of the holes while the other unwittingly pissed on his brother in his open grave. Marcos watched them bemused and crept over to the one at the deeper hole. With a light tap, the man struggled and fell into the occupied hole. During the confusion, Marcos crossed over to the other man who was laughing too hard to notice him. He snapped his neck as he laughed and tugged the body over to the pit. Finally disposed of, he went in and snatched the woman who didn’t even struggle. Once he dropped her in, it only took a minute for the two down in the hole to get very panicky. Above them, Marcos walked around the hole using a shovel to break the supports keeping the former well from collapsing. Before he even got to the last support, the timbers snapped under the pressure up and down the inside of the hole. A cloud of dust hit Marcos in the face as the hole shimmered and fell in. Looking around, Marcos couldn’t see any evidence of himself. He resisted the urge to burn the building down despite going to great lengths to make a place for the girl. He left and returned to the girl well before the sun came up. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Come morning the girl awoke with a weight upon her. She squirmed and found the man sleeping soundly. When she found herself being slept on, it was oddly comfortable knowing she fulfilled something for the man however basic. She felt immediately pleased to be so useful. Perhaps he wouldn’t find reason to hurt her. By nearly midday, the man finally awoke. She scurried off quickly to use the bushes while he stretched and prepped the horse. After almost a half day’s travel the man finally spoke. “Have you ever lived alone?” “No this girl has never owned a thing. She has always served.” She said quietly. “There is a house in a town up ahead that we will stay in tonight.” Marcos paused. “You should stay there when I leave. I will leave you money. The field was well cared for, and it’ll harvest well soon. Next season, you can get married or hire out your own servants.” “Master does not…” She paused. “This girl can help fight. She has fought for her things when no one else cared.” “Girl…” Marcos paused. “When you thought of it what was a pretty name to you?” “Garalin.” She blurted quickly. Marcos pondered it. “That sounds like a family name. I shall name you Savriee Garalin, so your children keep the name.” He paused. “You’re a young merchant’s widowed daughter.” “Yes Master…” “And remember your station.” He snapped. “Yes…” “I am your manservant. My name is Marcos.” He mused looking off. The girl went wide-eyed. “Yes MmmMarcos.” “Perhaps we’ll say I was a fixture during your formative years. I taught you to be very respectful.” Marcos chuckled. “The goal will be to buy the property and settle you in it so I can be off. You are free, Lady Savriee Garalin.” Savriee gasped. “Master, this is…” “Silence!” Marcos boomed. “I will beat you in front of everyone and sell you to the dirtiest stable boy in town if you say that word again.” The girl flinched and paled. “This…hears and obeys.” Marcos nodded. “Good, here is the town now.” Roofs of straw tiled in wood planking poked out as they came out to stand over a wide clearing. The view let them see out over the slowly moving farming town. Several timber homes collected around a central road with several businesses. Compared to other villages it was large, and had two inns. Both were shoddy but clean. Inside one inn that seemed the cleaner of the two, Marcos sat Savriee at a table and came to the front looking for the innkeeper. The man in question was a tall heavily built man with thinning hair. A greasy apron covered his front as he made a meat and pot pies for the dinner crowd. Marcos squared up to him and leveled his shoulders back. Putting on airs sometimes helped. “Is there a magistrate?” He asked in a heavily accented voice. The innkeeper looked closer at him and his fake high accent. “There is, I’m the town mayor.” He said whipping his gritty hands on his already soiled apron. Marcos bit a chuckle. It wasn’t uncommon for innkeepers to hold the job. “Excellent! I am inquiring about open properties in the area.” “We have a house around back.” “A family lived there but they’re gone now.” Marcos was happy people in small towns noticed so quickly. “Foul play?” “No they just disappeared.” “Debt?” “Likely, they were a shady bunch, three men, and their mum who was the worst of the lot. I heard they tried robbing people on the road.” “A pity.” Marcos lied. “Well Milady needs a house, and she can pay well for the cleaning.” “Well, I can arrange it. Her name?” He said pulling an old registry out from another counter. Marcos spun his tale carefully. “The Lady Savriee Garalin. She is a recent widow from Leethon. We felt it best she lived quietly in the country until she got over the loss of her dear husband. Love only happens once in a lifetime, but Amazons sadly ended it for him.” Marcos saw Amazons were a big topic for the innkeeper. “Oi? We got the same problem.” The innkeeper leaned in and covered his mouth. “The band around here isn’t breeding. You should watch yourself.” “I most certainly will.” Marcos mused. @@@@@@@@@@ The house Marcos bought only cost a few gold coins. Marcos easily paid for it and the furniture inside. In the yard in back, the grave only appeared to be a disorganized supply pile for the other holes. Inside the house, Savriee fluttered around her new home like a child discovering a gift. To make her more appropriate she found and wore just one dress that presented her as a wealthy if not high born lady. Marcos stood in the center of the home and looked out the window he looked in last night. “You have this house in your name. People will come to you every once and a while in my name. You will provide them cover and aid them in whatever way you can.” Savriee skipped over beaming and kneeled before him. “Yes…I hear and obey.” Marcos continued. “I must leave now to find those troublesome cows. I have left money. Be sure to open a shop and sell your skills. Theses hamlets of the wild lands are excellent quiet places to get a start.” He turned and moved toward the door. “Remember the master you serve.” “Milord you won’t stay? Even for the night?” she blushed demurely “No…” He said as she slid her hands up his frock. He wriggled his hips to be ‘reluctant’ as she unbuttoned and unleashed his cock. He stood still as she pushed her head up under his robe. The difference in what she did before and now were completely different. While few blowjobs were ‘bad', her previous attempts were intense, forced, and soulless. She likely learned in the midst of a terrorizing rape, or some other negative experience. This was the natural blowjob a woman would give. With the playful exploration, tasting, and coddling. It was her instinctive way of sizing him up. He didn’t disappoint, his ten-inch cock backed to her throat and she helpfully gagged on it if it meant pleasing him. She backed off finally and swirled him with her tongue as she used her hands to wring him until he shot a heavy spurt into her mouth. She clamped her lips across him for a seal. Under his robe, she was loud suddenly as she sucked out what she could and bobbed onto him with her hands on his hips. He finally had to back off her to get out of her warm mouth. The robe pulled her down onto her hands and knees as he backed away which was good since seeing her would lead to a delay. Marcos turned, left, and came out onto the road quickly before she could beckon him. He was several hours behind the band. His walking pace caught him up with several days. He started to pick along the recent kills. The deaths surrounding him strengthened him as he wound through the Huntresses’ ambushes. The moved at night at a constant pace. They knew they wouldn’t be chased in the open lands between city-states so their goal was to pull hasty ambushes as they went north. By traveling at night, Marcos matched them. Slowly they all closed in on the mountainous chaos lands. That night, as the band he tracked passed the last enclave in the are before entering the mountains, Marcos found a tree to sleep in before the sun came up. A sound below woke him up. Hastily climbing down the voices of a woman drew him. The orange light of the rising sun lit the treetops. Below the light, the skinny pines of the forest were cast in a weird yellow. The light might as well have been red moonlight. The tranquility was only disturbed by the woman, nothing else moved in the eerie new day. Marcos crept through the trees cautiously. Huntresses used ambushes to say hello, like so many other predators. They were damn good at it too since they weren’t otherwise guaranteed a fair fight trying to rape and kill men they fancied. The singing slowed and fell into humming as he got in closer. Marcos came around the last tree to a clearing. Marcos froze literally on top of the Amazon. The spot was barely large enough to turn a horse around. A pond beyond it made the open spot seem larger. Unlike any other Amazon he’d seen, she was pitch black like a drow. Her hair was black also. It came down in waves unlike the straight haired Amazons who had a mix of black and silver to their hair. She was heavily breasted and topless. The udders swung pendulously with the mass of cantaloupes or warm round bread loaves as she stood up silently. Most Amazons wrapped breasts that big and wore leather mantles. Hers stood proudly, with impossibly dark nipples capping the jewels. Her breasts had a steady foundation on her broad shoulders and hard abs. She wore a loose chain low around her hips with dense trinkets that dangled and covered her pussy. The curve of her hips was the sexiest part of her. Marcos could already feel his hands resting on them. Her thick thighs and legs looked similarly strong like her arms as she circled with him spinning her wood spear. “We don’t have to fight.” Marcos offered knowing it was to late. “You’ll lose.” He added lowering himself to a crouch watching her. She stayed silent staring at him for an opening as they turned around each other. Her steps crossed Marcos noticed. Marcos taunted her. “If I get a hand on you, I will fuck the shit out of you woman.” She ignored him and watched his feet wide eyed. The huffing of deep breaths was the only noise she made. Marcos leaned in and jumped for her as her feet crossed. Stupefied, she only swung the spear instead of a thrust as her feel tangled. She only caught his shoulder as he closed in and wrapped his arms around her. Her spear she held with both hands was trapped in her breasts between them. For a moment, he paused staring at the dark white-less eyes of hers that seemed to have catlike slit metallic silvery pupils. She took the opening to bite him savagely in the jaw. “Aww…Fuck!” Marcos roared getting his hands up and onto her face. One hand attacked the jaw joint and pressed under the ear for her nerves. The other hooked her nose with a thumb and pulled up and pushed back her face. She released, and they danced away from each other. She looked at him smugly with amusement in her eyes. Marcos didn’t taunt her again. He just dashed again while she basked in her little nip. This time Marcos was rough and ready. He caught her spear and reached over to jab her in the face. Her forged steel chin did her mother proud. Her grip loosened, but she only snapped her head back after his strike. Quickly, he grabbed her head and shoulders pulling her down and brought his knee up. Solidly, the two connected and he gave her another one to keep her thoughts elsewhere. When he pulled her back up she was much more relaxed and unfocused. With a struggle, he won over the spear and tossed it into the water. She continued to push off him and struggle and they fell flat. Marcos struggled for dominance and just as he got control, he saw her scooting for a long dagger he missed earlier. “Fuck no.” Marcos said pulling her back between his legs. “I fucking told you.” Marcos said pulling his cock out as she tried to buck him. Marcos slid between her legs. His cock prodded into the chain’s curtain and felt her smooth soft skin underneath. As if a switch had been thrown, she went into overdrive under him. Panicked, she thoughtlessly scrambled to escape. He let her roll over and for a moment, she paused before taking the risk and raised her hips getting up. “Gotcha.” Marcos pounced onto her back. He easily sprawled flat over her. His cock naturally found her pubic gap. As he slid along she bowed back, and head butted him in the temple. “Fuck, you just don’t quit. Here, work this out.” He growled shoving up and into her ass. She screamed and froze as Marcos muffled her and continued to push. He dropped his head flat and low onto her shoulder blades as he snaked his arms around her outstretched neck. His short quick thrusts inched into her taking more and more. He laid claim to her ass then backed out finally so he could take his enjoyment from it. She reached back and fought him, pulling and pushing him pitifully with her hands from behind. For more then ten minutes she went from loud pained grunts to wheezes and moans. It wasn’t lost on Marcos the she had her bud rubbing in the grass whenever she bowed her back to get away from his thrust. She bellowed in his arm when she came. Marcos felt her shift her hands away as she tried to get up under him and take his cock. The feeling was too much and Marcos came into her ass. He thrust deeply and she didn’t complain as his cock went as deep as possible to release into her. They wheezed into each other for minutes in the otherwise quiet clearing. Quietly, they both tried to figure out the other’s next move. Marcos tried to surprise her as he backed off. It didn’t work and she moved to stand the instant he was off her. He pounced as she turned to him and they fell back onto the ground fighting. She kicked and scratched as he wrestled to get on top and straddled her. Marcos didn’t notice at first her leg hooked into his open sided robe from underneath. He raised, up and intentionally caught the other leg so they both went out the armholes of his robe. With her legs mildly restricted, he dropped over her in between the open legs. Finding herself tied to him again, she bucked and writhed. “Fuck no.” Marcos said letting his eagerness win out. “This is happening.” He said raising up, he started pushing her chin back while he straightened his cock and pushed into her pussy. With a snap, she grabbed his extended arm and twist locked it before dislocating the shoulder completely. “AHHH!” Marcos screamed as he was rolled. From atop him, she rained down hard fists of rage. For a moment, they pummeled each other. Marcos punched for her kidney to soften her up while she beat his face into the ground. Marcos tried to stay awake under the furious black creature savaging him. With a wide swing, he hooked her head and shoulders and brought her down tight to him in a parody of an embrace. With her down low, he slid down and brought up his robe around over her head, enclosing her. She went wild as he rolled her and tightened his handful of fabric on her. Her caught up legs dangled uselessly over her head, and blocked in her arms as he tugged and tightened the robe. From on top he again pushed into her wetter hole free handed. The hole seemed to open for him. In her position, her body was very inviting. “Ah…” Marcos couldn’t help but sigh. She had the tight wet pussy men deserved before they died. He felt like he cheated having it and walking away. “This is how it is.” He whispered into where her ear was. Her smooth walls beckoned him deeper, and he gave her the cock her pussy wanted. As he thrust into her hard and fast, she stilled underneath him. Her instincts were protecting her body to Marcos’ benefit. He had to be glad those that submitted were the ones who bred. If she fought right now, he would be bitch-meat. Marcos’ long thick cock, heavy balls, and renewed stamina held out as she came a few times. For the first climax, she roused only a little, and her pussy worked him over. The second orgasm made her moan in the build up and she released and writhed under him moving up her hips. She worked with him to get the third out. He couldn’t tell if she had any shame as he pushed into her as his own cock started to twitch and cum. The Amazon fought anew as she felt him harden and swell. “Here we go. Here’s your seed.” Marcos announced as she protested loudly under him. As he spoke the build up crested and spewed. Unlike her mewls and whimpers, her body graciously took his spending and milked out his cock. The deluge his cock poured out into the receptive hole was exponentially mind blowing compared to the rather mundane struggle earlier. His exhausted body started to betray him. His eyes wanted to close and sleep as his brain shutdown and concentrated on thoroughly flipping out his balls. He felt like a racing salmon in a white-hot flow of lava as he fought to keep himself centered in the still dangerous situation. Finally the intensity ceased. He was still within the orgasm, and his ultra-sensitive cock head was making it imprudent to move. “Awww… Fuck how was that baby?” Marcos couldn’t help but feel the affection successful breeding imprinted on him. His cock twitched and the muscle at its base pulsed, as he stayed deep inside her. She thankfully stayed still as he very slowly pulled out and stood. Instinctively he looked at the holes dripping from his offers. He wondered idly as he stared at the thick gobs sliding out and down her crack what would happen next. Little men with metallic cat eyes running around would be interesting. He thumbed his cock and mused as he looked at her. “I should take you with me. You lost your honor right?” She started unmistakably laughing under the robe. Puzzled, he stepped forward and tried pulling off the robe but as soon as it started coming off she fought again and stumbled back into the water while he fell. The stunning jolt of hitting the ground awoke him. Marcos flipped himself over and looked up at his robe and the broken branch. The dream had been pretty real. His cock felt empty. Thankfully, his arm and face were undamaged. The other memories unblocked and came to him making him chuckle of what her did with her. He would never admit it, but catching naked Amazonians out in the wild where ‘might is right’ was a favorite pastime of his. He was surprised but happy she had played his game with him, it was obvious she enjoyed it too. He didn’t know it yet, but a decision was already made, and this particular pursuit was only to be the beginning. On another plane, a goddess stood in her pond by the clearing, looking through the waters of time. She idly dipped into her pussy and felt the warm share left with her. She would get more soon. The thought made her giggle as she watched.

In the morning when Kaarthen awoke, her bindings were loose. Checking them, she realized they had actually been untied. She grateful stretched and rubbed her joints and limbs feeling for all the world a suddenly old achy Shield Mistress. She looked around for a shapeless black shadow but could not see the 'That Man' anywhere. She didn't know that after untying her and messing with the bands waterskins he had moved to the other side of the ridge to a spot of seclusion where he could watch a trap get sprung. ###### When the morning light hit Caris, she was the second to be awake. Kassin was at the fire pit collecting the cooked meat in a bag Ailli usually carried for the band. Tea was also boiling in the discarded helmet from earlier. Caris stretched and looked at Kassin closer, she and Ailli could get sick pretty bad if even a few bites festered. "Kassin make sure you and Ailli clean the bites those heathen monkeys gave.” Caris called reaching for her water bag and taking a mouthful to gargle. "Okay. I'm making medicine tea, but it tastes good with all the honey they put in it. Would you like some?” Kassin said. "No, the cold water helps me wake up. Later though I'll make sweetened barley tea.” She replied. Caris took a larger drink of water to wake her up and realized it was fuller than she remembered and tasted like shit. She got up, walked over to the fire pit, and grabbed a convenient rib. Caris drank and ate thinking today would be an easy rest day if they didn't eat too much. ########## Vellina was horny and could not figure out why. She had refilled everyone’s water for the day at the bottom to the hill. After returning, she had intended to repair her bow but couldn't take her eyes off Kassin and Ailli's bold Sapphic display. Vellina regularly listened to them at night for her own pleasure. Ailli usually was to shy for this in daytime. The couple was now going with no problems. Kassin was kneeling over Ailli kissing and fingering her while, Ailli pulled on Kassin's long nipples under her mantle. The Sisterhood wouldn't ban Sapphic play but they defined it as exactly that: play, not serious, and not love. It was a policy predicated on the very simple idea that it is not 'necessary' pleasure. Though it may not be as pleasurable, copulation was necessary. Since the Dark Mothers own magic made women feel the death of their children unborn. Sapphic play was certainly not serious life and death. If copulation were rejected as some shortsighted Sisters wanted, or somehow forgotten, neglected, and their numbers dwindled low enough, the Sisterhood could be challenged. That possibility was enough ensure nothing got in the way. Many esteemed Sisters took lovers. Oddly, they were usually the Huntresses who were self-appointed to breed. Nevertheless, almost all senior Sisters of significance had given birth numerous times. Vellina was startled from watching the two by Caris, who made her demands for attention the usual way, ramming her pussy into Vellina's face. "Lick it" Caris demanded. She pulled her skirt up and toyed with her sensitive nipples, her eyes were hooded, misty, and bloodshot. She drooled slightly Vellina saw. "Caris have you drank some potion you delicious silly? Do you have some for me?” Vellina asked not knowing her eyes were just as red, or that she'd been drooling as she watched the lovers. Caris dropped her skirt and pulled her face in, ignoring the question. Caris had never been so hot, her pussy was already cooking, and her nipples were standing tall. Her moisture was able to easily flow out with a brush of Vellina's nose. Using her head to push up Caris's skirt Vellina quickly got in to the heart of things. Licking from this position when Caris was already halfway gone was just too good. Soon both of Vellina's hands were gripping Caris under her butt, pulling her pussy in. It seemed to Vellina, she had never enjoyed licking so much as this, despite being roped into it nearly all her life. Caris was certainly surprised, she had used Vellina or others, but she only did it for the pressures that seeked out that touch. She really needed to get off right now and did not care why. Kassin and Ailli were quite comfortable together. They had always used each other since watching priestesses who thought themselves unobserved. The tea had really relaxed Ailli. She had become hot, as Kassin had massaged her skin with ointment. Spreading it in she had given Ailli a gentle climax that was a surprise for both. She asked for more tea, her mouth was suddenly dry. Kassin handed her a cup then started sucking her nipples. Kassin was spreading ointment into her pussy with her long strong calloused fingers. They did not bother Ailli as they usually did. Her body was much wetter than usual, and now needed that friction. She pulled Kassin's head up for a kiss. Her mouth was immediately searched for remaining sweetness by Kassin’s tongue. She moaned into Kassin's mouth and pulling her over herself and wrapped an arm around her back while sucking on Kassin’s large nipples. Despite having small breasts, Kassin's nipples were the long, extremely sensitive, and perpetually hard. Kassin felt Ailli discover her knee and felt her lover grind her wet pussy hard continuously against it until the inevitable occurred and she climaxed again. Kassin was not that far off and had her own climax from her nipples being sucked. She vaguely thought how rare that was. She didn’t think it happened before. By now, Vellina was on her back, and legs spread while Caris straddled her face rocking her sopping orgasmic pussy into Vellina's nose, lips, teeth, and tongue. The experience was mind blowing for both. Vellina’s tongue and her own fingers buried in her pussy could barely keep up. ########## Kaarthen, sitting in the spot ‘That Man’ used to sit in, got quite an eyeful. The distance was deceptive to the eyes, but she was less then a thousand feet from four horny women. They were playing without a care in the world. She knew this was his doing and knew it had something to do with the potion the Huntresses used to harvest men's seed. She didn't understand what if anything she was supposed to do. Therefore, she stayed still so she could watch for anything. By little past noon, more then four hours later, the effect of potion in the water finally wore off. The water had helped extend the effects since their bodies would have dried up much earlier. Since they were women, they kept at it until the potion passed through their system instead of going limp. Vellina, Kassin, and Allie weren't too worried, just exhausted, and sleepy. They figured somebody just made a joke. Caris, who until now never did sexual favors without a worthwhile payback was furious. Vellina had always asked for a little return, but she was usually ignored. Caris strongly suspected her of exploiting her body cruelly with this horrible trick. Nobody realized that they were already under attack. Caris didn't get to finish her tirade and accusations of sexual assault. A man in black stood some forty paces away with his nose and mouth covered. The only men actively searching for Amazons are slavers. She jumped to her feet and yelled an alarm. The man didn't move allowing the women to quickly arm themselves. Caris and Kassin took lead, Ailli who was weaker stood behind, and Vellina strung her bow and notched an arrow from a few paces back. He noted the plain small unit strategy. Marcus saw how the archer wasn't even moving to get a clear shot. "Who are you?" Caris challenged belligerently. "I’m on my way north. I found a girl a day ago who said she came from here. She looked worn out and I thought I would help since it can be dangerous here. But I see now you’re all quite healthy." Marcus looked at them, the two dark haired girls were bottomless but only one seemed aware. The short hairy one with huge tits and a giant ass was naked, and the one talking, 'Caris' was fully clothed. Kassin leaned to her ear. "He's from Menthino, but he's lying about helping us.” Kassin said quietly. Caris pondered her words watching him. She got a weird feeling with this guy. "You can keep the girl. We don't want her if she can't pull her own ass. I think you should leave too. You know who we are right?” Caris sneered. "Of course girl. But, since I’m headed for the corridor, let's travel together we could help each other out along the way.” Marcos was surprised by the cautious actions taken by this girl. Most Huntresses challenged and, or just attacked anything with a cock. "Leave us alone we don't want company!” Caris shouted, something told her not to attack. Kassin was the one who eventually broke the stalemate. "We should just go and forget about him." She cautioned. She knew some thing was really really not right about this guy. She saw he had almost no aura, which wasn't true at all. Unconsciously she was extremely aware of it. It was the secondary reason they felt suffocated and heavy. His aura was simply bigger then she could comprehend or consciously believe, like an ant given measurements to a mountain. Standing this close they felt both drawn in and instinctively repulsed. Caris was forced to think. ‘If this one man was too creepy, and too much, then what could they take?’ The four had almost been monkey meat yesterday. The emotional swell of victoriously killing the Oofi lizard flooded her mind's eye. Kassin and Marcus were both able to read the emotions flicking across Caris' face. The response then, was the only one the arrogant young woman of twenty summers could think to say when she had an unknown man to the front and three companions at her back. "Fuck that! You die!” She snarled, dashing forth. Marcus ducked back to get distance. He brought out in his right hand a sling he ironically made out of the Amazon woman's chest wrap. Two quick snaps of the wrist sent a rock a little bigger then a pebble at the archer just as she hastily got her shot off. The rock nearly missed the wide-eyed girl but caught a glancing blow above her right ear bringing her to her hands and knees. Marco leaned to the side watching the arrow pass. The three sword swingers came in immediately after. Caris swung across for his extended right arm. Marcus stepped forward to his left and leapt forward with lightning speed. Kassin dodged right, unable to bring her sword up fast enough. She watched as he bowled through Ailli shoulder first like she wasn't even there, knocking her through the air three paces and sprawling her out spread eagle. Marcos spun and caught Kassin’s side arm slash by her hand, crushing it in an unyielding iron grip, and twisting her arm to the outside until she was off balance. In the pain of hyper-extended joints her higher reasoning shutdown, and in an unfamiliar panic Kassin frantically started scratching his hand, kicking him, and pleading for her release. Caris tried circling but he kept dancing Kassin into her way. When she stopped to think, he started kicking rocks at her forcing her to hide behind Kassin. With quick strike to Kassin's temple and a forceful kick to Kassin's limp body, Caris tumbled to the ground. Before she even landed, he was atop her with her own blade pointed to her throat, and a knee pressed against her crotch. He could see she was at least semi-conscious. "Submit Huntress, you don't have to die today" Marcos growled. In spite of himself, he grinned looking down over her. Kneeling over the young woman with her skirt around her waist and was already starting to excite him. "Submit!" He repeated, shaking her "Kill me." She said weakly. Marco snickered, pulled the blade from her hand, and tossed it before she did it herself. "No, not unless I have to," he said rising to his feet. "Come on, we’re going to Astrokos." He said offering a hand. "NNNO!” she shouted sitting up to spit at him like a unruly child. "Well fine, your not going to like it this way though," and quicker then she could think to say sorry Marcos dropped and hooked her in the jaw. He walked over to the archer who was still on her hands and knees. Her body looked great in that position. “Am I going to have any trouble with you?” He asked. Standing before her, he considered taking off the robe and fucking her. She stayed still as he walked around her. She was looking at the ground and felt dizzy and nauseous. Marcos settled next to her and dropped a knee. Her hairy ness wasn’t completely offensive. It was a body covering soft white hair and didn’t seem like any creature he’d ever seen. It was more of a curious oddity then dirty barbarity. He wondered what her mother fucked to create this. He watched her try to get up. She was sluggish and obviously off balance. He pushed her head down once her hands and knees lifted off the ground. He leaned on her to keep her face on the ground. “Am I going to have trouble with you?” He repeated louder. He stroked her body with his left hand. Kaarthen made her way down to the campsite after the fight. When she got close, she found Vellina with her face in the ground wriggling as the man held her head down and fingered her pussy. He had his glove in his mouth, and he would spank her with his bare palm when she bucked. He growled insults at her, and told her to get wet for him through his clenched teeth as she watched. He stopped when she got close and stood. He picked up Vellina by her neck like a child, and shoved her away to get dressed. He watched as the Kassin and Ailli got up and told them to prepare to move. He walked over to Caris who was still asleep and paused thoughtfully. 9***************************************************** When Caris woke up again everything was in motion. She was surprised to see that Kaarthen was helping Ailli and Vellina pack and tie up extra gear. Kassin was loaded with her gear already. They were nearly ready to move. Caris realized as she tried to ask what people were thinking that she was gagged and bound with cloth of some kind. She rolled and tried to stand but found she was collared. In a panic, she rolled and wiggled. The man in black was sitting on her pack a half pace behind her. He was looking at the activities as if he paid to watch. He looked down at her with laughter in his eyes. Caris could only think of things that would leave someone maimed for the rest of their life in a rising haze of red. A harsh tug on her collar snapped her out of it. "Calm down little one" He said quietly. Caris responded with indignant squeals and again tried to stand. A one sided game of tug of war started and Caris ended up on her knees before him with his knee digging into her throat choking the resistance out of her. She could only look at him with watery bugged eyes. "Girl will be quiet and obey." He said only slightly louder but infinitely harsher. Caris was kept choking in that humiliating position until her nose started running and dark spots swarmed her vision. Just as quickly, she was released, and left coughing for air. He only gave her enough slack to back herself off. She didn't think it was enough for a comfortable distance and jerked her head back. Prompted, he jerked her in again. He dropped the subtle tactics, and used the leash to pull her face first into his knee. She looked like a wave crashing into a stout sea wall. Caris slipped out of consciousness with a surprised squeal, like a dog with its tail stepped on. She barely listened to his next words repeated cryptically. "Girl will be quiet and obey." The byplay of the two was closely watched as the others worked. The situation almost went how every Huntress predicted. Kassin was surprised by how little the man moved. It seemed one hand was all that it took. Vellina felt that her time of submission would likely be soon. Ailli was deeply concerned for the band's short and long-term prospects of freedom and survivability. Kaarthen was happy she hadn't been collared, and wasn't intending to ever get close enough to him to be, ever again. ########## When Caris woke up again everything was in motion. The sun was going to set soon. She was surprised to see the man was carrying her across his shoulders. Her hands were tied to the front now and were binded twice once above the elbow and again at her wrists. She took time to study the knots. Marcos could feel her moving imperceptibly. He was barely detecting a change in his center of balance. Marcos stopped and set her down. He had chosen a position in the rear, and told them not to stop until it was too dark to see. Caris was still on a short leash and he looked her over quickly to see how awake she was. "Girl will be quiet and obey," He said using a clear voice. He moved his hand to make sure she was looking at him even though he knew listening. He started back along at a quick pace shepherding the band along.

In the air conditioned back room of a non-descript building two people sat in a room, one had a camera. The other sat on a sofa as the two started a conversation. “You wanna tell the folks back home your name?” “Umm…Call me Shandi Sweet.” “Nice,” The man with the camera retorted before adding, “Well Shandi, I hear this is your first scene… Why don’t you stand up and let me see you.” “…Okay…” “I like your body. You’re a well-built girl. You said earlier you were 5’ 8” and a 40 30 42. Can I ask, are those natural?” “Ya…They’re mine.” “What are they EE’s? Are they F cups maybe? They’re Huge!” “Umm, JJ-cups actually…” Shandi said cowering and trying to cover her exposed cleavage. “Don’t be embarrassed now, just turn around. That’s it, that skirt looks real cute on you. Do you mind? Wanna bend over a little bit and show us what’s back there…Wow that is nice. That’s a real nice ass. Nice and smooth with thick thighs and wide hips. That’s what we brothers call an ASS. See how you can just lift the cheek up off the thigh and jiggle it? That’s like bubble gum. And see how your wide hips give me so much of it to play with…I’m sorry that’s really nice, can I touch it? Do you mind?” The director moved the camera to look under the skirt and grinned when he saw her plump shaved pussy peaking out. “Umm go ahead, that’s fine…” “Thank you, thank you! Dear me this is beautiful. Can I ask you what your ancestry is?” Moving slowly, he stroked her thigh with a free hand as he spoke. “Me?” “Well they already know I’m black…” The girl giggled out of nervousness but started to relax. “I’m white, Mexican, and Columbian.” “What a mix. You make it look good.” “Ha…Ah… Thank you.” “So tell me, do you like it when men lie to you? When they tell you things that aren’t true?” “Huh?” “I have no reason to lie you’re a very beautiful woman. I am really enjoying just looking at you. Tell me though, do you have a boyfriend?” “Hmm…No I like…I like older men…” she brought a hand to her lips and blushed looking away. “Really? That sounds like a story! Tell us more.” “Noo!” She giggled and blushed remembering the camera. “I can’t tell you that!” “Okay, okay…well perhaps you can show me your chest a little bit?” “Mm? Like this?” She pulled the straps of her top down but cradled her bra supported breasts to shield them. “Ya, don’t try to be slow. I’ll just edit this so you don’t tease the audience.” She blushed at the mention of the audience and looked at the camera suddenly aware of it again. “Those amazing breasts deserve to be seen.” She dropped the act and let her shirt fall to her waist. “They aren’t that great.” She said looking down at her bra encased breasts sulkily. “I’ll be the judge.” He said putting a hand out as if to pull down her bra. “You just got used to them I bet. You should be proud of them.” Hesitantly, she looked up and pulled her bra down past her nipples while her dark wet eyes seemed to plead up into the lense. “Here, take a seat while I set up the next shot.” He ordered. Quickly mounting the camera on a tripod set to cover a side angle of the couch. The director dropped down before her in the middle of the couch and scooped up her bountiful breasts in either hand. Her nipples had wide aureolas nearly the size of his palm. Around the edges, they were a light pink that paled as it got towards the center where the nub of her nipple stood out clearly erect. “These are exquisite, and their weight is surprising.” He noted aloud as he palmed them. “They have a softness to them that is unique, but I love how firm they are.” “You are a breast man?” “Well they are one of the first things I notice. To be honest your lips, your hair, your eyes, as well as the rest of your body are all perfect for what I like, and I’ve seen alot…” She looked away from his eyes as he spoke but her thighs tightened and he felt her twitch. Rolling the breasts around in his hands, he was please to watch them warble around as he played with them. He looked up at her again as she blushed and looked away demurely with her auburn hair falling over her eyes. Pinching a nipple, he heard a whimper escape just before he watched her bite down on her plump lips to stifle it. “Look at me. Would you like it if I suck on them?” He asked leaning in. “They must be terribly sensitive.” Falling into her, he pressed both nipples together to suckle them both. In front of him, Shandi bounced up and started dancing as he worked the soft flesh of her chest with his wet mouth. His finger kneaded her breasts gently and swirled their mass around so they pivoted on her chest. Her gasps turned to howls and her quaking thighs started to open and close. Pulling her butt closer to him, she started to straddle his forward knee with her moist thighs and grind it into her steamy sex. Coming up for air, he looked again in her wet eyes. They had a sparkle to them that wasn’t there before. His leg was up her mini skirt, and his shin was firmly planted against her naked pussy. His brain was seconds from going into beast mode and ravishing her. “Us old guys got experience huh?” he said offering a smile even as his brain screamed at him to take her. “Ya.” She gasped staring back into his eyes. “Tell you what.” He stood slowly and revealed his cock straining his shorts. It was swollen as hard as it could get already which was rare for someone in the biz. “Show me what you got okay?” She gave a childish smile with only a hint of her previous nervousness, and slid down his shorts. His cock bounced up like it was spring loaded and thwacked her in the cheek. He watched her face flush as she saw it. He could almost hear her start to pant. “Oh my gosh! Look at that!” She wiggled her bottom more into the seat as she started to work her hand up then down his shaft before bringing another hand over to smear the drooling tip of his cock. “Gosh… I guess you like this huh?” She was starting to stare and fixate her eyes on him as her chest rose and fell. Her breasts started to jiggle and warble as she arched her back and leaned in drooling open mouthed. Reaching down from over her he pulled her hair back into a ponytail with both hands and pulled in her head closer. “There ya go.” He couldn’t see it but the camera picked up how she gave a small sniff and opened wide to gobble the flared head of his swollen cock. Rather than kissing or slurping on his huge length, she immediately pushed it back into her throat and rapidly jerked off whatever she didn’t get in her mouth. “Oh god damn, it’s always the innocent looking ones.” He muttered as he hunched over her and his lower body went numb with acute pleasure. Below him, Shandi pawed her own breasts with one hand and enthusiastically gagged herself. Her breasts were splattered with drool after only a few minutes. Her open thighs found his leg again and straddled his kneecap. She dropped both hands and pulled him in by the hips greedily as she pulled forward enough to part her nether lips on his leg. “Oh ya! Open up baby this is the money shot!” He roared and pulled his cock up over her. Her mouth opened as the shadow of his cock fell over her. Keeping her hands barely an inch off his cock she seemed to cup the air around it as he shot a thick white ribbon over her head. The next two hit her face high, and the last three clumpy ropes of semen dribbled into her open mouth. “Damn!” He gasped weakly after the last of it left him. Shandi put a hand on his cock and firmly started working it up and down working her spit in. “Tell me where did you…? No, no tell me.” “I’ll tell you…” Pausing her stroke for an instant, she looked back up thoughtfully. “I lost my virginity last year…It was to an older guy in the office I worked at before college. He was always so nice and I was his secretary. We used to just make out. After a while making out became blowjobs in the office during lunch. One time though he was working over my breasts good. He always loved them. I can’t thinks straight when they’re played with the right way, and he was already fingering me. Anyway, we ended up doing it there in the office because I just couldn’t say no anymore. “I kept from doing it too much with him. My mom would have freaked if she found out I was on the pill or having sex. We did it rarely but one time he was fucking me good from behind while I was bent over the desk. People must have been out in the hall by the door because he covered my mouth and tried to keep me quiet. Suddenly though I could feel him harden and start to cum. “I usually was made to swallow it because the bathroom was out in the hall. His big balls always made a lot so I was usually a mess after dealing with him. Rarely was it late enough for people to have left already. Anyway all he said was, ‘Can’t be helped,’ as he shoved up behind me, and shot his cum into me. She paused noticing the story was having an effect. “…Go on.” She paused to lean in and spit on his cock before continuing. “So anyways, I came hard when he did it. Without a word we ended up doing it like that a lot. I was young though and thought he loved me. Luckily, we got a scare when I missed a period. He freaked and I got fired when I told him to leave his wife. My parents of course found out. They didn’t take it too well and I got cut off. I have to admit though I still love sex like that.” “…” He caught himself before he said. ‘So you’re just another homeless girl out on the street. I noticed you had a lot of luggage in your car. Glad you aren’t a prostitute, that would have been my next guess.’ Fortunately his cock gave him something more to talk about as he eased back out of her grip. “Well I’m certainly hard now. Why don’t you turn that ass around.” Shandi gave him a knowing smile and spun around up on to the sofa. Leaning on the back of the couch with her knees on the edge of the seat and her wide ass tilted up her breast dangled and flopped. The director moved up and stroked his cock onto her ass and plowed forward spreading her cheeks until the flared tip touched her soppy wet core. “You always get this excited?” “Maybe it was the camera,” She moaned easing back trying to take him. “But maybe,” she breathed as his tip parted her lips and sunk partway into her canal. His cock was nearly as big as a coke can, the head butted up against her tight entrance before her slick wetness eased him in. “Maybe it was how you made me cum earlier. I really liked how you played with my breasts.” Easing down further, she clenched a few times as he hit her cervix a few inches in. “You came from that earlier?” He asked slowly plowing her with his thick cock in a slow gentle rhythm. “Ya… I was grinding on you too so I actually came pretty hard. There was no pain when you held my boobs too. It was surprising really…” She jumped as his cock pushed against the puckered hole of her womb a little more force. “You thought I would be rough with you?” he inquired speeding up a little until she could barely talk. It was no surprise to him that she quickly came. His manly pride turned to sick sense of control as she started to sweat profusely and climax nearly non stop. She tried to bow her back and twist her hips to reduce the feeling of him deeply stroking her insides. Finally, he gave her a rest after only five minutes of steady thrusting. “Try to keep up sweetie,” He chuckled. As she collected her breath, he set up a nice angle looking straight up at the couch from the floor. He then pushed her almost limp body around onto the couch arm and got up onto the seats behind her. Easing in slowly, he quickly built up speed. Shandi sagged back into him as he pulled on her hips and kept her in place. As the seconds passed, he could feel her getting into it again. Her pussy seized up several times and got even wetter. Suddenly his moment was upon him and he began cumming immediately as he continued to fuck up into her womb and without skipping a beat in his rhythm. “AAhh! Ah? Are you cumming?” She asked without looking back. He knew she felt it from the way she clenched him and tried to shove down hard as his hot load splashed out. “Ya pornstars do it all the time don’t worry.” He breathed. “We only need one good money shot.” “But I’m not on the pill and…” She moaned airily. His cock hardened as he heard her. “Oh? Oh ya?” His sensitive cock head gave a pang of pleasure suddenly as his balls rumbled preparing to give her another soaking. “Well they got pills for the day after too. We can get some.” “…Oh…?” She moaned distracted. “Okay…” “I’m gonna cum really good here in a minute.” He gasped feeling his whole body start to tense up. His cock swelled and hardened from base to tip. “I feel like I haven’t bust a nut in years. This is gonna be huge.” “Well go ahead and…Go ahead.” She mumbled between thrusts. Falling into her and stopping completely. His balls tightened and spewed a huge load that he felt going all the way down and out his cock. After it left, the temperature in her pussy seemed to go up by a few degrees. Pulling back slowly after the intense pulses slowed, the last few spurts dribbled out as he pulled his cock away. “We got some good film. I’ll let you take it easy, how about you lay on your back and get comfortable.” He moved the camera back to the side looking down the length of the couch seats. Stepping before her, he grabbed some lube from under the couch and poured a gob into is hand then smeared it on and into her pussy. She panted but didn’t say a word as she watched him with heavy eyelids. Laying back and revealing her wonders to him, she allowed his roving eyes to see her breasts and all the smooth pale brown skin of her curvy. After committing the image to memory, he thanked his maker for the choices that made his career and business possible. Dropping down on top of her, he pushed in the length of his cock slowly. Her pussy was hot now and slightly slack. But because of how she lay back on the couch, her vaginal passage was tighter than before. It became a curved road that guided his cock up into her body. After he backed out and found a steady rhythm, he dropped down to suck on her nipples. For a moment, there was bliss in the room. Overhead, the A/C compressor kicked off. Only a quiet slurping could be heard over the quiet smacking of flesh. Every once in a while, a very female moan was heard. Sometimes a man’s grunts could be picked up too. After enjoying themselves fully, they began to speed up without a word knowing the time had come. Shandi lifted her hips and straightened herself as the director sped to a blur and stood over her holding himself up off the back of the couch. She had felt him swell a few times but not go over as they had fucked earlier. Feeling the moment was right, she urged him to come in. “Give it to me. Cum baby,” She cooed under him as his cock twitched. Instinct made her legs flip up and wrap around him tightly. “There you go! Cum inside me. Cum! Cum inside my pussy!” He had already started to paint her insides by the time she was done talking. Mindlessly he still tried to push even deeper into her. Shandi just sat still focused on what her pussy was doing and enjoyed the feelings. “It’s getting late.” He muttered after a moment. “The weather is gonna be bad later on.” Shandi tightened up and clenched her jaw as reality swept away her warm thoughts. ‘Parting is such sweet sorrow as they say’ He pulled out of her arms and reached back to push away her legs. “Upstairs I got this…Umm… apartment space. I use it sometimes when I stay late. You can crash there if you want.” Bones popped as he stood. “Well you don’t have to answer now but you can stay there. I’ll order some food since there’s nothing here and we’ll go over editing. There’s a nice Vietnamese place nearby. Have you ever had Pho?”

“Oh, right, so I’m superman, he said in a derisive tone. “No, were not superheroes, were more like wizards,” he hated using that word because then everyone thought of Harry Potter. “You have a power to control people’s minds, and as you get older, you will become stronger and stronger.” “And then maybe I can take over the whole world, and become ruler of the universe, and bring unicorns and lepricons to come and play,” Dave mocked the older man claiming to be a long lost relative. “Your crazy old man.” “You will learn to accept who you are and embrace the gift in time,” as he said this, the old man turned away and walked into the distance. This old man was claiming that he was a descendent of a long lost people who had all these magical powers and used to rule the earth with. What a load of BS. He went home thinking nothing of it. Little did he know what was in store for him down the road. After school one day he was down at the park playing soccer with his neighbor, Alice. She was about his age, and they lived next to each other their whole life, but they weren’t best friends, just friendly neighbors who hung out some times. They started kicking the ball back and forth, trying to keep it away from each other. Dave had the ball and she was chasing after him when suddenly and without warning she just stopped, dead in her tracks. “Are you alright,” he asked her. No response. She just stood there with this empty look in her eyes, staring off into space. “Alright real funny, what is going on?” he assumed she was joking, but a few minutes went by and she continued to stand there, not moving a single bit. “Now this is just annoying, move out of my way.” As he said this, she stepped to the side, out of his way. “Thank you, finally.” He started walking away and as soon as he got a few feet from her, she snapped back to reality. My turn,” she said as she kicked the ball, and started to run. Dave was mystified at what had just happened, but decided to forget about it and continue with the game. He chased after her as she ran with the ball. She was cutting and turning, doing her best to stay away from him, but eventually he caught up to her, and as he did, she stopped dead, staring into space as she had done a few moments before. Not again, he thought to himself. “Could you at least kick me the ball this time.” She did as she was commanded and kicked him the ball. He started dribbling away from her, and suddenly heard from behind him, “Hey how did you get the ball,” as she giggled and began to chaise after him. When she finally reached him, she fell into the trance like state again. “Alright, this isn’t fun, maybe you should just go home.” She turned and walked away, toward her house. “Wait,” he said, she stopped “Do five jumping jacks” he said. She did five jumping jacks. She was doing whatever he said. But she was only under this spell when he was very close to her, like seven feet or less. Suddenly his thoughts turned darker and he said, “Take me into your room,” he commanded her, so she did. He followed her into the front door, waving to her parents as they passed and into her room. They didn’t know the power he had over their daughter. Luckily, her room was on the bottom floor, away from the rest of the family, so he could investigate his new found powers without any interruptions or people overhearing. He shut the door behind him and sat on the bed. “Stand right here,” he told her pointing to a spot at the foot of the bed. He adjusted his seating so he could comfortably see her. ‘Get your shoes and socks off first,” like a slave she did as she was told. “Now take off your shirt.” She obeyed, robotically removing her shirt, revealing a black sports bra underneath holding back her tits, not very big, but just the right size. “Now the shorts.’ She let her athletic shorts drop to the floor, leaving her standing in just her bra and underwear. He could do whatever he wanted with her now, but he wanted to enjoy this for a little more build up the suspense, so he commanded her to go into the closest, put on sexy undergarments, and then put on the tightest clothes she had. Like a dog she went out of his view and into her closest. A few seconds passes and he could hear the ruffling of clothes as she searched the closet. Finally after a few minutes, she came out in what he could only guess was her younger sister’s clothes. Her shirt was so tight it barely came past her boobs. Although they weren’t huge, her shirt made them jut out, making them seem so luscious. He could see her sexy tan skin. Her abs were nice, not too defined but flat. ‘Damn’, he thought to himself, the shorts she put on where about 5 sizes too small. They were tight green volleyball spandex, but they weren’t even big enough to cover her ass. Both her cheeks were hanging out, begging to escape. When she turned around, he could see the outline of her pussy clearly. She had a major camel toe, she couldn’t help it after all, because her shorts were clinging to each of her curves. Her pussy was so clearly defined it was as if she had no shorts on at all. He was so turned on from this sight but he didn’t want to do anything yet. He wanted to hone his craft, learn the ins and out before he did anything, just in case anything happened. Everyday after school he hung out with her, if that’s what it was called. He would go into her mind and come out, making her do different things, seeing how far he could push it. He became stronger, being able to control her from farther away. It was like he was becoming one with her. He could seamlessly take her over and do what wanted. He learned to enjoy putting her in awkward situations and then let her deal with the consequences. He would have her walk outside in the completely naked, and then when she was far enough from the house, he would give her control. He enjoyed the look on her face as she realized the predicament she was in. She would try to cover herself up, running behind the nearest tree or bush. Her face would be covered in confusion as she tried to figure out how she got there. As he grew tired of this he decided he needed to push it a little further. But what could he do he thought… “Wow, your frisky today,” her husband said as she started kissing his chest. It was a weird mood she was in today, but he didn’t care, he would take what he could get. She robotically climbed on top of him and they started kissing each other, making out like they were still dating. She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. It wasn’t like her to be this forward, but he kind of liked it. He lifted up her shirt and started caressing her boobs. She took off her bra and climbed on top of him. “What has gotten into you tonight?” he asked, stunned at what was going on. She didn’t answer, just ripped off his shirt and went to work on his pants. By now he was so turned on, he couldn’t control himself. He was hard as she finally reached her hands into his boxers. She gripped her hands around his cock and he jumped with excitement. It had been a while since he had felt his wife’s hand and not his own. Starting slowly at first, she started jerking him off, up and down, almost mechanical in nature. It felt amazing, her hand bobbing up and down on his rock hard cock. He never wanted her to stop, but suddenly she did. Without saying anything, she got up and went into the bathroom. A few moments later she came out with a bandana. “I want you to put this over your eyes, spice things up a little.” He was a little curious about that, but it turned him on to see his wife act like this. It was like she was a whole other person. He grabbed the bandana and tied it around his face and he could see nothing. All he could do was hear and feel, and the excitement was killing him. Next thing he knew, he felt her grab his arm and tie it to the bed post; then his other arm. ‘Wow this is kinky’ he thought to himself. He was tied to the bed, both his arm and his legs, he was stuck spread eagle. He didn’t know what to expect next, until suddenly she grabbed his cock. Her hand went to work, stroking it. It was amazing, this feeling of total helplessness. It caused him to feel like he was about to explode after only a few moments. Then suddenly it stopped as fast as it had begun. She let go and stood up from the bed. Dave came out of the bathroom, admiring his work. He was controlling the mind of the wife this whole time, setting up this whole situation. He couldn’t explain how or why, but one day when he was playing with her daughter, he tapped into the mind of her mother. The rest was about to be history. “Why did you stop honey?” the husband asked itching with excitement. “Don’t worry, daddy, I’m just warming up,” she said seductively. With this she walked over toward the bathroom. Suddenly, her daughter came out. They were both under the spell of Dave. But the husband had no idea she was in there. The daughter walked over to the bed side. Dave sat in a chair waiting with anticipation to see what was going to happen next. That’s stupid he thought, I control what’s going to happen. She got on the bed and without hesitation started where her mother left off. She grabbed his dick with her hands and slowly started jerking him off. “Wow, honey you’re like a whole new person.” The husband said, oblivious to the switch. Dave watched from the side as the father raved at his daughters hand job. She stroked it like a pro and as she did, reached her other hand into her own private area. One finger slipped into her pants and went in her tight teenage pussy. She felt around, possessed by another force. But Dave wanted more, so he had the daughter bend over and take his cock in her mouth. “Yes please don’t stop” her father cried out in ecstasy. She did as she was told working her way around his shaft taking in as much as she could before choking. In and out, he watched as she sucked it like a Popsicle. She could barely fit half out it in, but Dave made her keep going, suppressing her reflex to gag. “Yesss.” The father was screaming as his daughter deep throated him. She was now all the way down his shaft, his cock a few inches into her throat. Her face was filled with pain, but her eyes were emotionless, dead. She let his dick out of her mouth and then gobbled it up again. But this still wasn’t enough for Dave. He wanted more. He decided to let the mom get in on some of the action. She got up and walked behind her daughter, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. There was a clean shaven pussy, her legs pressing it together so her lips were sticking out in perfection. She started with tongue, licking her inner thighs and all around her butt. She was bent over in the perfect way, her pussy sticking out into her face. The mother pulled her daughers legs apart and then dived in, eating her daughter out like it was no big deal. Her tongue was in, feeling around, exploring every hiding spot. Following her tongue was her finger, feeling around, trying to hit the right spot. Alice would have burst out in pleasure if she wasn’t under his control. It was sick what he was making them do, but he couldn’t help it now, he was so turned on watching the daughter blow her father as her mother ate her out. The worst part is that the father had no idea it was his daughters lips making him cum. With each one of his screams of pleasure Dave got turned on more. Finally it was time for the finale. He had the daughter get up and move forward on the bed until she was on top of her father. This was the moment he was waiting for, the moment her father would penetrate her. Straddling his legs, she squatted over him and sat on his cock. “Yes’” he screamed in pleasure. She started bouncing up and down rubbing her tits as she did. “This is unbelievable honey, you’re so tight today”. As he said this his hands went up to her boobs, caressing one in each hand. The site was glorious to him, a father willingly feeling up his daughter as she rode his rock hard cock. He just sat there and watched. It was glorious. In and out, her pussy was stretched out by her fathers dick. As he tickled her tits and played with her ass, he could tell by his facial expression that he was getting close. It was time for the grand finale. But what to do. He wasn’t sure. Finally, he knew what he wanted. He made the wife walk over to the bed and climb up. The dads face suddenly went blank, scared by what seemed like the addition of a third party. “What is going on?” He asked nervously, struggling with no avail to free himself. As he was struggling, his daughter continued thrusting her hips, filling herself deeper and deeper. Additionally, the wife went down, licking his shaft with her tongue. The husband had mixed emotion on his face. His mind was scared, not knowing what was going on, who the third person was. But his “head” was in pure bliss. He had reached the point of no return and even as he fought to free himself he stayed rock hard. He was losing control of his muscles; they were twitching and convulsing as he neared the end. His wife continued working on his balls as his daughter continued her assault on his penis. She was turning red, flushed from the pleasure she was receiving, but her facial expression was blank, staring into space, like she had no care in the world; Like she didn’t know she was currently being stuffed by her father; Like she didn’t know her mother’s tongue was entering her pussy, licking both her father and her at the same time. “What is going on”, her dad screamed out in frustration, exhausted from his struggle to get free and his impeding explosion. He could feel it building up, and no matter how worried he was, nothing could stop him now. In the sexiest voice he could make her do, he made the daughter say, “ohh daddy you’re so good.” Stunned, the father couldn’t believe what he heard. His daughter was in the room, in his bed. But at that instance, his own orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. His legs seized up and he screamed out in pleasure. At this instant he gave control of their bodies back to the two women. They both paused, looking around to figure out where they were. Suddenly their faces changed as they both realized what was going on. The father exploded everywhere. Alice could feel it squirting inside of here. She pulled off of him, cum dripping out of her as she did. The mothers face was hit too. She could feel in covering her face, taste the saltiness as it dripped out of her daughter. “What is happening,”, “What is going on”, confusion went around the room as the two ladies tried to figure what had just happened. The father was still breathing heavy, screaming in terror and enjoyment as he finished. “Let me go”, he screamed. The two ladies rushing to cover up, forgot about him. As the daughter went to put her underwear on, she still had a little bit of cum seeping out. They went to untie the father. “What did you do!”, each one of them asked, each pointing a finger at the others. Dave just laughed and smiled as he walked toward his house, knowing they would never be able to explain it. He also knew that this would only be the start of the mayhem he would cause.

The preparations for the coronation went off without a hitch. The new King came down the canal with Lady Aurelia, his bride to be. The princes also came on a royal barge with a large group of other nobles. The party was greeted on the grounds of the palace as they stepped out into the clear bright winter’s day. The little snow the had city received was nearly gone, and already talk of spring was buzzing in the tower. “Welcome to Mavvus, Brothers.” Queen Mensillin said curtsying graciously. Flanking her were the three princesses, Marcos, Kaarthen, General Creighton, and the Hjordis. The tall blonde handsome King answered holding his beautiful raven-haired bride to be. Both wore rich heavy robes lined in ermine. “I am honored Sister.” He responded magnanimously. Behind him formed a train of nobles and friends of court headed by his brothers. The shorter yet identical Prince Luthero headed the group. He was wearing a suit of dark steel armor with a black striped white silk coif around his neck. Marcos though it made him look too fashionable but didn’t speak. Next was the slightly darker haired Prince Billile who was the King’s height of six feet. He was a notorious ‘man of women’ and his cheery smile seemed infectious to those around him. He was clad in only a chest plate and wore dark linen clothes underneath. He had a red and yellow sash about his waist for gaiety and leather knee-high boots a pirate would wear. Prince Neasar the quiet came next and nodded to the Queen and kissed her hand. He was her only male child and as rules stated, he was also raised to be King. He was blonder than the others and very similar to the Queen’s delicate features of thin eyebrows and pink puckered lips. Despite his pretty boy appearance, he was as ruthless as anyone, and just as capable. The last was the Prince Sidwell. He was taller than Prince Neasar, and pale with dark hair that didn’t match anyone. He eschewed mixing into the crowd and nodded to Marcos and the Queen before backing away. Kaarthen noted the looks he gave Marcos. The two had an obviously unpleasant history. The assembled group paraded into the Citadel talking in loud joyous voices. That night the city celebrated the eve of a new King with wild festivals. Menthino held banquets and feasts in every town from the chaos lands to the Moxle. The next morning, after a late breakfast, Marcos, Kaarthen, Janis, and the royals were all in the Queen’s lounge. The normally shuttered windows were open. The usually dark wood paneled room decorated in black and purple felt crowded, though everyone was seated comfortably. Marcos began the meeting with several questions. “I understand you wish to marry while in Mavvus?” He asked the King quietly. “Yes it is my hope to be married while we are here. Aurelia has asked that you do it.” He gestured to his dark haired fiancée who nodded. Marcos nodded back and grinned slightly. “Has she now? I will accept.” He paused. “Have you thought of the day?” The two set a day and had the wedding planned for the next day in the Citadel. The Coronation was to be done that night however, and Marcos was careful to meet with everyone to deal with any problems. “Well then, all orders of business are concluded.” Marcos sighed. “Actually Lord Panthi, there is something.” Prince Neasar started to say. Marcos was growing weary of the slowness after the already long meeting over the planned nuptials. “Well, what?” The prince inhaled and finally blurted. “The principalities want a marriage. Our close allies of the region, the Scorrs I believe, are looking for a cemented relationship since the last Mistress-wife... Hurickia passed. However, the diplomats tell us that all the Princes are expressing interest in that region.” “Oh?” Marcos mused. Prince Neasar blushed looking away. “Yes lord, the principalities seem to all have daughters they are willing to marry off.” Quietly everyone turned in their seats and looked at Princess Ruegin and Princess Saliss for any objection. The Prince’s marriage was that would affect their early reign much more that Queen Mensillin’s ongoing diplomatic relationships. “Ridiculous.” Marcos snorted loudly. “I would have you on the frozen throne in Astrokos before doing that. Your line is above that silliness especially since the principalities have nothing to offer. Did you intend to go out there? Perhaps you want to make a proper kingdom out of the fools.” “Ah…yes lord.” The prince forced a smile quickly. “Interesting,” Marcos thought for a moment. “It will have to wait.” “Excuse me?” Prince Neasar seemed forlorn. “Before you get to play warlord, I will go west to Munklin. Dar Delis is behind a request for the princess to take the throne there. They want a Queen to unite the clans. Princess Ruegin could be perfect for it they say. She would be the one to do it by hook or by crook.” Princess Ruegin shuffled hearing her name. “Excuse me?” “By any, and all, means necessary.” Marcos corrected and gave her a smile. She seemed satisfied with the assessment. “I see.” The prince quietly muttered. “You seem vested in this Prince Neasar.” Marcos half asked curiously. The prince wagged his head. “I…I have met the princess they spoke of once.” Princess Nossin spoke up. “That wasn’t a princess. She was a courtesan.” Marcos cringed and tried not to chuckle as the prince blanched. The prince hardened himself and turned red in anger. His delicate brows dropped as his lips tightened. “I will go, and when I get there I will purge the fools from my sight. They will learn my displeasure.” “I can see that, when dealing with those small states, we have much to be on top of.” Queen Mensillin said diplomatically. “Perhaps you can stay here with us, and accept the offer so long as you are married in the holy Red Temple. That should give the silly princes pause.” “That’s good.” Marcos mused thinking further on it. “Queen Mensillin will be very diligent to insure a proper bride is sent. In fact, we might as well have them all send the women of their family so we may have a ball. Perhaps I should stay for that…” Marcos added thoughtfully. Prince Billile snickered. “I shall be here in your stead. If they do send a dandy whore I’ll…” King Carsol sat up. “Prince Billile! You will speak civilly in front of theses ladies.” He fairly shouted. The Queen and the princesses hid a smile but didn’t undermine him. Prince Billile nodded. “Yes highness.” @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Marcos’ planned departure was scheduled for the spring. By then Kaarthen had given birth and was back in fighting shape. She had given birth to twin daughters. One had the looks of a drow with black wavy hair and clear white blue eyes. The other was very pale with white hair and much darker eyes that glittered wetly like polished obsidian. Marcos assembled the group again for their journey outside the tower. He was given authority over the princess and her corps of Battle maidens for the journey. The royal detachment would be mounted and ride fast bringing the princess up quickly. If Marcos was lucky, the journey back would avoid Dar Dellis. @@@@@@@@@@@ Merris sat in her alley enjoying the sun on her face eating a pom. Things had gotten better with the change in season. Everyone felt awake and alive. The morning had been good. A new girl had came over to try her luck. She was just an innocent simple girl with no idea what to do, and appeared to be just a friendly girl next door. Her story was common, winter had been harsh, and some of her younger sibling almost didn’t make it. Now she wanted to help the family and there wasn’t enough work in the city for a girl to make an honest coin. She was pretty enough, and was innocent enough to look her age. Even at eighteen, she was too old in appearance to play at being young like Merris. With black shiny hair, ample breasts, wide strong hips, and shoulders she was very womanly in appearance though a quick look at her face revealed her youth. The girl quickly became ignored as she stood aloof toward the back of the alley. To Merris’ annoyance, Heppi befriended the girl and they spoke for hours. Finally, Merris thought of something to scare her off, or get her to wise up. “Come here. Whenever I’m done making money you gotta lick it so I can get ready again.” Merris said sitting up on a barrel for the girl to see her hairless dripping pussy. She was given an askance look from Heppi and the girl. “Look we had another girl here who did it before she left and it makes things work out good. You lick me and I’ll lick you, okay. I’ll even give you some coin so you don’t go back with only a few coins.” Merris sat back and let the girl decide. She’d seen her dither with men but eventually she always got down and used her mouth how they wanted. After a moment, she dropped in and gave her a quick lick. “You gotta do better than that. Get it good and wet. It’ll hurt if it’s not real wet.” Merris prodded. She closed her eyes and grabbed onto the girl’s head when she felt another tentative lick. Merris got her in the right place and moved her hips around the girl’s slow licks. “Just like that…” She moaned. Merris writhed around as the girl was forced deeper into her. She seemed to get into it. Slowly the pleasant feelings made Merris coil around the source of pleasure as she tightened her grip with her thighs and hands unwilling to let her free. With a building wail it all released, and Merris pushed the girl away as her body trembled and grew sensitive. It was worth money she thought, even she would pay for it but nobody needed to know that. Opening her eyes, she found new customers. Two large women stood before them. One was black haired and dressed as an Amazon Warrioress the other was a huge drow in black with flowing white hair. They held the girl still between them like a prisoner. Merris hopped down onto her feet, and saw the third woman behind her. She was familiar somehow. Her white hair, pale skin, and enormous breasts made her a treat to be hold. Her thick purple grey lips, and glinting silvery eyes caught her attention too. She looked hard and strong, and yet so soft and plush. Merris wanted to jump into her in an embrace. Suddenly she noticed the woman’s haughty untouchable expression that reminded her of… The girl between Mara and Metacari watched Merris flee the alley with Heppi in tow as they held her still. They looked her over and seemed to decide something. “We’ll call you Aimili okay?” The one with black hair said. “Umm, yes but I--!” A quick hand from the Drow darted in to slapped her hard and shut her up. “Shut the fuck up whore.” Mara hissed and dragged her up the street with Metacari. The other woman followed as ‘Aimili’ was hauled along up the street. Mara got them all the way up to a familiar inn and kicked open the door after snapping a chain on it. Inside was the inn’s sleep room closed for the day. It had been prepared for tonight, and a fresh layer of straw was strewn about. Metacari sloughed off Aimili and let her crash into one of the posts in the center of the room. Mara and Kaarthen came up behind her and shut the door as best they could. Metacari opened her robe and cloak to reveal her ready swollen cock dripping from its purple head. Metacari had chosen to be only slightly merciful for this young lost soul and had opted for a smaller cock then what she could have used. This one was not as thick but still almost a foot long with a round blunt head. She wasted no time in coming over to stand atop the girl and clubbed her with the cock repeatedly. “Open up…” Metacari said dropping her weighty meat into Aimili’s face. “Open…” She said warningly and lined herself up with the girl’s small mouth. Reluctantly, Aimili opened her eyes and mouth just as Metacari shoved forward the purple head of her cock. She made it into the throat in one heave and started pulling the girl’s head along the pale length harshly. Kaarthen noticed she was over her earlier tepidness, and wanted to relive that night as another participant. Her first run in with Aimili she had only slacked her lust, now the cruelty was being shed. Mara stepped over and joined in. They tugged the girl up onto her hands and knees between them and skewered her. Aimili bounced and cried as they used her. Metacari pistoned her face as Mara filled her pussy. Mara’s cock size was big enough to be unpleasant at first but like the first Aimili, this girl eventually came too. The young maiden got into a series of orgasms as she was taken by the women’s huge veiny cocks. Amid them, she felt Mara swell and fire her gouts, and gobs of sperm into her. The warm weight moved forward into her abdomen and settled ominously. Mara pulled free and the vacuum created sucked out only a little bit of the load to run down her pale thigh. Metacari spun Aimili around and her cloak fell over the girl as they merged to create a two headed monster. The girl’s head and shoulders poked out but were gripped hard as Metacari held her head back by the hair. From over her, Metacari’s heavy breasts burst forth as they swung in the rhythm of her fast rut. She looked down upon her charge with distant coldness. Again, Aimili felt the swell of the meat between her legs. The cock within her burrowed deep as it began to release wave after wave of searing ooze. Each wave built upon the next, and before too long Aimili was completely inundated with the stuff. Her belly swelled under the pressure and her pussy choked out what it could around the thick spewing pipe lodged deeply within her. Finally, Metacari pulled off of her and let her fall. Her swollen belly looked several months due. The sight of instant impregnation made Kaarthen swoon and the other women’s cock twitch sympathetically. Four more hours of sex later ‘Aimili’ was dropped out on the crates of the alley just after the sun set. She spent the night laying covered in the women’s cum with her legs and hips too numb to move. Twice, she fought off men who crept up on her in the dark. A dozen more times the shadowy men won and they used her anyway. For hours, they ravaged her limp sore body until she lost any reason to resist. As the night went by, she was pushed and pulled over the crates and barrels in that alley until well after the sun came up. @@@@@@@@@@@@ Marcos found his own mark for the evening. Out past the lumberyards he followed his senses and found a long black haired woman in voluminous black petticoats standing on the edge of town. She stood near a stable abandoned at night. Her paleness lit with moon light was a beacon to him. Very little traffic was around as Marcos walked past her innocently. Finally, he looked around and ventured over to her. She stood among the fencing of the corrals under a roofed area for the Ferrier and black smith. “Hi,” He whispered quietly as he approached. Her features were almost noble with delicate brows and cheekbones. Her eyes glittered as they studied each other. “It’s been so long since I spoke to woman so beautiful.” Marcos’ mouth was ash dry but not because of her looks. She started to smile, and dipped her head to nod demurely. She looked at him cattily lifting a fan to uncover her pale cleavage and cover her mouth as she spoke. “I need company to get me home. Are you a gentle man? I am so hungry for a man of strength.” Marcos noted the garbled rolling of words, and the almost sibilant hiss her accent made. “Well then I am just the man.” He moved to hook her arm, and put an arm around her waist so he was slightly behind her. As they turned together towards the road, Marcos noted another. This one was a man, youthful in appearance, and shorter. His hair was bleached white with an unnatural type of aging. Standing only a few yards away, he had apparently stopped on his way into town for a snack and noticed them. He was staring at the two and Marcos noticed his mouth moving as he stared intensely at the woman. They both leaned forward to read the secret message on his lips as he frantically spoke. Marcos made out the word just as she did. “…Danger, get away from the man in bla…” Next to him, the woman tensed and jerked her arm away. Marcos kept a hold on her waist and she drew her fangs and hissed at him like a cornered cat. She didn’t even see the two punches to the face he gave her. She dropped to her knees as he caught her. “That’s right, get mad pretty.” He growled. Marcos fearlessly shoved a naked hand into her mouth gripping her jaw like a fish, then spun and shoved her back. His clawed gauntlet easily pushed three fingers through her hand into the wood on the fencing behind her as he drew his straight sword. Like an architect, he slid her along the railing to a place strong enough to hold her. At a post that went all the way up to the roof, he raised her off her feet and impaled her with the sword. His practiced hand shoved the sword in at a steep angle so she couldn’t pull it out, and deep so it wouldn’t come loose. After inspecting it, he turned and saw the man facing him, and slowly backing up into the shadows. He bolted as Marcos took a step for him and Marcos followed with a grin. The vampire silently ran through the woods into the deep area of trees that blocked out the moon light. Marcos felt movement ahead and stopped to listen to the vampire clearly as he streaked blindly into another monster’s territory. After a second, he heard a shout of surprise as the vampire found himself trapped. Marcos moved forward silently and crept up to a tree to watch. A clearing with several werewolves was illuminated by the nearly full moon. The vampire had streaked in and upset their primitive nature ceremony. The vampire was picking himself off the ground after tripping across their alter, and scattering a pile of dead rodents they were sacrificing, or going to eat afterwards. Marcos turned back as things got loud back there. Even though they likely couldn’t kill a vampire as old as that man, they would work him over pretty good. Knowing the irate werewolves wouldn’t be tender, or merciful was enough for him. Walking back, he found the woman had escaped. She had gotten down by taking the extreme rout of cutting the sword out through her chest. Marcos had gone up into her ribcage to avoid that but apparently she was desperate enough, and got enough leverage. Marcos followed her trail to the back end of the stable. She sat weakened by her wounds at the edge of the forest unwilling, or unable to go further. There was a clear path nearby from the workers who skipped off into the woods during work. She could have made it if she didn’t mind getting fucked with by whatever else found her in there. “You were going to kill me…” She half asked. “Yes child,” Marcos said walking along side her. “I always thought the man in black was just a nightmare…” She sobbed hugging herself. Marcos figured she had twisted her body around to push the sword out her side. Right now, she would fall apart if she put her hands down. “I…I never wanted this… I was young once, and beautiful. Waiting for my carriage, a man came for me. He wore black too. He was so beautiful…” She lurched in pain. She continued with a smile of fond memories. “I was so stupid, but he picked me up and pulled me in with him. He tossed my dress up before I even sat down, and had me in the back of the carriage. He was so big…so big I have never had another…” She stopped and spat up blood. That was never a good sign for a vampire. “He took me as I climaxed…bit me deep.” She ventured a hand up and felt her neck. The gore from her wound fell away from her as she swooned. “He told me then I was his…He was my master…” She coughed again and blood shot out of her wound as a gout spewed out her lips making a deep wet sound. “When he left, he said ‘never go east, and beware the man in black…’” She sagged now as her lifeblood and fuel retreated from her. “I…I…I…Never…” As she struggled, her voice changed to a deeper tone not of a young woman. Unable to hide its nature behind the former mortal’s beautiful form and voice, the vampire’s true monstrous nature was exposed. Her once pale skin darkened to look like rough leather. Under it, the bones of her face and hands grew to protrude in gnarled knots. She watched at her hands grow claws as her body urged her to fight, and ‘live’. “I never…wanted this…” She said gruffly and fell back to lie still. Marcos turned away. She could only live now if something cut itself open and bled in her mouth. In her weakened state when the sun came up it would finish her off quickly yet extremely painfully. He walked out and found Ein and Rinis standing on the road waiting for him. He noted both girls’ blank expressions, Ein’s sword was drawn, and Rinis was holding a bundle of stakes. They were fixated and ignored him as they moved quickly to the shadows where the woman rested. “Going to see her off then?” He said as he walked past. Moments later, they came back. Not much was heard just several taps and a short scream. Marcos held them close as they walked back to their inn. In the inn Kaarthen stayed up for him. Laying back nude in the light, her long curvy body invited him to bed. As usual, her heavy naked breasts hypnotized him into serenity as she moved him to lay back comfortably against her. After relaxing a bit, she moved over and straddled him, then undressed him silently. She was more aware than most would guess about what had happened out in the dark. Naked, she leaned in and pulled him to her teats that had started to drip in anticipation. Marcos drank the sweet thick milk that she produced now with relish. Mara appeared from nowhere and curled up onto the bed as the two enjoyed each other. For once, she wasn’t sexual as she stripped and balled up between them in her original small rounded body. The other women came in later. Kaarthen spoke for them as they laid on the bed around him. Only Metacari seemed unaffected but she carried the mood of the others, and let them have space. “That woman was a terror for the girls.” Kaarthen started. “You did well by taking her in. You did even better letting them finish her. Seeing her broken body robbed of its bewitching illusion, and bled out was more healing than actually finishing her. It had shown them the fragility of the creatures that held so much sway over them. These women let go of something old and cruel today. They are better…we are better because of it.” She leaned forward and kissed him softly. Under him, his cock straightened and a soft hand pushed him toward Kaarthen’s core. The four women with him whimpered as he sank into Kaarthen’s hot moist interior. The Goddess within her seemed excited and began to move her body to grind herself over him. She forced her tit back into his mouth and sped up as he suckled her. Immersed in warmth on all sides, Marcos smelled only the women’s scents of arousal, and fresh cleaned skin heavily perfumed from the bath. Her trick cervix opened wide for him and stroked his head and shaft as her pussy milked and squeezed him. When he shot out his cum, it didn’t stop for several minutes. His cock just bucked and twitched wildly as it vented its load in a thick stream. As he filled her, her body heat climbed until it felt like she was burning him. He couldn’t stop or move, he just kept pumping as her pussy suckled everything from him. Finally, she stopped, and Mara moved over to ride him. Her small body took him eagerly though she had to lean back to seat him fully. She hopped and bounced as Kaarthen came over to the side and again shoved her tit into his face. In Mara’s pussy, his cock wasn’t manipulated, and worked over. Instead a firm hand like grip pumped him to a climax. With all the warmth and pleasure, he wasn’t aware he was cumming until the muscles at the base of his cock started pulsing rhythmically. Heavy long spurts went out into her with little breaks in between, Mara marveled as her womb swelled from the internal pressure. The forceful spattering of his load was an intense burning pleasure she never felt tired of, and would do anything to feel again. Finally, her moment passed and his spurts slowed and stopped. Kaarthen had to pull her off as she frantically tried to use her tricks to revive him for more. Rolling over, Rinis pulled him over onto her and he thrust down into her as she marveled at his generosity. She was the most ordinary of any woman around him. He was gentle as he pushed along her tunnel and was careful not to push her too much. Her pussy was like a glove that caught him and wanted him to go further despite only able to go so far. Its grip felt like it was custom designed for him and ended intentionally half an inch before he did. He slid into the back of her embracing sleeve and when he came, she clung to him already sweating and curled under him to stay close. She mewled as the warm weight of his love seemed to threaten to burst out. Finally, she fell back and seemed to fall asleep panting lightly. Ein finally moved forward and pulled him close to look face to face with her before she turned and climbed over Rinis. She raised her hips offering herself silently as Marcos came along behind her and slid in. He noticed how wet she was. Like Kaarthen, her cervix brushed open easily then clamped behind his cock head as he slid forward deeper. Just as he looked down wondering where it was all going in the apparently hollow girl, his cock kissed the back end of her womb. A textured knot kissed the pisshole of his cock as he slid in. Like a switch was thrown, he started cumming like a animal. The knot made him back up and kick off a spurt making her pussy clamp, which in turn made him push forward with a another thrust into the knot. The two were locked in the endless cycle of giving as Marcos lost his mind to the instinctive forced orgasms. Each short deep thrust into her seemed to kick off a new orgasm and an accompanied strong pulsing jet of cum. Like a multi-orgasmic woman, he was out of control as their bodies played off each other. Metacari pulled him back and away and kissed him. To numb to move, he allowed himself to be pulled back to the foot of the bed where she mounted him. She rode him and a collage of thoughts went through his head. Kaarthen, Rinis, and Mara were asleep already and pregnant. Ein was reflecting on what she concluded was the most perfect and happy day in her life. She rubbed her belly affectionately. Metacari was a mindless pit of lust wound up from watching him pour endless gobs and gouts of warm seed into the other women. Her pace was insistent and rewarded when he arched up under her and breached her womb. She froze and clamped the tightest he ever felt as they both rocketed away. When Marcos woke up, the sun was shining. Metacari was on the ground with him next to the bed with her legs spayed open and a mess of cum everywhere. Rinis was gently feeding off his cum left in her exposed hole. He sat up and noticed Ein dressed. Kaarthen and Mara were lying back in bed against the headboard, naked, looking at him over their still bloated stomachs that they rubbed affectionately. “It’ll be a late day today Ein. Tell the princess we wish to rest, then come back to bed.” he implored falling back.

“So,” Marcos said turning back to Queen di Sellis and looking around the women assembled. “Who do you think I should kill to set the balance back?” The Queen beamed and leapt into him hugging his chest his arms. “You’re so understanding. You’re like a breeze of reassurance that this dark time is finally over.” The odd sensation of flesh contact alerted him that his improperly stowed cock had found its way between them. The sweet smelling Queen clung to him tightly as his cock went to instant full mast demanding attention. The Queen hugged him tighter and rocked into him rubbing his cock into her cleavage. “Oh yes thank you. What a man you are.” She murmured into him and he felt her hands snake around for his cock. “Anything, I will do anything...” She whispered. The stress of the day and the evening’s lunacy made him relax in the awkward situation. The useless tease he fucked earlier got him primed quickly and he quickly lost any concern for what happened. Marcos leaned back closing his eyes as the Queen’s body slid down. His cock hit open air suddenly and for a moment, around him the room was completely silent. He felt his cock slide into something warm and wet as gasps went all around the room. He looked down and saw Mara bobbing daintily on whatever meat she could get. Under her, the Queen’s fist pumped, only letting her suck the head and some of his shaft. The Queen had straightened and her dress had fallen to her waist. She looked unaware of her exposure as she fixated on him. Next to him, Kaarthen watched the activities grinning like the worst sort of pervert. “Slow down,” the Queen breathed and squirmed out of her gown. Her svelte pale body was petite and pale. Her breasts were like small teardrops with dark pink nipples, and her waist was slender. She had a flat stomach that belied her brief period of pregnancy, and a small blond bob of thin pubic hair covered her womanhood. She snaked down onto his body and straddled him. She studied his face and ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes glittered as she looked down all over at him. “Will my son have your divine eyes?” She asked quietly dropping down onto his cock. Unlike the scag from earlier, she was as tight as Mara and wet enough that it didn’t matter. When she was almost halfway down his length, she dropped her head next to his but kept pushing. Marcos could hear her breath in his ear as they worked together. The scent of strawberry wine on her breath tickled him. He was too backed up with cum to care that the matrons of Sellis’ upper society watched them fuck. The Queen barely started moving before he came finally. He almost blacked out with an intense orgasm as she rose and dropped into him. She rode him through it and bit his shoulder as she came, and was rewarded with another release of a fresh cum load. His cum filled and leaked out of her. Behind them Mara leaned in and worked diligently sucking and licking off excess. Mara used a technique she learned from aiding Kaarthen and her flickering tongue lashed the Queen’s rosebud making her jump and twitch. Her jerky movements and clenching pussy released more cum for Mara as the Queen came in fits and starts. She rolled over with Marcos and he got on top to drill into her. They kissed as he held her knees open and back. He licked her face and neck cleaning off her sweat like a loving mate trying to keep her conscious. Her legs and arms snaked around him and tightened until he again pumped a load into her. The spurts never seemed to stop and the sensation of hot cum flowing into her shooting up against her cervix was exactly what her body craved to get off a big one once more. Under him, she chewed a hole into a pillow trying to stay quiet as she thrashed and flopped. “Mom?!?” The prince cried from the back of the room. Instantly, the maidens closed in and redirected the prince telling him his mother was napping. The startled matrons straightened skirts and brushed back hair. Marcos was rolled off the Queen onto his back but he found another willing hole for his cock as Mara shoved it all down her throat after crawling onto his chest. Kaarthen lay down next to him and fished out slices of wet mango for him, which helped ease the hangover developing. “I want you to stay with me in the Palace. We have much more to discuss.” The Queen whispered after getting dressed. Quietly the women around them left and went to sit in the larger room. They joined later, and found that nothing had changed. Marcos noted the King leering at him as he moved to sit in the couches with the women. Mara sat in his lap and Kaarthen sat on his left in the couch. In the couch across the Queen entertained the prince. Marcos learned a lot about the boy from watching them. In particular, he noted the Queen still treated him as if he was four. After the prince left, she addressed Marcos and Kaarthen conspiratorially. “Look at the fool. He tried to kill my baby because he knows I want him dead.” The Queen looked at the King laughing in the back of the room with undisguised hatred. Around her, the other women quietly listened and drank tea. She turned and with an appraising look, she ran her eyes over him again. “You may not be able to kill him in a challenge, but he has people around him that must be dealt with.” She continued. “Like Partez Rocert?” Marcos ventured. “Him? Yes. That is his uncle. The fool is lulled by him into believing and signing anything.” She said leaning back. “I fear an entire family is behind the guild however. Which one is unknown since they are all intermarried.” Several women squirmed almost imperceptibly at her tone. “These women help me. Let me introduce Duchess Clarin Perstavy, Noblewoman Fellia Grann, and Noblewoman Gerris Blacksail. You’ll meet the others in time but these three are living in the Palace apartments.” The Duchess was a short, round, darkly tan, black haired, middle-aged woman. She was chubby with several rings on her short fingers and had massive breasts hidden under her voluminous purple robes. The noble woman from the House of Grann was the opposite and seemed nearly identical to the Queen. Her slender frame had less curves and seemed lanky. Her pale face was thick lipped with a small nose and light hazel eyes. Her dress was fashionably low-cut and long sleeved. The color was a flesh-like tan with sparkling gold bodice. She sat aloof and at times seemed nervous or fidgeted like she was troubled. Marcos noticed how she looked over frequently at a man Marcos figured to be her husband. He stood observing the king from the crowd watching the Queen’s crux game. Marcos resolved to drop by and see if he couldn’t dig up information on the noble women since nothing was as it seemed in this place. The last noble woman was somewhere in between the first two in shape. Her face was oval with a prominent chin, mirthful glittering blue shadowed eyes, full lush red lips, and a confident grin set on her face. Her frame was statuesque with generous breasts and ample hips. Her off white dress was as low cut as the Queen’s was, with an added touch of a long slit up the side. “A pleasure ladies.” Marcos nodded. Next to him, Kaarthen said something similar. The Queen continued. “You’ll need to keep an eye out for his assassins. The King is the ditch digger in the guild’s operation. They already have the control they want through him. If I killed him I would be deposed immediately.” Marcos looked to her. “So I need to kill off the guild and the nobles who back it?” The Queen considered it before replying. “I suppose if you can. A hard hit would be enough to allow me to remove my husband in the confusion. I could execute the rest and force them to submit and reform.” The Queen giggled melodically. “Tomorrow let’s go find that guild meeting hall. Could you get me in to take a look?” Marcos asked. “Perhaps, I apparently don’t hold any sway on entering the building. I’ve hoped it’ll burn down during an important meeting for a while now.” “Hmm perhaps it will.” Marcos mused. The party closed out after the King ordered everyone out. He obviously expected Marcos to leave and stop talking to his unhappy scheming wife. Instead of leaving, Marcos stayed and was shown a room in the Royals’ wing. The prince was ignored and left with the two guards Marcos detailed to him. For the first time, the entire group had one suite of apartments to share. “We might finish our mission here tomorrow if we are lucky. I’ll need you to stay here while I check on our noble friends.” Marcos said walking to a window and looking out. He moved along looking down at the window sill then stopped. “What are you doing?” Kaarthen asked finally. “Just this,” Marcos said turning and popped the windowpane out with an elbow. After a few moments, it crashed on the ground far below. He dropped his outer robe and swords and climbed out onto the ledge outside. The moon was full and nearly illuminated everything. On the ledge, he snaked around and raised himself to the next floor where he heard the Duchess and other nobility had apartments. He crept around to where he could see into two apartments across from each other. The dark rooms lit up and in one room, a drunken noblewoman Marcos recognized as the steamy Gerris Blacksail came in with the Duchess Perstavy. The two were obviously drunk and didn’t talk much before the Duchess laid across a couch and passed out. The noble woman disappeared into a dark doorway before returning to the room naked. Marcos was surprised that under what she wore to the party her body was intricately painted. The designs referenced the ocean with waves and mythical sea creatures. It covered from her elbows to knees leaving her inner arms and outer thighs bare. Her neckline to the tops of her breasts was also unmarked. Marcos was surprised this noble woman bore a nearly full pirate tattoo. It made it less surprising how she caressed and undressed the sleeping Duchess. She was clever to pull and tug what she could as the Duchess drunkenly rolled around. The Duchess helped her by rolling to her back once it was uncovered and got cold. In moments, the helpless Duchess was naked. The Duchess’ whole body was deeply tanned and her breasts were massive. They were as large as or larger than Kaarthen’s with dark brown erect nipples. On the compact frame of the Duchess, he had been tricked by her breasts into thinking her fat. The woman was only slightly chubby with a paunch and padded features. Her soft appeal and huge sagging dark tipped breasts got him quite horny for some time with her himself. He watched as the noble woman bent over her possessively to lick and suck on her body not missing a spot from head to toe. Across from her apartment, a light came on as Noblewoman Grann came in. Instantly, as the door closed two young men dressed in sleepwear came up to meet her and her husband. By appearances, these seemed to be her unmarried sons. They were twenty years old approximately and appeared mature. The men seemed to talk happily while ignoring her before they each in turn hugged her and pulled her between them. The blond man who looked very similar to her husband grabbed her front while his almost identical brother undressed her from behind. She struggled mutely with them but wasn’t quick enough to get away. Marcos could see this must have happened frequently. She neither yelled, or struck them as she weakly fought back. The blond in front repeatedly tried to kiss her as he massaged her breasts. T brown haired one behind got on his knees and buried his face in her slender ass. Across from them, the Noblewoman ate the hairless charms of the sleeping Duchess. The Duchess was back to being face down and the noble woman gently worked her with just a tongue. After a while, she stood up and leaned over her lover as she fingered her while watching for movement. The noblewoman of the Grann house was on her knees servicing the men with her mouth. Her husband stood before her with his cock out taking turns with her sons. She worked the others with her hands and reluctantly took them in her mouth. The two boy’s had long thick seven inch cocks. Her husband was more average and pulled her tight several times using her throat. He came and got on tiptoes before he backed away and left the room. The Duchess was being fucked now, her hole was lubed and opened up. Her lover had an obsidian phallus strapped with leather between her legs. Obsidian only comes from Dar Delis the volcanic capital of the Sisterhood. Dar Delis was also a place with no free men and the homeport of female pirates or ‘Water Mistresses’. If he wasn’t sure she was a pirate before, he was definitely sure now. It seemed a waste that the Duchess wasn’t awake to know what was happening to her. The brothers were fucking their mother now too. One had her from behind, while the other kept her mouth on his cock. She was putting up more than a token defense. She tried pushing back on them with her hands. Marcos had never seen that work for anyone before. She also tried to stand which was nearly impossible. She turned her head and bucked her hips. Both men kept her firmly latched and kept thrusting into her despite her movement. Finally, the one on her mouth got down and pushed her back onto his brother who laid back. She again tried to stand but they held her down while she got a cock up her ass and another in her pussy. Together they fucked her until they each came. Slowly and reverently they pulled her up. Dripping loads of their spending came out and down her body in gobs, and the men each took an arm and led her out. The noble woman was asleep now naked on the floor. The lights were still on but Marcos passed her up and got to the royal apartments further down. What he saw shocked him. The king was fucking the same black haired woman at the party on the bed. He thrust her from behind and Marcos watched smugly as he fucked her savagely in the ass. Naked, the King seemed chubbier than what Marcos would have guessed. Under the dark haired woman, the Queen was held down in her torn dress. Her hair, make up, and dress were ruined and wet with piss or drink. A pale red head helped hold her down on the bed under the pair. The king bellowed and pulled out tossing the woman before him aside and jerked his load on the face of the squirming Queen. He produced a hefty squirt from his long but narrow penis. It looked like needlelike ‘sperm injector’. Finished the king pushed her from the bed onto the floor. Her maidens swept in grabbing her arms and guided her out of sight as she cried openly in shame. Marcos thought on what he’d seen as he crept back. The sleeping form of the painted noble woman passed out on the floor tempted him but he passed it and went to his own apartment. @@@@@@@@@@@@ Marcos got into his room and found Ein watching the window. “What was out there?” “If you’re a good girl I’ll take you next time.” Marcos said making her blush. He found the pile of clothing and weapons he left before leaving and took it to the bedroom. Mara and Kaarthen slept naked with Rinis in the middle. After stripping, he crawled up the foot of the bed. Rinis opened her eyes and he saw the reflection of her pupils in the moon light as he came up over her. She raised her arms and spread her legs wide in an obvious invitation. Her pussy glistened as he saw her in the light and he slid between her legs as she reached up to embrace him with both hands. The heat of her body surprised him as he mounted her. Her pussy was very wet as he rubbed her with his cock. The soft folds parted and admitted him as it pulsed and clutched tightly. Under him, Rinis squeezed him to stop before letting him continue after a few breaths. He reached her end half way inside her. She lay under him with her legs splayed and knees as far back as possible as they breathed into each other’s ear. She held him still in a tight hug while she further got accustomed to his girth. After a few minutes, she relaxed despite starting to hiccup under him quietly. Marcos gently moved within her by shifting his hips. After what felt like a long time, she started to move with him. She had an orgasm as she made pleading moans. After her climax, her legs wrapped around him and she fucked up onto him as he held still on hands and knees. With very little work for him, she sweated out another climax that got him off too. As he came, he dropped onto her before he caught himself. She screamed in surprise cumming again from the shock as he emptied into her. “I’m sorry about that Rinis, you’re so small and I was just caught up.” He said quietly after catching his breath. “Thank you master, you have been so gentle. This girl enjoyed that too.” She quickly pecked him, lay back, and quickly went to sleep as he rolled over and used Kaarthen’s bosom as a pillow. She embraced him as he lay with her. “That was beautiful what you did for her.” “Hmm?” Marcos asked. “She has bad memories of sex, they all do. You gave her time, which was as important as how you just took her. You did a beautiful wonderful thing and I can feel it healing her already.” “Oh?” Marcos asked half asleep. “She expected you to ravish her a hundred times by now. That was to her what ‘masters’ did. She expected you to kill her by now too, but she’s better now.” “She doesn’t think we abuse her then like a little puppet?” Marcos asked. She hugged him tighter before answering. “No, she chooses to act like that because she knows we can’t blame or hurt her that way.” “Hmm.” Marcos said half asleep. In the morning, the group met for breakfast. Marcos noticed how Rinis followed him again. He wasn’t sure it was because the prince’s departure left her free or if it was the night before. Like Mara, she stayed close but she didn’t eye him and watch like a hawk for a chance at his cock. After breakfast, Marcos and Kaarthen met with the Queen in an open sunlit balcony. She wore a less elaborate light linen dress. The terror and humiliation of the night before was behind her happy mask. Marcos, armed with insight, was better able to see when it slipped. After tea was served, the Queen spoke from the rail of the balcony looking out over her city. “The Guild meets in a brand new building that used to be a warehouse.” She paused and looked out over the city. “The building with the wide copper roof is the meeting place. They use another building nearby for administrative and storage work. Rumors of a prison and gold stored in there are spread around too.” She paused and cleared her throat. “I toured it once, and the place is cleverly designed to project the speaker’s voice. It’s vented to stay cool during our hot dry summer. Some other things are in the building too but I don’t remember since it’s been so long. I don’t know its final layout since the building was unfurnished when we toured.” She noted. “What of their schedule?” Marcos asked gently as the Queen walked back to sit in a padded wicker basket chair. She sat back in the padded bowl pulling her feet in under herself. “Again, I don’t know. The guild keep’s that all secret for trading purposes.” “Hmm. I’ll need a tour though.” “Yes and we have one, but we can only be shown around the outside. We are able to go into the admin building but only certain floors.” She said drinking tea and lying back into her peaceful alcove. “That should be enough.” He said. For the rest of the early morning they spoke of the budding city’s affairs and she asked him of Menthino. Marcos was surprised at her candidness about things. He felt he was talking to a more subdued Queen Mensillin on a balcony in Sellis. They heard the King and his staff awake. His whores and servants sped around to get him cleaned and ready for a day at Senate. That Queen disappeared to make herself presentable. Kaarthen and her girls returned to the ambassador’s residence to claim luggage to be moved. The Queen came down wearing a riding outfit of a thick linen dress with a leather cover and they left in a covered carriage to tour the grounds. The boxy Guildhouse sat where the Queen described, on the edge of the warehouse district. It was similar in its rectangular shape to the warehouses around it. The streets around the buildings were relatively wide for the crowded city. The walls of the front were frescoed with strong men working in fields, harvesting, planting, cutting trees, working stone, and sailing ships. The circular speaking chamber stuck out of the roof and had a coned roof of shiny copper that matched the building. Along the sides of the huge cylindrical tower were stained glass windows similar to the frescos on the buildings front. The whole building was a richly dressed tribute to industry. Across from the Guildhouse, a building of stone blackened with age stood across the wide road and the city’s open sidewalk. The space between the two buildings was wide and triangular as the wide warehouse district streets paralleled and merged with the warren of the city. The guild Headquarters had the obvious look of a trading house. It was five stories with a clean storefront fa?e. The upper levels were naked, aged, and blackened stone with simple windows. Carts were out front, pulleys were ready, and a neat entrance way with several displayed wares stood in front of the building like a simple general store. It was completely unassuming as the Guild’s administrative headquarters. “That will be enough.” Marcos said. “Are you sure? You only just looked.” The Queen said puzzled. Marcos saw her fear that he was giving up despite her practiced clipped tone. “Yes I’m done here, and I think you were right, a fire would be best.” Marcos said. Along the sides of the walls on either side trenches were dug in intervals. The wall extended down into the trenches forcing the airflow under and into the building. If a ceiling window was opened, it made a clever air conditioning system for hot days. The airflow helped ventilate the goods kept inside, or in this case the people and the fire. “I have men I trust. Could a servant take a note to the harbor? And I’ll need thick oil by the cart and a bale or two of hay.” “I’m sure we can get it.” The Queen said nervously. Marcos pictured one of her maidens making the purchase, while the others loaded it, and she drove the cart in her dress. “Good. The materials may or may not be needed tonight.” The Queen visibly relaxed. “I’ll pay for it if you have to buy the materials from the guild. History loves irony and so do I.” Marcos smiled. “But how will you kill them all?” The Queen asked wonderingly. “To get them together I’ll need to tell them something about Menthino, or offer to make a complicated purchase on their behalf. They won’t trust me to say I want to join. They won’t want to be here for me to just insult them in person. Likely, I’ll have them debate the merits of our imminent boycott and embargo. That’s why I won’t know how soon they’ll see me.” Marcos said looking over both buildings. He figured a tunnel below their feet connected the two. “What plans will you have for the long term after you’re done?” She asked hesitantly. Marcos didn’t figure she would be so adrift on this. Even commoners have plans of what they’d do with the crown, and right now she was confused about what to do with getting it back. “Highness, what plans will you have when I’m done? Menthino has no ill will, or real interest for a place so far away. Pray on it, I beckon you. I won’t let you resurrected the guild in your name. Nevertheless, If you balance things we’ll help. You’d make a good ally in this region. Your neighbor, Dar Delis, is always happy to see a Queen on the throne. They will be quick to send sisters to advise you, or to your court to petition. They are watching what happens here closely.” “I wanted to know if...” She paused looking around. Marcos noticed suddenly she was without her maidens with him. “I want you to know you will always be a friend of the crown.” Marcos looked around, he felt like they were watched. “I never do well with emotions this complex. Queen Di Sellis, thank you. I travel much, and I will pass through again so keep a room ready, I’m rarely announced.” He watched her closely especially her eyes as she listened to his words. He was still really bad with emotions of this nature and it could go fifty-fifty at times like these. His tower women didn’t need excessive emotional encouragement anymore. It was too draining and even Kaarthen would burn him out if she needed it. He guessed the Queen needed a hug, and was glad she thought so too. “Well let’s go stir the hive shall we?” He said making her laugh. As they turned, he noticed four men positioned around them. They wore very dark green cloaks, and had matching boots and the hint of a bronze chest plate hidden under their cloaks. They looked like real forest rangers. Since Sellis didn’t have either forests, or an expert infantrymen-training regime for forestry, he had to guess at outside talent. Their flaw was they wore a uniform of sorts and as the street trickled with late morning business they were easy to track. The men had covered the exits in one-man teams. A man at the street’s exit little more than a hundred yards away, one halfway to the carriage in the middle of the street at seventy five, one behind the deserted carriage about twenty five yards, and one about halfway to them at ten. It was a clever tactic that distracted targets from those that one couldn’t see. It meant the open windows facing them from the guild headquarters couldn’t be ignored. He was surprised by the guild’s speedy reaction in getting men to them, but then of course they had their schedule. Marcos half-turned to the Queen. “Did you ask someone permission to tour here?” Marcos mused. “I had to ask a representative at the palace, it was very humiliating.” The Queen answered. She was as oblivious as everyone else to the change from a midmorning business day in the commercial district to a prepared battlefield. He tried to act calm but it would be hard with what he had to do. Marcos quickly checked their rear and saw the alley behind them was clear. He wouldn’t run, even though the ones in the windows would be a pain to get at. “Oh? Let’s sit down for a moment.” He guided her back by the arm. As soon as she took a step, he kicked her ankle, since the pain had to look real. “OW! oh my, that hurt.” “Oh did it? I’m so clumsy, sorry Highness.” Marcos hid his face in shame. As he bent down helping her, he raised his robes hem. “Here, I got you good, let’s sit down here.” Together they hobbled next to the Guildhouse and used a crate for her to sit on. “Why don’t you put this on Highness.” With practiced ease, he disrobed and flipped the weighty garment over her. She slumped under the sudden weight of the armored cloth, her head poked out of the hood looking questioningly at him. “Stay. Behind. The crate. Taris.” He ordered and stood. She looked at him surprised when he used her name. He smiled, pulled his specialty sword from behind her, and turned to face his anxious playmates. He hoped she got the message as he turned back. He only had one sword to use but he could get more if they shared. The appearances of armed masked men clear streets in commercial districts. Authorities are usually interested in those types of phenomenons too. Marcos, who has fears of enclosed spaces lacking access to pussy, is allergic to getting arrested. He walked to the carriage. The driver and two guards were gone without a trace. If the men were here to scare him no harm no foul, he wasn’t blood crazy. If they let him pass, they would be allowed to live. At less then two yards from the carriage the new friend asked him if he wanted to play. “You got a price on your head easterner.” The first playmate said. With his cloak closed, Marcos couldn’t see what toys he brought. However, that was answered when the man drew a single faced axe backed by a spike on a studded two-foot shaft. Marcos bit back a laugh seeing the tool. “I’m sorry that was rude.” He muttered. He hoped this man was the junior member of the bunch. The man saw his stifled giggle and raised his weapon. “You’ll die!” he bellowed. The odd sparkle at the guild headquarters’ window caught his eye and Marcos caught in front of him the bolt the mercenary launched. It was off center but at almost fifty yards, it was nearing its limited range. It would have made him meat for the axe man if it got his shoulder. “Not bad.” He quipped, dropping the long tipped armor-piercing bolt. Even the armor he had on the Queen wouldn’t dissipate the energy very well from that. It would even go through his robe’s chainmail and cotton while tangling in the silk causing lethal damage. The man before him couldn’t believe his eyes and stood froze as Marcos stepped forward with one foot and drew an exact line with his sword across him just above the kneecaps before stepping back and standing. The cut severed tendon and cut deep into the bone making standing a nightmare. The strike drew first blood and lit the open street with a hoarse scream of painful distress. “You’ll live” he said passing the man and continued for the carriage. He had to step around it for the next two men who tried to stand behind it to draw him into view from upstairs. If this lasted too long the crossbowman would be rearmed. Marcos considered styles and ways to engage them strategically. Pushing them twenty yards back to be under the windows would make it easier but the Queen would be open. If they were organized, and this bunch appeared good quality, they could snatch her as a hostage or even kill her. “So you want my head is all?” Marcos knew after a particularly messy accident involving three idiots with explosives, that decapitation wouldn’t kill him either. “You gotta go, easterner, and the lady’s gotta renounce her crown.” The one on the right said drawing a sword. In one sentence, the man just decided where he and his friend would die. Marcos knew now that they had to kill him before moving on to the woman. Anything else could jeopardize both actions. That’s what was trained by his men in small unit tactics. They didn’t have the manpower to do more then fight him now. The man on his left stepped up drawing a forged sword. The cheap metal was dull and was molded then hammered for shape. It was a cheap weapon desperate, cash-strapped armies used, not something for a mercenary to bet his life on. Marcos was getting disappointed in his playmates choice of cheap and unwieldy toys. They must have just gotten into town, or got a lot of money recently. The pair attacked in tandem from the front trying to make passes on either side and keep clear of him. The one on the right led swinging low as he passed and high from behind as his partner came in. Marcos stepped in to the left, and brought his sword across catching the second man’s pass. His low counter strike bounced the man’s blade away and back out of his hands. Marcos flowed forward bringing the inside foot behind him and turned behind him continuing the movement by dropping the sword through his neck and out the armpit. The first man jumped in and their swords crossed briefly, before Marcos slashed at his face with his gauntlet. The man barely dodged to avoid losing an eye and having his throat torn out. Pressed, the man backed up to the carriage and squared for a defensive fight hoping the crossbowman helped out. Marcos used the moment to lead with his left side holding the sword blade up along his gauntlet’s outstretched thumb. The parry the man tried was caught by his gauntlet and the sword thrust caught him in the neck pinning him to the carriage. Marcos tugged and wiggled the blade clear and snapped his wrist bleeding the man properly. He circled the carriage to catch sight of the Queen peaking out from behind the crate. The other man by the street approached him. Both his hands rested on pommels and numerous daggers were visible along his belt. He also wore thin leather armor on his chest that also held smaller throwing knives. Marcos let him approach. They both knew his slow approach would let the crossbowman get a shot off. Marcos wanted to use the knives this man had to kill the crossbowman so he backed slowly around to the far side of the carriage making the man adjust to keep him in clear view. He stopped at the far end covered by the front of the carriage from the man in the window. For a moment the mutters and moans of his first attacker was the only noise. Marcos was blocked by the man on top. By himself the dagger thrower knew he was dead if he got closer or was shielded by the carriage also. “Did they pay you very much to hunt me?” Marcos taunted. “Enough, easterner, enough. You fight well. My brothers are glad it was you who sent them off instead of a coward’s nameless arrow.” Marcos grinned. “If your brothers fight tonight they will meet the metal monsters of Menthino.” The mercenary paused. “I have no more brothers after me. The merchant’s coward is up there trying to fight you.” He pulled two long daggers into his hands and touched the tips getting ready. Marcos prepared himself also. “You don’t have to do this.” “I’m not.” He said smirking and raised both hands high over his head. “By the way, what is your name?” “Marcos Panthi, the Immortal of Menthino, and Champion to the Dark Mother herself.” He said with a smirk of his own. The man charged making tight flicks with the daggers pushing Marcos back along the horses. After clearing the carriage, the clever merc hacked the harness chain burying a dagger in the carriage arm then jumped astride a horse hacking it completely free and rode off. He looked silly dressed for battle riding a harnessed horse with a royal seal and gay feathered blinders on its bridle, but he made it. Marcos had to smile at the man. He wasn’t ready to die yet and knew it. With a smile he tugged out the dagger left behind and slunk over to the guild house. Inside he stopped, wholesale goods of dry coffee, tea, flour, trinkets from everywhere, and fireworks were stacked all over. Marcos looked around the empty store. From his gauntlet he pulled a flint and a stone. He tumbled a load of fireworks onto the ground and ripped several sacs of flour over it. Under the counter he spied some black Duavian cigars. He walked around to them and ripped open a box and stashed another. He lit the fuse of a particularly large charge finally after having his fun in the store and gathered his weapons and spoils. Outside, the late morning sun was cooking up to a hot day. Inside the guild headquarters, at least one man was about to find out hot the day was going to be. After the building started smoking up good, Marcos crossed over and checked the wide-eyed Queen. She had been waiting for him looking like a waif in the overbearing armor. Earth shaking booms and loud screaming whistles started up from the Guilds headquarters as the fire spread into the warehouse area. “Come on highness, I couldn’t help myself.” He said offering a hand. “You easterners sure do know how to fight.” She said getting up and smoothed her skirts. A muffled thump tossed burning debris from the torched building. Marcos handed her a cigar and used his gauntlet to pick up a piece of the burning building. They lit their cigars watching the building burn. “To victory.” He toasted chuckling. The Queen held the cigar daintily and looked at it oddly. “Where too now?” The Queen asked as they watched the fire. Marcos turned to her. “Do you want to ally with Menthino?” She paused narrowing her eyes at him. For this situation she received a lifetime of royal tutelage so she could say ‘yes’ on equal understanding terms, or say ‘no’ knowing why. She nodded slowly. “Sure.” Marcos continued. “Do you give rights for your allies to act on your behalf in this time of crisis?” She gave him a suspicious look. “Yes, temporarily.” “Who or what is leading this revolt or crisis element?” Marcos said opening his hands. “The guild and the unlawful king.” She declared. Marcos nodded soberly. “I understand. I under, temporary orders will aid the city of Sellis. Our actions will be directed towards the king and his assets, and the guild and their assets. I will go to the Senate and declare my intentions. But we’ll need to grab my men first.” He said un-harnessing the remaining horse. @@@@@@@@@@@@ Kaarthen’s routine day took turn for the worst the moment they returned back to the palace. The courtyard in front had a detail of soldiers waiting for them. Kaarthen and her angels stood transfixed as a man livery walked up. Behind them, the servants carrying their luggage turned and went directly to the stables. He curtly stopped them and declared. “Excuse me but you ladies must come this way. The Crown is interested in your activities.” He led them to the palace and Kaarthen’s three servants were taken to the prison. Out of propriety, the little servants of the priestess weren’t searched, they were merely let in with a group of seven dirty men. Kaarthen was brought to the same lounge the party was held in. She was restrained to a metal chair and left alone. In her mind, she idly wondered about the difference a day made on the appearance of the room. Lourndai was in the luggage far away. She chastised herself for leaving it not only at the party, but on the day after too. She and the Goddess could see it through the walls and floors of the palace. The Goddess in its corner of her mind mused about creating another weapon of death. Kaarthen had numerous times thought how she wanted weapon that could shrink smaller then the wooden handled Lourndai. The weapon she made would have to be as lethal, and if possible, complementary to Lourndai itself. The Goddess trolled through her thoughts and popped up with Marcos’ gauntlet. Kaarthen had numerous times wished the cold metal were gone when she was with him, nearly as many times its harsh savage touch had brought her ecstasy during their love making. If the gauntlet became a mundane bracelet or a ring when dissembled, she couldn’t have that problem. The goddess’ own decisions mingled with hers and together an elegant shoulder length gauntlet materialized on her left arm. Mists of sand appeared pulling the essences from her chair and surrounding exotic metals into the armor. The gauntlet was formed beautifully, the first time she saw it she knew it was perfect. The silvery metal cupped her shoulder. Instead of loosely covering the bicep, an etched gold tinted diamond shaped sheet shielded the outside of the muscle. The curved plate’s points wrapped into each other on the inside of her arm and connected the shoulder and elbow joints. Under the gold sheet, overlapping curved plates bound her arm in another layer of protection. Along the forearm, the overlapping plates continued and a spine ran along the outside of her arm to create an intimidating spine for a bash effect. Spikes studded her knuckles and claws accented her fingertips. At the wrist, elbow, and the side of her hand several spikes came out along the tops or sides to assist her if she needed to brush back an attack. The gauntlet’s actuation was inscribed and constructed on a wide bracelet for her left hand. Another ring on the middle finger gave the gauntlet a fixed sword extending from the wrist. Kaarthen pushed into it a fire effect but the goddess didn’t want to cauterize people’s wounds. Instead, a freeze effect of white flame would burn with extreme cold and double as a torch. The ring actuating the sword was attached by a thin silvery chain to the bracelet. She liked the effect. The gauntlet felt comfortably heavy. Similar magic to what she saw in Lourndai kept her weapons clean and sharp. The articulated joints were extremely maneuverable. She waited patiently and thought of the jewelry her angels would wear. She decided on some weapons they would have in common. A ring on her index finger actuated a free wielded, razor sharp, dagger of black poisoned obsidian. The weapon was made intentionally to shatter like dust in its victims and it would reform limitlessly in her hand so long as there was dirt nearby. Its shape was crude and unfinished despite it’s extremely shape edges. The girls all agreed the weapon was the best for their fighting style. Finally, on her right index finger she made a ring to call Lourndai. She found it wouldn’t form properly until the two made contact. It stayed as a black smudge on her finger like a tattoo, or a buildings frame waiting to be raised. The girls got rings that called their specialty swords and imbued them to become permanently sharper and stronger like Lourndai. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ The little angels in prison were not getting the reception Mara had hoped for. The men seemed oddly wary of them. Rinis sat staring blankly ahead, Ein talked to a wall designing fantasy armor, and Mara paced with her robe and pants off trying to jiggle up the next meal. When they first came in a big brute came up and grabbed Mara. She smiled at him sweetly as he stripped her and tossed her roughly onto her back. His cock nudged her insides and she squeezed him in. From the man’s perspective, everything went white after that in a pure orgasm unrestricted for eternity. The rest of them heard the abrupt snapping and popping of his back and shattered hips. To make matters more confusing he fell gasping as if he was just tired in a very lifelike death rattle. The other prisoners quickly realized big Jorn did more then blow himself early over some ‘grade A fine pooz’. The men watched the girls warily after that sitting huddled together whispering to each other in a far corner. The girls had little black smudges on their hands when booms and explosions started. The guards rushed out and shouted down in confusion. Mara dressed quietly, disappointed and a little miffed. Rinis got up also and walked to the door. Ein pulled out a needle like dart triumphantly as Mara rolled her eyes. She tumbled the lock and opened the door after the panicked guards left. The three each drew their preferred blades of engagement, and advanced along the block heading to Kaarthen, collecting souls along the way. Rinis moved in front with armored arms and legs, her specialty sword was drawn before her. Mara stood touching her hips with two daggers double fisted, her head stayed in motion swiveling around for a target to charge. Ein was completely armored and walked alone to their left keeping their blind side clear. Upstairs, Kaarthen was out of the suddenly uncomfortably rickety chair, and pacing and trying to decide what to do. She wanted to see what she could learn if someone came in and questioned her since Marcos could use the information. However, the Goddess was aware Marcos had just killed two people and three more were about to die by fire from his hand. Kaarthen and the Goddess wanted to immediately prosecute targets for her waist chain. Kaarthen also wanted to test out her new toys. The materialization of her fanciful imagination had devastated the once elegant room around her. The armor and weapons had consumed most of the chair, turned her throwing knives into darts, turned the chandelier into a tangled glittery ball, made puddles of china and sterling vases like half-melted ice, and eaten away some pieces of furniture. As she paced mulling over whether to play the prisoner or start tossing bodies a voice cut through. A blond leading the king’s sullen brunette and redhead came in. “Thank goodness nothing happened to you Sister. I only just now heard a Head Sister came into the city.” The blond kneeled and behind her, the confused women bowed their heads after a moment. “I’m here to get you out. I’m from Dar Delis.” She said as if it meant Kaarthen was home free. The goddess told her the name of this randomly helpful soul. Kaarthen cleared her throat. “Sister Dellin, I am on a mission still. The Queen will be installed and this is only the first stage.” Double doors flew open behind her and without looking Kaarthen reached back and tossed a dart into the servant’s neck as he tried to close the doors behind him. He fell paralyzed and suffocated slowly on his own blood. Kaarthen continued. “In several moments, my traveling sisters will be here. If you are prepared to leave, we will take you to the stables where you can get to the harbor quickly.” The sister continued. “Yes Head Sister, but this city is about to blow, someone just hit the…” “Guild headquarters, yes we know.” Kaarthen said testily. Outside the girls were cutting through Palace like they were running down hill with the wind at their backs. “It was ahead of schedule, but they acted first. The girls are here you may want to move.” Behind them, the hall sounded like a room quietly eating dinner. The sound of metallic clangs weren’t like loud sword fighting but rather like subdued quick scrapes of metal on a plate or brushing stone. Frequently, the clatter of dropped weapons on the stone floor of the hallway was heard. That particular noise was troubling for them to understand since they knew most of the wide hallway outside was carpeted. The odd noises grew slightly louder as they listened, but they were definitely getting closer. The doors behind them burst open suddenly with the weight of a mostly intact body. Three tiny messengers of death came up and stepped over the carcass into the room. The view of the hall through the doors behind them was vastly different scene then what the four saw coming up. Blood and broken bodies littered the landing in front of the door. Except for Mara, everything on or around them was coated in obscene layers of splashed blood. Only Mara’s arms up to her elbows were dripping blood. She had been maneuvering and stabbing her targets gleefully. The two groups of women looked critically at each other. “Well lead the way,” Sister Dellin said finally. Half the path they took to the stables was over the carnage in the wide hall. The direction the girls came from wasn’t very clear because partial remains and broken bodies lined the walls and spread along the floor all the way up and down the hallway. Short tables, pictures, mirrors, and curtained windows dripped with fresh crimson lacquer. Rinis and Ein strode in front of the group confidently while Kaarthen strode up the rear. Mara disappeared from sight up ahead. The women were surprised to turn corners or pass rooms and see her put the final touches on a guard or servant. It seemed she wanted to add shock value by popping out over an unsuspecting guard and mercilessly stab and slice him to the ground as they came into view turning corners or passing doorways. As they came down the wide stairs at the entrance, Mara rejoined them and bounced along goose stepping next to Kaarthen. The party exited the open entranceway to find the rest of the Palace in communications break down and in complete uninformed disarray. Many people were not aware of the carnage inside as they watched in wonder the nearby burning guild headquarters. Kaarthen had them quickly sheathe their weapons and move quickly around the crowd. The Duchess was the ranking person and stood in a shiny chest plate over a purple leather-riding outfit with a jeweled sword on her belt. Despite what she thought of the situation, a show must be made about not giving up her place in line. As the head of house for a royal family, anyone attacking the king had to get through her. She looked out over the city with five armored guards in matching purple, white, black, and gold uniforms. The color scheme was different but Kaarthen was surprised that out here someone wore Menthino’s colors unwittingly. Her party got odd looks as they trooped past from those not facing outwards looking at the ominous pillar of smoke. Kaarthen’s angels were the only ones dripping blood. Everyone else around them was dressed for crisis but didn’t know what was happening. None of them knew the Dark Mother’s three hands had just seized what they could inside. “Is someone attacking the palace?” The Duchess asked turning to look at them at the behest of a growing crowd shifting their attention to them. “Yes, we ran into craven assassins in there.” Kaarthen lied. “Form up a supported armored company before entering, but move quickly to catch the murderers.” She added confusing them with two mutually exclusive orders. She hustled the group along and had the girls prepare their distance weapons. Incase they randomly stumbled upon their secret. She didn’t have to worry, instant confusion and chaos broke out behind them as the crowd reconnected themselves to the world and learned of the situation inside. Orders were shouted and rescinded. People ran in to check and out to alert. They scurried through the chaos around the back of Palace’s north wing to the stables. The wide long stables sat along the back of the palace wing. In it, Kaarthen had a saddle boy stop gawking at them and saddle their horses. She found Lourndai missing among the baggage. This confused her since she had just seen it here. She turned. “Where’s the…” She was stopped by the Goddess and looked down. Below them, clear as day to her, the treasure of the city had been collected. She turned to the women and stable boy. “You can all go. Please have pleasant trip.” She said flatly. “What? I…” A knife thrown to the stable boy’s throat caught him by surprise. A slash under his arm and between his ribs and he died choking on his own blood despite being able to breath out of his armpit. The women mounted and rode out looking at her oddly. They didn’t hide feelings of uncertainty and dubiousness at her actions. Behind them, Kaarthen was already working sweeping out old hay from a unique, wide, and empty stall bearing the royal seal. Under an old layer of hay, a door was found. Kaarthen pulled it open and found herself in the royal secret tunnel. She dropped down and found herself in an underground tunnel. It seemed an orgy room, everywhere women’s under things and accessories were scattered by frantic lovemaking. The king or someone, had been bringing women to the secret location. They must have showed off the royal horde to get a rise before shagging their dazzled dame. A heavy wood door at one end of the short tunnel led to the palace, another similar door led to the treasure room she had been standing over. She called for Ein to come down and had Rinis and Mara close, lock, and guard the stable. Kaarthen knew time was short once the stable closed. People would try to force themselves in eventually since horses are a big part of what the city does. The royal stable had two hundred stalls and held valuable product perhaps worth what was to be found below. Kaarthen would set fire to it all and reenter the palace if necessary. The treasure room door oddly wasn’t locked which made her curious about what the room was the tunnel’ other end went to. The room had a low ceiling with many old black thick timber beams. The area was roughly the size of the stable above. Yellow light from the stable above illuminated the place. Up top, the stalls were well lit while the stable’s interior was less luminous. Down here was obvious why, snorting horses and displaced strands of straw fell from above as the horses hid the secret of this place. Kaarthen hoped her sword hadn’t been pissed on. Inside the treasure room were trinkets of unimportance covered in dust, possibly from when the city was an island a few thousand years ago. Kaarthen walked further and found that a majority of it all was recently placed. The king had seized one fifth of all assets of the guild and placed it all here it seemed. Among the things, she saw one thing that made the goddess focus her as she paused. A pile of statues and effigies to the Dark Mother were dropped and broken in a large pile. Shine and glitter drew her eyes into it. An old gift from neighboring Dar Delis to Sellis was here. It was an old realistic miniature statue of the death aspect with mithril chain mail. She touched the metal looking at the signature of it written by the gods and before her eyes, it pulsed and extended becoming many times its size. It grew from being a pretty bracelet to something she could wear. In an instant, the change happened with a whirl wind of changes to key parts of the pieces signature. She actuated it into a necklace and picked it up to look at. Its weight was feathery and pleasant. As a necklace, it still shined with the brilliant radiance of mithril. As she sat wondering over the divine gift, Ein snooped and found Lourndai. Once in Kaarthen’s hand her spell of bonding merged magic and her ring actuated on her right hand. Now with little thought she could actuate Lourndai from thin air by calling it from wherever it was just like the girls with their swords. Kaarthen moved out of the room feeling suddenly closer to the goddess. With the mithril, she felt much better then with the gauntlet or Lourndai could do for her despite knowing it was mundane compared to the two. Kaarthen couldn’t tell if the other things in the room were really of value. She was annoyed no chests of gold and jewels were found. She had the girls open the stable doors and come down. Together they opened the door into the palace but found a simple storage room on the other side. Kaarthen led them back up to the stable. She had Mara open the stable doors and hide the stable boy’s body. Ein and Rinis dumped their bloody clothes in a water trough. Kaarthen never realized importance of quick clean material but when they pulled them back out, they were passable. The edges of the splatters had dried creating subtle patterns, but the rest washed out. The women wore them wet and packed up to move out. Kaarthen had a faint idea where they would strike next. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Marcos and the Queen reached the harbor within less than an hour by following the canal. He was able to find the captain of the detachment and ready his men quickly. The plan he needed was for the men to find carts hide their armor and sneak into the city in small groups. He turned around and was back off to the capital to make a formal declaration without even getting off the horse. The city gate was as crowded as usual getting into the city. He noted the bored and inattentive guards and breathed relief. His invasion depended on these unprofessional guardians of the city. He moved with the flow of the crowd as he got higher on the hill the energy of the city could be felt. The headquarters of most of the cities workers was burning. The Palace was unresponsive it seemed. He continued up and as he got to the Senate he found the towering head and shoulders of Kaarthen moving through the crowds. “Why hello sisters.” Marcos called out once getting next to them. “Marcos, they tried to arrest us.” Kaarthen said and looked at the Queen before continuing. “We did some sad things and escaped. We may not be allowed back in there.” “So where are you going now?” Marcos asked. “To the ambassador’s residence to wait for you.” Kaarthen said pointing. “Well woman, you’re going the wrong way.” He said and looked up. “Follow us to the senate up a head.” He looked back at the Queen. “Get us a covered carriage back to the Palace after this” The senate house was full with the day’s excitement. They expected a Queen’s abdication and exile or execution today. The King was surprised at Marco’s arrival. When the Queen moved in unannounced and sat, he looked truly confused and waved over several aides. The Queen stopped the proceedings and called Marcos before the court. “Lord Panthi, for the short time Menthino has been an ally your country has done much good.” A murmur arose around them. “Your assistance has been balancing a time of uncertainty here. We have heard of a recent decision regarding our relationship and trade in Mavvus I hope this court can hear it.” Marcos spoke his piece of political theater clearly for the politicians in back. “Highnesses, Members in equal standing of the court, Menthino has decided it will cease trade relations with Sellis during this time of emergency.” A furor arose behind him at the words. He waited until things quieted. “Unfair trade practices are cited but general diplomatic cooling is creating an unworkable environment.” The Queen quieted them and spoke. “Perhaps, Lord Panthi, our guild can speak to your fears.” “Perhaps but I have not seen a representative the whole time I’ve been in the city.” Marcos shouted for effect. “If your serious then I need to meet, or whatever trade controlling body needs to meet me before I leave to advise my Crown.” He hoped that was clear enough. “You can decide now?” The Queen pushed. “Yes Highness, with the proper discussion your city won’t lose a trade that could disassemble your magnificent horse trading industry.” Marcos gestured. “Excellent news.” She said bouncing back and sitting up in her chair. She turned to address the pale sickly King. “Can we arrange a meeting for this important discussion?” The Queen suggested. “Aaa…Of course.” He sputtered sounding unsure. He was pasty and sweating again. He looked weak in these halls but boisterous when outside. Marcos noticed a lead advisor not in the party last night. He had a trimmed beard and seemed confident enough to look Marcos in the eye. Rings of gold were on his hands and a circle necklace was worn about his shoulders. His shirt seemed to be silk. Marcos figured that would be his next target for questioning. “Well then, since you are leaving so soon we hope you can have a meeting tonight. Lord Panthi please have a safe trip.” The Queen finished and rose. Marcos turned and left to walk back past the angry glares of impotent men who voted away their powers. Marcos walked into the antechamber and saw Kaarthen and her girls looking inconspicuous as they thumbed their weapons in the back of the room. The Queen came out after a few moments. Outside the doors opened as the large enclosed carriage rolled up. Two maidens bustled out quickly rushing to the Queen. “Highness a terrible thing has happened. The Palace was under attack!” A brunette squealed The Queen whitened. As they came up to her. “Oh my how are the girls?” “We made it fine hiding in a closet. The screams will make it hard to sleep.” She sobbed. The Queen turned to Marcos. “I must be available for my country. Once I have the palace situation controlled I will send word to the ambassador’s residence.” She turned quickly and left with the maiden in tow. “Perhaps we could watch her.” Kaarthen suggested. “No, appearing weak is much worse than appearing slightly out of control for a moment. What happened? You were there weren’t you? Did you see anything?” He questioned Kaarthen as they moved to the carriage. “They tried to arrest us. I found the treasure room as we tried to escape and found this.” Kaarthen actualized and displayed her gauntlet, weapons, and mithril chain mail once she got into the carriage. “Sellis has treasure like that?” Marcos stared at each item. “And, you found it breaking out of prison? Let me guess, I bet the door was unlocked?” He joked leaning back. Around them, the city started moving as the carriage moved out and turned into the street traffic. “Yes actually.” Kaarthen said making him snap up. “Several discarded small pants and decorative hair ties were on the ground too. Well the outer door to the escape tunnel wasn’t, but the escape hatch to the stables was so yes actually, the door was unlocked.” Marcos almost fell out of his seat at that. “A secret escape tunnel used as a love nest and an unlocked treasure room door. A week ago I would have not believed it, but now it makes perfect sense.” He sighed and laid back. Plucking out a stashed cigar, he chewed it in his mouth looking out the window and sighed again. Around them citizens were rioting in some patches. “If this place weren’t such an imminent disaster we could have just had a civil discussion. Instead, we’re trying to trap and kill a foreign government. This is a regime change Kaarthen.” The arrived at the ambassador’s residence and barged into the lounge as if they owned the place. Trailing them was a slender manservant in livery. Mara led the girls to lay back in the couches and lounge. Kaarthen stayed out in the hallway to get the servants to start some food. In the lounge, the room was empty except the small young looking maid who seemed to be loitering. Marcos lit his cigar in a wall lamp and turned to her. “What did I tell you about being suspicious?” He shouted. He waved over to the manservant. “Strip and search her.” In this completely random town, a random inspection would make the most sense. The servant started by asking for her apron, her headpiece, her shoes. Marcos sat when they got to the dress. Mara moved over and sat back on his lap. The girl tried to balk at removing the dress and the manservant had to spin her around to pull it off. Finally, she stood in just a shift. Marcos had him toss over the dress and by crunching it in his hands, he found hard small things in the seams. “What are these?” He asked ripping down the dress to get to the hidden pockets. He found listening bells. Flattened, egg-shaped, hollow spheres with a long slit running through the middle that helped a nosy girl listen to too many conversations. Also, Marcos found and pocketed a set of various sized lock picks. “Where did you get these?” Marcos started. Mara fiddled with a throwing knife on top of him. The girl tried to stay brave. “I found them here. They are quiet common.” “Why didn’t you return them, isn’t that stealing?” Proper interrogations are done by a thousand cuts. “I just held onto them, I never took them.” She answered still defiant. “You just made them unavailable for whoever they were for.” Marcos pushed. She got confused on that. “I…” Marcos smile and began another line of questioning to connect. “Let’s move on. Who have you listened to?” The girl stuttered. “I didn’t I just…” “YOU LIE!! You listened to me discuss my plans minutes after my arrival.” Marcos roared. The girl pleaded. “I was waiting for you Milord.” Marcos snorted. “I can’t trust you. I now feel that I must hurt you to ensure cooperation.” He turned to the manservant. “Fetch a chair.” As he waited, Marcos considered how much to hurt her. “While we wait, start a fire and make sure it’s hot.” The sniveling girl moved to comply barely able to see from tears. He questioned the manservant as he came with the chair. “Are you a local?” “No Sir, I am residence staff from Osmuun. I take care of all the residence’s common areas and duties here on this block.” “Do you know of this girl? Have you seen this girl often?” “No Milord.” He said quickly. Marcos waved him off. Marcos cleared his throat. “Mara I will start counting and you will move up cutting her from toes to head. If she comes off that chair cut her again. Be creative, because each cut must be higher then the next, do you understand?” “Yes Master.” She replied quietly staring at the girl’s feet. He turned to the girl as she rushed from the fire to her seat. She pleaded. “Milord, I’m just a girl.” Marcos paused to clear his throat. “One.” He had killed younger girls in fights to the death over food. Mara jumped down and made a small cut before hopping back into his lap gleefully. The girl writhed and screamed on the chair. The cut wasn’t immediately obvious until her nailbed on the big toe started going bleeding profusely. “That looks horrible.” Marcos noted dryly. “What is your name girl?” “Carline, Milord.” She wheezed and ripped the chair like it was about to run away. Marco continued. “And where are you from Carline?” “Fffrom here lord.” She stuttered through the pain. He leaned in. “Do you like what’s happening Carline?” She cringed. “Nnno, Milord.” Marcos leaned back. “What is happening Carline?” “You’re hurting me.” She accused. “Two.” Like a shot Mara jumped down grabbed the foot and flicked her knife under the toes flaying a flap of skin a few inches wide along the bottom of her foot. Again, more screams lit the room until they slowed to quiet sobs. “I’m trying to get answers from someone I don’t trust.” Marcos gestured with his hands as he corrected. “Where are you from and don’t tell me ‘here’.” She cringed again. “The lower end of the west side lord.” “Hmm.” Marcos was getting bored and hungry. Carline shifted uncomfortably torturing herself thinking he was considering something ominous for her. Kaarthen came in at that moment. “I got some food coming.” “Good. Hey, Carline, let’s wrap this up. Who buys information around here?” Marcos offered. “Ah…Umm the guild sir.” She sputtered. Marcos shifted. “They pay you?” “Yesss.” She hissed. “Anybody else?” He asked. “Nnno lord.” She said quietly. “Great. Whom do you speak too?” Marcos demanded. She straightened. “Umm..” “Don’t make me count you to your death.” Marcos warned. “They’ll kill me.” She pleaded. Marcos almost chuckled. “I’ll hurt you… and do worse. If you’re lucky they’ll all be dead by tonight anyway.” She thought about it. “The king’s advisor Garren watches this place.” “Okay, not too bad.” Marcos mused sniffing the smell of food in the air. “What’s he look like?” She almost swooned remembering. “Handsome but rude with a beard, brown hair, and laughing eyes.” Marcos figured him to be the clown who smiled at him in court. “What does he want to know?” Marcos asked. She shrugged. As the foot numbed, she tried to make this all seem normal. “Usually nothing. He just wants anything of interest. He recently wanted to hear about you.” “Will you see him again?” Marco said getting up. “If I hear about your travel plans I must signal him.” “How do you signal?” “I…” she paused knowing she’d be useless to him soon. “Milord please don’t kill me!” “Five.” Marcos blurted randomly. Mara got in and grabbed both feet slicing along the arches then dropped one and made a deep cut between her outer small toes. Carline barely twitched until they were dropped. “Oh that’s right.” Marcos said after counting. “Mara you’ll have to cut higher she’s numb already.” “Yes, Master.” She replied dejectedly from behind him. “The signal.” Marcos demanded. Carline was flushed and sweating. She was rigid and stared ahead silently as her mind tried to protect her. “After that, I’ll let you heal here, but no more playing spy.” She turned her head to him slowly gaining hope. “I write a letter and I mark a window with a red candle. That day the letter goes out with regular dispatch. Nobleman Garren is an advisor to the King and comes to our block if he wants to talk. He’ll meet me after as I bring tea.” “Good.” He stood. “Carline I want a letter written advising him of a landing force outside the city attacking the harbor very soon.” Marcos turned to the pale manservant. “Take her upstairs make sure she does it right.” “Carline, what no one told you is the power of words. You were sold into a game you had no business being in. Against the state, it never mattered if you were young or pretty. Many lives were at stake so bringing you onto the merciless field is… within limits. Remember until your old age to understand the risk, and to truly understand if you can take it. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you truly believed in what you did. You were just used. Use your second chance well.” The manservant had to carry her to bed. Another maid came in twitching and advising them about dinner. The group followed her in and ate a refreshing course of meals before retiring back into the lounge. Marcos arranged for Carline’s message to go out after reading it for precise information. Making the city’s defenses empty out would be a huge boon. By late afternoon, the Captain and his men started to show up at the residence by infiltrating in small groups. Marcos didn’t ask where they hid their armor and they didn’t tell. “The men are formed and ready Sir. The colonel is down stairs he seemed to think it wise.” The captain reported. “Great.” The colonel was right to be away. His presence could make Marcos error during this planning if his mind was distracted. “Have him go with a team and make recon on the gate leading to the harbor. He needs to let us know how many troops are leaving and what equipment, weapons, direction, and appearance of competence they’re.” The captain chuckled. “I understand sir, the guards we saw were less then alert.” His plan of burning out the city’s cancer was coming along well he just needed them to send the invite. Just before dinner, a messenger came to the door requesting audience. “I have a message to deliver to Lord Panthi.” He said looking around expectantly. “It is I.” Marcos called. “We are to meet in the Guildhouse at once. Please follow me.” The man announced. “I am prepared.” Marcos said and nodded to the Captain. Kaarthen and her girls stalked Marcos at a distance as he moved down with the messenger. The two got down to street level and boarded a carriage. Kaarthen followed them on the oddly deserted streets south past the palace to a large elegant looking warehouse across a wide plaza from the burnt down wreck of the former headquarters. Around her, the area bustled with other carriages and horsemen arriving. She moved over across the street to be unnoticed as she watched the activities. From the shadows of the burnt out hulk Kaarthen looked at the building and the entering members. The building was filling and seemed they would have their goal of a full house. The large warehouse from the outside appeared smaller than its true size. The ground under the structure was dug out to create large storage and guest areas. Kaarthen could see it as an actual complex that the Guild headquarters had also been apart. Escape tunnels went to the buildings next door and a large hallway connected the destroyed headquarters. Around her things were slowing as the last of the guild members got in. In quiet unassuming groups, three man teams pushed carts around the building stopping in the shadows surrounding the guild. After finding their position, two men would jump in back. One man stood watch while the two others got in heavy armor and waited among the stacks of oil and hay. Kaarthen moved over to a drunken homeless man who happened to have an excellent view of what was going on around the building. “Captain, I am going to cut off their escape tunnels. There are three exits not including the headquarters. Two tunnels go to the building next door on the south side. I will enter through the Headquarters, another three will enter to the east heading in. Guard the exits but do not enter. What is your signal for the fire?” The homeless man nodded and quietly spoke. “The colonel is watching the chamber from the roof for a signal. He’ll break out all the windows and start to scream like a banshee to start it.” “Excellent.” Behind her Ein, Mara, and Rinis took off like three shadows to the south to circle around the building. Kaarthen went back and looked among the rumble. The door to the underground passage was cleared of debris and ash, it looked recently used after the fire. Kaarthen actuated her gauntlet and crept over to it looking for any traps. After a moment, she pulled the handle of the door, and eased it up as quietly as she could. Light streamed up and stone steps led down two yards to the floor of the tunnel. The area underneath was well lit and appeared to be still used. The wall on either side was lined with shelving completely stuffed with scrolls of what appeared to be invoices and shipping orders. Kaarthen moved quietly towards the direction of the guild house. An intersection came up and her path was blocked. By her estimations, she was barely out from under the headquarters. Kaarthen took the left branch and came along a passage lined with several rooms. The Goddess took a quick glance and stopped her. To the left at the far end was a room with a group of people inside. Kaarthen crept to the door and heard the voices of multiple men raping at least one woman. With a savage kick she busted open the door. Everyone paused looking at her as she took in the scene. Along the entire floor was thick hay like a horses stall. To the left, were four short spikes in a periodically spaced line along the wall. Chained to each spike were two lazy eyed lethargic women who seemed drugged or dazed. In the far back of the room, a square pit twice the size of a royal bed was filled with hay and a partially opened hay bale. A haystack towering in the right corner and reaching the ceiling was infested with sleeping pale scrawny women hiding in the fluffy pile. In front of Kaarthen, the blond Sister Dellin and the brunette women from the palace she had escorted were being raped and questioned by three pants-less gruff looking men on the other side of a table and a few chairs. Each of the men sported huge wrist thick erections with low sagging balls nearly the size of eggs. Sister Dellin was being ruthlessly used while bent over a chair. Her pussy and ass were white with the loads they had been pumped full of. Multiple loads had dried on her and multiple more were wet and frothy around her holes. The brunette was taking the two other men at either end as she was bent forward. She hung limply as she was skewered between them. The men’s clothing and a few whips were laid out across the table next to bottles of rum, only a few steps from Kaarthen in the middle of the room. Along the wall on her right side, the red head was hanging by her shackled arms facing the wall. Next to her, a man was chained upside down dripping wet in a similar fashion. Both looked to have been beaten pretty severely. The redhead’s asshole was gaping and blaring red despite being white washed with thick ropes of cum. The five people in front of the door turned to look at her as the door fell. The blade on Kaarthen’s gauntlet actuated with the sliding metallic sound of a sword being drawn as she froze staring at them in righteous anger. The three men scrambled around to arm themselves. Two came the quick way around the table to her left and Kaarthen sliced across the first man’s neck and brought her arm back through the second man’s front leg as he came forward onto it. The snap of a whip caught her attention as the third man came forward with a driving whip for carriage horse teams. Kaarthen without thinking snapped up Lourndai and extended it through the man’s chest. In a blink, two and half feet of magically sharpened steel as wide a hand and as thick as her finger exploded out his back and buried in the wall directly behind him. She pulled back the blade and recast it to a useful size. Looking around, the women in the back of the room cast fearful confused looks at her while hidden in the hay. “How many of you can travel?” Kaarthen called out. “I can.” Said Sister Dellin moving over to lean on the table. The brunette picked herself up slowly. Finally, rising to her feet, a gush of cum splattered the floor and rolled down the brunette’s leg in gobs. Kaarthen tried to ignore the sound of their holes trying to close. Farts and wet burps accompanied the women’s movements. “This place is to be destroyed. What can be done about those… women?” Kaarthen said motioning around the room. “If I can find key’s we’ll get them out of here.” Sister Dellin announced Kaarthen turned to her. “The way out is same but this place is surrounded. You’ll need to keep them at the stairs until I can have the door opened.” “You won’t come too?” She squeaked before catching herself. “No, but this time I’ll get you out of here myself.” Kaarthen looked at the other women and determined that they would get better with time and lots of indirect love. Lourndai made quick work of their chains. The redhead and the man simply fell wetly to the ground once they cut down. Once the chained women were released, they quietly herded to the door. Sister Dellin had to stop the pitiful creatures as Kaarthen turned to getting the women in the haystack out. Pulling them out one by one took forever and the wriggling women were difficult to hold onto. Once released, it was an even chance they scurried to the door or tried to dive back into the haystack. Kaarthen eventually resorted to waving her gauntlet’s frozen sword in the haystack and deep pit to help find anyone she missed. Finally done, she walked the group down to the stone stairs and warned Sister Dellin again not to let them leave until she returned or the door opened from above. “And take this Sister.” Kaarthen offered her the obsidian dagger. “It is sharp and imbued with poison but it won’t fail you.” “Thank you Sister you are truly a great daughter to our mother.” Sister Dellin said clutching her gift. Heading back, Kaarthen raced around looking through walls and doors with the Goddess’ sight. In a mad race, she continuously double backed catching servants and scribes moving through the halls. As Kaarthen closed in on the hall ending in the Guildhouse, the door burst open and a rush of scared men in robes came face to face with her. Kaarthen chuckled that after all the rushing around she found herself in the perfect spot where everyone would have to come through her. The pasty sweaty men in the front of the line weren’t heard as they shouted warning to those pushing frantically from behind. With an efficiency that would have stunned anyone who knew it, Kaarthen wielded the gauntlets wrist sword and Lourndai in a beautiful dance of death for the first time together. As the crowd funneled through in line they came into her vertical swipes of Lourndai hacking down the waves of men. Her burning frost blade whipped through the stragglers. Sparks flew from where the blades flew through stone. The walls bled as the wet blades gouged through them as Kaarthen's will and superhuman strength guided them around harvesting souls from flesh. Men came into her thinking the flickering bright light and screams ahead were just more fire, and they girded themselves, or foolishly closed their eyes. Curtains of blood from the men they had been following fell to reveal the ghastly vision of Kaarthen’s dance. Her form was illuminated in flashes of whipping arms, shining eyes, and the white rope of her hair among the glinting walls and glistening carnage. The men always froze and tried to stop as they came to her, but like all the others momentum and the press from behind meant they could only raise terrified bloodcurdling screams as they were harvested. Finally the deluge of panicked fools stopped. Beyond her, the room they poured from was burning too intensely and was blocking their path to her. In the light of her armblade and the open door’s glow, the scars on the walls told of her ferocity. The rivulets of blood, the shattered bodies’ dismembered parts, the stink of eviscerated bowels, the ache of her muscles, and the drips of blood that echoed over the steady roar of the fire were all vindication of the horrors the slaves had felt. The death she brought was a cleansing of their sullied femininity. The Goddess was pleased. Ahead the curtain of flames moved and an armored behemoth stepped through clearing a path. It was a nearly seven foot tall man in cleverly designed armor that presented smooth slopes from every possible attacking angle. The metal appeared to be thick enough that Kaarthen doubted Lourndai could cut it despite its ability to hack stone with ease. The behemoth carried a sword three and half feet long and thicker and heavier than Lourndai with a similar shape of a flat-backed single-edged S shaped blade, triangular armor piercing tip, with a short six inch blade running along the back. They paused looking at each other then it raised a hand to her and waved. “All clear behind us ma’am” he shouted. Kaarthen was startled out of her bloodlust as a gust of wind pulled her to reality and carried to her the sound of shouts of all clear from the other end. She rushed back and found the slaves being led out. Hard looking muscular beggars and bums bandaged the redhead and the man she found. She almost missed a pale cold figure in a robe curled in on himself with a wide eyed surprised look. “He came after you left. He was a guildsman drunk and barely able to stand. He took one look at us and tried to raise an alarm.” Sister Dellin said starring at what Kaarthen presumed was her work. “You did well harvesting him Sister. Was it your first time?” “It was.” “I will sing for you tonight.” “Thank you sister and I you.” Sister Dellin said embracing her tightly. “You honor me. You were always in control. I was just supposed to grab the King’s women and bring them in to be questioned. I haven’t had this much trouble before at all in any city I’ve worked. I had no idea what to do when this city fell into chaos. When everything fell apart, you were strong and amazing. When you come to Dar Dellis I shall sing in every temple for you.” She babbled. Kaarthen led her up onto the street while keeping her under her arm. The Guildhouse was completely destroyed already. The trenches dug for it under the walls initially as a warehouse had fed the flames perfectly. The inferno inside had sucked in oil with the air as it consumed the interior with enough heat to melt and collapse the copper roof. The circular roof of the central speaking hall had also collapsed and the fire bellowed out intensely in a roaring yellow pillar pointing straight into the sky. Around them, a city watched as their greatest, most cherished institution burned to the ground. The men Marcos brought were stashing their armor as they came out of the hidden tunnels and blended into the crowd. Kaarthen's little angels had found their way over to her. Their exploits were nonexistent since few people inside had known of the other secret entrances. In the crowd’s panic, it was Kaarthen who stopped them as they ran for a familiar way out. A hobbled old man came over as she watched the blaze. “Ma’am, Marcos is at the Palace now, would you like me to lead?” Kaarthen chuckled and led her girls away into the dark embracing night of death to finish their work. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ As Kaarthen approached the Palace, she saw it had become organized somewhat. It had the look of an army field camp. Bodies had been pulled out from the rooms and halls and laid out in lines. Several tents were set up since people weren’t keen on going back into the Palace. Armored men in orange, blue, and brown shirts with shiny steel helmets, arm braces, and chest plates patrolled carrying spears and swords. Kaarthen could see the Queen seated near a carriage looking over reports. She wore an elegant suit of armor that protected her upper body and lower legs in a shell of steel. The suit was intended for mounted battles and her thighs were left protected by a skirt of thick hardened leather. Marcos whistled Kaarthen over before she was noticed. She turned to see him among the shadows across the wide street from the Palace’s encamped front lawn. Several of his men were hidden with him in an alley further back acting as vagrants and dirty drunks. “Well how was it?” Kaarthen asked. “Good. I found the man that Carline the maid was paid by. I got some answers from him too. Nobleman Rocert is coming into the city in another month. He is a face of the guild and important to capture. The King is in there somewhere.” Marcos said noting the bustling Palace. “They haven’t done much about the Guildhouse. In fact they seem real insular right now.” “What do you mean?” “Maybe it’s the Queen’s orders, but they are only patrolling on the Palace grounds. No drawn out patrols are being made for the city’s security for some reason. It helps us move about the city around them, but the concentration of security is a little daunting for recon, or anything other than a frontal assault. You must have really messed them up.” Kaarthen smiled and grabbed his hand. “It was my angels. They were put in a dark, dirty, jail with dirty men who wanted to play with their bodies.” Marcos shuddered. “That’s pretty harsh for a jailbreak. They took out carts of the pieces already. Those are the intact bodies. They must have killed almost a hundred people in there.” “They got lost.” Kaarthen replied with a shrug. Marcos looked at her knowingly. “So what’s your plan?” Kaarthen asked finally. Marcos leaned back and shrugged. “Just to watch. Even if the Queen is in trouble it would damage the Crown’ image for her to be seen relying on us.” “So, what is she to do?” Kaarthen said looking over at the illuminated Queen quietly writing at her desk. She seemed untouched by the bustle around her. Marcos shrugged and rubbed his head. “Confront him, challenge him, kill him, I really don’t know. Sellis has laws I’m not familiar with, but ostensibly she should have power over him since he married into the crown.” They stood quiet and watched for a moment. “What happened to the girls I rescued?” Kaarten asked suddenly Marcos blinked, and turned to regard her. “They were taken to the Ambassadors residence. What’s their story?” “I haven’t even spoken to one yet.” She replied quietly. Marcos leaned in. “Be careful taking things home. It’s always sad to have to kill what you try to protect.” “Perhaps.” Kaarthen paused. “You know, Mara could get in there.” Marcos snapped over and looked down over at Mara. “Really? How?” “Watch.” Kaarthen turned as Mara stepped forward. Kaarthen pulled from her the message she ate with the hair. The instructions for the glossy haired brunette could be read and told to Mara’s receptive body. The changes started slow as her inside shifted first. Mara pulled off the outer robe and stripped off the leathers. Marcos looked around, as she got naked. He was more then slightly incredulous as she stood still in the street. For a moment, nothing happened then Marcos noticed her hair and skin darkening. Slowly, her torso shrank, and her limbs lengthened. Her breasts and hips narrowed and shrank becoming more modest curves. Finally, with an odd twitch her hair poofed into gentle wavy curls of the silky black long waist length hair he remembered from earlier. Mara bent and dressed back into her pants and pulled her robe over her head before stepping forward again with a smirk. “How do you like it? Except for her eyes the changes are exact.” Kaarthen beamed. Mara modeled the body and twisted to show herself off. “I understand you have some aggression towards this woman. Mara will help you release it for you later if you like.” Kaarthen said as the two women fell into each other for a hug. Marcos looked from them to the Palace and back. “That’s clever Kaarthen. She can pass as that other woman?” “Yes. We don’t know the brunette’s voice so she may not sound the same, but she will get passed the guards.” Marcos eyed the Mara closely. “Good, that works for me.” I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story. I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if only they....". Leave a comment. You're likely not alone. Honestly, know you're not alone even if you are one percent, there are millions of us. So just know even the comments are free. if you want to PM ideas, questions, or random non related stuff. BTW this is now just over half of what was written, editing is slow... The idea may not be in every segment, but you will certainly be more likely see your fetish if you request it. I write because I haven't seen enough stories they way I like. There will be a three part story (called 'Sweat', 'Spit', and 'Tears') about the Spear Mistresses and their rather single minded efforts to purge the elves. you haven't seen the last of them. Also (restitution of love) is being edited too. It'll be the sequel for dissolution of love. Look for series 'Victorious' it's a present day work, and more involved. (I hope) It fell out of my head, it works, and I enjoy it. I hope we can share. So please enjoy and comment freely. I'll respect your freedom of speech if you exercise it. You could be in china right now....

Monday for Victor started out quietly, except for the obvious. “On Friday, time to think over the weekend was requested. Your time is up.” Meredith asked as they met in her office for the morning. Victor stayed still for a moment soaking in her gaze. He felt strangely calm but stiflingly hot nonetheless. “Have you bought me a ring?” He started. Meredith didn’t even blink. “Your answer?” Victor continued undeterred. “Maybe someone should be here to annotate our agreement? I would like this on paper.” Meredith paused, then reached over and called Jan in. “Please come in, this will only take a moment.” Jan walked into the office stupefied. Meredith turned to her. “Jan, I have an agreement that will need to be notarized could you please take notes.” She stopped and turned to Victor. “She stays.” Victor sighed and began. “Where do we live?” “Our best situation for our ideal is to have you move into my property.” Meredith rattled still keeping eye contact. “I value my space however I was always planning to have permanent company.” He prodded her. “Expectations?” “I expect your attentions and at times your undivided energies. I expect to have a continuance of our preceding time together.” She said simply. “Others?” He breathed. Meredith’s eyes flicked up to him. “Who?” Victor looked up at the ceiling remembering Taris. “To be determined.” He offered wonderingly. Meredith considered and pulled at her hair. “I have not given thought to sharing inside the home. I will not stop sharing of women with you, however I would be…very concerned if it happened away from my presence.” Meredith paused for the next set of words to form. “Marriage is an ideal that protects the home from the division resources by outside interests and disease. Historically, multiple marriages, or supplicants were common. While no other sexual contact outside the home would be preferable, condoms would be a minimally acceptable secondary. Marriage wasn’t intended so there could be children outside the home.” Behind them, Jan shifted quietly. “Timeline?” He asked next. “Your lease is up in four months.” Victor’s eye jumped but he remember it was public knowledge. Victor dryly asked. “Any other announcements?” “Prenuptial contract in effect after the first year.” Meredith supplied. “Division exactly by individual earned value over the period.” Victor said remembering her nasty divorce. Meredith nodded and arched her fingers. “Agreed. No accounts shared.” Victor conceded. “Announcements of the ceremony?” “Next week if that is all.” She finished and stood staring blankly at him. Victor himself had trained her never to offer a shake until the client did, or it was verbally agreed. Of all her slips, that one would be disastrous. Victor stepped forward but didn’t offer his hand. “I know you don’t feel, and likely you don’t understand love. But that is what I want between us Meredith. If you can’t love me than all this will fail.” Victor said and leaned in onto her desk. Jan caught his eye as she stared at them like they were crazy. “Write that down too. Meredith should know she’s raising the stakes.” Meredith kept her eyes on him and tried to stay still and aloof and not study what his body was doing as she always did in that way of hers. After a silent minute, he offered a hand. “I mean it Meredith, if this doesn’t work then what will we have left?” She took his hand and the world froze just before Jan jumped into it. She made the hysterical wheezy screams of an excited pre-teen complete with giddy hopping and a huge smile. “We have to celebrate! Oh the girls have been waiting for this forever.” “We can have dinner then.” Victor offered. “We have an appointment though and we should’ve been off already.” Hastily he pried off Jan and pulled Meredith from her grip. “Tonight we’ll celebrate at Chez Alasco, I can’t believe this, congratulations!” She waved as they made their way down to the elevators. Carmen eyed them quietly as they passed but remained silent. She seemed odd as Victor passed her. She wore comfort clothes that were hardly her style. “Carmen wears glasses?” He mused. In the garage, he followed Meredith as she got in her vehicle. On the way up he reviewed with her the purchases already made by the hospital, and the future plans of healthcare group that owned it. As usual, they simply wanted to save money. So far, they had been becoming more profitable. Victor’s plan would be to tie the success of the branch to his product and sell them the new model because of the more productivity it would promise. The plan was for them not to verbally make any of the promises. They didn’t want to have a million dollar deal that depended on a fickle sense of personal affability. Either they trusted the company, what it did in the industry, its products, and the numbers put in front of them, or they couldn’t make it fit. The fact that they knew who they were meeting, and the fact that they knew him for years did help the strategy a bit. However, he could still say ‘no’ despite how unlikely they made that option. Four hours later, they had finished the deal and were on the way back. Meredith called ahead to Jan and they made arrangements to meet at the restaurant. After a quick stop to feed Simon at Victor’s apartment they left. As they drove, Victor caught a glimpse of Taris spying him out the window. He blanched hoping nothing would come of it. They found Jan at the bar still staring at everything as she tipped back her wine. Victor guessed she had been waiting for a while already. Jan looked frumpish and out of place in a purple button up shirt and a long floral dress. But, anyone with eyes could see her pale Nordic beauty and enormous breasts. The men at the bar were circling like sharks. Jan was witless to the attention as she stared around at the walls. As usual, she was gob smacked by the glittery colorful reliefs, sculpted ornaments, and the cozy feeling created by the low lighting. She seemed like a yokel every time she came in. Chez Alasco was a French/Italian fancy restaurant. Jan enjoyed it and it seemed to be her favorite since she did a birthday party there earlier. To Victor it was a fake high-class restaurant. It was a cheesecake factory redone to appear in the snobby five-star range. It was nice, but it wasn’t worth the twenty-dollar drinks, and pretentious atmosphere. “Hey, Jan.” Victor walked up and gave her a hug. “We got a table, come on.” Victor said pulling her from the well. The dinner became a surreal affair. Victor and Meredith barely ate while Jan imbibed freely. Since her appetite was ruined by drink, she told them how happy she was the entire dinner. Victor noticed how adoring she was of her ‘big sister Meredith’. She seemed to move closer and closer to Meredith until finally they were sharing drinks, and dessert. He wasn’t too surprised when she let slip her picking up lesbianism during college. By the end of dinner, she hung onto Meredith heavily with sleepy eyes and twirled her hair. Victor listened to the words but watched her wine slosh onto her dress as she spoke. “I think it’s time to go.” “Hmm? Ya tonight I’ll stay with Mere…” Jan claimed as he moved around the table to lift her. “I understand.” Meredith replied and paid as Victor struggled to raise Jan to her feet. Meredith stayed back and let him maneuver Jan up and out into the parking lot. As he got her into Meredith’s backseat, Jan clung to him and he got in back with her. He lay with her as she cried about social injustices on the way back to Meredith’s house. As usual, she parked in the garage and they got Jan out and onto a couch in the nearly dark front room so they could take off her ruined wet clothes. The moonlight came in from the accent windows overhead as they stripped and exposed her pale white body. Quietly the dogs came in and watched but kept their distance as Meredith and Victor toiled over Jan. “I’m so sorry guys…” Jan apologized. She didn’t seem to care the dogs were watching from the shadows, or that Victor was the one pulling down her dress as Meredith held her hand. Victor almost chuckled at the worn out polka dot panties she wore, they fit her personality. He could hardly imagine lingerie under the shapeless clothes she wore. Under the panties, her whole crotch was unshaved. Victor looked at the wisps of blond hair peeking out along her thighs incredulously. Next to him, Meredith took off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt as she watched him strip Jan. Pulling her blouse off, she was ambushed as Jan suddenly pulled her down in a kiss. Behind them, Drei whined quietly as Meredith pulled away Jan’s hands and took control of the kiss. Victor watched as she got on top of her friend and coworker and tore the rest of her clothes off. She left her panties on as she held her co-worker down. Jan still tried to cling to her as she cried. Meredith stepped back and quieted her by stripping herself down. She revealed in the half-lit room her perfectly sculpted full figured dusky body. Jan seemed happy to see Meredith reveal herself for her. Victor moved over to the sofa as Meredith again climbed over Jan in only her black demi-cup bra. She knelt high over Jan and looked over at Victor like a conquistador claiming new lands. The two contrasted deliciously as the relatively hard bodied dark haired bronze skinned Meredith explored Jan's padded pale fair haired body like a surveyor appraising her domain. Jan wriggled under her as Meredith bounced her breasts against each other. Her huge pale globes raised high off her chest. She seemed like a perverted caricature, her breasts were much larger than her head. Her aureoles were so pale they were indistinct and only the large nub of her nipple was noticeable. They sagged but frankly, they looked completely natural for their gigantic size. Meredith was a double E but her pendulous orbs seemed quite ordinary compared to the pillows Jan was hidden under. Meredith moved forward and Jan ecstatically wriggled lower so that Meredith’s pussy was brought over her face. She dived into it without being told and munched merrily. Victor watched until Meredith leaned down onto the couch arm to steady herself. Her holes were exposed as Jan attacked the sensitive clit Meredith pushed down into her. Like a spider, he crept over to them careful not to interrupt. Meredith looked back at him quickly but was distracted. He straddled Jan’s chest as he got over her. Her warm breasts were felt for the first time. Victor couldn’t help but play with them. Bouncing them together and tugging her huge pale nipples, he was brought back into the sex by Meredith climaxing and pushing his ass back into him. Like a catcher, he pulled down her hips and slid his cock into her pussy in one smooth move. She moaned and froze for a second before undulating. Below them, Jan’s hands and lips did everything they could to keep her attention. For several minutes, they fucked at a relaxed comfortable pace and moved back up over Jan’s body. Victor felt her padded breasts cup his balls as they bounced between his thighs. He felt her scoot down and then felt her tongue on them as she desperately tried to help Meredith along. The sensation was too much and Victor came deep inside Meredith and let her pussy drip on Jan as he pulled back his cock. She flinched and cursed but after discovering the taste, she jumped into Meredith even deeper. Like a starving child she pulled Meredith back onto her mouth and made her pour out the nectar Victor left there. After several minutes, she turned to Victor’s cock and inexpertly sucked him as she single-mindedly went after more of their shared essences. Meredith rose off the couch to watch, her head was cocked as she witnessed a new obsession of her friend. “This was the taste.” Jan bemoaned. “I always liked it... This means even she was cheating on me…” Victor watched her but couldn’t follow what she was babbling about. After a minute, Meredith reached in and tugged Jan away and off the couch. Her hips had been rising rhythmically and Meredith noted a wet spot on her panties from an unfulfilled need as the blonde discovered the taste of a man’s cum. Meredith marched her upstairs to the bedroom and threw her down like a prisoner. As Victor got in the room and closed the door, Meredith had came back to the bed with a gigantic dildo. Meredith was direct and authoritative as she rolled and wrestled Jan onto her breasts and stomach. She pulled down her panties and slid the dildo across her. Victor got hard again and negotiated a position behind Meredith as she caressed and opened Jan. She licked on both of Jan’s untrimmed holes as she continued to push the dildo. She wriggled the tip around searching for entrance. The phallus finally found safe harbor and Jan wheezed as Meredith forced her ass open with it. Her cheeks clenched and Meredith hissed and slapped her ass until she released. She whimpered and relaxed only to clench up again as the next inch went in. Victor reached around from behind Meredith and started fingering Jan’s hairy pussy. Under the attentions of the two, her body opened up to relax slowly. Their bodies gave off a variety of scents. Meredith’s Chanel worked hard, but it was covered by the smells of arousal and sweat. The bedroom reeked of sex already, but Jan’s scent was new and therefore particularly noticeable to them. Lazily, Victor fucked Meredith in the sweltering room. He kept his movements slow and Meredith undulated against him for more friction a they set about the task of relaxing and opening up Jan as she whimpered, simpered, and mewled before finally just climaxing. After regaining herself, she pushed herself back harder onto Meredith’s invasive phallus and Victor’s plundering fingers. Satisfied her pet sister could take him, Meredith suddenly tossed away the dildo, scooted off Victor’s cock, sat on Jan's back, and turned back to Victor spreading her cheeks. Numbly, he moved up into Jan’s saddle, as Meredith so obviously wanted. He slid his cock around and centered on Jan’s asshole, and pushed. Her relaxed muscles opened but he was bigger than her recent occupant was. Meredith ground her pussy into Jan’s back and got more and more excited kissing him as he pushed into Jan’s ass. The blonde huffed, wheezed, and arched herself under them slightly as she was taken. The heat in the room built where the three bodies converged. Meredith scooted back and raised Jan’s face with both hands. As Victor slid into her all the way, she dropped her head down over her and bit Jan’s cheekbone savagely. The move prompted Victor to move forward and bite her back near the shoulder blade. Under them, Jan wriggled slightly in shock and confusion as they held her between them. Meredith kept her grip, fumbled for Jan’s clit, and stroked her as Victor built up his rhythm behind them. For several minutes, Jan couldn’t move and it wasn’t till several more minutes later, when she came, that they released her and let her drop back down. Meredith moved back behind Victor and like a four-armed sex beast, they stroked her sweating body from behind as they took her deepest place. As Victor gave her short deep thrusts and neared his completion, Meredith came to her, kissed her sister, and stroked her caressingly. He marked her insides with his burning load. He pulled away and Meredith crawled over the passive Jan and feasted on the creampie. He watched over them with some odd sense of reverence as she fed on her and Jan lay still with heavy lidded eyes as they used her. When Meredith finished cleaning her sister, she curled up and they spooned with Jan in the middle. The tall blonde was curled in between them, her long limbs tangled over Victor as Meredith embraced her and stroked her neck and back. Victor couldn’t help but watch them as Meredith soothed her sorority sister like a child and cooed into her ear. Jan looked completely at peace in her arms. He fell asleep peacefully and dreamed of soft hills and warm soft happy women running up and hugging him.

spider- man the beginning for ppl who always wondered about the sexual life of that web slinger i suggest some spiderman knowledge before reading thanks peter parker was bit by a radioactive spider… blaa blaa blaa peter rolled over and looked at his gorgeous wife mary jane. her red hair shone in the early morning light. Peter watched her breath as her incredible 36 d tits slightly moved up and down beneath the sheets. Peter laid back and thought of having sex with his beautiful wife. His 8 inch cock began to harden as he thought about mary jane. Peter slide back the covers on mary jane and began rubbing her massive tits through her bra. Mary Jane sighed deeply in her sleep. Slowly peter pulled down her black lacy bra and began to swirl his finger around her tit. Mary Jane's tits were huge but didn't sag. Peter leaned in and began sucking on her fat pink nipple. She had sexy brown aeroles that were just the right size. Mary janes nipple hardened in peters mouth and he bit down sofly. Mary jane still asleep let out a small gasp. Peter began to stroke his throbbing dick as he sucked on mary janes nipple. His tip began to throb and a small trail of pre cum began to leak from the massive purpling head. Peter could hold back no longer as he pulled back the covers completely and mounted mary jane putting his dick over his sleeping wifes face. Mary Jane awoke with a shock then smiled and said "Good morning tiger i can see someone is up". Mary jane liked the tip of peters dick and moaned. "i was having the best dream of u fucking me". mary jane said. Mary jane began to suck peters cock she wrapped a hand around his tool while her tongue ran deep circles around peters head. Mary jane began forcing all of peters cock down her throat. she gagged on his huge cock. Peter began face fucking mary jane. Her huge tiptoes bounced up and down as peter fucked her face. Peter let out a loud moan as he began to shoot a huge load down mary janes throat. Mary jane swallowed a few times then opened her mouth with remaining cum in it and showed peter. Mary Jane said" I love it when you shoot me with your web so nice and sticky. Peters dick was still hard as he began to kiss his way down mary janes body. He kissed her flat stomach which had a little baby fat but was still very sexy. Peter began to pull off mary janes black lace undies. He noticed how wet she was and could smell her dank pussy. Peter kissed down her red landing strip. Mary jane closed her sparkling green eyes and moaned. Peter began to probe her pussy with his tongue. He swirled his tongue and grabbed Mary janes clit as she began to rock. Her hips squeezed peters head begging him to go deeper as his tongue probed her pussy. Peter began to finger fuck mary jane. He started with long hard thrust but changed it up frequently. Mary janes body began to quiver as she yelped oh god petty and began to cum all over peters face and tongue. Peter wasted no time crawling on top of mary jane missionary style. His dick was raging hard. I love u babes peter said as he bent down and gave her a long passionate kiss. their tongues interlocked as peter s dick began to penetrate mary janes tight wet lips. ugh she moaned and his cock began to slide deeper and deeper into her tight hot pussy. Peter pulled out and slowly began to thrust in and out. Mary Janes tits bounced up and down slowly as she gazed longfully into peters eyes. Peter could see the fire building in her and he began to pummel her pussy. "ugh ugh ugh oh good oh good oh god fuck me spider man fuck my pussy hard" mary jane screamed. Peter began ramming in and out of mary janes pussy at a break neck speed. her tight pussy held on 2 peters dick for dear life as his big rod streched her to the limit "oh god pete oh god pete pete pete ugh im going to cum" mary jane began to cum fiercely oh peters dick. Peter rammed into her pussy harder as he began to shoot his load deep in 2 mary janes pussy. peter sighed as he laid on top of his beautiful wife and kissed her passionately. His dick was still hard so he rolled her over "oh tiger whats got you so aggressive this morning?" "that sweet pussy really gets me going pete replied" peter pulled mary jane up into a doggy style position and smacked her fat white ass. A red hand mark appeared "owwh pete u bad boy " "ik u like it like the dirty red headed slut you are now imma take that fat ass" Peter spread mary janes cheeks as he began to lick her anus. mary jane wiggled her ass in peters face pushing back into his tongue thrust moaning for more. oh god pete lick my asshole. Peter pulled his tongue out of mary janes ass a slight plop noise was heard Peter lined up his wet dick at mj s back door and began to squeeze his big dick inside of her. Mary jane began to thrust back as they immediately started fucking like animals ugh ugh ugh ugh oh peter fuck me harder fuck my fat ass Peter said : Bitch take this dick take it all peter began to smack mjs ass repeatedly as he humped her ass his dick going in and out at a speed only possible for a super hero mary jane put her head down and screamed " ohhhhhh good fuck me wreck my asshole make me shit pancakes for a month" peter took his hands of mjs ass and grabbed mjs swinging tities he began to maul her tits as his dick slid in and out. Peter twisted mjs nipples hard awwwwhhhhh fuck mj screamed u like that bitch peter retorted awww fuck aww fuck awww aww mary jane said as her anus clenched and she began cumming peter took his hands of mjs tits and grabbed her clit mj screamed as her organim went crazy peter began to cum in mjs ass fuck bitch take it take it you dirty slut awwwh my god my fucking god fuck me like a champ mj screamed mj and peter collapsed to the bed in a sweaty fiery heap peter rolled over and said " well its time for me to go fight some crime keep that pussy hot i ll be back later " peter jumped up pulled on his costume and jumped out the window mary jane smirked as she used her hand to clean up the cum dripping from her pussy and ass she began to suck on her fingers mj said go get them tiger as peter began to swing away more to come 1st story b gentle =)

Spider Man part 2 Peter swung through upper queens. It was a bright and sun filled day. As Peter swung from web to web his spider sense began to tingle. Peter's cock also began to harden whatever was happening was also extremely sexy. Peter began to follow not only his spider-sense but his "cock sense" as his boner pointed him in the right direction. Peter swung over a dark alley to notice a gang surrounding a beautiful blonde. She was about 5'7'' with blonde her and green eyes that shown in the dark. Her tits were a solid c 34 and her black tank top pushed her breasts out showing her milky white cleavage. " was that"… peter began to think as he realized who was in the alley below him it was Gwen stacey his high school romance. Peter jumped down into the alley summer saluting in mid air and kicking the gang leader in the face. The gang leader sprawled to the ground as Peter whirled around and disarmed two other gang members guns with web strikes. peter flipped through the air as the gang rushed him. the gang was no match for spider man as he twirled in the air striking fierce blows in all directions. Peter soon wrapped up all the criminals and walked over to gwen stacy. " Lucky i was around" Spider man quirped . " A pretty girl shouldn't be walking around dark alleys alone." Gwen stefani said " It looks like you have one more bad guy to wrap up" she said as she grabbed peters throbbing cock through his spidey uniform Peter let out a long moan as gwen stefani lowered down and pulled out peter's thick cock. she licked the tip and slowly began to push peters purple head deep into her mouth. Peter sighed in relief as precum leaked into the gorgeous blondes mouth. Her tongue swirled around peter's cock. Peter grabbed the back of gwen's head and began to pump her on his cock. Slamming his hips into her face as fast as he could gwen's face began to smack against the cold brick wall behind her. Peter could take no more as he let out a turrent into gwens excepting mouth. "oh you dirty whore take my super cum bitch" Peter yelled as his hips slammed hard into gwen's face. Gwen began to swallow as fast as she could but Peter's huge load began to guzzle out of her mouth and onto her cheeks. ***** Back at the Parker residence Mary Jane fell back asleep in bed. Near the front of the apartment door a black ooze began to bubble. It slowly slid under the apartment door and began creeping towards the back bedroom. the ooze stopped at the front of the bed room. It sensed Parker was gone but something else was here. The ooze slowly crept up the bed and wrapped around mary jane 's feet. The ooze used itself as rope and bound mary janes legs to the bed post. Venom busted through the apartment door. He roared as he flew into the back room and shot a black web over mary jane's mouth " Wheres parker im going 2 eat his spleen ?" venom hissed " Well since parker isn't here we are going to have a little fun with you'" Mary jane struggled to no avail as venom hopped on the bed his tentacles waving in the air furiously. Venom ripped back the covers exposing mary janes naked body still wet from the fucking she received earlier. venoms tentacle slammed into mary janes wet pussy "Still wet are we ?" venom said mary jane cried out as venom slammed his tentacles into and out of her pussy. Venom then pulled out and slammed his tentacle in mary jane's virgin ass. She cried out as he ripped apart her ass with his tentacle. blood leaked out of mary janes ass. Venom positioned his 15inch 3 in round dick at mary janes snatch. Mary Jane tried to shake her head and scream but the web still held her mouth shut.Venom slammed into mary jane hard. His penis smashed up against mary janes cervix. "take it bitch we are going 2 rape you hard " venom hissed as his penis pulled out and slammed into may janes tight cunt. Mary janes cunt was getting stretched too the limit. Venom was fucking her like she had never been fucked before. Her pussy was on fire the muscles strained to hold the long black shaft in her. Venoms dick slammed into mary jane repeatedly "ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH OH GOD FUCK MY PUSSY FUCK MY DIRTY CUNT OH FUCK" Mary jane yelled. She began to rock her hips back against the black intrusion on her pussy. Venoms dick was soo big and strong he picked mary jane off the bed by his dick and slammed her into the wall. Venom carried mary jane onto the walk out porch as he fucked her in mid air. Venom forced half Mary Janes body over the edge as he fuck her sloppy bleeding pussy. "ugh oh god don't stop please"mary jane moaned her fat tits bouncing in the air. Venom grabbed her sensitive red nipples with two of his tentacles and twisted. with gushes of milk sprayed from both mary janes tits. "ahhhh shit" she cried. "we are cumiming " venom yelled as his black dick began to swell. It swelled three times it size in diameter. Mary jane screamed out in pain and pleasure as hot tar like ooze began to fill her pussy. load after load of hot tar burned mary janes pink snatch. " you are pregnant with my alien seed we will ravish you soon again " venom hissed Venom turned and bolded out the door . Mary jane lay on the porch in the shinning light her pussy dripped black ooze. When she awoke she stood up only 2 find her pussy still covered in black ooze. It was like a dark web she could not pull off her pussy. "ugh muff" slam Mary jane was forced against the balcony once again as her ass was put at the perfect position 2 enter. "We came back for more" venom hissed mary jane could feel venoms black dick snake into her asshole. It hurt so bad but his dick sent electrical currents through her body she had never felt so much pleasure before. Mary jane began to press her ass back against Venoms huge dick. Venom began to slam into mary jane's back door. As venom slammed mary janes ass quivered and shook. Venom began to smack her ass repeatedly with two tentacles while another two milked her breast and a third ravished her clit. mary jane was in pure ecstasy "ugh ugh ugh god oh fuck oh jesus oh venom cum in me feel me with your dark spunk i want to bear your demon child take me away from parker forever use me for your dark needs" venom pulled out and all the way and pushed his dick so far into mary jane her eyes went red with pain. he pulled out again and mary jane immediately shit herself. A combination of blood shit and cum raced out of her ass in a current. Mary jane could not help herself as her golden stream began to soak the tentacle playing with her clit. " oh god u black nigger rape me rape me harder. mary jane felt like each of her legs were about to fall off as venom pounded her ass. Venom began to shoot his tar like cum up mary janes ass. "ahhhhhhhhh" she screamed as black tar oozed from her ass sealing it closed and the rest fountaining over and falling onto her pussy and clit. Venoms dick began to shrivel as he wiped the remaining tar on mjs tits and face. "well be back to fuck that tight pink pussy" venom said "bring a friend mary jane cooed" end of part 2 2b continued prelude to part 3 peter fucks gwen stacy and rushes home 2 find his abused wife. mad parker looks for revenge and teams up with the black cat for some sexy action.

Spider man part 3 Ultimate h?s part 1 Gwen Stacy took Spiderman's dick like a pro. She was back against the alley wall as Spiderman pummeled her with his huge cock. Gwen Stacy's big tits swung freely as her legs wrapped around Spiderman's back. Her hips gyrated up and down as spiderman thrust into her receiving pelvis. Stacy's hips ground into Spiderman's dick. Her pussy wrapped around his cock milky it as the hot rod pulled in and out sucking her pussy lips with it as it moved. Gwen's black high heel rubbed against the back of Spiderman's head as she purred. His dick thrust hard and repeatedly making Gwen gasp. She wanted this dick she needed this dick. Gwen had come out in the alley precisely for that reason she wanted to be fucked like the dirty slut she was by some big black gang members, but this was much better. Her pussy burned like it hand't burned since back in the 8th grade giving flash johnson head. Gwen thrust as hard into Spiderman's dick as she could she met each of his heroic packed punches with one of her own hot pussy kisses. If there was a heroic power of being a ho Gwen Stacy had it. ( Probably followed or to be competed with by Mrs. Mary jane) Gwen eyed the criminals lying in the alley many of them were stroking there hard on in the dark corner watching as Spiderman fucked the blonde beauty. Gwen would fuck everyone of them after Spiderman left. They would beat the shit out of her pussy with their dicks as punishment for what Spiderman did to their self esteem. She would be thrown on a dirty mat and chain fucked in the alley for hours.Women would stop by and piss on her face like the dirty slut she was. The crocked cops would stick their batons up her pussy while the fucked her milky white as spanking it hard, and pulling on her swollen pick nipples. Gwen orgasmed hard against Spiderman's cock as she fantasied about what would soon happen to her small pink pussy and anus. ***** Spiderman's spider sense began to tingle as Gwen stacy began to orgasm around his cock. Something was wrong Mary Jane was in trouble. Spiderman wanted to stop fucking Gwen stacy, but knew his dick stood no chance running away from her hot pink pussy. Spiderman began to repeatedly ram Gwen stacy as hard as he could. Her body shook against his as his dick flew into her at high speeds. She moaned loudly as Spiderman's super hero dick assaulted her school girl pussy. Her pussy was defenseless as Spiderman ravaged her deepest pink depths. His loins smacking against her thighs as his balls smacked hard against her anus. Spiderman spun Gwen around hard and jammed a finger into her ass. It plunged in to the knuckle. "Ugh" Gwen Stacy moaned as Spiderman pulled his knuckle and pumped in and out of her tight spinchter. Spiderman pulled out his finger and rubbed his wet dick against her slightly gaping anus. He pushed Gwen stacy against the wall and re-hicked her skirt up as he pushed his dick far into her anus. Spiderman wasted no time coming up to super human speed as he slammed into Gwen's back door hard and repeatedly. "Fuck this bitches back door is tight," he thought as he slammed into her shitter. Spiderman pulled out and spit on his dick. He then spit on her anus and rubbed the spit in. "ooh" cooed Gwen stacy as spiderman pushed his wet member back into her swollen puffy anus. The ring around her anus was turning red from the good dicking Spiderman was giving to her. Spiderman thrust harder and harder into Gwen stacy's butt as he smacked it as hard as he could. Gwen stacy' crunched her face and groaned for dear life as her anus was destroyed. Spiderman sent a fire through her shit hole that made Gwen's hole body vibrate with a passion so strong her pussy gushed turrents as she came in multiple burst organisms. "ugh Fuck" she screamed as hot white fuck juice flew in waves down her tan white leg. Her pussy gushed like it have never gushed before. Her hot pink lips spilled wave after wave of white fluid all over the wall and running down her legs crusting in her slutty fuck boots. Spiderman blasted his hot cum into her awaiting anus. It sucked in load after load of cum tills it could hold no more and cum drizzled down out of her anus and dripped into her pussy,. Spiderman held deep as his orgasm began to subside as the last spirt shot deep into her dark red hole. Spiderman pulled out and let Gwen Stacy fall to the grimy ground . He swung away as he black skirt flapped over covering her dripping pussy and ass. Gwen looked over her shoulder at all the criminals laying on the ground. She flipped her skirt back up and smiled back " Saying lets try this again boys." ***** Spiderman rushed home. He swung fast and hard across the city. racing against time Mary Jane was in trouble. When Spiderman reached home he knew he was too late. Mary jane laid sprawled across the bed the black ooze dripping from her pussy and her ass. Spiderman knew he didn't have much time as he rushed to call Doctor kurt conners. Spiderman left a message on Kurt's phone he needed the doctor's help now or Mary Jane was doomed to give birth to his arch- nemesis's seed. Spiderman kissed his wife goodbye he knew there was nothing he could do till Kurt Conners arrived. He ran too the window." It was time to go see a friend" Spiderman thought as he jumped out the window. He was going to need all the help he could get on this one. It was night time when Spiderman arrived on the dark roof top. He tracked her here it had taken him all afternoon. He knew she was still up her and that he had best be ready for a confrontation. A black form streaked out of the night and knocked Spiderman onto his back and dark boot with white fur running up it kicked him in the face before the figure did a double back flip off his body and landed in a low cat like position. Spiderman spit a little blood from his mouth as he flipped up. "Black cat im in no mood to play. It's about Mary Jane i need your help." The black cat replied," Oh so that is that bimbo your always talking about Mary Jane this Mary Jane that yet who always comes to fuck the black cat?" Spiderman retorted, " You and i both no that's not the truth you just can't get enough of my big cock and are always jealous that it wasn't me and you that worked out." "Maybe so," The Black cat sniffled mockingly. " But who is still out on a dark night looking for a shady encounter rather than be at home warm with your wife protecting her little defenseless pussy." " Black cat i need your help i need a big favor you owe me one. Venom raped my wife i have a plan but i need your help i need you to distract Venom for awhile so i can teach him a lesson he will never forget. This time it's going to be personnal." The Black cat said " I like the darkness Spidey but im afraid not even i can distract Venom that long you know his mind is only on one thing, and i don't know i can handle him i heard he had such a massive thing." She snickered. "Shut the fuck up!" Spiderman yelled as he flew across the building punching Black cat hard knocking her sprawling across the building roof. " the Black cat winced " I' ll make you a deal Spiderman here are my conditions.." "No I'm tired of playing around" Spiderman said as he lept across the building landing and pinning the Black cat beneath him. the Black cat wore a black body sticker that cover her from head to toe. It was more like paint it was so thin and tight to the body. The sticker covered all her body, but cut out her mouth eyes ass tits and inner thighs. She wore white fur that draped over her huge tits and her pussy. Her ass was shown freely as she pranced around town. The black cat struggled below Spiderman trying to get free. Spider man held her down by cupping her massive tits and smacking them hard if she began to push to hard. Spiderman leaned in his body to hold her down as he freed his cock from his pants. The Black Cat struggled harder as she felt Spiderman's penis slap against her. Spiderman used his hands to pry open the black cats thighs. Her white inner thighs shown in the darkness as spiderman lifted his hips onto hers as he positioned his dick at the bottom of her pussy. The Black cat's pussy lips were lined with thick fluffy white hair like the hair from a silky cat. Her lips were still a luscious pink under the silky white hair. Spiderman shoved forward into her hot fuck hole. The black cat grimaced as her pussy was speared apart by Spiderman's large dick. Spiderman held her hips apart and down as he repeatedly thrust into her juicy fuck box. Her pussy muscle's grabbed Spiderman's dick stretching to the max as his big rode pushed deep into her darkest deeps. The black cat tried to scoot away, but Spiderman grabbed her scooting body and slammed it back onto his dick harder than before. He then pushed her off and away again and pulled her back hard using his fuck stick to pulverize her pussy cat. " who's the scared pussy cat now ," Spiderman yelled as he fucked The black cat. He used to mercy as he slammed into her using his dick to punch her pussy harder than he had ever hit a criminal. The Black cat's pussy was being driven into a coma. She began to pass out in series of orgasmic pleasure as her pussy let loose all over Spiderman's huge dick. her body shook and she moaned unintentionally. Her hips thrusting back and moving in a circular motion with every thrust of Spiderman's cock. Spiderman began to cum on the black cat's pussy. He smacked her tits and watch them bounce sky ward in the dark night. The Black cat began to come back to consciousness as the waves of orgasms began to leave her. Spiderman's jizz dripped out of her soaking pussy. His jizz was mixed with rivers of her hot pussy juice. She put her hand down wiped up a handful of juice and sucked it down moaning. "Mhmmmm Spiderman thanks for raping me that's just what i wanted after the way you treated me i ll do anything for you, but first lets start with this ." she said as she rolled over and put her ass up in the air. "Goddamit !"Spiderman thought as he got up on his knees positioning himself behind her ass. "She used me again." He thought. ****** Doctor Kurt Connors rushed into the Parkers apartment. Spiderman had called and left an urgent message. He walked back to the back bedroom where Mary Jane laid sprawled on the bed. "Mary Jane wake Up!" Connors said. Mary Jane snapped awake as she realized Doctor Kurt Connors was staring at her naked body. She immediately tried to hide herself. Doctor Kurt Connors had a visible hard on and was sweating and look disheveled. His black hair was matted and he looked extremely pasty. His hands began to quivel. "Mary Jane I'm here to help you we must act fast so you don't give birth to a symbiote child:" "Doctor Connors are you alright?" Mary Jane said as he began to turn colors. "No ugh." Doctor Kurt conners said as he dropped to the floor. "The only way to cure you is lizard cum." " I have to become the lizard to save you." "Won't that be dangerous?" Mary jane quirped. "We don't have a choice right now Spiderman has saved the city before from my lizard army, but it would be nearly impossible to stop an army of symbiotes." Doctor Connors clothes ripped to shreds as he became the lizard. The lizard stood up he was 6'8" with dark red eyes and weighing in at 325 lbs of pure animal muscle. His cock stood out like a pyramid 2 feet long and as thick as a baseball bat. The tip oozed green lizard precut. "There is no way that thing is going into me!" Mary jane said as she rolled over and grabbed her robe trying to cover up her body as quickly as possible. The Lizard hissed , " Don't you remember im a super villain?" as he pounced onto the bed. THe lizard rolled Mary Jane over and ripped off the robe with his sharp claws. His tail smacked her arms down and pinned her legs open. The Lizard used his bulky arms to line his massive dick up with Mary Jane's sloppy anus. He slowly began to thrust in penetrating her anus just barely. Only half an inch slid in and Mary Jane thought she could take no more. The Lizard's dick was just to big for her small anus. The Lizard began thrusting in and out slowly adding the amount of dick that was shoved into Mary Jane's wanton ass. Mary Jane could feel her ass ripe open as blood streamed out of her shit hole. She immediately shit on the lizard dick as all two feet slammed into her back door. The skin between her ass and pussy with so tight that with each thrust Mary jane went through an orgasms. The Lizard fucked her ass hard for a full five minutes while Mary jane consistently orgasmed. She had never cum so hard in her life. The lizard began to shoot his green acid spunk deep into her ass.The spunk burned the ooze in her ass. leaving her ass gaping, but clean. The lizard began to shrink and slowly turn into Kurt Connors. " Your pussy will just have to wait for a bit i've never came so hard off an ass before." "There is no way my pussy is ready for that!" Mary Jane stuttered. "I was a virgin until Peter and i got married." "Please Mary Jane i remember in college hearing you in class screaming as you were gangbanged in the bathroom down the hall. How Peter never noticed how dirty of a slut you were is beyond me." Connors said. "Plus you don't have a choice." he said as he began to stroke his dick. Mary Jane hit Connors as hard as she could outside the head knocking him out cold. " Peter taught me a few things about fighting." She thought as she shook her aching fist. She would just have to give birth to this symbiotic creature and deal with the consequences later. **** The Black cat landed on the roof of the poor apartment complex. This was the wrong side of downtown New York. These streets were some of the worst projects. Eddie Brock's daughter lived down her. Most people heard about the stories of Eddie Brock and left his daughter alone. No man was ever dumb enough to approach her for fear of what may happen if Venom was around. Spiderman landed next to the Black cat." Remember the deal distract him." Spiderman said. The black cat flipped off the roof and fell five stories landing on the side walk. She went out to the street and kicked in the window on Lisa Brock's car. Lisa Brock Rushed outside from her apartment guns blazing and firing at Black Cat. The Black Cat spun and dodged all the bullets. She jumped in the air doing a spinning kick knocking the gun out of Lisa's hand and knocking Lisa to the ground. Lisa began to crawl away as the Black Cat walked up and kicked her hard in the gut. Swish a tentacle shot out in the night and grabbed the Black cat around the throat choking her. " Run Lisa daddy has to take car of a little business. " Venom said. Lisa ran off into the night. High above Spiderman followed her. ***** The Black Cat struggled for air as Venom pulled her into a dark Black alley. His eyes shown like big white orbs in the darkness. "Well well We have ourselves a little prize." Venom chuckled. Her slowly put his hands on the Black cat's breasts. The tentacle around her throat loosened just enough so that she could breathe while Venom mauled her tits with his long tongue and fingers. The Black Cat pulled her legs up and spread them showing off her hot pink pussy. Venom's tongue began to caress The Black cat's clit. ***** Gwen Stacy began to rotate back and forth as she took a dick in her pussy and her ass. She sat atop a fat greasy mexican while a ripped black thug was behind her pounding her tight shit hole. Gwen stacy was jacking off two thugs and sucking a third's dick while she was being rode. " Ugh ugh ugh ugh gughghu" she slurped as both dick's beat into her pussy and ass non-stop. this was the 5th round of fucking Gwen had received. Her blonde treated hair was dirty and filled with cum. Her mascara ran down her face in streaks of dried cum and piss joined in. the Men got off Gwen and laid her on top of one of the thugs she had been jacking off. the greasy mexican stuck his fat ass in her face and forced her to rim job him. as she was licking his ass he pressed his asshole so tight against her face that when he began to shit she could do nothing, but the long brown snake into her mouth. she began to gag as the long log went down her throat. The thug below her began to pound her sloppy pussy. His was the biggest dick of the whole crew coming in at 17 inches and 4.5 inch diameter. His dick tore apart Gwen's pussy. Bringing her back to the memory of her father fucking her on her first day of high school. **** " Is that the outfit you are really wearing you little slut?" Gwen's father gasped. "Daddy relax all the girls dress like this now a days." Gwen shot back. Mr. Stacy would have no such thing as he strode over and grabbed Gwen by her blonde 14 year old ponytail and dragged her upstairs. "Daddy!" she screamed as he flung her onto his beg her short skirt riding her revealing she was shaven and wearing no underwear. "is everything alright ?" Mrs. Stacy asked walking into the room. "Everythings fine." Mr. stacy said as he kissed his wife and sent her on her way to work. "Be good Gwen." Mrs. stacy said as she left the room. Mr. stacy wasted no time in stripping out of his police uniform. He was 6'5' and 400lbs. he jumped onto his teenage daughter his fat stomach smacking against her 34 b tits. Mr. Stacy pulled Gwen close to him as he rammed into her virgin pussy. He fucked her hard and fast. Blood flew from Gwen' s pussy as Mr. Stacy destroyed her flower. Her pussy muscles wear so tight. Gwen's body started to get wet she couldn't help but moan. "Fuck me harder daddy she yelled as she bounced on his fat dick. ***** Gwen stopped fantasizing as she came on the criminals cock. As soon as the dick was pulled from her pussy another man crawled under to take its place. Another man crawled on tops of her and pulled her nipples till they bleed. He then shoved his cock deep in her pink dripping anus. Gwen began to rock again as her body began to build up on another orgasm. "ugh ugh ugh ugh fuck yesFUCK YES OH MY GOD FUCK MY ASS AND PUSSY!" She cried as the criminals came deep inside her. **** Spider man had Lisa trapped in a dark alley." What do you want Spiderman?" my dad is fighting the Black cat i didn't do shit!" "I know you didn't do anything." Spiderman replied. " I sent the Black cat to distract Venom, so i could get to you." "wha what do you want then?" Lisa stammered . "Oh i think you know."Spiderman said as his plainly visible hard on jiggled in the moon light. "your a super hero you cant do that. " Lisa gasped. " I'm not acting on official business tonight ." Spiderman said as her approached the young teen. Lisa was 16 and had short dyed black hair. She had a rock hard body and a slam slim ass that still seemed to call to all the boys fuck me. Her tits were 32 c and she had dark blue eyes and semi- light skin. As Spiderman began to rape Lisa Venom was balls deep in Black cat's Ass ****** Venom was doggystle with Black cat ramming her in the ass. He back up and slammed into her ass again causing the white flesh to jiggle. the Black cat had went through multiple organism on the giant black cock already and was building up on another. Venom began to pound her ass harder and harder. His dick grew bigger and bigger in her ass. It felt like his dick pushed all the way into her stomach with each thrust. Venom Stuck a tentacle into Black Cat's pussy and that began to thrust in time with his dick in her ass."Oh god Oh god ohgod ohgod oh oh oh oh goddamit!" Black cat yelled as she began to orgasm. " I'm your slut your dirty white whore fuck my pussy fuck my ass cum on my tits fuck my like a bad bitch." Venom pulled his dick out of her ass and slammed it into her pussy with his tentacle stretching Black cat's pussy till it bleed. The Black cat Passed out as Venom shot his seed deep into Black Cat's womb instantly impregnating her with his symbiotic child. ***** Spiderman's dick pushed deeper into Lisa's pussy than any man 's had before. He stretched her like she had never been stretched. Although she had always fantasied about her dad fucking her senseless he never had. She had seen first had the things he could do to women. Spiderman pulled out and gagged lisa on his Dick. Spiderman pumped her head on his 8 inch love stick. "and now for the finale." Spiderman slammed into Lisa deep into her womb cumin and instantly impregnating her as well. Lisa orgasmed with spiderman as she kissed him passionately while he thrust in and out hard a few more times into her. "Fuck me any time you want daddy-o I'm your loyal cum slut from now on." Spiderman said turn around and show me that ass." "yes master." she said crawling to get in position. She couldn't wait for Spiderman to take her ass. end of ultimate hero's part 1 part 2: spiderman and hero's battle symbiotic children that try to take over the city. possible other stars may include; wolverine, mystique, the fantastic four, doc ock, green goblin, electra , storm, the punisher and daredevil any ideas and feedback welcomed thanks

Ultimate Heroes Part 2 Spiderman swung across town back to his apartment. When he arrived he saw Kurt Conners Passed out on the floor. Mary Jane was nowhere to been seen. Spiderman saw the light on in the bathroom. As he approached he saw Mary Jane laying over the toilet. Her belly had begun to swell with the symbiote seed. “ Dammit the stupid bitch!” Spiderman thought. He knew it was too late Mary Jane would give birth to the symbiote child. Spiderman picked up Mary Jane and carried her to the master bed. She struggled lightly. “Please no Peter I don’t feel well.” She said. “ Fuck you bitch you should have gotten rid of the symbiote while we had the chance.” Peter said. Spiderman threw Mary Jane down and climbed on top of her. He spread open her gaping ass cheeks and pulled out his dick. Mary Jane’s ass cheeks were raw and red. Spiderman lined up his dick and slammed forward causing Mary Jane to gasp in pain. He began thrusting in and out of her ass with no remorse for the pain she felt. Mary Jane begged for Spiderman to take his dick out of her ass, but he refused. Pushing her head into the mattress and fucking her ass harder. Spiderman began to buckle as his organism began to build. He pushed deep into Mary Jane’s ass and let his dick spew his thick web into her abused asshole. Mary Jane thought she was done… , but Spiderman had plans yet for her still. As she began to roll over spider man grabbed and spread her legs once again. He lined his hand up at Mary Jane’s pussy. “What are you…” Mary Jane said as Spiderman punched Mary jane as hard as he could in the pussy. His form arm went all the way into Mary Janes gaping cunt. She screamed in pain as her pussy was ripped apart by Spiderman’s massive arm. Spiderman began to twist his arm and pump in and out as Mary Jane screamed for her life embedded on his arm. Her pussy bled all over his arm. Spiderman pulled in and out repeatedly fisting Mary Jane’s pussy. “You stupid bitch (thrust) don’t you (thrust) Ever (thrust) try and fuck with another man again. As Peter tortured Mary Jane Wolverine and Storm were sparring in the hyperbolic chamber. Storm kicked Wolverine in the face. He went flying against the chamber wall. Wolverine couldn’t concentrate, because Storm was wearing a very revealing outfit. Her huge black tits were barely held in by her purple tank top. On bottom she had a skirt so short that Wolverine was sure he could see the edges of her pussy lips. Wolverine pounced slamming storm to the wall. Claws extending into Storm he pinned her arms against the wall. “Looks like you win Logan.” Storm grimaced. “ I’m not done yet .” Logan retorted as he went in for a kiss. Storm tried to push Wolverine off to no avail. Wolverine’s tongue found its way into Storm’s mouth. She could feel herself begin to moisten. Wolverine pulled his claws back and with one big slash left storm standing naked in front of him. Her black tits huge and firm staring him in the face. She had a little pubic trail leading to what could only be one of the finest pussies this Earth had ever seen. Logan Stripped out of his tattered clothes and approached Storm. The rage of the beast was in his eyes as he picked her up and with on motion slammed her all the way down on his 10 in dick. The wind was knocked out of Storm as her eyes began to roll back into her head. She had never taken a dick this big before. Logan began to pump her up and down on his massive pole her black tits slapping him in the face with each pump. Wolverine put Storm up against a wall. Her legs automatically wrapped around his back as he thrust into her darkest depths. Wolverine could feel storm’s pussy contracting around his huge fuck stick. She moaned into his ear as he fucked her harder and harder. Storm let out a howl as Wolverine began to shot load after load of hot spunk deep into her pussy. As Wolverine and Storm came down from their climax Wolverine picked up a weird smell. As he turned around a black blob of ooze shot straight at his face. BOOM! A red beam blasted the ooze at the last second blowing it into thousands of tiny black pieces. “ What the fuck was that?” Wolverine said. Cyclops said, “Your welcome for starters, but it looks like were under attack from some time of symbiote go check on the kids while I contact the professor. The Black Cat was awoken from a loud bang in the alley way. She sat up too see a hulking form blocking out any light from the street. She was in no shape to fight after taking two huge loads of symbiote seed from venom. “Hopefully he doesn’t notice me she thought.” The form started walking deeper into the alley. His skin had a strange green glow to it. “ Oh shit!” Black cat thought “Is that really him?” The hulk pushed his way deeper into the alley. His eyes were stuck on the Black cat’s wet pussy. The Hulk moved forward slowly he was not going to let this hot piece of ass get away from him. The Black Cat tried to roll out of the way, but the hulk caught her with one arm and shoved her up against the wall. The Black Cat could feel the bulge in the hulks pants as he rubbed up against her. It felt like a tree trunk was begin pressed against her back. She winced as she felt the Hulk rip off his shorts. She knew what was too come. She tried to tighten her legs together but the hulk pulled them apart and shoved his three foot dick half way into her fuck box. At only half way in the Black cat already felt like her body was being ripped in too. The hulk took no time gaining speed and momentum as he began to fuck the black cat’s wet pussy. Her pink lips stretched to the max as the huge tree like limb pushed deeper than anything had gone in her pussy. The black cat began to organism like she had never known. Wave after wave of pleasure and pain shot through her body as the Hulk’s dick pummeled her pussy. His dick was so big it was like having a baby every time his huge pole was removed from her snatch. The Hulk ‘s cock began to grow bigger as he began to organism. His tip became the size of two apples as he shot loads of green spunk into the black cat. She fainted on his dick. As he pulled out she feel to the ground in a slump. Eddie brock sat on his bed in his small apartment. The train rattled by through the open window. Eddie heard the door to the apartment open and slam shut. “Lisa must be back,” Eddie thought as he got up and approached the living room and entrance. Lisa was a mess after spiderman have severely raped her a gang of bikers had found her lying naked in the alleyway and taken advantage of her. Lisa’s dark black hair glistened with cum. Her tits swung out in the open as her black shirt had been ripped open exposing her mammoth breasts. Her short skirt was ripped and her lime green thong lay dismantled and wet next to her used pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen and red from the severe beating it had received. Brock was instantly hard as the symbiote began to creep up his leg and make his dick throb. Lisa wouldn’t even notice one more fuck. Brock thought this , but in reality it would be one of the hardest fucks of her life. Brock walked across the room and picked up the stumbling Lisa. Carrying her to the bedroom he instantly stripped revealing the symbiote covering all his body except his face. Brock threw Lisa on the bed. She moaned softly as Brock mounted her missionary style. Reaching down brock pushed his fist into lisa’s destroyed pussy. She screamed in pain as he began to fist her hard. Her pussy was leaking juices all over the bed. Blood cum and sweat dripped of Lisa’s ripe thighs as Brock pummeled her. Brock pulled out his hand and slammed his black cock in Lisa’s cunt. She yelped loudly. “UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGHNNNN!’ “OH DADDY FUCK YOUR LITTLE DIRTY WHORE FUCK ME HARD DADDY!” “FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs. Brock pulled out of Lisa’s pussy and rolled her over doggie style . Lisa tried to get up but brock held her down. He positioned his throbbing dick and slammed into her starfish. Brock’s dick when so far up Lisa’s ass she instantly shit on his dick. “Take it like a dirty bitch” Brock yelled as his balls slapped hard against lisa’s cunt. Lisa could only yell into the pillow head was smashed into as Brock ran a train on her ass. Brock new he was about to cum. He pulled out and slammed into Lisa ‘s dripping pussy. Shit blood and cum moistened the already soaking pussy. Brock couldn’t take much more as his thrust picked up spead. In out in out inoutinout. “FUCK FUCK FUCK take it bitch!!” Brock screamed as his dark sperm shot deep into his daughters bloody womb. She was instantly impregnated. As Brock lay relaxing to bed next to raped daughter he smiled. He could feel his off springs presence in the city. It wouldn’t be long before he had an army of symbiotes. Brock laughed soon he could take over the city and claim all the pussy he ever dreamed of. TO BE CONTINUED…

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Ultimate Heroes Part 2 Spiderman swung across town back to his apartment. When he arrived he saw Kurt Conners Passed out on the floor. Mary Jane was nowhere to been seen. Spiderman saw the light on in the bathroom. As he approached he saw Mary Jane laying over the toilet. Her belly had begun to swell with the symbiote seed. “ Dammit the stupid bitch!” Spiderman thought. He knew it was too late Mary Jane would give birth to the symbiote child. Spiderman picked up Mary Jane and carried her to the master bed. She struggled lightly. “Please no Peter I don’t feel well.” She said. “ Fuck you bitch you should have gotten rid of the symbiote while we had the chance.” Peter said. Spiderman threw Mary Jane down and climbed on top of her. He spread open her gaping ass cheeks and pulled out his dick. Mary Jane’s ass cheeks were raw and red. Spiderman lined up his dick and slammed forward causing Mary Jane to gasp in pain. He began thrusting in and out of her ass with no remorse for the pain she felt. Mary Jane begged for Spiderman to take his dick out of her ass, but he refused. Pushing her head into the mattress and fucking her ass harder. Spiderman began to buckle as his organism began to build. He pushed deep into Mary Jane’s ass and let his dick spew his thick web into her abused asshole. Mary Jane thought she was done… , but Spiderman had plans yet for her still. As she began to roll over spider man grabbed and spread her legs once again. He lined his hand up at Mary Jane’s pussy. “What are you…” Mary Jane said as Spiderman punched Mary jane as hard as he could in the pussy. His form arm went all the way into Mary Janes gaping cunt. She screamed in pain as her pussy was ripped apart by Spiderman’s massive arm. Spiderman began to twist his arm and pump in and out as Mary Jane screamed for her life embedded on his arm. Her pussy bled all over his arm. Spiderman pulled in and out repeatedly fisting Mary Jane’s pussy. “You stupid bitch (thrust) don’t you (thrust) Ever (thrust) try and fuck with another man again. As Peter tortured Mary Jane Wolverine and Storm were sparring in the hyperbolic chamber. Storm kicked Wolverine in the face. He went flying against the chamber wall. Wolverine couldn’t concentrate, because Storm was wearing a very revealing outfit. Her huge black tits were barely held in by her purple tank top. On bottom she had a skirt so short that Wolverine was sure he could see the edges of her pussy lips. Wolverine pounced slamming storm to the wall. Claws extending into Storm he pinned her arms against the wall. “Looks like you win Logan.” Storm grimaced. “ I’m not done yet .” Logan retorted as he went in for a kiss. Storm tried to push Wolverine off to no avail. Wolverine’s tongue found its way into Storm’s mouth. She could feel herself begin to moisten. Wolverine pulled his claws back and with one big slash left storm standing naked in front of him. Her black tits huge and firm staring him in the face. She had a little pubic trail leading to what could only be one of the finest pussies this Earth had ever seen. Logan Stripped out of his tattered clothes and approached Storm. The rage of the beast was in his eyes as he picked her up and with on motion slammed her all the way down on his 10 in dick. The wind was knocked out of Storm as her eyes began to roll back into her head. She had never taken a dick this big before. Logan began to pump her up and down on his massive pole her black tits slapping him in the face with each pump. Wolverine put Storm up against a wall. Her legs automatically wrapped around his back as he thrust into her darkest depths. Wolverine could feel storm’s pussy contracting around his huge fuck stick. She moaned into his ear as he fucked her harder and harder. Storm let out a howl as Wolverine began to shot load after load of hot spunk deep into her pussy. As Wolverine and Storm came down from their climax Wolverine picked up a weird smell. As he turned around a black blob of ooze shot straight at his face. BOOM! A red beam blasted the ooze at the last second blowing it into thousands of tiny black pieces. “ What the fuck was that?” Wolverine said. Cyclops said, “Your welcome for starters, but it looks like were under attack from some time of symbiote go check on the kids while I contact the professor. The Black Cat was awoken from a loud bang in the alley way. She sat up too see a hulking form blocking out any light from the street. She was in no shape to fight after taking two huge loads of symbiote seed from venom. “Hopefully he doesn’t notice me she thought.” The form started walking deeper into the alley. His skin had a strange green glow to it. “ Oh shit!” Black cat thought “Is that really him?” The hulk pushed his way deeper into the alley. His eyes were stuck on the Black cat’s wet pussy. The Hulk moved forward slowly he was not going to let this hot piece of ass get away from him. The Black Cat tried to roll out of the way, but the hulk caught her with one arm and shoved her up against the wall. The Black Cat could feel the bulge in the hulks pants as he rubbed up against her. It felt like a tree trunk was begin pressed against her back. She winced as she felt the Hulk rip off his shorts. She knew what was too come. She tried to tighten her legs together but the hulk pulled them apart and shoved his three foot dick half way into her fuck box. At only half way in the Black cat already felt like her body was being ripped in too. The hulk took no time gaining speed and momentum as he began to fuck the black cat’s wet pussy. Her pink lips stretched to the max as the huge tree like limb pushed deeper than anything had gone in her pussy. The black cat began to organism like she had never known. Wave after wave of pleasure and pain shot through her body as the Hulk’s dick pummeled her pussy. His dick was so big it was like having a baby every time his huge pole was removed from her snatch. The Hulk ‘s cock began to grow bigger as he began to organism. His tip became the size of two apples as he shot loads of green spunk into the black cat. She fainted on his dick. As he pulled out she feel to the ground in a slump. Eddie brock sat on his bed in his small apartment. The train rattled by through the open window. Eddie heard the door to the apartment open and slam shut. “Lisa must be back,” Eddie thought as he got up and approached the living room and entrance. Lisa was a mess after spiderman have severely raped her a gang of bikers had found her lying naked in the alleyway and taken advantage of her. Lisa’s dark black hair glistened with cum. Her tits swung out in the open as her black shirt had been ripped open exposing her mammoth breasts. Her short skirt was ripped and her lime green thong lay dismantled and wet next to her used pussy. Her pussy lips were swollen and red from the severe beating it had received. Brock was instantly hard as the symbiote began to creep up his leg and make his dick throb. Lisa wouldn’t even notice one more fuck. Brock thought this , but in reality it would be one of the hardest fucks of her life. Brock walked across the room and picked up the stumbling Lisa. Carrying her to the bedroom he instantly stripped revealing the symbiote covering all his body except his face. Brock threw Lisa on the bed. She moaned softly as Brock mounted her missionary style. Reaching down brock pushed his fist into lisa’s destroyed pussy. She screamed in pain as he began to fist her hard. Her pussy was leaking juices all over the bed. Blood cum and sweat dripped of Lisa’s ripe thighs as Brock pummeled her. Brock pulled out his hand and slammed his black cock in Lisa’s cunt. She yelped loudly. “UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH UGHNNNN!’ “OH DADDY FUCK YOUR LITTLE DIRTY WHORE FUCK ME HARD DADDY!” “FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs. Brock pulled out of Lisa’s pussy and rolled her over doggie style . Lisa tried to get up but brock held her down. He positioned his throbbing dick and slammed into her starfish. Brock’s dick when so far up Lisa’s ass she instantly shit on his dick. “Take it like a dirty bitch” Brock yelled as his balls slapped hard against lisa’s cunt. Lisa could only yell into the pillow head was smashed into as Brock ran a train on her ass. Brock new he was about to cum. He pulled out and slammed into Lisa ‘s dripping pussy. Shit blood and cum moistened the already soaking pussy. Brock couldn’t take much more as his thrust picked up spead. In out in out inoutinout. “FUCK FUCK FUCK take it bitch!!” Brock screamed as his dark sperm shot deep into his daughters bloody womb. She was instantly impregnated. As Brock lay relaxing to bed next to raped daughter he smiled. He could feel his off springs presence in the city. It wouldn’t be long before he had an army of symbiotes. Brock laughed soon he could take over the city and claim all the pussy he ever dreamed of. TO BE CONTINUED…

Spider man part 3 Ultimate h?s part 1 Gwen Stacy took Spiderman's dick like a pro. She was back against the alley wall as Spiderman pummeled her with his huge cock. Gwen Stacy's big tits swung freely as her legs wrapped around Spiderman's back. Her hips gyrated up and down as spiderman thrust into her receiving pelvis. Stacy's hips ground into Spiderman's dick. Her pussy wrapped around his cock milky it as the hot rod pulled in and out sucking her pussy lips with it as it moved. Gwen's black high heel rubbed against the back of Spiderman's head as she purred. His dick thrust hard and repeatedly making Gwen gasp. She wanted this dick she needed this dick. Gwen had come out in the alley precisely for that reason she wanted to be fucked like the dirty slut she was by some big black gang members, but this was much better. Her pussy burned like it hand't burned since back in the 8th grade giving flash johnson head. Gwen thrust as hard into Spiderman's dick as she could she met each of his heroic packed punches with one of her own hot pussy kisses. If there was a heroic power of being a ho Gwen Stacy had it. ( Probably followed or to be competed with by Mrs. Mary jane) Gwen eyed the criminals lying in the alley many of them were stroking there hard on in the dark corner watching as Spiderman fucked the blonde beauty. Gwen would fuck everyone of them after Spiderman left. They would beat the shit out of her pussy with their dicks as punishment for what Spiderman did to their self esteem. She would be thrown on a dirty mat and chain fucked in the alley for hours.Women would stop by and piss on her face like the dirty slut she was. The crocked cops would stick their batons up her pussy while the fucked her milky white as spanking it hard, and pulling on her swollen pick nipples. Gwen orgasmed hard against Spiderman's cock as she fantasied about what would soon happen to her small pink pussy and anus. ***** Spiderman's spider sense began to tingle as Gwen stacy began to orgasm around his cock. Something was wrong Mary Jane was in trouble. Spiderman wanted to stop fucking Gwen stacy, but knew his dick stood no chance running away from her hot pink pussy. Spiderman began to repeatedly ram Gwen stacy as hard as he could. Her body shook against his as his dick flew into her at high speeds. She moaned loudly as Spiderman's super hero dick assaulted her school girl pussy. Her pussy was defenseless as Spiderman ravaged her deepest pink depths. His loins smacking against her thighs as his balls smacked hard against her anus. Spiderman spun Gwen around hard and jammed a finger into her ass. It plunged in to the knuckle. "Ugh" Gwen Stacy moaned as Spiderman pulled his knuckle and pumped in and out of her tight spinchter. Spiderman pulled out his finger and rubbed his wet dick against her slightly gaping anus. He pushed Gwen stacy against the wall and re-hicked her skirt up as he pushed his dick far into her anus. Spiderman wasted no time coming up to super human speed as he slammed into Gwen's back door hard and repeatedly. "Fuck this bitches back door is tight," he thought as he slammed into her shitter. Spiderman pulled out and spit on his dick. He then spit on her anus and rubbed the spit in. "ooh" cooed Gwen stacy as spiderman pushed his wet member back into her swollen puffy anus. The ring around her anus was turning red from the good dicking Spiderman was giving to her. Spiderman thrust harder and harder into Gwen stacy's butt as he smacked it as hard as he could. Gwen stacy' crunched her face and groaned for dear life as her anus was destroyed. Spiderman sent a fire through her shit hole that made Gwen's hole body vibrate with a passion so strong her pussy gushed turrents as she came in multiple burst organisms. "ugh Fuck" she screamed as hot white fuck juice flew in waves down her tan white leg. Her pussy gushed like it have never gushed before. Her hot pink lips spilled wave after wave of white fluid all over the wall and running down her legs crusting in her slutty fuck boots. Spiderman blasted his hot cum into her awaiting anus. It sucked in load after load of cum tills it could hold no more and cum drizzled down out of her anus and dripped into her pussy,. Spiderman held deep as his orgasm began to subside as the last spirt shot deep into her dark red hole. Spiderman pulled out and let Gwen Stacy fall to the grimy ground . He swung away as he black skirt flapped over covering her dripping pussy and ass. Gwen looked over her shoulder at all the criminals laying on the ground. She flipped her skirt back up and smiled back " Saying lets try this again boys." ***** Spiderman rushed home. He swung fast and hard across the city. racing against time Mary Jane was in trouble. When Spiderman reached home he knew he was too late. Mary jane laid sprawled across the bed the black ooze dripping from her pussy and her ass. Spiderman knew he didn't have much time as he rushed to call Doctor kurt conners. Spiderman left a message on Kurt's phone he needed the doctor's help now or Mary Jane was doomed to give birth to his arch- nemesis's seed. Spiderman kissed his wife goodbye he knew there was nothing he could do till Kurt Conners arrived. He ran too the window." It was time to go see a friend" Spiderman thought as he jumped out the window. He was going to need all the help he could get on this one. It was night time when Spiderman arrived on the dark roof top. He tracked her here it had taken him all afternoon. He knew she was still up her and that he had best be ready for a confrontation. A black form streaked out of the night and knocked Spiderman onto his back and dark boot with white fur running up it kicked him in the face before the figure did a double back flip off his body and landed in a low cat like position. Spiderman spit a little blood from his mouth as he flipped up. "Black cat im in no mood to play. It's about Mary Jane i need your help." The black cat replied," Oh so that is that bimbo your always talking about Mary Jane this Mary Jane that yet who always comes to fuck the black cat?" Spiderman retorted, " You and i both no that's not the truth you just can't get enough of my big cock and are always jealous that it wasn't me and you that worked out." "Maybe so," The Black cat sniffled mockingly. " But who is still out on a dark night looking for a shady encounter rather than be at home warm with your wife protecting her little defenseless pussy." " Black cat i need your help i need a big favor you owe me one. Venom raped my wife i have a plan but i need your help i need you to distract Venom for awhile so i can teach him a lesson he will never forget. This time it's going to be personnal." The Black cat said " I like the darkness Spidey but im afraid not even i can distract Venom that long you know his mind is only on one thing, and i don't know i can handle him i heard he had such a massive thing." She snickered. "Shut the fuck up!" Spiderman yelled as he flew across the building punching Black cat hard knocking her sprawling across the building roof. " the Black cat winced " I' ll make you a deal Spiderman here are my conditions.." "No I'm tired of playing around" Spiderman said as he lept across the building landing and pinning the Black cat beneath him. the Black cat wore a black body sticker that cover her from head to toe. It was more like paint it was so thin and tight to the body. The sticker covered all her body, but cut out her mouth eyes ass tits and inner thighs. She wore white fur that draped over her huge tits and her pussy. Her ass was shown freely as she pranced around town. The black cat struggled below Spiderman trying to get free. Spider man held her down by cupping her massive tits and smacking them hard if she began to push to hard. Spiderman leaned in his body to hold her down as he freed his cock from his pants. The Black Cat struggled harder as she felt Spiderman's penis slap against her. Spiderman used his hands to pry open the black cats thighs. Her white inner thighs shown in the darkness as spiderman lifted his hips onto hers as he positioned his dick at the bottom of her pussy. The Black cat's pussy lips were lined with thick fluffy white hair like the hair from a silky cat. Her lips were still a luscious pink under the silky white hair. Spiderman shoved forward into her hot fuck hole. The black cat grimaced as her pussy was speared apart by Spiderman's large dick. Spiderman held her hips apart and down as he repeatedly thrust into her juicy fuck box. Her pussy muscle's grabbed Spiderman's dick stretching to the max as his big rode pushed deep into her darkest deeps. The black cat tried to scoot away, but Spiderman grabbed her scooting body and slammed it back onto his dick harder than before. He then pushed her off and away again and pulled her back hard using his fuck stick to pulverize her pussy cat. " who's the scared pussy cat now ," Spiderman yelled as he fucked The black cat. He used to mercy as he slammed into her using his dick to punch her pussy harder than he had ever hit a criminal. The Black cat's pussy was being driven into a coma. She began to pass out in series of orgasmic pleasure as her pussy let loose all over Spiderman's huge dick. her body shook and she moaned unintentionally. Her hips thrusting back and moving in a circular motion with every thrust of Spiderman's cock. Spiderman began to cum on the black cat's pussy. He smacked her tits and watch them bounce sky ward in the dark night. The Black cat began to come back to consciousness as the waves of orgasms began to leave her. Spiderman's jizz dripped out of her soaking pussy. His jizz was mixed with rivers of her hot pussy juice. She put her hand down wiped up a handful of juice and sucked it down moaning. "Mhmmmm Spiderman thanks for raping me that's just what i wanted after the way you treated me i ll do anything for you, but first lets start with this ." she said as she rolled over and put her ass up in the air. "Goddamit !"Spiderman thought as he got up on his knees positioning himself behind her ass. "She used me again." He thought. ****** Doctor Kurt Connors rushed into the Parkers apartment. Spiderman had called and left an urgent message. He walked back to the back bedroom where Mary Jane laid sprawled on the bed. "Mary Jane wake Up!" Connors said. Mary Jane snapped awake as she realized Doctor Kurt Connors was staring at her naked body. She immediately tried to hide herself. Doctor Kurt Connors had a visible hard on and was sweating and look disheveled. His black hair was matted and he looked extremely pasty. His hands began to quivel. "Mary Jane I'm here to help you we must act fast so you don't give birth to a symbiote child:" "Doctor Connors are you alright?" Mary Jane said as he began to turn colors. "No ugh." Doctor Kurt conners said as he dropped to the floor. "The only way to cure you is lizard cum." " I have to become the lizard to save you." "Won't that be dangerous?" Mary jane quirped. "We don't have a choice right now Spiderman has saved the city before from my lizard army, but it would be nearly impossible to stop an army of symbiotes." Doctor Connors clothes ripped to shreds as he became the lizard. The lizard stood up he was 6'8" with dark red eyes and weighing in at 325 lbs of pure animal muscle. His cock stood out like a pyramid 2 feet long and as thick as a baseball bat. The tip oozed green lizard precut. "There is no way that thing is going into me!" Mary jane said as she rolled over and grabbed her robe trying to cover up her body as quickly as possible. The Lizard hissed , " Don't you remember im a super villain?" as he pounced onto the bed. THe lizard rolled Mary Jane over and ripped off the robe with his sharp claws. His tail smacked her arms down and pinned her legs open. The Lizard used his bulky arms to line his massive dick up with Mary Jane's sloppy anus. He slowly began to thrust in penetrating her anus just barely. Only half an inch slid in and Mary Jane thought she could take no more. The Lizard's dick was just to big for her small anus. The Lizard began thrusting in and out slowly adding the amount of dick that was shoved into Mary Jane's wanton ass. Mary Jane could feel her ass ripe open as blood streamed out of her shit hole. She immediately shit on the lizard dick as all two feet slammed into her back door. The skin between her ass and pussy with so tight that with each thrust Mary jane went through an orgasms. The Lizard fucked her ass hard for a full five minutes while Mary jane consistently orgasmed. She had never cum so hard in her life. The lizard began to shoot his green acid spunk deep into her ass.The spunk burned the ooze in her ass. leaving her ass gaping, but clean. The lizard began to shrink and slowly turn into Kurt Connors. " Your pussy will just have to wait for a bit i've never came so hard off an ass before." "There is no way my pussy is ready for that!" Mary Jane stuttered. "I was a virgin until Peter and i got married." "Please Mary Jane i remember in college hearing you in class screaming as you were gangbanged in the bathroom down the hall. How Peter never noticed how dirty of a slut you were is beyond me." Connors said. "Plus you don't have a choice." he said as he began to stroke his dick. Mary Jane hit Connors as hard as she could outside the head knocking him out cold. " Peter taught me a few things about fighting." She thought as she shook her aching fist. She would just have to give birth to this symbiotic creature and deal with the consequences later. **** The Black cat landed on the roof of the poor apartment complex. This was the wrong side of downtown New York. These streets were some of the worst projects. Eddie Brock's daughter lived down her. Most people heard about the stories of Eddie Brock and left his daughter alone. No man was ever dumb enough to approach her for fear of what may happen if Venom was around. Spiderman landed next to the Black cat." Remember the deal distract him." Spiderman said. The black cat flipped off the roof and fell five stories landing on the side walk. She went out to the street and kicked in the window on Lisa Brock's car. Lisa Brock Rushed outside from her apartment guns blazing and firing at Black Cat. The Black Cat spun and dodged all the bullets. She jumped in the air doing a spinning kick knocking the gun out of Lisa's hand and knocking Lisa to the ground. Lisa began to crawl away as the Black Cat walked up and kicked her hard in the gut. Swish a tentacle shot out in the night and grabbed the Black cat around the throat choking her. " Run Lisa daddy has to take car of a little business. " Venom said. Lisa ran off into the night. High above Spiderman followed her. ***** The Black Cat struggled for air as Venom pulled her into a dark Black alley. His eyes shown like big white orbs in the darkness. "Well well We have ourselves a little prize." Venom chuckled. Her slowly put his hands on the Black cat's breasts. The tentacle around her throat loosened just enough so that she could breathe while Venom mauled her tits with his long tongue and fingers. The Black Cat pulled her legs up and spread them showing off her hot pink pussy. Venom's tongue began to caress The Black cat's clit. ***** Gwen Stacy began to rotate back and forth as she took a dick in her pussy and her ass. She sat atop a fat greasy mexican while a ripped black thug was behind her pounding her tight shit hole. Gwen stacy was jacking off two thugs and sucking a third's dick while she was being rode. " Ugh ugh ugh ugh gughghu" she slurped as both dick's beat into her pussy and ass non-stop. this was the 5th round of fucking Gwen had received. Her blonde treated hair was dirty and filled with cum. Her mascara ran down her face in streaks of dried cum and piss joined in. the Men got off Gwen and laid her on top of one of the thugs she had been jacking off. the greasy mexican stuck his fat ass in her face and forced her to rim job him. as she was licking his ass he pressed his asshole so tight against her face that when he began to shit she could do nothing, but the long brown snake into her mouth. she began to gag as the long log went down her throat. The thug below her began to pound her sloppy pussy. His was the biggest dick of the whole crew coming in at 17 inches and 4.5 inch diameter. His dick tore apart Gwen's pussy. Bringing her back to the memory of her father fucking her on her first day of high school. **** " Is that the outfit you are really wearing you little slut?" Gwen's father gasped. "Daddy relax all the girls dress like this now a days." Gwen shot back. Mr. Stacy would have no such thing as he strode over and grabbed Gwen by her blonde 14 year old ponytail and dragged her upstairs. "Daddy!" she screamed as he flung her onto his beg her short skirt riding her revealing she was shaven and wearing no underwear. "is everything alright ?" Mrs. Stacy asked walking into the room. "Everythings fine." Mr. stacy said as he kissed his wife and sent her on her way to work. "Be good Gwen." Mrs. stacy said as she left the room. Mr. stacy wasted no time in stripping out of his police uniform. He was 6'5' and 400lbs. he jumped onto his teenage daughter his fat stomach smacking against her 34 b tits. Mr. Stacy pulled Gwen close to him as he rammed into her virgin pussy. He fucked her hard and fast. Blood flew from Gwen' s pussy as Mr. Stacy destroyed her flower. Her pussy muscles wear so tight. Gwen's body started to get wet she couldn't help but moan. "Fuck me harder daddy she yelled as she bounced on his fat dick. ***** Gwen stopped fantasizing as she came on the criminals cock. As soon as the dick was pulled from her pussy another man crawled under to take its place. Another man crawled on tops of her and pulled her nipples till they bleed. He then shoved his cock deep in her pink dripping anus. Gwen began to rock again as her body began to build up on another orgasm. "ugh ugh ugh ugh fuck yesFUCK YES OH MY GOD FUCK MY ASS AND PUSSY!" She cried as the criminals came deep inside her. **** Spider man had Lisa trapped in a dark alley." What do you want Spiderman?" my dad is fighting the Black cat i didn't do shit!" "I know you didn't do anything." Spiderman replied. " I sent the Black cat to distract Venom, so i could get to you." "wha what do you want then?" Lisa stammered . "Oh i think you know."Spiderman said as his plainly visible hard on jiggled in the moon light. "your a super hero you cant do that. " Lisa gasped. " I'm not acting on official business tonight ." Spiderman said as her approached the young teen. Lisa was 16 and had short dyed black hair. She had a rock hard body and a slam slim ass that still seemed to call to all the boys fuck me. Her tits were 32 c and she had dark blue eyes and semi- light skin. As Spiderman began to rape Lisa Venom was balls deep in Black cat's Ass ****** Venom was doggystle with Black cat ramming her in the ass. He back up and slammed into her ass again causing the white flesh to jiggle. the Black cat had went through multiple organism on the giant black cock already and was building up on another. Venom began to pound her ass harder and harder. His dick grew bigger and bigger in her ass. It felt like his dick pushed all the way into her stomach with each thrust. Venom Stuck a tentacle into Black Cat's pussy and that began to thrust in time with his dick in her ass."Oh god Oh god ohgod ohgod oh oh oh oh goddamit!" Black cat yelled as she began to orgasm. " I'm your slut your dirty white whore fuck my pussy fuck my ass cum on my tits fuck my like a bad bitch." Venom pulled his dick out of her ass and slammed it into her pussy with his tentacle stretching Black cat's pussy till it bleed. The Black cat Passed out as Venom shot his seed deep into Black Cat's womb instantly impregnating her with his symbiotic child. ***** Spiderman's dick pushed deeper into Lisa's pussy than any man 's had before. He stretched her like she had never been stretched. Although she had always fantasied about her dad fucking her senseless he never had. She had seen first had the things he could do to women. Spiderman pulled out and gagged lisa on his Dick. Spiderman pumped her head on his 8 inch love stick. "and now for the finale." Spiderman slammed into Lisa deep into her womb cumin and instantly impregnating her as well. Lisa orgasmed with spiderman as she kissed him passionately while he thrust in and out hard a few more times into her. "Fuck me any time you want daddy-o I'm your loyal cum slut from now on." Spiderman said turn around and show me that ass." "yes master." she said crawling to get in position. She couldn't wait for Spiderman to take her ass. end of ultimate hero's part 1 part 2: spiderman and hero's battle symbiotic children that try to take over the city. possible other stars may include; wolverine, mystique, the fantastic four, doc ock, green goblin, electra , storm, the punisher and daredevil any ideas and feedback welcomed thanks

"I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing." "Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies." The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights. "Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned. "Perv," Jenn growled, but she knew wouldn't have him any other way. "All I'm saying is..." Dan started. "... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly. She couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach, or perhaps a bit lower down, the thrill at the very idea. "Well..." Dan flushed. "You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn." "No promises," Dan grinned back. >> "You can do this," Jenn told herself, nervously, tugging at the hemline of the slinky black dress. "You want to do this. It will be fun." She was fairly certain buying the little dress in the first place had been Dan's idea. He'd said she would look hot in it. Considering her reflection in the hotel room mirror, Jenn had to admit he had a point. The dress's little spaghetti straps left her shoulders bare, showing off her fair skin down to the swell of her breasts - not huge, but not bad, she thought. The dress clung to her curves, emphasizing the tight belly she worked hard to maintain. The hemline was worrying. It was low enough to be decent, but seriously bordered on slutty. Tugging the hem down had helped a little, until she noticed that her tits were now in danger of popping out the top. With a sign, she gave it up. Grabbing her little clutch purse, she walked out of the hotel room before she changed her mind. With a grin, she pulled her phone out of her purse. After all, half the point of doing this was to give Dan a thrill, and she couldn't do that if she didn't keep him in the loop. As she walked down the hotel hall, she hit speed dial. "Hi, honey. How's the conference?" Dan answered. "Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn said breezily. "Having fun?" Dan sounded amused. "Oh yeah," Jenn replied, dripping sarcasm. "I just love it. What are you up to?" "Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off," Dan lied. Laughing, Jenn rolled her eyes. "You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?" "How did you know?" Dan asked. "We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out. "Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?" "Well..." Jenn hesitated, suddenly nervous again. "What are you doing?" The sound of Dan's excitement was like ice and fire in her veins. "I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Looking for a guy?" Dan said, teasing. "Perv," Jenn laughed, feeling that low-down flutter. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..." "But what?" Dan said slowly. "Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied. "Yes?" With a wicked grin, Jenn noticed a mirror in the hallway. Striking as sultry a pose as she could, she snapped off pic with her phone and sent it. "Wow." His response was breathless. "I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn teased, thrilled that his response was everything she'd wanted. She didn't, however, expect what came next... though in retrospect, she knew she probably should have. "Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked. "Yes... perv," Jenn replied, with a nervous laugh. Admittedly, the little black thong she had on under the dress wasn't much, but it was there. "Take 'em off," Dan said. "No," Jenn gasped, shocked. "Take your panties off," Dan insisted. "No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is." "Off. Right now." "Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily. In fact, she'd reached the elevators at the end of the hall. Sure, it was empty now but someone could arrive at any moment. She could see herself reflected in the mirrored surface of the elevators doors, sexy in a slinky dress. Dan said nothing. He was just waiting, she knew, daring her to do it, to step the game up one more notch. The little low-down flutter had become a full, rolling wave... a sultry, hot, wet wave. Before she could lose her nerve, she reached up under the little dress and quickly pulled off her thong. Glancing at her reflection, she saw that, in the process, the perilously short hemline of her dress had been pushed from slutty to indecent. Flush with excitement, she pulled her dress up to allow an unobstructed peek at her pussy, snapped a quick pic of her reflection and sent it to Dan. "Beautiful," Dan panted over the phone. "I'll call you later, perv." Jenn's voice was husky to her own ears as she hung up. A second later the elevator dinged and the doors open. Jenn stood frozen, feeling sudden empathy for the proverbial deer caught in headlights. Despite her desperate desire to squeak and pull her dress down, she didn't move. Two men, plainly attendees at the same conference, stepped from the elevator, glancing at her with polite smiles. Both men froze suddenly. She saw their eyes widen as they took her in, her slinky black dress, her heaving cleavage, her hiked up skirt and the neatly trimmed landing strip of her naked pussy. Red-faced, one of the men looked quickly away and walked on past. The other man hesitated for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Under his hot gaze, Jenn felt a surge of unmistakable desire. She made no move to cover herself. She didn't want to. "Good evening," the man said with a grin and then walked past her. Breathing heavily, Jenn stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. It wasn't until she noticed her reflection the door again that she finally moved to fix her dress. >> Like what U C perv? Jenn's heart was racing as she fired off the text message to Dan, thinking about the picture she'd just sent. After inadvertently flashing the two men at the elevator, Jenn had been unable to concentrate on hanging out with her friends - really coworkers attending the conference with her. The talk, griping about work, supervisors and spouses, was all the same talk they had back home. Jenn's mind had kept wandering back to the elevator, to the looks the two men had given her as she stood there, bottomless. She couldn't shake the idea that Dan would love to hear about it, would probably ask why she hadn't fucked one of them. She thought about the second man, the long, hungry look he had given her, and wondered what she would have said, what she would have done, if he'd propositioned her. Finally, distracted from the banal chatter, she'd gotten up and gone over to the bar. Sitting at a bar stool, she'd felt her slinky black rise wickedly higher, felt the cool air teasing her naked thighs, and wondered how many of the guys were trying to peek up her skirt. That idea had started another wicked thought that grew in her mind until she had finally decided to give into it. As nonchalantly as possible, she'd taken out her phone, held it down by her knees and spread her legs. A quick click, and she'd taken a picture of her exposed pussy in a bar full of men, a picture which was now on its way to Dan along with her teasing text. She knew he'd love it. Glancing around the bar, she wondered if anyone had seen. After a few minutes, Dan hadn't replied to her text. She was disappointed before she realized the time difference might mean he hadn't seen it. She fired off another. JENN: U up? Haha Still no reply. "Excuse me, miss." Jenn jumped as the man's voice broke through her distraction. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, with a friendly smile. His name was Tim. He was staying at the hotel, attending the same conference she was. They talked for a while about the day's seminars, their respective workplaces, the hotel in general. Tim was friendly, flirty without being pushy, and Jenn found herself relaxing and enjoying herself. After a while, when Tim turned his attention to the bartender to refresh their drinks, she fired off another text to Dan, teasing that a guy had gotten her a drink. "Good phone," Tim said, looking back at her. "It's OK," Jenn shrugged. "Did the picture come out?" Tim said nonchalantly. "Picture?" Jenn felt suddenly hot and cold all at once. "What picture?" The bartender choose that moment to call Tim over, leaving Jenn shivering briefly in shock. She quickly fired off another text to Dan: OMG I think he saw me take that pic! By the time Tim got back, apologizing and explaining that there had been some error with his credit card, Jenn had managed to regain the appearance of calm, though her heart was pounding. "So," she said, trying to sound cool. "You saw me take a picture." "Maybe just a peek, really," Tim admitted with a barely hidden grin. "Really?" Jenn drawled, teasing. Tim just grinned, trying unsuccessfully to hide a glance down at her thighs. Jenn fidgeted in her seat. "So, who was it for?" Tim asked. "The picture. Was it for someone?" "My guy back home," Jenn admitted, feeling oddly relaxed about it suddenly. "Dan. He has these fantasies. I thought I'd indulge him a little." "Fantasies of you flashing at a bar?" Tim grinned. "Among other things," Jenn confessed, blushing. "Really?" Tim focused on his drink. Jenn leaned closer to him, speaking more softly. "Dan told me to take off my panties, before I came down to the bar." Tim's eyes flashed back down to her thighs again. "Did he? Had you leave them in your room." "No," Jenn said slowly. "They're in my purse. He had me take them off in the hallway." "He wants you to get seen, does he?" Tim's gaze rose to lock with Jenn's eyes. She felt a flush of heat rising in her cheeks and spreading down her neck. "Well, I did take a picture of my pussy in a bar full of people for him," she said. "How far do you want to go?" Tim's voice was low, husky. "What did you have in mind?" Jenn felt the blush spreading down her chest. "Give me your phone," Tim grinned. Slowly, Jenn slide it over. Grinning, Tim picked the phone up and took a couple of steps back. "Give ol' Dan a thrill," Tim said. Heart pounding, Jenn glanced around, looking at the other people around the bar. What the hell, she thought and spread her legs again on the barstool, exposing her bare pussy to Tim's gaze, and the gaze of anyone else who happened to look over. As Tim raised the phone to snap a pic, Jenn threw caution to the wind. With a quick motion, she grabbed the top of her slinky dress and pulled it down, flashing a naked tit too. Tim clicked the picture and stepped quickly back toward her. Hastily, Jenn covered herself again. Her heart was racing, and she was sure that blush covered her entire chest. The heat of it seemed to reach down toward the heat rising from her thighs. She wondered if Tim had noticed how wet her pussy was. Taking her phone back, she looked at the picture and smiled. Quickly, she sent it to Dan. She wondered if he would see it before morning. "There you go," Tim said smirking. "That ought to give ol' Dan what he wants." "Not even," Jenn laughed. "Really?" Tim looked intrigued. Leaning closer to her, he continued quietly, "You just flashed your tit -very nice tit, by the way - to like half the guys in this bar and at least a few of them will have noticed the 'no panties' bit too. What more does your guy want?" "Well," Jenn said, leaning closer too, until their faces were almost touching. "He has this fantasy." "What fantasy," Tim breathed. "He wants me to... fuck... another guy," Jenn's breath was coming in shallow gasps. "Like, here, at the conference. For real. Basically, he's a perv. Crazy, right?" "Crazy," Tim agreed. For a moment they just sat, their faces so close together. Jenn wondered if he was going kiss her. "What do you think?" Tim asked finally. "About what?" Jenn was puzzled. "About his fantasy." "I think..." Jenn paused. "I think I like it. I think... maybe I might do it. If I find the right guy." "Well," Tim leaned back suddenly, settling back in his seat. "If you find him, I'm sure you won't have any trouble convincing him." "Really," Jenn said, looking flatly at him. "Because I think maybe he might not be interested." "Not possible," Tim said. "If a beautiful, intelligent woman like you asked... I bet almost any guy here would jump at the chance." "You, sir, are a charmer and a gentleman," Jenn grinned. "Well, I try," Tim admitted with a smirk. "I am going back to my room now," Jenn said. "Well, good night." "Really? That's all? 'Good night'?" "Well..." "I am all alone here. My guy - the perv who wants me to fuck another guy, you recall - is all the way on the other side of the country. I have... no panties on and I am very... very horny. It seems to me that a gentleman would escort me back to my room. After all, anything could happen... anything." >> Jenn's hands shook as she fumbled to pull her hotel keycard from her purse. After her sultry almost-invitation in the bar, the ride up in the elevator had been oddly quiet. Tim had been calm, flashing his flirty smile but nothing more. Letting her take the lead, Jenn realized. She couldn't believe how nervous she felt. After all, she was only inviting a strange man she had just met at a conference up to her hotel room for sex because her guy... ok, she admitted, she could believe how nervous she was. What she couldn't believe was how excited she was, or how hard it was to take that stupid plastic card out of her purse. She jumped slightly when Tim's hand closed gently over her arm. "You don't have to do this, you know," he said softly. With that, her nervousness vanished as if it had never been. Slowly Jenn turned, her body brushing against Tim's as she reached up and kissed him. Her lips softly explored his. His arms closed around her, holding her firmly. "I want to," she breathed. His arms tightened around her, pulling her against him, kissing her with growing passion. She could feel his growing hardness pressing against her. "What do you want?" he said teasingly. "I want you to fuck me," Jenn panted. Tim dragged her mouth back to his, his lips and tongue hungrily exploring hers. His hands roamed over her back, reaching downward to cup her ass. Jenn moaned against him. She felt him pulling up the hem of her slinky little dress, felt his hands squeezing her naked ass, there in the hotel hallway. Her entire body quivered with desire. Pushing away enough to speak again, Jenn panted, "Let me... oohhh... let me open the door." Squirming in Tim's embrace, she managed to turn enough to face the door again and clawed at her purse for the keycard. Tim's hands continued to explore her body, squeezing her ass, rubbing along her side and her belly, reaching up to cup her breast. She managed to get the keycard out of her purse around the same time he pulled her dress down to expose her tits. His hard cock ground against her bare ass. She groaned as his fingers flicked over her sensitive nipple. "If you don't let me get this door open," Jenn moaned, "we are going to end up fucking in the hall." "Bet ol' Dan would love that," Tim muttered as he kissed her neck, his roaming fingers reaching around to brush along the wet folds of her naked pussy. Jenn groaned in response, forcing the keycard into the door and practically running inside as it finally opened. "Oh my god. This is so crazy," Jenn laughed as she heard the door swing close behind her. Unconsciously, her hands slid up her sides, moving to smooth her shirt. "Don't you dare," Tim chuckled. "What?" Jenn glanced over her shoulder at him, feeling a nervous flutter as she realized she was alone, in her hotel room, with him. "Don't fix your dress," Tim said. "Looks good just the way it is." "With my ass hanging out, you mean," Jenn smiled, her hands sliding down to cup her butt. "Exactly," Tim grinned. "You have a very nice ass." "You like it?" Jenn asked teasingly. "It's not too big?" "Your ass is firm and round. You have a beautiful ass," Tim replied. "Give me your phone." "My phone?" Jenn puzzled at the non-sequitur. "Well, I could take a picture with mine..." Tim said, reaching into his pocket. "Oh, no," Jenn replied, digging into her purse and tossing her phone to him. "That's how embarrassing pictures end up on the internet." "Precisely," Tim said, snapping a quick pic. "I mean, you wouldn't want to do anything crazy." "Absolutely not," Jenn laughed, cupping her ass and bending over slightly. "I am a very respectable woman, after all. I would never do anything wild or out of control. You know that, right?" She grinned as she looked back him, spreading her legs a little more. "Of course not," Tim nodded seriously. "And, after all, you're in a committed relationship so clearly you wouldn't want anyone to think you did anything inappropriate. Now turn around, so I can see your tits." Still laughing, Jenn turned, arching her back to show off her breasts. She couldn't believe she was doing this, standing in her hotel room, her slinky dress bunched up around her waist, letting a strange man snap pictures of her bare ass and tits... and pussy, she realized. Her smile faded as her breath quickened. Her eyes met Tim's and she saw, behind his joking and grins, a desire that reflected her own. For a long moment, they just stood there, facing each other across the room. Slowly, her eyes fixed on Tim's, Jenn slid the slinky dress's tiny spaghetti straps from her shoulders. She pushed the bunched fabric of the dress down past her hips, letting it slip down her legs to pool around her feet. Finally, she stepped out of her heels and took a step toward him. "You're gorgeous," Tim said huskily, then his teasing grin appeared again as he snapped another pic. "More pictures?" Jenn shook her head. "Well, I bet ol' Dan will get a thrill out of them," Tim replied lightly. "All right," Jenn said, stepping closer, moving quickly to hide her nervousness. "Let's take some pictures that will give him a real thrill." With firm deliberation, before she could chicken out, Jenn grabbed hold of Tim's slacks, undid the button and dropped to her knees in front of him. "Take some pictures that will really drive him wild," she said, forcing down Tim's zipper and pulling his pants down. "Oh my god," she breathed softly as Tim's dick jumped free of his boxers. Even only semi-erect, it was long, thick and veiny, plainly different from Dan's. So what, Jenn thought to herself as she wrapped quivering fingers around the thickening shaft. She'd seen other dicks. She'd held other dicks, but never a stranger's, and never while she was with another guy. Above her, Tim groaned in pleasure and that, it seemed, was enough to finally settle her nerves. Smiling, she looked up at him, at his face glazed with desire as she stroked his length. She looked up at the camera lens of her phone. Dan wanted this, she thought. He'd said so often enough. She'd sucked dick plenty of times before, she thought as her lips closed around Tim's thick tip. This time Tim would get to enjoy her mouth, enjoy her tongue swirling around him, and later Dan would get to enjoy seeing the pictures of his long, thick hard cock as it disappeared between her lips. "Oh, yes, that's so good," Tim moaned. Jenn quivered with desire. She felt nasty, kneeling there naked, eagerly bobbing her head up and down Tim's cock while he continued to take occasional pictures. "So good," Tim moaned again. "Oh yeah, so good. Fuck." "Yes," Jenn purred, keeping her lips against Tim's thick cock. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Tim." Groaning, Tim pulled his cock from her warm mouth. His strong hands grabbed her shoulders and lifted Jenn to her feet. She shivered with excitement as he pushed her slowly backward toward the bed. "This what you want?" Tim growled, his eyes intense. "Yes," Jenn panted. "I want this." "You like sucking my cock?" Tim's hands firmly cupped Jenn's heaving tits, squeezing and caressing them. She moaned as he roughly played with her sensitive nipples. "Yes," Jenn gasped. "You have such a nice, big cock. I love sucking your cock. Now I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your nice, big cock, Tim." She cried out as Tim pushed her roughly down onto the bed. Like an animal, he pounced over her. She moaned as his mouth latched onto her tits, roughly sucking and nipping at her sensitive mounds. "Oh, Tim," Jenn gasped as he kissed and bit down her side. "Hey, not so... oh, wow... oh... oh... Oh. My. God!" She cried out as he buried his face in her pussy. She arched her hips to meet him as his tongue parted her wet lips and lashed furiously against her clit. "Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod! Yes, there. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh. Oooohhhh, myyyy, God!" Jenn's whole body arched in pleasure, quivering as her shockingly sudden orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed, panting, onto the bed. Shivering, she looked up to see Tim looming over her, tossing the last of his clothes away. Out of a staid business suit, he looked powerful, muscular and wild. His long, thick cock stood proudly against his hard abs. "Tell me," he growled. "Tell me what you want." "I want..." Jenn gasped. "I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me." He pushed closer, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it toward her dripping pussy. In the other hand... "My phone?" Jenn giggled. "I want ol' Dan to see this," Tim said firmly. "I want your pervy guy to see the moment, the exact moment, my cock... a stranger's cock... enters his woman. I want the perv to have this to jerk to... his Jenn's beautiful pussy taking another man's.... cock!" Jenn moaned as his tip entered her, parting her lips and stretching her slowly open. She shivered at his words, and at the nasty, wicked feeling of his strange cock inside her. She was doing it, she realized. She was letting a strange man fuck her. Her whole body arched up to meet him as his long shaft slowly filled her. "Yeah," Tim groaned. "He's going to like seeing this." "Put the phone down," Jenn purred. "Put that fucking phone away and fuck me." "Is that what you want?" Tim smiled wickedly, lightly tossing Jenn's phone aside. "Yes." She looked at him, thrilling to the hungry look in his eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me." Tim slowly pulled his cock back, until only the tip rested just within her dripping pussy. "You want a guy you just met to fuck you. A stranger, to fill you up with his cock." "Yes." Jenn writhed under him. "Yes, fuck me now." She gasped as Tim grabbed her waist. Her eyes locked on his as her body arched toward him. With a grunt, he thrust into her, filling her up with one swift motion. Their hips rocked together, her wet folds opening to receive him deep inside her. Jenn's whole body tingled as he thrust into her again and again, deep, steady, powerful thrusts that filled her over and over. She reveled in the feeling and the unshakable thought of how wicked this was. Wild, carnal pleasure climbed through her, exploding as she came again. "Oh my god!" she cried out, shaking as her body convulsed around his thrusting member. "Are you... still going?" "I'm not finished," Tim grinned, continuing to slide slowly inside her. "Not by a long shot." "Oh... my... god..." Jenn moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into her. She let herself go, moaning and crying out with wild, forbidden pleasure. Throughout, she kept her eyes on him, watching his unfamiliar body moving over hers, staring into his stranger's face has he grunted and thrust into her. Lust and pleasure climbed, peaked again with her desperate cries, and madly started to climb once more. Suddenly, Tim paused in his seemly tireless fucking. "What's that?" "What?" Jenn panted. It took a moment for her to realize that a new sound had been intruding on the moaning, grunting and slapping of flesh against flesh. A musical, birdlike chiming sound. It took another moment for Jenn to recognize the sound. "Oh, it's my phone." "Seriously?" Tim pushed himself slowly back inside her. "Someone's calling you now?" "Text alert," Jenn gasped. "Probably.... ooohhhh... Dan." "Dan? Ol' Dan!?" Tim laughed. Jenn groaned as Tim quickly pulled himself from her body. She felt shockingly empty, without him inside her. She was relieved to see that Tim staggered slightly as he stood. She watched, amused at the sight of his thick cock bobbing ahead of him as he fumbled around on the floor, grabbing her phone. "Hey, we missed a few," Tim grinned down at her phone. "Text from Dan: 'Hot pic." "Oh my god," Jenn buried her face in her hands, wondering which of the many naughty pics her guy was talking about. "'You naughty tease'," Tim read out. "Give it to me." Jenn reached out for the phone. "'Fell asleep. You have fun flashing the bar?'," Tim read. "Poor guy, he's missed all the fun. Should I send him some of our new pics?" "No!" Jenn gasped. "Give me my phone." "'You still up?'," Tim chuckled. "I certainly am," he added, flexing his raging hard cock. "Give it to me!" Jenn reached out for her phone. "Damn right I will," Tim grinned, leaping back onto the bed. Jenn squealed as he flipped her over onto her belly and dropped himself onto her back. She felt his slick, hard cock pressing between her thighs. "Not what I meant." Her gasp turned into a groan as he penetrated her again. "Here," Tim said into her ear. "You should really answer him." He started thrusting again, even harder and more passionate than before. The phone dropped in front of Jenn's face. "Go on, answer him." Tim grunted, pounding into her. Fumbling, Jenn grabbed her phone and tried to type out a reply. JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater Tim was driving fiercely into her now. Her whole body shook from the force of him in her. Tim was going wild, she realized, at the thought of her being on the phone with Dan while he fucked her. That idea, and his powerful thrusts, sent her own pleasure spiraling upward. She was dimly aware of the phone chiming again and again. DAN: U drunk lol? DAN: Jenn? DAN: U ok? DAN: JENN?!? She knew she had to respond with something. Desperately, she tried to cling to the phone long enough to type out a reply. JENN: C a 'll later JENN: nifht With that she pushed the phone away and thrust back to meet Tim's thrusting cock. Another orgasm crashed over her and Tim roared over her, driving his strange cock deep inside her. >> Jenn stared at the empty hotel bar. Other conference attendees moved through the lobby, heading for the morning seminars. She was sure that Tim was among them, but she didn't know where. He'd left during the night... after... One part of her mind shied away from the thought, but at the same she felt a tingle across her skin... her nipples... her pussy. She looked down at her phone. It felt hot in her hand. She hadn't dared to open the picture folder yet. She had to get it over with. She wondered if she would really dare to say anything when the time came. Her fingers shook as she pressed Dan's speed dial. "Hi, honey," Dan answered brightly.

Sarah was finishing a frustrating day at work and needed some time to unwind. She decided a run would relieve some stress. There was a small military base on her way home. It was bit off the beaten path and in late afternoon there would be very few people there. Sarah's husband worked for the military so she had an ID and could get on the base. Sarah drove up to the gate and smiled at the young guard. He smiled back and after checking her ID welcomed her to the base. Once past the few buildings close to the gate there was nothing but fields and woods with a few small fenced compounds. As she expected there was no one around in the wooded areas of the base. She parked the car on a dirt side road and moved the seat back so she could change into running attire. She stripped off her work clothes and slid on spandex shorts and a sport bra. Opening the door she pulled on socks and running shoes. Cupping her breasts on each side she pushed them together to settle them into the support bra. After some stretching she started off at a slow jog. She maintained that for a couple of minutes but once warmed up a bit she picked up the pace. The road wound through the woods and past some fields. By catching a cut through path she could loop back to her car resulting in a distance of about 5 miles. Soon the sweat was running down between her breasts and her shorts and top were wet. She concentrated on her breathing and maintained her pace. Sarah's thoughts ran through the fight last night with her husband. The arguments were becoming more frequent and their relationship had been strained for the past few months. He was constantly picking on little things and seemed to want to know her whereabouts at all times. She felt like she didn't have a life of her own anymore. There sex life was nonexistent and the last time he had finished quickly and fell asleep. Sarah was so angry and distracted with her thoughts that she realized three miles had slipped by. Sarah rounded a curve where the road ran through a small meadow. On the right in what was normally grass and field flowers was a group of camouflaged trucks. There were antennas and few tents close by as well. A truck and tent were close to the road and when she passed she saw a small group of young men was standing in the grass. One of them nodded in her direction and they all turned to look. Sarah was suddenly aware here sport bra and compression shorts were wet with sweat and left little to the imagination. She hadn't expected to see anyone so she had not bothered with a shirt. Her audience watched in appreciation as she ran by. Three of them started in her direction. The caught up and fell in beside her matching her speed. They were wearing cammo pants with brown t-shirts and all looked very fit. Sarah looked around at her new running companions. Their shirts fit tight and she could see the muscles rippling as they ran. Even in combat boots they easily kept up. Two of them were tall athletic types with very defined abs that showed even through their shirts. One had brown hair and the other a blond crew cut. The third had reddish hair and was shorter and heavier muscled. His biceps strained the cloth of his sleeves. "Hi" said the tall blond. "You look thirsty." He had blue eyes and Sarah couldn't seem to take her eyes off him. "A little" Sarah laughed nervously. She could seem them looking up and down her body as they ran easily beside her. "Would you like a drink," blue eyes asked? Sarah didn't have the breath to keep running and maintain a conversation so she slowed to a walk. "I don't think so" she answered. "Come on, we won't bite," added muscles, "unless you want us to." They all laughed, including Sarah. "Sure, why not" answered Sarah. They all turned off the road and walked into the field back toward the trucks and equipment. The guys led Sarah into a large tent that was more like a canvas cabin. There were two rows of electronic equipment racks and some tables and chairs. The tall guy that hadn't yet spoken reached into a small refrigerator under one of the tables and pulled out bottles of water. "What are your names?" asked Sarah as she opened her water. The blond guy, who seemed to be the leader answered, "I'm Reggie, his name is Rob and muscles there is Bill." "Easy enough" Sarah responded. She took a long drink of her water and looked around as they stared boldly at her body. "What do you guys do" she asked? "Satellite communications" answered Rob. "He speaks" Sarah said and they all laughed. "We are out here for a week long exercise" Rob continued. "There really isn't much to do once everything is set up." "Want a beer?" Bill asked. "You have beer?" "As the saying goes, all work and no play makes a sad, sad day" Bill answered. "I hear that." Bill went behind a curtained area at the back of the tent and returned with four beers. "So your tent has hidden rooms." Sarah looked toward the back of the tent as they opened the cold beers. "What else is back there?" They walked to the back of the tent. There were a couple of cots, some boxes and two small refrigerators. Along with a clock on top of a small table between the cots there was a bottle of lotion. "What's that for?" "What do you think?" Reggie answered. "It's a lonely out here at night." "No wonder you need a curtain" she responded with a laugh. They sat down is some folding chairs around a table. Sarah took a long drink from her beer can. There was a bit of a conversation lag and when she looked around they were all staring at her breasts. She looked down and could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of her athletic bra. "Enjoying the view?" She asked with a smile. The all laughed. "Definitely" answered Bill. "This is the best view we've had all week." "Well they can give you something to think about when you use that bottle of lotion tonight." "No doubt about that" Bill answered. Reggie was incredibly handsome with his short blonde hair and blue eyes. Sarah knew she should probably share her attention between the other two but she could keep from staring at him. "Do you run out her often?" He asked. "No, I just couldn't stand to go straight home today to my asshole husband." "You are far too hot to have an asshole for a husband" Reggie responded, looking pointedly again at her breasts. "Anyone can end up with an asshole" Sarah laughed. Then looking into his eyes she asked, "do you just want me to show them to you?" Everything was quiet for a few seconds as they all stared openmouthed at her. "Umm, that would be great" Reggie stammered. Sarah looked around to make sure they were still alone and pulled the sport bra over her head. The young men stared as her 36 C breasts jiggled a couple of times before falling still. Sarah was petite and they looked huge on her 110 pounds. Sarah looked around at the silent stares. "Well?" She asked. "What do you think." Bill was the first one to find his voice. "Wow" was all he managed. She looked at Reggie. "Why don't you show me that back room again?" Reggie stood up and she followed him behind the curtain with her bra dangling from a finger. "Let's see what you've got" she dropped to her knees as she worked on his belt. Sarah had trouble with the military buckle so Reggie helped and then unbuttoned his pants. She pulled them down along with his underwear, freeing his half erect penis. Sarah could smell the sweat from his testicles and it occurred to her he probably hadn't showered in a couple of days. No time for that now, she thought to her self as she grasped his cock with her hand and ran her tongue around the head. His penis responded with a twitch and grew to full erection in her mouth. She stood up and pushed him back on the cot. He lay back with his legs hanging off the the end and his pants bunched around his knees. "Enough foreplay" she said and stripped her spandex shorts off and tossed them to the side. She could feel how wet she was already and knew no preparation was needed. Sarah swung her leg over him and lowered onto his cock. She looked into his blue eyes as she felt the head touch the lips of her vagina. Reaching down with her hand to make sure it was lined up she dropped down, impaling herself in one motion. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts out as she let out a loud moan. Sarah began rocking her hips on Reggie's cock. Her pussy ground against his pelvic area as she enjoyed the feel of him moving inside her. She knew her moans and little yelps could be heard easily by the others and looked up to see them both standing at the end of the curtain. With full concentration on Reggie and she hadn't really thought through how this would go with two other men in the room. Her pussy gushed and she realized to her surprise that having an audience was turning her on. She leaned forward putting her hands on Reggie's chest, using her arms to push her breasts together. One of the viewers gave a murmur of appreciation. She closed her eyes and let them watch as she gyrated her hips on Reggie. When she opened her eyes again Bill and Rob had move up on either side. Rob was on the right rubbing his crotch through his pants. She looked to the left and gasped when she saw Bill had his cock out stroking it while he watched. Reggie opened his eyes and saw his friends on either side. "What the fuck!" He said, raising up slightly. "You can't have all the fun." Bill answered. "You guys get the fuck out of here" Reggie ordered. "I don't think so" Bill answered again. Rob's never had any ass this hot and I think it's only fair. Reggie looked at Rob. "I don't really give a fuck, as long as I get mine" he said and relaxed back onto the cot. Sarah realized things had gone further than she had intended but was too horny to care. The feel of a cock after months without sex and the attention of the two men watching had her almost in a dreamlike state. As she watched Bill stroking inches away her body spasmed with her first orgasm. Reggie yelped in protest as her fingernails dug into his chest. Sarah paused a moment as the waves from her orgasm subsided. She started rotating her hips rhythmically again. Reggie slid a hand up to the right side of her head and pushed her face closer the Bill. She looked to the side and realized what he wanted. She had never been with more than one man at once and hesitated. Bill moved closer so his cock was next to her lips as Reggie continued push gently. Bill reached behind her head and ran his fingers into her hair. With a cock insider her and another brushing her lips she opened her mouth to moan. When she did Bill grasped the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. Any original thought of fucking Reggie and leaving were out the window now. Bill held her head and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. She braced a hand on Bill's hip as her lips slid up and down his shaft. An extra hand ran over her breast and she remember Rob the shy one was still on the other side. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the feeling of being used by three horny young men. Sarah felt Rob's hand slide down her back and along he crack of her ass. His finger tickled her puckered hole. Sarah gave a little gasp at the sensation. There was pressure as he probed and she leaned forward to give him better access. She reached with one hand and rubbed his erection through his pants. He move away for a second then was back running his finger again around her rectum. Then she felt something cold and slippery and realized immediately what it was. "Whoa" she said, straightening up letting Bill's cock slip from her mouth. "You'll get your turn in a minute." She had experienced anal before but it had been years ago, and never with a double penetration. She had seen enough porn to be familiar with a DP but wasn't sure her small body could take it. "Just relax," Reggie advised and pulled her down toward him. She pushed against his chest to resist but Bill still had a handful of hair and assisted Reggie in forcing her down. Reggie held her tight against his chest. She struggled and tried to lift her hips away from him but Bill and Rob held down on her hips and back. Rob used one hand to apply lotion to her rectum then pushed a finger inside. There was a slight pain but it went away instantly. It felt as if Reggie's cock and Rob's finger were together, filling her up. Bill swung a leg over her and sat backwards on her back while Rob removed his pants. "No, please don't" she said timidly but she could hardly move against bills weight on her back. "It will be easier if you just relax" Reggie told her as he continued to grind his cock inside her. She lay against him, resigned to the coming invasion. Bill was massaging her ass and used his middle finger to rub against her rectum. She tried to look back and could see Rob rubbing his penis with lotion as he move out of sight behind her. Sarah felt Bill's hands pull her ass cheeks apart. She felt the head of Rob's cock press against her tight little hole. She dug her fingers into Reggie's shoulders. There was a sharp pain as the head pushed passed the outer ring. "Stop a second" Bill said to Rob. "Let her adjust." This obviously wasn't Bill's first rodeo. Sarah felt sphincter muscles relax around Rob's cock. "Ok, now, a little more" Bill directed and Rob pushed another inch into her. She felt completely full. With Reggie's cock in her pussy and Rob only a couple of inches into her ass she felt like there was no more room. Bill still held her ass cheeks apart giving Rob easier access. She and Reggie weren't moving as Rob worked his way in. It wasn't long before she felt Rob's pelvis against her ass and knew he was all the way in. Sarah started moving her hips up and down. Bill got off her back and as Rob and Reggie fell into rhythm with her grinding. Reggie started whispering in her ear. "You like that don't you? Two cocks at once you little slut. We're fucking you like an overseas whore." Sarah moaned in response. She was acting like a slut and didn't care. Bill turned her head to the side so he could get his cock in her mouth. Reggie continued to talk into her ear. "Three cocks now you little whore. Do you wish your asshole husband could see you now? He would see what a slut you are. We're going to fuck you like a porn star then all three of us are going to cum all over you." Sarah moaned. She couldn't believe how his insulting talk was turning her on. She could feel the tingling as another orgasm approached. She pulled her mouth back from Bill's cock. "Oh fuck, I'm coming again" she said as she felt her pussy and ass contracted on two cocks. She collapsed across Reggie's chest gasping little moans as she caught her breath. "You guys ready?" Reggie asked. Sarah wasn't sure what he meant but Bill stepped back a little and Rob slowly pulled his cock from her ass. Reggie pushed her up off his cock and Bill grabbed her waist as Reggie slid from under her. They laid her back on the cot on her back and stood around her. Reggie passed the lotion around and the men all squirted a blob in one hand and each began stroking their penis. Sarah lay at the end of the cot with her legs feet dangling from the end. Bill was on her right and Reggie on the left which left Rob standing at the end of the cot between her legs. They were all still wearing their uniform pants around their knees. The men watched her as they continued to stroke. Sarah had seen this in porn movies so she knew what was coming. She squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples as she waited for the inevitable deluge. Reggie slowed his strokes. "Anyone getting close?" He asked. The other two nodded. "All together now." He ordered and they all sped up their strokes. Sarah's lips opened and her breath quickened as she waited with anticipation. She pinched her nipples and pulled them hard. The young men were all moaning. Reggie was first with a huge gush that landed across her breasts. Bill and Rob followed quickly while Reggie was still cumming. Rob leaned forward and shot his load straight at her still gaping pussy. Bill turned and unloaded on her face and into her mouth. Their young loins each gave at least three large spurts before subsiding to a dribble. Bill stepped over the cot with one leg so every drop would fall onto her face and open mouth. The men milked the last of their loads onto her as they gasped for breath. Sarah could feel Rob's cum running down her pussy lips and into the crack of her ass. She lay there watching the softening cocks for a minute before finding the strength to sit up on the cot. Sarah wiped the cum off her face but didn't bother with the rest. She got dressed as the men pulled up their pants. They walked to the door of the tent and she stopped and gave them all a hug. "I had a great time." Sarah wasn't sure what else to say. "Will we see you again?" Reggie asked. "I just might go jogging again tomorrow." Sarah answered with a laugh. "That was the best workout I've had in a while."

This is my first attempt at a story so be gentle. I am a 34 year old middle class overweight white guy that works at a local hotel because the economy and outsourcing to Mexico forced me out of a much better job. Like most hotels it is owned by a middle eastern family, who are very tight and don't want to pay anyone anything. Which leads me to Mary, Mary is a 13 year old Mexican illegal who they let work nights. In exchange for cleaning rooms the owner lets her family stay in a housekeepers suite. She only works at night cleaning rooms that were late check outs so the public doesn't see her. This being a semi rural area her family usually work odd jobs for different farmers and whoever will hire them and are rarely there. Mary is a sweet girl, very religious, slender, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'- 5'1”, and a developing body and smile that gives me a rise every time she walks by or sees me to get her assignments. Pretty early in my shift I checked a rather grumpy old business traveler into room#322 being the computer said it was clean and ready. Shortly thereafter he came back down luggage in tow, and gave me the riot act because the room had never been cleaned. I apologized stroked his ego a little bit gave him a better room and got him on his way. I checked to see who was supposed to clean that room and it was Mary. Apparently it was added to her list as she was finishing her other rooms and she never checked to see if there was an updated list. My first thought was oh well Mexicans lost a job for me so C-Ya she would be fired for sure. But just then the more deviant side me took over. Mary was wandering the hotel doing chores and the such, so I paged her to the front desk. She showed up promptly expecting an assignment. I told her we need to go check on a room, I grabbed the key I had previously made for the occupant and had her follow me to #322. She seemed kind of puzzled as to why we were there, I asked her if she cleaned this room and of course she said no, she even had her list she produced from the tight close fitting pocket of her jeans. “Look dis room no on list!”. I showed her the updated list that she forgot to check and she immediately broke into tears. “No no Hardev (the owner) will see dat customer moved and will see why..sob..and me and parents will be kicked out...sob..what will we do? My parents need place to live..sob..”. She was in absolute hysterics. Her tears making her brown eyes glimmer and her perfect tan skin to glisten as it became wet with more tears. Then came the magic words I wanted to hear, “Please don't let Hardev find out I will do anything...please!”. She had her back to me still sobbing, I approached her from behind and and started to slide the straps of her tank top to the side. She quickly put them back, spun around and asked me what I was doing. I responded “ You said you would do anything if I kept it from Hardev.” she answered “not that I am good girl, catholic, no sex until married.” I turned and started to leave the room and said “You might want to start packing, Hardev comes in at 7. I had just reached the threshold and put my hand on the door to close it behind me, when a terrified sobbing voice said wait come back. She stood in the middle of the room arms at her sides, trembling and tears running down her face. I once again, this time from the front started moving the straps on her tank top to the sides. And slowly over her shoulders. She said nothing as I continued to pull the shirt down coming to rest on her waist. She now stood before me her smooth small tan breasts covered by a bra and the cross from her necklace resting perfectly between them. I told her to take off her pants so I could see more. Her hands shaking she barely managed to get the button undone. She wiggled her hips from side to side working the tight jeans down. Sitting on the edge of the bed she had to work them off of her legs and completely off. I told her to stand in front of me again, I just wanted to take it all in. She stood once again arms at her side, crying yet not making a sound. I circled around her looking, her eyes trying to follow me the best they could with a scared look of concern wondering what I was going to do next. Standing there in her bra and matching conservative panties I got close behind her put my nose close to her ear and neck smelling the wonderful youthful scent, I whispered to her as long as she did everything I tell her she would be fine. I ran my hands through her hair and slowly down her back just barely touching the skin. I could feel the muscles under the surface of the skin jump and twitch. Reaching her bra I undid the two hooks and I heard her gasp as I let them go, I slid the straps down her arms and the bra fell to the floor. She immediately crossed her arms in front of her to cover. Still being behind her I pulled her arms back down telling her she couldn't cover up. I started rubbing at her shoulders and worked my way towards her perfect small tits, being careful to rub everything up to the areolas but not touching the nipples. Even though this was rape I wanted her hot and bothered. I worked my way down her belly and lower back, slipping my thumbs under the waistband of her panties as I did. I knelt down taking her panties to her ankles as I did. The aroma was intoxicating, I was also pleasantly surprised to find she was clean shaven. I gently rubbed her round ass with one hand and her pubis with the other. She was starting to whimper a little now. I continued the rub down her thighs to her calves all the way down to her feet. Her whole body was warm but trembling as I stood up. Her now standing there completely naked. Still crying. I told her to get on her knees in front of me. My khakis just couldn't contain my penis any longer it had to come out and play. I told her to take my pants and boxers down together. She was on her knees in front of me staring up at me like a puppy begging. But I didn't want any begging I told her again to do it. As my pants got midway down my hips my cock sprung out nearly hitting her in the face as it was hard and held back. She almost fell backwards. I stepped out of my pants closer to her. And told her to play with it. She hesitantly touched it with one finger moving it from side to side a little. She had obviously never seen let alone handled a cock before. I grabbed her hand put it around my dick and told her to play with it showing her how. A short time later I ordered her suck it. She looked at me in horror I told her again “suck it” she shook her head an refused. I said “fine pack your shit.” she then started to just put her lips on the head and kiss a little along the shaft. I waited until she had the head was in her mouth again to grab the back of her head and ram it home. She gagged and coughed, and her eyes bulged. I then said “suck it right suck it all” Now she was scared and crying but I could care less I had a 14 year old sucking my dick and it felt good. God I was losing my mind my balls were boiling, I couldn't take it anymore. I blew my load as she was taking taking it in. She pulled back coughing cum it was running down her chin and her tits were covered in it. That had to be one of the best orgasms I ever had, I was shaking at the knees. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned the two of us up. She started walking toward her pile of clothes but was stopped by me grabbing her from behind. I told her we weren't done yet. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. I laid beside her and gently rubbed her whole body again to get her to calm down a little bit. Her nipples were solid from where I had been teasing all around them, So this time I ran a finger right over them, and she gasped and the sensation went through her. I started licking on and around her nipples and she quickly stopped her objections and seemed to enjoy it. I began licking southward down her tummy as she tensed up again apparently guessing where I was eventually heading. I danced around her bellybutton for a second as I descended. I positioned myself between her legs so she couldn't shut them, and began licking all around her tender slit. I licked around the outside and then slowly up and down the inner lips and the opening to her love canal. The warm and surprisingly wet opening had a sweet odor that made me hard as a rock again. I licked upward in a straight line from her hole to her clit. When my tongue got under the hood and touched her bare clit her back arched up and she was seemingly moaning and crying at the same time. After a minute or two I went back down to her opening and started thrusting my tongue in and out suddenly realizing that just inside I was hitting a barrier. I just suddenly dawned on me that not only was she 13 she was a virgin. I had to have it. Between my saliva and her natural juices she was wet enough for what was going through both of my heads. Already between her legs a rose to my knees. She saw that I was hard again and the proximity to her virgin pussy and she started shaking her head at what she knew was coming. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her shaved slit getting her juices all over it. I brought it to rest right at the opening. She started sobbing again as I pushed slowly forward meeting the pressure of her hymen against my dick. She was yelling “No No” and some Spanish babble. With the head against her cherry I slammed forward all the way to my balls. She tried to scream but just couldn't do it, she was totally winded, gasping for air. I steadily pumped in and out admiring the white froth from her own lubricants with a tint of red from her cherry being torn. She eventually relaxed a little as the pain subsided. So I picked up the pace a little bit. With my dick still in her I rotated her on to her hands and knees doggie-style grabbed a handful of hair and began pounding her hard. I could feel my balls slapping off of her pussy. I could feel the cum filling again. I held it for as long as I could but alas I released inside of her as I pulled her by her hair as deep as she would go. I pulled out and she fell onto her stomach crying, my spooge pulsing out of her snatch. I stood and got straightened up and dressed. Threw the updated list on the bed next to her, told her to clean the room, and if she did it perfect I would make her problems go away. I left my options open by also telling her that if she ever fucked up again I would not be so gentle the next time. Doing my part for Border Security

"I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing." "Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies." The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights. "Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned. "Perv," Jenn growled, but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her amusement. "All I'm saying is..." Dan started. "... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly. "Well..." Dan flushed. "You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn." "No promises," Dan grinned back. >> Lounging on the couch, Dan let the late night TV wash over him. He smiled when his phone rang. "Hi, honey. How's the conference?" he said as he answered it. "Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn replied. "Having fun?" Dan chuckled. "Oh yeah," Jenn's sarcasm practically dripped through the phone. "I just love it. What are you up to?" "Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off." Dan stretched out on the couch. "You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?" Jenn laughed. "How did you know?" Dan asked. "We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out. "Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?" "Well..." Jenn hesitated teasingly. "What are you doing?" Dan perked up. "I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied. "Looking for a guy?" Dan teased. "Perv," Jenn laughed. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..." "But what?" Dan sat up slowly. "Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied. "Yes?" There was a long pause, and Dan's phone chimed to announce an incoming picture. Glancing down he saw Jenn, standing in what was clearly a hotel hallway, reflected in a mirror. Her dark hair hung loose around her pretty face and brushed her shoulders, bare except for the spaghetti straps of the little black dress. It clung to her curves, emphasizing her fair skin, the swell of her breasts, her tight belly. The hemline lay just low enough to avoid being totally slutty but high enough to suggest wicked thoughts. Dan's breath caught in his throat. His sudden hard-on was almost painful. "Wow," he breathed. "I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn's voice teased through the phone. "Are you wearing panties?" Dan wondered aloud. "Yes," Jenn laughed, adding, "perv." "Take 'em off," Dan said. "No," Jenn gasped, plainly shocked. "Take your panties off," Dan insisted. "No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is." "Off. Right now." "Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily. Dan said nothing, waiting. There was silence on the other end of the line. After a long pause, his phone chimed again. Jenn stood, reflected against the mirrored doors of a hotel elevator, a tangle of thin, black fabric gripped in one hand. Her dress was hiked up just high enough to offer a teasing peek at her neatly trimmed pussy. "Beautiful," Dan breathed. "I'll call you later." Jenn's voice was husky. "Perv." >> "Damn time zones," Dan muttered to himself. It was either terribly late or hideously early. He'd fallen asleep on the couch to the drone of the television, alternately watching old movies on Netflix and entertaining himself with fantasies of what Jenn, panty-less in her slinky black dress, might be getting up to. The last thing she'd said was that she would call later. Rubbing bleary eyes, Dan glanced at his phone. There were several messages from Jenn. The first was another picture that made him instantly, painfully, hard again. The picture, shot up below the hem of her little black dress, showed Jen's naked pussy, wet and puffy, between her two long fair legs. She must have been sitting on a barstool, her legs parted, holding her phone down by her knees. JENN: Like what U C perv? JENN: U up? Haha JENN: Guy got me a drink. JENN: OMG I think he saw me take that pic! The last message was another picture, this one of Jenn sitting on a barstool, smiling, a drink in one hand while her other hand pulled her top down just far enough to flash a bare, hard nipple at the camera. Her legs were again spread, flashing her pussy too. It took a moment for the significance of the picture to register in Dan's mind. She had a drink in one hand and was flashing a tit with the other. Someone else was holding the camera. Someone who had seen her take that upskirt pic. Someone who had bought her a drink. Someone who had snapped a pic of Jenn flashing her tit and pussy in a hotel bar. The last picture had been received more than an hour ago. Dan felt a strange twist in his stomach, nerves and maybe jealousy. At the same time, his dick was achingly hard. His hands shook as he started to type out: Who took that? His finger hovered over the send button, then slowly he deleted the message, typed a new one and sent it. DAN: Hot pic. He stared at his phone, waiting. After an eternity, a minute passed. Then another. DAN: U naughty tease :) Another endless minute passed. DAN: Fell asleep. U have fun flashing the bar? After another minute, Dan realized that, despite the time zone difference, it must be late there too. Jenn was probably back in her room by now, probably even asleep herself. There were lots of good, simple reasons why she didn't reply right away. She might not even see his messages until morning. He managed to force himself to wait almost a full four minutes before firing off another text. DAN: U still up? More minutes passed and suddenly his phone chimed. JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater DAN: U drunk lol? DAN: Jenn? DAN: U ok? DAN: JENN?!? JENN: C a 'll later JENN: nifht Dan stared at the strange texts, confused and worried. He went so far as to almost hit Jenn's number on speed dial before changing his mind. Drunk... or whatever she was... Jenn obviously would call him 'later.' Pushing her wouldn't help anything. He forced himself to put his phone down and go to bed. He needed to get some sleep. Right after he dealt with his raging boner. >> It was only thanks to work of his own that Dan managed to spend the next morning doing something other than agonizing about Jenn. Without the distraction, the simple fact of the several hour time difference probably would have driven him nuts. Instead, he actually managed to put his worries out of his mind and so didn't jump instantly every time his phone chimed. Still, when she did finally call it didn't take him long to pick up. "Hi, honey," Dan said brightly. "Hey." Jenn's voice sounded oddly subdued. "So, what do you have going on today?" He asked. "Just more seminars," Jenn replied. She was nervous, Dan realized. He felt that odd twist in his gut again. "So..." Dan hesitated. "Yeah, I..." Jenn stammered. "You got a little crazy last night?" Dan forced a smile into his voice. "Yeah," Jenn replied carefully. "Too much to drink," Dan said, offering his explanation as fact. "No," Jenn snapped. "Really, 'cause those texts looked pretty drunk," Dan insisted. "I wasn't drunk," Jenn countered angrily. "Oh, come on," Dan said. "You could hardly type." "Yeah, well it's hard to type when you're getting fucked!" Jenn shouted into her phone. Silence feel between them. Dan could hear distant chatter through the phone and wondered suddenly where Jenn was exactly. Probably walking through the hotel to her first seminar, he realized. Strangely, he found that part of his mind was wondering what the seminar was about. "I'm sorry..." Jen stammered after a long silence. "You're joking," Dan declared. "I'm..." Jenn started again. Dan hung up. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. His hands were shaking. He would have thought he was furious, but for one undeniable fact. His dick was so hard it was about to rip through his pants. He wasn't angry, he realized. He wasn't even jealous. All he felt was raw, violent, desperate lust. His phone rang again. He answered, "Getting fucked?" "You'd said..." Jenn stammered. "What were you doing?" "Those fantasies you kept telling me about..." Jenn sounded close to tears. "Shhh," Dan said soothingly. "Just tell me... when you texted me last night. That last time. Tell me why couldn't you type right." "I told you..." Jenn muttered. "No, tell me exactly what you were doing at that moment." "Getting fucked," Jenn replied. "Tell me," Dan insisted. "What do you want to hear?" Jenn replied. "Do you want me to tell you I was on my belly. That the phone was in front of me, and I was trying to type while... while he was...." "Was what?" Dan prompted. "Was inside me. Was fucking me." Jenn said, her voice growing husky. "Was pounding from behind, so hard. So hard I couldn't type properly." "He knew," Dan said. "About me." "He knew." Jenn confirmed. "You were..." Dan took a deep breath. "Fucking. When I texted, you were fucking another guy." "Yes," Jenn said soft. "I was. I was fucking another guy." "Who?" Dan asked, feeling surprisingly calm about the question. "His name's Tim," Jenn replied slowly. "He's here at the conference." "You met him in the bar," Dan said. "He's the one who took that picture." "You saw... oh, right, the picture in the bar," Jenn said. "Yes, he took that. He saw me taking the pic I sent you. The upskirt pic in the bar. I didn't know he had at first. He came over and bought me a drink. He was nice. Flirty but not pushy. Then he said he'd seen me taking it. He asked who I was taking it for." "You told him about me?" Dan felt a little shocked. "Yeah, I did," Jenn admitted. "He asked about the picture, about why I'd taken it... and I told him about... "You always go on about your pervy fantasies," Jenn continued. "About wanting me to... to fuck another guy. We talked about it at the airport. I took my panties off, right at the elevators. I didn't tell you: the doors to that elevator opened right after I took them off, a second after I sent you the picture in front of them. Two guys got off. They saw me. I know they did. They saw me standing there with my panties in my hand, my dress hiked up. They saw my pussy. They didn't say anything, but I know they saw. How could they not have? "It turned me on. Riding down in that elevator, with no panties on. Knowing those guys had seen. It turned me on so much. So, when I got to bar, when Tim finally told me he'd seen me taking a picture of my pussy, right there at the bar... I was so turned on. I told him. I told him my man had told me to take my panties off. That you wanted me to flash guys at the bar. So, he offered to take another pic for me and I flashed my boob at him... and like, half the bar. I bet so many guys saw. "I was so turned on... and Tim was nice... so, I told him. I told him your fantasy... about me fucking another guy." "... and he decided to be that guy," Dan concluded. "No," Jenn snapped. "I decided. You kept talking about your fantasy, and it became my fantasy. Tim was nice and he was flirty but even after I told... after I told him about the fantasy, he didn't push. He hinted a lot, but he didn't assume or insist. So, I decided. I invited back to my room." "... and fucked him," Dan said. "Yes," Jenn answered confidently, "I did. I fucked him. I stripped for him and I sucked his cock. He has a really nice cock, Dan... almost as nice as yours. He played with my tits and he ate my pussy and then... then he entered me and it felt so good. Oh god, Dan, it felt nasty and wicked and so very good. He fucked me and fucked me." "He was fucking you when I texted," Dan repeated. "He heard my phone. He stopped, to check it," Jenn replied. "When he saw it was you... he just flipped me over, face down, and pushed back inside me. He told me I should answer. It really turned him on. He just went wild. I think he wanted me to call you, but I texted instead." There was another silence. "It's really hard to type," Jenn added lamely. "When someone is fucking you that hard." Dan laughed. Suddenly, unexpected, he just started laughing. He couldn't help it. He just laughed and laughed. Slowly, Jenn started laughing too, until finally the two of them were just laughing uncontrollably over the phone. All the tension between them bled away. Almost all. The knot in Dan's stomach, at least, was gone. His raging hard-on, he thought, was in danger of doing him serious injury. "Are you... ok?" Jenn said as the laughter finally faded. "Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked. "What?!" Jenn replied, shocked. "Yes!" "Well, take them off," Dan demanded. "Right now, take 'em off. Sluts like you don't wear panties." "Dan!" Jenn exclaimed, shocked by his use of the word 'slut.' "What, I'm a perv for wanting this," Dan said firmly. "You're a slut for doing it. In fact, I think no more underwear for you for the rest of the conference. No bra, no panties. Nothing." There was a long pause, then Jenn replied, "Ok." "So," Dan said. "Take 'em off." "Dan," Jenn hissed, "I can't... not right this second. I'm in the hotel lobby." "So, everyone in the lobby heard you yell about getting fucked," Dan replied. "God." Jenn's embarrassment was plain. "I know, but I'm not taking off my panties for them." She paused, "Wait a second." Dan could almost hear her moving across the lobby. "Where are you?" Jenn asked. "At home, in my office," Dan replied. "Where are you going?" "Ladies' room, dummy," Jenn replied. "Men's," Dan said firmly. "I can't," Jenn whispered, shocked. "Do it," Dan insisted. "Shit, shit, shit," Jenn hissed into her phone. "Ok, perv, I'm in the Men's but I'm going into a stall... and it's empty so no one has seen me." "Yet, slut," Dan chuckled. Dan heard her muttering and shifting for a moment. "OK," Jenn said when she was done. "They're off." "Panties and bra?" Dan asked firmly. "Yes, you perv," Jenn replied hotly. "but you're out of luck because this skirt is a professional length." "I bet your blouse looks nice too," Dan grinned. "Shit," Jenn snapped. "How wet are you?" Dan asked. "Perv," Jenn shot back. "Tell me," he insisted. "Oh god, I'm soaked, OK," Jenn replied. "I'm completely horny and you're probably lucky there's no one else in here." She paused a moment before asking, "How hard are you?" "I'm so hard, honey," Dan replied. "I can't believe how hard all this has made me." "I can," Jenn actually giggled, then groaned. "Are you touching yourself?" Dan asked, a little shocked. "That's what you want, isn't it?" Jenn purred into the phone. "I'm here, in the Men's restroom, with my skirt hiked up around my thighs, touching my dripping pussy. It feels good, Dan. It feel nasty and dirty and so good." "Just like last night," Dan prompted, reaching into his own pants. "Oh yes," Jenn moaned. "When he touched me, I just shivered. I knew it was what we'd talked about, but doing it... I felt like such a bad girl and that just made it better. Oh, Dan, when he put his cock in me, it was so... ahh... so good." "You dirty slut," Dan groaned. "Tell me you're stroking it," Jenn growled. "Tell me you're holding that beautiful hard cock." "I am," Dan replied. "Say it," Jenn demanded. "I'm stroking my hard... uhh... hard... cock," Dan groaned. "You're thinking about him fucking me, aren't you," Jenn panted. "About him inside me. His big cock... ahhh... so big... in my pussy. My wet little pussy, all stretched out around his... uhhh... big cock... as he fucked... fucked... oh god... fucked me." "Oh shit," Dan moaned. "Oh honey..." "That's it, Dan," Jenn panted, "cum for me. Cum... ahhh... cum with me." "Shit!" Dan roared, his body spasming. "Oh God!" Jenn shrieked into her phone. For a time, the both sat panting through the phone at each other. "I can't believe," Jenn gasped out, "that I just rubbed one out in a Men's hotel restroom." "Slut," Dan teased. "Call me after your seminars are done." "Perv," Jenn replied.

Chapter One: The Sex School Jasper Coleman, who was still adjusting to consciousness, stood with an absent stare just a few feet from the front door of his apartment. His surroundings were dark, only the light of the outside city illuminated the dull setting; and even then, a minuscule amount reached where he stood. The clock that hung behind him ticked at an unsettling pace, violating the silence of the early morning. Each tick pinged against his brain, which was currently fragile with ache. If someone were to observe Jasper at that moment, with his slouched stature and catatonic gaze, one would think him to be brain dead. However, this was far from true. In his head, Jasper was checking off each thing needed for the day. He did so meticulously and thoroughly, for today was the most important day of his life. Jasper gently licked his lips and a spark of awareness was resurrected in his eyes. He perked up and checked himself one last time. He was an extremely attractive boy; while his body was moderately impressive, his facial features were what stood out. He had dark hair that paired nicely with his perfect eyebrows, and his carved jawline accented his menacing gaze. His eyes was the signature characteristic that everyone first notices upon meeting him, they were dark brown, almost black, and sharply enigmatic. While he himself was a kind and gentle person, his look was overpowering. Jasper had just turned 18, and today, was his first day at The Academy. The Academy of Artistic and Talented Youth is a special school, to say the least. For a long time, the school was, in fact, normal. It was a prestigious boarding school that taught talented students going into arts such as acting, directing, writing, painting, etc. However, this normal but prestigious school changed forever about a decade ago, when they introduced a new branch of study to their curriculum. The Academy began to admit students to study the art of intercourse. This is exactly what it sounds like, the students study how to become pornographers, escorts, etc. The first class of students are thought of as pioneers, the greatest in the world at sex. Of course, the students do not have sex in the classroom until they reach legal age. Before then, they simply sit in a classroom and learn how to prefect the art in the form of notes and teachings. But when the students turn 18, then the classes begin to get fun. Jasper had just gotten admitted, joining the famed first class of sex students. It was time for school. Jasper inhaled a deep breath of not-so-fresh air as he stood on an unsanitary and dim street corner. Chicago. The city he grew up in and never planned to leave. He loved every aspect of city life, it was what he was accustomed to, and he desired nothing else. It was this city, his city, that was the first to introduce this concept of schools teaching sex, he remembered it happening only nine years ago, when The Academy opened its intercourse branch of the school. He never dreamed that he would attend, but applying was a last-ditch effort. His mother died in a car accident last year, and he never had a father, leaving the bills to be his sole responsibility. He would be forced to quit school and find a job if he wasn’t admitted (The Academy provides a place of residence for its students). He was astonished that he was accepted, considering the astronomically low acceptance rate. His future was now set for him, he knew that, anyone who attends The Academy is automatically guaranteed a job somewhere in the lucrative sex industry. The bus arrived and snapped him of his trance. Jasper plopped ungracefully onto the second to last seat with a groan. No conversation existed on this bus, and a depressing silence held the air. The vehicle was empty aside from a few passengers. Jasper looked forward and awaited arrival. Not very long after Jasper got settled, he noticed something. A pair of eyes looked back at him from about five seats up. She was a girl. He couldn't see much of her because of the morning darkness, but he did see a brunette ponytail protruding up from the seat. Her arm, which was covered with a baggy sweatshirt sleeve, rested on the top of the seat, on which she laid her mouth and half of her face so only her eyes and nose were visible. He couldn't see much, but he could tell she was cute. He then realized he had been unintentionally making eye contact with this girl for a solid thirty seconds. He didn't feel right simply looking away at this point, for the staring had lasted uncomfortably long. So, Jasper responded to her with a friendly smirk that he knew fitted him. He still couldn't see her mouth, but he could see her eyes form the condensed result of a smile and her nose scrunch up. The mysterious girl then got up and walked to the seat across from him. Which Jasper wished she didn't do. Despite being incredibly charismatic when he wanted to be, Jasper was not a people person, and usually preferred being left alone. She sat across from him with her hands in her lap and an upright posture. She didn't say anything, only looked at him. She was still grinning, never stopped in the first place, and she tilted her head a bit. Now that she was closer, Jasper got a look at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had the slightest bit of brown freckles on her face that was rounded perfectly with a nice smile. The girl was a perfect size, not too skinny and not too fat. Athletic, he could tell. But her eyes. Holy shit, her eyes were captivating. They were brown like his, and seemed to hold a special aspect that was incredibly alluring. They seemed to sparkle every time the bus passed a streetlight, which illuminated her face for a brief second. And when they weren't under a street light, the eyes were mysteriously sexy. Jasper was going to say hello, but the attempt was unsuccessful, he was too enveloped in her beauty. "You're going to The Academy, aren't you?" She spoke with an inviting voice, but without whispering, which bothered Jasper, considering the whole bus was completely silent. He took an internal second to situate himself, to prepare for a conversation with the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen. He employed his most nonchalant smile and turned towards her, "How'd you know?" She made a noise, an abrupt snort followed by a few chuckles, "Well, you're an attractive boy my age who is on a bus at five in the morning, and the students for the normal school don't come until six thirty. What's your major?" This girl radiated a carefree aura, a lack of regard for judgement with a welcoming kindness. "Oh," Jasper responded, stopping for a moment before lowering his voice, "I'm taking classes in the intercourse branch of the school." The girl yipped. "You're a sex major, too?!" She exclaimed loudly, "How exciting!" A woman two rows up, who was elderly and carrying a purple purse to match her ugly cardigan, looked back in obvious disapproval, perhaps even disgust. "You know," she nimbly jumped over to his seat, pressing up against him, which surprised him, "I was one of the original thirteen." "No way," the original thirteen students to attend The Academy were famed across the country. Jasper was genuinely surprised, and even more so intimidated. "Yes sir," she said with confidence, "Risked my butt to do what I love every day... which is fuck things." The woman two rows up moved seats. Back when the launch of the Academy was big news, the stories of the original thirteen students were told on repeat on the television. Jasper, who possessed elevated intelligence and therefore an excellent memory, knew most of the names of the thirteen, he tried to recall them, "What's your name?" "Sasha," she smiled, her teeth were perfectly straight. The name was familiar, Bishop..? Banks..? "Brinkman," she answered his question for him, "Sasha Brinkman." "Yeah, wow, I know your name," he said surprised, she was from the suburbs. Her story was interesting, he remembered her mother disowned her, and she became one of the head honchos for the anti-sex school movement. "It's so strange to meet you in person." "Star-struck already fresh meat? Well, you're on the same level as me now, you got in for a reason, you know," She smirked caustically and took a bite of the granola bar that she had brought out of her backpack. Her odd, erratic personality made him laugh again, "So, your name is gonna be in history books?" "I guess so," she shrugged. "How's that feel?" "Couldn't tell you. I don't think about it all that much," she said, "Well, most of the time it doesn't feel like a good thing that I'm so known, the shit we go through... We are making a difference, though. Ushering in a new way of thinking. After I graduate, I'm going to be an icon for girls everywhere." Jasper couldn't help not smiling. "We sure as hell need one right now," she muttered, thinking of the woman a few seats ahead of them. "Do all thirteen still go here?" Jasper asked after a short silence. "Simi, Jia, Jordan, Miles, Rayne, Frankie and Izzy, Flint, Camila, Josh, Devon, Bri and me." She spit out in rapid succession. Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. We all still go here. We're like family." "I can't wait to have sex," Sasha spit out, before Jasper could respond. Jasper realized that she had done this to purposely aggravate the woman a few rows up. Sasha said the phrase proudly, and the woman, now 10 seats in front of them, said with a disgusted tone, "Dear Jesus, bless them." Sasha stuck out her tongue at the lady. Jasper felt embarrassed, but seeing Sasha's attitude towards it helped. "Do we have classes together, you think?" Jasper would like someone so friendly in his class, and for other, obvious reasons as well. "Awe. Someone wants to fuck me," she laughed, the way she said it with smile and such a comedic tone... it was so foreign to Jasper... This must be what academy life is like. "Yes we do," she continued, "It's a small major, we all have classes together pretty much if you're the same age." Thank god, Jasper thought. The bus came to a stop with a jolt. Sasha got up, "Come on, hot stuff." She said to Jasper, who was following her. The atmosphere of the school was the same of any other. Students were talking in groups, lockers were lined up next to classrooms, the regular stuff. It was odd, to think of all the news stories that were hammered into his head about this place. All the liberal stations praising it, all the conservative ones demonizing it. What he found was that the school didn't fit either of these narratives, the students were there to learn and live normal lives, doing what they wanted to do. "There are four different wings of the school, two downstairs and two upstairs. The wings are divided between film and theatre, art and photography, writing and screenplay, and, of course, the music wing," Sasha said, Jasper was in his own world, a place where he resides often, he almost forgot he was walking with her. "Well," he paused, "which wing is our wing?" "Uhhhh, it's not so much a wing as a basement," she responded hesitantly. Jasper raised an eyebrow, "Basement?" "Get used to it Jasper," Sasha's tone was suddenly serious, "You chose a certain life, and that was brave of you and now you can do what you want with your life. But if you think people won't treat you like dirt, you're wrong. Including the staff here." He didn't respond for a moment. "Sorry," she shrugged, "I just want to be real with you. You'll figure that out either way, I thought it'd be better to just tell you." "So..." he said, "basement?" "It's not as bad as it sounds." "SIMI!" Sasha interrupted herself with a yell, she waved her hands in the air, signaling to a girl across the hall. The girl responded with a smile and a wave back. She was a foreign girl, Jasper couldn't tell what exactly. He could tell she had a bit of Indian in her, mixed with something else. She was extremely skinny(not Jasper's type) but insanely gorgeous. Sasha ran off to be with her friend. Simi, as Sasha called her, was in a group of people. All attractive and intimidating. Sasha hugged Simi, turned around and waved for Jasper to come over. Jasper got bumped by a group of passing students, and used the opportunity to escape. He liked Sasha, but he didn't want to walk into a group of people, that was too much. He made his way to his first class. The woman sitting behind the desk didn't say anything to Jasper as he entered the room. She was looking down at her papers as he took a seat in the back left corner. She was white and blonde. Her hair was curly and hung down to her mid back, and she sported glasses as she nonchalantly chewed on the edge of a pencil. Her nose was disproportionate, which was a mild distraction from her body. The woman, who was probably early thirties, was thick beyond belief. Her tits bulged from her button up shirt and her thick legs were crossed in her dress. Jasper was drooling over her as she looked up. "Jasper? Right?" He was the only one in the class. "Yes, Ms. Knopp," he smiled at her and perked up. "Okay, you're one of the only new students this year. You'll love it here," she said with a smile, "We're all a close-knitted family here in this major." "Thank you," he responded just as friendly, "I appreciate that a lot." "You're the one who broke the IQ record for the school," she stated. This was true. Each student was required to take an IQ test before being allowed into the school. You must be a certain intelligence to be allowed in. The state didn't want to take idiots out of the real classroom. Let's just say, Jasper did more than meet standards. "Yes that was me, Ms. Knopp," he said proudly. He got a 164. She looked down at her papers, "The K is silent, Hun." He laughed and felt foolish at the same time. "Oh," she continued, "You might wanna move over one, that seat is reserved." Jasper was confused, but didn't question anything. He moved one seat to his left. Students began to funnel into the room. Jasper took note of each one of them, they were each beautiful in their own way. Different cultures, sizes, sexes. It wasn't just stereotypical beauty, it was attractive in every sense. Eventually, Sasha and Simi walked in and took a seat near him. Simi sat in front of him, Sasha to the left. "Where'd you go?" Sasha pouted, seemingly upset about not getting to introduce the new guy to her friends. "I got lost," he said sheepishly. She rolled her eyes. He chuckled and without thinking joked, "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" She smirked, "Maybe I did..." She leaned in, her perfume filled his nose. His breath began to pick up. "...Whatcha gonna do about it." The bell rung. Sasha winked and sat back in her seat. Jasper wanted to pass out. "Hello, class," Knopp said with a smile, "Welcome to a new year!" Jasper got the chills. "Throughout this year we will have tons of sexual adventures together, and for..." She was interrupted by the door opening. A girl barged into the room with intentional recklessness and disrespect. She held a McDonald's cup in her left hand and a purse around the other. "Yeah, yeah. I'm late, I know," she said before taking a sip of her drink and taking a seat in the desk that Jasper had to move from. "I wouldn't expect anything less," Knopp smirked. Knopp continued talking, Jasper tuned out however, looking at the girl to his right. She was wearing a skin tight dress, she was tan, seemingly Italian, and her hourglass figure made Jasper's mouth water. She had shortly cut dark hair, and she wore the style well, she radiated rebellious. "Now, class," Knopp said, concluding her speech, "As many of you know. Today is a day that has been long awaited for some of you. You are all officially 18, meaning we can perform sexual exercises in the classroom!." A boy in the front gave a shout of joy, which was answered with laughs and a few more exclamations. "So, today we will get to... know each other." "As most of you know I'm not talking about getting to know each other personally, we will introduce ourselves later, I meant getting to know each other sexually. Turn to your partner next to you. And we're gonna play a game. First partnership to have both members cum, wins! The class erupted in excitement. Jasper, who was amazed at his luck, looked over to Sasha. But Sasha was looking elsewhere, to her left. "Over here, dipshit," he turned to his right to see the girl with short hair looking at him. "Okay, now remember guys, start with some oral before you begin intercourse, I'll be coming around and critiquing you." Knopp announced. The class began to bustle with movement as couples paired off and undressed one another. Jasper got up from his chair and awaited for the girl to do the same. This is something she took her time with. The girl took one last sip of her drink, and slowly stood up, sticking her ass out as she did so. She trotted over at a steady and sexy pace with overpowering confidence. When she got to him she stood at his side, sizing him up. "Alright new kid, whatcha packin?" she asked with a rasped whisper, and grabbed his dick. He moaned as he felt her hand, it's been a while for him. Thankfully, this was a category Jasper was efficient in. The girl pulled out his ten inch cock. "Holy fucking shit," she said surprised, but kept her voice monotone, "Now I know why they let you in, I was wondering with all this extra fat on you." "Impressive," she was chewing gum, which contributed to her rebel attitude. "Don't get too cocky though, I've been doing this for a long time." She then continued to take her gum out of her mouth and stick it in his. Surprised by this action, he took it out, as he did so however, she bent over and began to suck him off. She deepthroated all ten inches. Jasper's legs got wobbly and he had to lean up against a desk. He let out a long satisfied moan. She looked up at Jasper and stroked his dick, "Pussy" she laughed. "Don't let her get to you," Jasper looked up, on the ground a few feet from him was two girls on their knees, they were in front of a pair of boys, but they seemed to be working together. Then, with shocking realization, he noticed the two girls were sisters. They were different in many ways, one was older, tall and tan, and the other was younger, shorter, and pale. Not to mention one was blonde and the other was brunette. But Jasper didn't have any doubt in his mind they were sisters, their facial features were too similar. "Moaning's hot," the smaller one said, then continued to help her sister suck off two dicks. Jasper couldn't respond, he was too captivated in the experience. He never stopped watching the sisters though, they worked together masterfully. He also noted that they were touching each other fearlessly, obviously comfortable with each other. The older sister, the blonde one, who was much more slender then the younger one, took her hand and licked it before getting at her sister's cunt from behind, and slowly dragging it all the way up her asscrack. The younger sister yelped with pleasure. Jasper moaned again, convinced he was in heaven. That's when the girl got up, sat on the desk and spread her legs, revealing her pussy. A thing of beauty with a cute haircut, a triangle of hair above the clit, almost like an arrow, inviting him in. Jasper desperately wanted to make a statement his first day, and felt as though winning this competition would do that. He took no time before grabbing his dick and began to enter her perfect pussy. She violently grabbed the hair on the back of his head. "Not a chance," she said, and shoved his head down. Frustrated but determined, Jasper began eating her out. The girl's pride didn't let her moan, but God, did she enjoy it. She wrapped her legs around his head tightly, so much so she knew it had to hurt a little. She wasn't lying earlier, she has been doing this for a long time, she's attended this academy for 9 long years, even then, she doesn't remember a time when she was eaten out like this. The girl finally gave in and grabbed his head with both hands before grinding her pussy mercilessly against his face. Then ripped his head upward, and gave him the go ahead to abuse her all he wanted. Jasper entered the pussy. He could tell immediately she has been with more guys than he could count, but he was still able to enjoy the masterpiece before him. As he began to fuck her, he looked over at Simi, who was getting fucked by a tall and fit boy with brown hair and frosted tips. He's going way to fast, Jasper thought to himself. She'll never cum like that. Instead he went at a nice pace, picking up and slowing down when needed. This was something Jasper had a sixth sense about, he knew how to pleasure girls to perfection. Around the room, people began to cum, no partnership has had two people finish yet, so the competition was still up for grabs. Jasper looked to his left. Sasha had her back turned to the guy she was fucking. Which was a tall black guy with tattoos. Just seeing her naked was an honor, no matter how hot the girl he was fucking was, Jasper forever wished he was fucking Sasha. The guy fucking Sasha tensed up before grunting loudly, the only explanation was that Sasha was now filled with his seed. Jasper felt jealous, which he instantly realized how stupid that was. Jasper continued fucking the girl with determination. She wasn't encouraging, constantly saying passionate statements like, "Fuck you, you little bitch," and "Pussy! Is that all you got?" Not to mention she kept rubbing her feet in his face. Knopp, at this point, was watching. Although she didn't show it, the girl was at her breaking point. She was worn down from Jasper's giant dick. "Alright, you win," she said before rubbing her hand against her clit. And let out a much needed orgasm. Jasper loved how she came, she didn't make noise, but instead her eyes rolled back into her head and her stomach scrunched up. Not to mention the way she spasmed on his cock. Thankful that she had finished, Jasper pulled out and exploded on her tan and fit body. It was a marvelous sight, to watch the white cum cover her as she rubbed her tits and sexily commentated it. "Congratulations, you win, Jasper," Ms. Knopp said with a delicious smile. The boys of the class sighed, and continued to fuck their partners. The room filled with moans of pleasure. "Now, for your prize." Without saying much, Knopp turned around and lifted her dress, revealing her beautiful pale ass. Which Jasper admired for a few prolonged seconds before happily fucking it. It was difficult at first, considering he had just came, but he was so excited, it didn't matter. He observed her ass and how it jiggled with every thrust, it drove him crazy. The mystery girl, who was still recovering from the orgasm Jasper gave her, got up. She stood to Jasper's side and cupped his balls as he fucked the beautiful woman. She cuddled up to him, wrapping her leg around him as he stood fucking his teacher. He felt her dripping pussy against his side. Her mouth lined up perfectly with his ear. She began to whisper, "I can't believe you fucking did that you freak, you know how long it's been since that happened to me?" She was so close to him. Contradictory to before, Jasper felt himself getting turned on by her power. Her hand that was previously wrapped around his waste went into his ass crack. "Cum, you nasty little bitch." Jasper obeyed. He emptied his load as far as he could into Ms. Knopp. Almost collapsing when finished. The girl kept eye contact with Jasper the whole time, "Do you mind, Ms. Knopp?" she asked as she dug her hand into her teacher's pussy. "No, not at all," Ms. Knopp said panting, still bent over and recovering. The girl licked off her cum covered fingers one by one. "My name is Jordan, by the way." "This isn't over." Jordan said.

Part 2 Please read Part 1 of My New Neighbors in order to make sense of this story. Thank you. Reaching for Benny’s 14 year old dick with my right hand, and still occasionally wiping remaining soap and water running into my eyes with my left, he stepped forward and embraced me as if his life depended on it. He hugged my naked body with a passion I have never know before…his grip was so tight, I had to ask, “is everything ok ?” to which I got the reply, “better than ever now”. Not knowing at that time the “Benny story”… Benny Story Side note: A few months after I had met Benny, a knock came on my door. Remember…I am naked 98% of the time I am home ….so I look out the window on the second floor, and see a girl at the door…I throw on some pants (no underwear) and am struggling to put on a T-Shirt while going down to the door. While still straightening out my T-shirt, I opened it to find a nice girl about 22 years old from the neighborhood, who was there because she and Benny had been speaking, and he had evidently told her about our relationship….not our sexual relationship (thank god !!), but, that he enjoyed being with me, and how he had such respect for me, etc… (I hate talking about myself….let’s just say he was very happy….and not just sexually). Anyway…This girl, Jeannie, used to baby sit for Benny when he was younger, and told me of his life, which cleared up the overzealous “hugging” he gave with such gusto in the shower….part of the conversation went like this: Jeannie: …and anyway, I just wanted to meet you because you have made such a remarkable impact on Bennies life. I mean…what a change in him ! I was soooo worried that he would never get over the fact of his father’s death !”. Tommy: “whooo….I didn’t know anything about his father….in fact, now that I think about it, I never even asked about his family. Does he have any brothers or sisters ?” Jeannie: “no, no brothers or sisters….just he and his mother, and I think he has a grandmother nearby, but his mother doesn’t like to have her around for some reason. His mother is ….well….not an alcoholic, but she drinks a lot when she comes in from work. Benny has told me stories….they are NOT good ! She seems to have no time for Benny, in fact, he thinks he would be better off if they weren’t together.” Tommy: As I am on the verge of tears for the kid, I said, “now I feel AWEFUL knowing this ! How did his father die ? “ Jeannie: “he was in a terrible car accident. I think Benny was about 8 at that time. He really took it bad, and even now, at age 14, he still is not the kid I knew before his father died.” Well….anyway, like I said, Benny speaks very highly of you and you seem to have made a big change in his life….and at the same time, I am asking you to be careful and don’t do anything to hurt him. I think his feelings are still screwed up.” Tommy: “I understand, and now that I know that, I will be especially careful not to hurt his feelings…damn, that’s a lot of pressure on me !” Benny’s a great kid and I am lucky to know him…thanks for telling me about his feelings for me…I don’t know what to say !” We spoke about the neighborhood while she drank her coke…she told me some “gossip” about other families in the area…some were funny…others were slightly disturbing…about a half hour passed and she said she had to go, but would enjoy meeting with me again sometime. Now that she has gone, and I am walking upstairs removing my clothes again ;p … I am thinking about Benny and what he has had to go through growing up without a father, and an alcoholic mother who for some reason didn’t seem to care for him…and I don’t know how to feel…I am crossed between angered and disgusted. My only thought is to try to be there for Benny as much as possible…whatever it takes. Back to the real story… So, here in the shower…Benny, my surprise 14 year old visitor….hugging me like I have only been hugged by my parents…I can feel the love pouring out of the contact…not sexual love…just an “I’m glad to be with you” type of love….a comforting love….and as we break the embrace…Benny steps back and grabs my ever hardening dick, and begins to stroke me….not wanting to be outdone…I grab his ridged flagpole of a cock, which now is SO hard…it is like holding an aluminum baseball bat !!! Benny’s cock is about 6” long when hard, and is so hard, can hold a bath towel hanging on it without bending an inch ! it is smooth and thick for his age, with a larger mushroom head that was screaming SUCK ME !!! but I was still checking it out in total amazement. The shaft led down to and nestled in a nice down like bush of hair, and then, hanging out of the bush was a pair of low hanging balls. I explored each ball, comparing it to my ball size, and found we were about the same….except that his were hanging lower….probably because he had been playing baseball in the heat all day if you remember from part 1. As I was exploring his manhood, he was exploring mine, we were both commenting on the beauty of each other’s cock and balls…each stealthily touching, feeling, weighing, stroking each other’s sex parts…drinking in the boy smell of his boy body, I could feel my dick growing harder with every breath I took. He asked that I turn around, so I did, and he squatted behind me. Soon then felt his prying fingers playing with my ass…probing fingers spreading my ass cheeks apart…a finger or two gently, lightly touching my shit chute…gently rubbing small circles outlining the puckered pooper and slowly working their way to the middle…I have never felt this type of touch at all before…I didn’t even feel my ass hole as cunningly as he did…he was a cross between a doctor and a lover….providing a detailed inspection, while at the same time, turning me on with the long warm breaths I felt blowing against my asshole as he let out his sigh of amazement and what I could only guess was his approval. Soon, he was finished investigating…he had satisfied all he wanted to find for that moment, and told me to turn around, as he stood up…when I did, he now had his back to me, bending slightly, as much as he could in the small bathtub area…and said, “check my ass out” as if to say how proud he was of his ass. I can only assume by the way he inspected my ass, and the eagerness of wanting me to investigate his, that he must have diddled a lot with his own ass and enjoyed it immensely….I gave the same general inspection to his ass cheeks, and asshole as he did mine, and made sure to let my long hot breaths drift across his hot little hole as he had done to mine….he moaned slightly….I think I was right about he doing something to his asshole…it seemed to be a point of pleasure….I’ll make mental note about that, and when the time is right….I’ll work on that. Although it was Benny that made the initial move to “seduce” me….I was still “testing the waters” and taking it slow as to not scare him…or move so fast that he get spooked and run out…or worse...TELL SOMEONE I WAS TOUCHING HIM. So I played it slow and cautiously. I finished looking at his butt, and he straightened up, and turned to face me….we each reached for the others cock again…as my hand approached his dick, but had not touched it yet, I can feel the heat coming from it…it was like a portable heater in the winter time….the feeling of heat was almost enough to make me cum without touching my cock ! Benny kneeled in front of me and still holding my dick, moved it into many different positions…once again…an inspection…this time of my cock. He placed it gently and lovingly on his cheek and slowly caressed it as if it were a new puppy…he was letting out barely audible moans and gasps….my mind was racing a million miles a minute…but I didn’t know what to do. I placed my hands under his armpits and while feeling the small amount of soft boy fur in the pits, lifted him to his feet….in turn, I kneeled in front of him…I took some soap in my hand and began to slowly, lovingly, gently soap up his bush, balls and cock….as I did so, he had closed his eyes, little chills started running through his body making it shutter with delight...low guttural moans from deep within his throat, almost like growls were starting to get louder….i looked up and see his head tilting back with face to the ceiling, eyes closed tight, biting his lip and moving his hands to my shoulders to steady himself. I began to stroke long slow strokes…as I stroked up and neared the mushroom head with my soapy hand, he would occasionally pull his hips back….then, on my downward stroke, he would push his cock forward into my hand, basically humping my hand in delight….as his moans got louder, and deeper in his throat, I pumped his dick faster and tightened my grip on his manhood in amazement at how long and think this boy meat was…after a few minutes, he was fucking my fist like he would fuck a woman…a few times, his movements were so exaggerated, that he would pull out of my fist on his back thrust, and I would have to quickly re-grip his dick to keep his motion going…he was moving faster and moaning louder…his hand was gripping my shoulders like a vise while he would utter “oh yea man, fucking stroke that fucking dick !”…I could feel his iron cock slightly expanding and relaxing and knew he was about to squirt. I looked up at him and couldn’t believe that he was so lost in lust and in my stroking…his face showed he was in absolute heaven….suddenly, he looked down at me and opened his mouth, gripped my shoulders like it was the end of his life, and pumped my fist faster with loooonnnnnggggg strokes, his eyes grew BIG…almost as if they were about to pop out of his head….from his mouth started a few short breaths…haa, ahh, ahhh, his dick seemed to swell in thickness, his low hanging balls got tight up to his crotch, and the mushroom head turned bright purple. Then a long and growing louder strained as if he is using all his strength combined with a whine like cry...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and then shot a big glob of cum the size of an egg yolk onto my chin, neck and chest…in a matter of mili-seconds, an additional 5 or 6 long jets of steaming hot cum…each shot hit different parts of my body as I gripped his cock firmer and continued stroking like a madman…the streams are so hot on my body, that I feel as if someone has dripped candle wax on my body….I was so enthralled by the action, that if I had been thinking even a little about the sex scene, I am sure I would have cum without touching myself ! As his cum subsided, I continued to stroke and squeeze the remaining cum from his cock, caressing and lightly squeezing his balls to get every last drop…his legs were weak and shaking, his grip on my shoulders loosened, and began to drape themselves over my shoulders and down my back…his body was beginning to slump toward my kneeling body, so I stood up. He just hugged me, arms around my neck, and I pulled him close to my body…we stood there under the beating shower water until he had the strength to stand on his own again. Even though he can now stand on his own again, he held me close like you would a lover…neither of us said a word for a few minutes, standing with the water from the shower beating down on us…until he said, “that was remarkable…now it’s your turn !” and grabbed my swollen dick. Benny stepped back a few inches, then kneeled in front of me, and proceeded to stroke my cock as I had done his, with a soapy hand, gripping it firmly, with his right hand and starting with slow, smooth strokes from the bulbous head to the bushy shaft end he rhythmically stroked my solid as a tree cock limb. With his left hand, I felt him tickling, squeezing and juggling my balls, and periodically rubbing my taint from the balls to my ass crack. His grip was firm…firmer than the way I jerk myself off…but much more inviting. His strokes were solid and determined, as their goal was to deliver pleasure and get the reward of hot jizz from my steel rod….if I didn’t know any better, I would say that he has done this before…if it was to himself, he was an aficionado of jerking off, if it was to others, they, as now I, were VERY lucky ! Because of the excitement I had just experienced with stroking Benny and having him cum all over me…I was already on the edge of cuming, so it didn’t take long before I was moaning and ready to blow. My mind went blank, and all I could acknowledge was the intense feeling Benny was giving to my piss chute ! I felt the lava starting to churn in my balls. I could feel that Benny’s stroking has now mixed the soap with my oozing precum, which has made his hand slicker and stroking faster…the feeling was indescribable ! The last thing I remember is holding onto Benny’s shoulders, the noise of the shower water hammering on my head and shoulders, and a remarkable rush of cum shooting up my searing hot shaft like a volcano erupting. Through the noise of the shower, I heard myself grunting caveman like noises and louder than my grunts is Benny yelling “oooohhhhh, wow !, damn !!!”. I regained my composure and looked down at Benny who had cum in his hair, on his eyelid, across his nose, and on his chin, chest and hand, who lovingly looked at me and said, “damn man….you cum in buckets ! that was like an elephant came !!”, obviously not comprehending the bucket of cum his cock deposited on me ! We stood up laughing, and washed each other’s bodies completely, with me sticking my soapy finger a little way into Benny’s asshole as I washed the crack of his ass. He stood there, trusting, and just said, “careful back there” with a laugh. We finished the shower, and spoke about what we did and how it felt while we got dressed again, and we went out to dinner. The next day, Troy and Benny came to the house…I had in the back of my mind that Benny was going to tell me that Troy wanted to shower with us…but that was wishful thinking. When the doorbell rang I was naked (I told you !!!), and I saw Benny and Troy through the glass. Thoughts ran through my head...I know being naked in front of Benny is not an issue, but Troy has not seen me naked and might freak, or be uncomfortable seeing me naked. On the other hand, being naked in front of Troy may prove to be the thing that gets all 3 of us into a sex romp. I thought better of the situation and threw on a pair of soccer shorts (no underwear) that was in the laundry bin in the nearby laundry room. I opened the door and simultaneously I heard Troy say, “Hi Tommy” while Benny gave me the snide remark, “what kept you, were you jerking off ?” and both the boys giggled. They stepped in and sat in the living room. I sat and said, “what’s up guys ?” Benny spoke first and said, “Troy and his parents are going to Orlando tomorrow for two weeks”. “Awesome” I said, “will you go to Disney ? I love the rides there” Troy said, “yeah, I was there once before when I was younger, but I remember that I liked it. My dad goes on the rides with me, my mom is too scared too”. I saw that Benny’s facial mood changed, and realizing that he was hearing about Benny and his dad having fun together, I said to Benny, “hey Benny…would you like to go there or somewhere with me for a vacation sometime ?” His face brightened up and became absolutely radiant, tears almost filling his eyes…and screamed, “Hell’s yeah !!!”. I said, “we’ll have to check with your mom to make sure it’s ok, but let’s keep it in plans.” The next statement I sort of expected, but it still hurt when I heard Troy say, “she don’t care…she likes it when he’s not around”. I looked at Benny and expected his face to change again, or at least hear him say to Troy, ‘that’s not true, or shut the fuck up’, anything to identify that Troy was mistaken about Benny’s mother’s feelings and love toward Benny…but instead, I heard Benny say, “yeah…the less time I am with her, the better she likes it”. My heart sank, and tears started to well up in my eyes. What could this “innocent” kid of 14 years possibly have done to his mother to give everyone the impression that he wasn’t wanted. I asked if they wanted to sit out on the deck, and have a coke…but Troy said, I have to go, my dad wants me to have dinner and focus on packing. I told Benny, well, if you have nothing to do, you can stay. He said, “no thanks, I gotta go to, but I might be back later”. I said ok, wished Troy a good trip and they left. With Troy gone, and little kids to hang with, Benny has been coming over almost every day. Sometimes he is sitting on my steps when I return from work….he is a very horny boy….he has adopted my “Constantly naked every chance I get” theory, and we are naked almost every minute we are together….of course, it is easier to have spur of the moment sex when you don’t have to remove each other’s clothes every time. We are having great times together…playing games, watching TV or movies (sometimes porn….straight, gay, lesbian, and a few times…animal sex). Benny was into almost everything …he was the most opened minded person (regardless of age) I have ever met in my life…I was so impressed with his attitude…that I have adopted it and still live in the non-judgmental, “anything that works for you” attitude…which allows me to, now at age 50, continually have young men/boys befriend me, because I don’t judge them for what they do or like to do, no matter how strange. Being naked all the time with Benny is awesome ! One of us will be laying on the couch, and the other will eventually get between his legs and lounge out on top of him while watching TV….on commercials, we can poke each other in the ribs, tickle each other, or start stroking the other’s dick…which usually ends up with a quick blow job or fuck (if the show we are watching is good) or a relocation to the bedroom or shower for a loooonnnggggg sex session (if the show we are watching sucks). Oh yeah…I forgot to tell you about the blow jobs and fucking ! Please see part 3.... Your comments are always welcomed !

PART 4 of 5 Please read Part’s 1 through 3 of My New Neighbors in order to make sense of this story. Thank you. Over the next few days, Benny and I jerked, grinded, touched and sucked each other every chance we got…until Benny got bored with jerking and sucking, and was ready to graduate to the next level ! One day it was overcast and raining when he appeared, drenched and dripping at my house. It took him no time to take the wet clothes off, and throw them in the dryer. He must have been walking for a long time, as his skin was wet, cold and clammy as well. We jumped into a hot shower and washed each other….I dropped to my knees and sucked him to completion, swallowing his searing load and then licking my lips savoring his sweet boy juice. I remember thinking that he was now spraying more cum then when I first met him. Normally, Benny would drop to his knees and suck me off too…but today, he said, “let’s get out and go to the bedroom”. I didn’t think much of it, if he didn’t suck me then, I am sure he would at some time through the day. We dried each other off, and stepped into the bedroom still totally naked, when he jumped onto my King size bed. He laid on his back and spread he gorgeous legs, so I could view his full boyhood in all its glory. I noticed his cock was returning from its rock hard state to a flaccid state, so I climbed on top of him, grinding my cock against his. Our heads were side by side, and he reached up and took my head in his hands, placing his hands on either side of my face, and lifted it until we were eye to eye, nose to nose, and then while still holding my head, lifted his head slowly and kissed me passionately on the lips. The kiss was smooth, warm, gentle and inviting. Without words, it relayed his feelings to me, opened heart, totally committed. Continuing our kissing, now entering each other’s mouths with our tongues, searching, biting, exchanging our love, grinding our bodies into each other, in no time we were both hard again. Benny reached for my ridged cock, and spreading his legs more, began searching his ass crack with the head of my dick. I sort of laughed, saying, “what are you doing ?”. Benny replied, “I want you in me” WOW !!! my head was spinning. I don’t think I could ever talk any virgin, especially a boy, into moving as quickly as he was moving me ! It was plain to see that he was in control of this relationship, and he had an agenda to accomplish his goals in record time ! I kneeled up on the bed and as I did, Benny spread his legs more, providing me with a perfect view of this rock hard cock, sagging balls in their wrinkled sack, and part of his boy crack. In a few seconds, he raised his legs like a woman, pulled each ass cheek apart and allowed me full view of his man cave. It was awesome to see the pink boy button like pursed lips awaiting a kiss. The fringe of the ad cheeks are lined with a dark wisp of hair that defines that this is a man’s ass. Flexing his sphincter muscles, he forced his pucker to extend out and relax, and I swear I heard his ass say, ‘come fuck me’ ! I went to the bathroom and got some baby oil, and oiled his ass and my cock up real good. I didn’t want to hurt him, as he was a virgin, and was eager to try being fucked…I don’t what to have his first time being a bad memory. As I applied the oil to his boy button, he squealed and said it was cold but felt great. I continued to rub the oil on the outside lips of his button, and he was moaning softly…so I started to enter the cave with one finger, and he responded with flexing his sphincter muscle again, which reach out, and grabbed my finger, pulling it deeper into the cavern…he did this twice pulling my entire finger into his hole. I was now deep inside the boy cave, feeling the actual raw organs of Benny’s insides….he was moving and moaning, trying to get my finger deeper inside, and I began pulling out and he said, “NO, leave it in there, it feels so good !”, and with his order, I began to pull and push my finger into the boy hole, finger fucking him…his legs spread wider, and he was lifting his ass off the bed to the motion of my finger fucking, basically he was now fucking my finger ! About 3 minutes passed and Benny was moaning wildly, with sweat forming on his forehead, brow and I can smell the manly musk scent from his armpits. Looking at his face, I could see he was lost in passion, with his eyes closed continuing his hip gyrations and periodically opening his eyes and staring at me with vacant, dead eyes… it was plain to see and hear, he was now lost in total lust ! He reached down and grabbed my wrist, and pumped my finger into his ass a few more times, trying to get it deeper then I could, and finally, pushing my hand away and grabbing my still hard cock, screamed, “fuck me !” I positioned myself at the entrance to his boy cave and pressed the head of my cock against it…once again, he flexed his sphincter and like a trained dog, he gripped the head of my cock and pulled it in. The feeling of his boy hole was amazing, I could feel the tightness of the hole, as it enveloped my dick head and bombarded it with a solar heat as if I walked into a sauna. The heat was remarkable, it was wet and hot, unlike anything I have ever felt before, it was indescribable !! As I was in my own daze, drinking in the feeling of the boy cave…he began moving his hips as he did before with my finger in his ass, and started to push himself onto my cock. Realizing I was not attending to his needs, I hovered over him and began to slowly slide my cock into the boy cavern. As I was doing so, his eyes were rolling back into his head and the guttural, sensual moans he was emitting were making me harder and move faster. I began pumping his boy slot slow at first, and Benny reached back and grabbed each of my ass checks, pulling me tighter and deeper, holding me there for a long time, not wanting me to pull out, even a little, then as his moans forced me to become more hornier, and I had to take control. Pulling out until just the tip of my cock was remaining in the hole, and then ramming it back in as deep as I could go…I did this faster and faster as his moans and grunts were getting louder and louder. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else except Benny’s moans of pleasure, but soon focused on my own pleasures, and realized how my cock was being enveloped and gripped like a vise by this waiting, wanting boy sinkhole. I could feel the searing heat inside surrounding my cock, which seemed to get hotter each thrust in, and finally I could feel my cock begin to swell. Benny must have felt it swelling too, as his eyes flew opened, and he said in a stuttered forceful moan…”cum in me !”. These were the most inviting words I could have heard at that moment, as I didn’t want to leave the refuge of this boy cave ! I began long, hard pumps into his ass as he was screaming through clenched teeth, “harder ! harder !” mixed with periodic grunts and screams of “aaauuuuuggggg” the harder I pumped they louder he was yell…his screams tuned to sighs almost pleading, begging it to be harder….a few more pumps and I strained to say, “I’m going to cum”, his grip on my ass got tighter, digging his nails into my flesh, I worked through the pain to get to the prize, and in a few seconds I was cuming into the smoking hot boy cave ! I was gritting my teeth and cuming so hard I felt my eyes cross. I think my heart stopped for a second, and found myself gasping for air, and my body collapsed on top of Benny. Benny meanwhile, was screaming in his own world, wrapped his legs around my waist like a prisoner, not ever wanting me to leave, and when I collapsed on top of him, still cuming, he bit my earlobe with a tender yet purposeful bite. Eventually, although the seconds felt like minutes, I stopped cuming. Laying on top of Benny, we were both sweating, our slippery bodies breathing heavy, Benny let go of my ear and just started laughing, which in turn made me laugh. He said, “ THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME !!!! I thought about it for a long time, but I NEVER expected it to be like that !!!” We laid there for a long time, me on top of Benny, he hugging me. With our bodies touching like there were, chest to chest, Benny’s legs still wrapped around my waist holding me tight, my cock, although now shrinking, still in Benny’s asshole….it felt as if our love for each other and the world was perfect. Eventually we both fell asleep. Look for the final chapter (chapter 5). As always, I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did writing it. Comments are always appreciated.

Please read Part’s 1 & 2 of My New Neighbors in order to make sense of this story. Thank you. As I said, while Troy was away for the two weeks, Benny was at my place almost every day. One day, we decided to go play tennis nearby. Benny had to show me where the courts were, because I am new to the area. The courts are by the school, about a 20 minute drive. After parking in the parking lot, we walked through the ball fields filled with kids playing baseball, soccer and running on the track. I was surrounded by teen boys and I could smell the testosterone as if I was in a locker room. I remember thinking, ‘if I can smell the hot boy sweat this much here in the open air, I bet I would cum if I entered the locker room !’ Walking through the fields, there were many hot boys that greeted Benny, while a few asked him if I was his father. He replied, “no, his my coach”. I felt both sad and happy at that comment. Sad because he had to hear the comment about his father, and happy because he felt close enough that he identified me as his personal coach. We played tennis for about a half hour, and I was impressed because it was clear by the way he played that he was a natural born athlete. He moved smooth, fluid and fast on the court, and looked good doing it ! At about the half hour mark, a young hot tall slender blond boy and his mother entered to play a game of tennis on the court next to us. The boy and Benny exchanged greetings, and as I was walking toward the net to retrieve a ball, I heard Benny say, this is my personal coach Tom, I looked up and he extended his hand as Benny said, this is Roy. I shook Roy’s hand and he said, “nice to meet you”, then turned to Benny and said, “I didn’t know you were so into tennis”. Benny replied, “it’s not just sports, he’s my new neighbor, and is teaching me a whole lot of shit !” Roy and myself laughed at that statement…I think Roy just thought the way he said it was funny, while I was thinking that Benny was the one that taught me how to jerk a boy off in the showers ! Roy’s mother walked by and said hello, and went to her side of the court. Roy took his place and Benny and I also resumed playing. After about 20 or so minutes, Benny was getting bored and Roy’s mom wasn’t the “Davis cup” tennis pro by any means…which was making Roy bored. Benny suddenly asked Roy, “hey, do you want to play doubles ?” Roy, eager to get away from the terrible game he was having with his mother, said “YEAH !”, and then said, “oh…I mean, only if my mom wants to” and looked at his mom. His mother said, “well, I’m not very good, but if you are willing to put up with me, I’ll play”. Benny screamed, “the old guys against the young guns”, and we all laughed. I said, “we old guys will take that challenge, and kick your ass !” I actually play tennis very well, and was only ‘half playing’ the game with Benny. Roy’s mom (Anita) said, “what do I do” and I just said, “stand there and hit anything that comes near you, I got everything else”. In almost no time, the score was 3 games to 0…old guys winning ! Benny and Roy were arguing with each other….we could hear the conversation of Roy saying to Benny, “why didn’t you tell me he was that good”, and Benny rebutting, “I didn’t know he was fucking John McEnroe !” Then the strategy came from Ron…”well…don’t hit it to him…hit it to my mom !!” I had to think of a way to distract them, and I thought back to what Benny did to me when he first came to my house after his baseball game. I was about to receive the ball, and Benny was serving, which meant that Roy’s mom had her back to me. Roy was looking at me, and so was Benny…as he threw the ball into the air, I lifted the leg of my shorts, flashing my limp dick and low hanging balls at both of them…Benny missed the ball completely while laughing, and Roy’s eyes bugged out, and then he busted out laughing. Anita was asking the boys, “what’s so funny ?” and then turned to me, but I had only flashed the boys, so my shorts were back in the proper position….so I looked at her with a straight face and said, I don’t know…they are silly” when she turned back to them to tell them, “you guys are crazy”, I flashed them again ! Both boys laughed and Benny fell to the ground rolling around laughing. Anita thought they were laughing at her statement, and just said, “get up, let’s play”. I did this a few times, and naturally, Anita and I won that game. Now is was my turn to serve….but they couldn’t do it to me while I was serving, because Anita was at the net looking at both of them (ha ha fuckers !). at one point, Anita went to retrieve a ball far at another court, and while her back was turned, Benny flashed me like he did at my house. I pointed to Benny, making Roy turn and see Benny’s junk flashed, and he started to laugh again. I was praying that Roy would have the balls to flash me as I wanted to see his junk up close….maybe even stroke it like I did to Benny ! Benny and I flashed each other (and Roy) a few more times before Anita announced, “Roy, it’s time to go, I have to pick daddy up at the train station”. With that they said good bye, and Roy leaned into me and said, “I really had fun. I hope to see you again”. Ahh, I thought, maybe a possible other cock to stroke in the future ? Roy and his mom left the courts and I asked Roy if I could piss in the locker room. Truth was that I noticed that many of the boys had left the field, and I was praying to catch them in the showers !!! he directed me into the locker room area, and I saw the facility. I liked the layout, as there were many lockers around the surrounding walls, with three rows in the center. There was a steam room as well as a sauna. I thought this was overkill for a High School, and thought, no wonder my taxes are so high ! Unfortunately, although there were a few boys in the lockers, they were just keeping their underwear on, and no one was taking a shower. I went to the urinals and took a leak. When I came out, Benny was talking about the up-coming season with a few boys. He introduced me to them, and we left. When we were in the car, I said, “that was fun, thanks for suggesting that. You are a great player…do you play often ?”, Benny said, “thanks, yeah, I had a ball. I have played before, but not really often. You know who had a great time was Roy ! he kept telling me he thought you were awesome, and that I was lucky to have you as a friend. He paused, and then laughed and through his laughter he said, Roy’s mother didn’t have a fucking clue what the fuck was happening !”. I was pleased to hear this…I was thinking how to covertly ask if he thought Roy would enjoy meeting up with us for sex, when he turned to me and said, “you know, I respect you right ?” not understanding what he was trying to say, I said, “what…what did you say?”, and he repeated it again, to which I replied, that he should know that I respect him as well, and loved hanging with him. There was a long quiet pause as I drove on, and then he said, “like, I respect you so much, I would blow you”. I couldn’t believe what I just heard…so I said, “what ? did you just say you would blow me ?” he said, “yeah…you know, I mean, I respect you like more than I ever did anyone else, and I would like to blow you”. I laughed a little (nervously) and stopped at a traffic light, and said, “let me get this straight…you will blow me…like, suck my dick ?!” Benny said, “sure, I figure it would be the next step to us jerking each other off”. The light changed, and I drove on in silence…we were about 3 miles from my house. I was thinking if I should do it with such a young boy, but at the same time, I was thinking he was so hot and it was what I wanted to do with him, so why am I having doubts now ? that logic was quickly replaced with, well….we already saw each other naked…and ROCK HARD…and hell, we even jerked each other off and came all over each other…so what the fuck…why not ! Now, a block from my house, I turned to Benny and said, are you joking or for real ? He replied “I mean it…I’ll suck your dick if you want me to”. With a deep breath, I said, “ok…if you are sure. Have you ever sucked a dick before ?”, of course he said “NO”. I pulled into the driveway and we get out and walk toward the opened garage door. I stop and said, “shit, I forgot the tennis rackets” and turn to go back to the car. Benny continued into the house, and when I get into the house, Benny is in the middle of the living room stark naked and harder than he was in the shower, if that was even possible ! Seeing him naked and hard, got my dick to spring to full attention as well, and grow even harder when Benny said, “come over before I lose my nerve !” I strip off my clothes and kneel next to Benny, who grabs hold of my dick and starts to go down on me….he sucks in the head, and pulls off, looks up at me and says, “how do you do it ?” I said, “how the fuck should I know” but I was covering…I had sucked about 2 dozen cocks in my teen years…but I didn’t want to lead on that I was gay. He never waited for my answer, as he went down on my again as I was answering him. Each time he went down, he would suck it in deeper and deeper, until my dick was in as far as it could go in the sitting position I was in, so I laid back, and Benny took it all the way in…right to the skin behind the bush of hair on my crotch ! I couldn’t breathe…here was a hot smooth eager 14 year old boy deep throating my cock...the full 6”, with no problem, no complaints, no issues ! I was in heaven as he started to pull up to the tip of the head, and then ram his mouth down on it again. Although it was feeling awesome, all I could focus on was looking at Benny’s rock hard cock jumping in his lap…I pushed him onto his back and swallowed his cock like he did mine. It caused him to stop and remove my dick from his mouth and scream, “oh yeah…just like that !!!” in almost a squeal of jubilation ! I thought with my excitement I would cum quickly, however we both lasted for about 20 minutes, due to the fact that I would suck his dick for a while, then move to lick and then finally suck his balls one at a time. Benny did the same to me….I guess he learns quick ! He enjoyed when I licked his balls from the bottom of his shaft to the space between his asshole and where his balls meet the skin. I call this the “TAINT”, cause in a woman, it taint ass and it taint pussy. I have also heard it called the “grundle”….but I have no idea why. As I lapped at the taint and periodically took one of his nuts in my mouth, he would stop sucking or licking whatever he was currently on, and just enjoy my licking…I would hear him purr and spread his legs wider to allow my head better unrestricted access. I loved his young boy smell, and the lustful scent he had in his crotch. I hoped he was enjoying my crotch as much as I was enjoying his ! The taste of Benny’s cock was remarkable…I could taste the sweet and yet salty precum dripping from his cock, and I know I was oozing precum like a fountain into Benny’s mouth…he wasn’t saying a word…just sucking and periodically moaning…I wasn’t sure if it was from something I was doing to him, or if he was enjoying my cock like a steak ! Benny’s dick was awesome…long, thick, smooth and ridged as a piece of steel….the more I sucked on it, the harder it got ! As I buried it deep in my mouth, I could feel it swell slightly, like a snake flexing its muscle…but it was now my snake…with the swelling of the shaft, so did the head, and the mushroom head that was already big enough, was swelling and it was like a plunger in my throat…once comfortably fitting down my throat, and then it swelled and blocked my throat, filling it all around. Each time it swelled, and shrunk back, a big glob of precum would drip out of it on to my tongue, and I would lick it back off my tongue and spread it up and down the shaft, making it so slippery, I was like swallowing a giant shrimp. After about 20 minutes, I felt Benny’s cock swelling more and more, and shrinking less and less, and he balls and sack that were so loose before, that I could take one nut in my mouth at a time, has shriveled up to his grundle so close, I could no longer separate the nuts. I knew he was going to blow his load soon, so I removed it from my mouth and gave it the loving, tight griped stroking I had given it a few days earlier…staring at the head, I could see it changing size…bigger and then smaller….soon, it got bigger and took longer for it to shrink, and Benny is moaning and sucking my cock like he wanted to suck the skin off and leave the messy muscle underneath. His legs are opening and closing, and sometimes he folds his knees up and lifts he ass off the floor…his moans are louder now, and there is sweat on his stomach as I am jerking his cock and periodically licking/sucking the head and shaft way….suddenly, he picked his ass up off the floor and I heard the straining voice that I first heard in the shower when he was about to cum…and my grip tightened and my strokes were longer and slower…Benny started to yell while lifting his ass with my body laying on top of his off the floor….damn…this is going toe be a BIG load if he can lift my body weight and his ! Suddenly, I was hit in the cheek with the first blow of cum…it was so powerful, it actually stung my cheek…I kept stroking and before I knew it, I was releasing my cum all over Benny’s face as well…we were both cuming on each other at the same time ! when I finished squirting, I could feel him squeezing my cock from the base up to the top, as if it was a tube of toothpaste…making sure that he got every drop of cum out…I also felt him lick my piss slit, tasting my cum on his tongue, but he never said anything. When he was sure there was no more cum, he started laughing, saying, “look at my face…its painted with your cum !” I rolled off him to the side, and we both sat up, now looking at each other and laughing at the site. I could feel the love and openness radiating from him…it was plain to see that he truly loved me…I hoped he could feel my love for him as well….we may be sucking each other’s cocks…but we were still guys in the end ! Watch for Part 4, the final chapter ! Comments are always welcomed !!!

If you aren't into guy on guy stories than this isn't for you. It began at the end of our last exams. It was a common tradition for everyone to get a little crazy on the last night to celebrate the summer. A friend of mine, Susan, told me that she would be having another of her famous parties. Susan's house was huge and had gained a reputation for hosting popular raves. Needless to say, we were all excited to hear that another one was coming. When Saturday night came, me and my best friend, Evan, set out on the long walk to Susan's house. We discussed about general things along the way. Different exams, new movies, plans for the summer, girl opportunities we would now face. This was important to me as I had been on a 7 month dry streak. I began to think about who might be at the party who would be worth making a move on. We joked around, making predictions of who the other would hook up with. "What about Jenna?", Evan asked, "You and her always get along" "Nah", I replied, "she can kick my ass and that to me is a bad sign". Evan laughed. "Fair enough, but I know you and once you've had a few drinks, you'll think differently. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you make a move on me". I hesitated for a second. To Evan, this was a harmless joke but to me it was a secret desire. There had been times before when I imagined what it would like to be with another guy. I wouldn't have considered myself gay as I had been with plenty of girls and had been in two happy relationships. But a few years ago I had begun thinking about Evan in a different way at times. Fantasizing, but never acting on it, thinking it was just the curious thoughts of a teenager. There were often times when I would be with Evan and would find myself eyeing him up a bit. This would only last a few seconds and then I'd forget about it. Evan is good looking guy. He's slightly taller than me and has a nice build. He's not extremely muscled (only a little more than me) but is toned and very strong looking. He has light brown hair and blue eyes. Following this comment, I found myself picturing us together. Tonight, he was wearing a black shirt with stripes and a pair of dark jeans. I admired the way the shirt complimented his shape and the jeans clung to his ass. We eventually reached Susan's and it was no surprise that the place was packed. It was good seeing everyone together again and I was remembering what it was like to actually go out and have fun instead of being stuck inside studying. A lot of drinks were had by all and as the night came to an end, people were stumbling out and giggling at stupid things around them. Me, Rachel and Evan decided it was really late and headed for home. I can't remember what we were talking about but we all couldn't stop laughing. Eventually we passed Rachel’s house and said goodbye. Now that it was just the two of us again, Evan asked me if I had gotten any action. I told him I hadn't and he admitted the same. It didn't bother us too much. It had still been a really fun night hanging with our friends. Evan told me how he felt like he had nearly sealed the deal with Aly, a girl from school, but her friend had thrown up and she had to take her home. We couldn't help but laugh at this. The walk was taking twice as long as it should have and it didn't help that it began to rain. "Crash at mine tonight. Save yourself the walk", Evan said once we reached his house. I happily accepted seeing as it was starting to come down harder, and we were both getting pretty wet. We stumbled into his house, the effect of the alcohol now more obvious as I felt my head spin a little bit upon entering. Evan's family was away so we weren't worried about being noisy as we stomped through the house to the living room. I dropped onto his sofa and sprawled out across it. He walked in, saw me and gave me a little kick, signalling for me to move over. I grunted in protest and turned my head away. I suddenly felt his warm hands grab my waist and he pushed me over a bit and sat down. I straightened up as he turned on the TV, and suddenly I was conscious of how close together we were. I could feel his warm body through his soaking wet shirt and I felt myself begin to get hard through my jeans as I sat there, enjoying the feeling of him against me. Luckily, it was dark and he wouldn't be able to see. We talked about the party while an old movie played. My mind was only half on the conversation though. I couldn't stop thinking about Evans body next to mine, and I had the urge to just turn and pounce on him, though I knew it was a ridiculous thought. Eventually, he sat up a bit and said: "I'm getting out of these wet clothes. Do you want to borrow some as well?" "Probably a good idea", I replied, and followed him to his room. As I got to the top of the stairs I saw Evan walking into his room while peeling off his soaking wet shirt. My heart began to race as I saw the outline of his abs. I quickly followed him in and just gazed at his back as he rooted through his closet for clothes. "Here we are", Evan passed me a bundle. "Thanks", I replied. We both stood there for some time. I didn't know why he was just staring at me. "Well are you going to leave and let me change?" he asked. I felt really stupid as I turned and stepped back out into the landing. I pulled off my wet shirt, jeans and underwear and threw them aside. I slipped on the boxer shorts he had given me. They were snug around me and it pleased me to know that they complimented my body the same way as they did for Evan. The outline of my member on was quite visible if looked directly at. I slipped on the T-shirt and started towards his room again. It suddenly occurred to me he might not be finished changing. I hesitated but felt a strong urge to open the door. Instead, I pushed it open a creak and peered in. To my disappointment, he had already put on a dry pair of boxers. His ass looked amazing in them. He came out to the landing soon enough, still only in boxers. He told me he never wears a T to bed. I wish I had said the same. He led the way back down the stairs and the whole way down my eyes were glued to the material of his boxers clinging to his ass. I felt myself getting semi-hard and realised it had to stop. My member was already visible through the tight material and any hard-on would be too obvious. We walked back into the sitting room. I waited as Evan left the room and reappeared again with blankets. He handed me one and in that brief moment that he lent forward, holding it out at waist level, I had an excuse to look at his prize. I could see the outline of his shaft through the thin material. It looked amazing. I quickly grabbed the blanket and lay down placing it over me, to hide my hard-on. Evan lay down beside me and we began to watch a movie. The movie seemed to go quickly, but all I could focus on was the image of Evans member in his underwear. I was fully hard and seeing as I was lying on my front, I almost had the urge to grind against the floor. I couldn't do it though. It would be too obvious. I pretended I was too warm and removed my T-shirt. I looked at Evans arms and watched as the blue light danced on his muscle. His blanket ended at the middle of his back and as I let my eyes run down his smooth back I wondered if his body would be exposed to me again. After a while, I got out from my blanket to go to the bathroom, covering my crotch area so to not give anything away. When I came back, Evan had turned over and was lying in full view with his blanket off. Still focused on the movie, his hand was down his boxers, slowly moving. I wasn't sure if he was just adjusting himself or just keeping his hand there as guys tend to do at times. He eventually removed it and to my pleasure, he seemed to be semi erect through his underwear. The light from the TV shone straight down on his bulge. It looked huge. I stood there for some time, scanning his near naked body, sporting my own raging boner. Eventually, when I felt that Evan would be wondering where I was, I walked back in and quickly attempted to lay down on my front again to cover myself. "This movie kind of sucks" Evan said shortly "Yea, lets watch something else", I suggested We flicked through some channels, or more accurately, Evan flicked through while I stared at his junk. We watched segments of a couple of comedies, another movie and left it on one of those 24 hours workout channels. Like typical guys, we started gloating about how many pushups we could do and started challenging each other. I felt so horny watching Evan doing these short workouts. When it came to my turn, I suddenly realized I was still hard as hell. "What are you waiting for?" Evan asked. I convinced myself it probably wasn't as obvious as I thought it was, rolled over and began lifting my body into the first pushup. Evan remained silent as I lowered myself again. "1" I could feel my hard cock pushing against the thin material of my underwear and knew deep down that you'd have to be blind not to notice "2" Evan was very quiet. I couldn't get myself to look at him "5" I tried to break any possible tension from building up: "See? This is easy" "10" Evan gave a half-hearted laugh at my comment and said nothing more "20" Eventually I began to get tired and stopped just as I reached Evan's limit. "I guess we are evenly matched", he laughed and turned back to the TV. He looked kind of awkward in his movements and upon glancing down I saw why. Evan was sporting the biggest hard on I had ever seen. He lay down on his front and covered himself with the blanket again. I felt that that was the last look at it I would get. We both lay there watching for some time and soon I heard soft snoring coming from right beside me. He was asleep. I still felt so damn hot and started searching the channels for porn. I came across some low budget film with two college girls servicing a middle aged man. After a couple of minutes of watching I found myself staring at Evan once again. I rolled over closer to him, arousal overcoming nerves, and began to slide the covers off of him. I lightly brushed my hand over his toned ass, my dick now hurting it was so hard. I was jerked back to reality when van suddenly twitched and rolled over. I lay there inches from him, frozen in terror. All he needed to do was open his eyes and I'd be caught. This sort of excited me and after 5 minutes of being completely still, I focused my attention on his cock. Even in his sleep he was still erect, and now I had front row seats. There had to be a way to get rid of the thin material in between me and what I had been longing to see all night. I moved my hand close and with one finger, I lightly grazed his shaft. Evan didn't budge. I ran two fingers along it. Still no reaction. I let my hand rest on it, taking in the sensation of this rock hard wonder. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled down my boxers just enough to let my own cock breath. I wondered if I could get away with doing the same to Evan. I turned my body around and delicately slipped 3 fingers under the waistband of his underwear. I felt them brush off his shaft as I did this. Slowly, while glancing at Evan regularly, I began to slip down the front of his boxers. To my shock and pleasure, his dick sprang out and slapped against the side of my face. I stifled a laugh and looked back at Evan. He was still asleep. Now his cock stood there in all its glory. It looked more amazing than I could have imagined. 9 inches if I had to guess. Two inches more than me. Standing at full attention right in front of my face. I didn't know what to do now. I wanted it so bad but I knew I had already gone too far and Evan could wake up. After what seemed like a lifetime of just staring at it while I stroked my own, I decided I had to give it a taste before I put it away again. I gave one last glance at Evan and then moved in. I stuck out my tongue and carefully tipped the side of it. This was the first dick I had ever tasted. It was a new sensation. A nice one. I wanted to go further. I ran my tongue upwards a few centimetres before moving my head back. I was sad that I had to stop but I couldn't risk it. With one hand I gently gripped his waistband again and with the other I wrapped my fingers delicately around his cock so I could slip it back in. I started pulling up the material when I heard a sound. Sort of like a gasp. I turned my head slowly around and saw Evan looking straight back at me. I was busted. My mouth went dry. I had no idea what to do. My best friend of many years had just woken up to find me bent over him with my manhood out and his in my hand. My heart was beating rapidly. I was looking for anything to say. He didn't look angry. He just looked surprised. He lifted his arm slowly and I closed my eyes, waiting for it to strike me hard. I deserved it. Suddenly, I felt something brush against my ass. I opened my eyes again to see Evan staring at my ass, his hand now firmly on it, rubbing it through the boxers. I sat completely still, watching in awe, not knowing what was going on. Evan pulled down my boxers and began rubbing my bare ass. It only occurred to me that I still had his cock in my hand when I suddenly felt it becoming even more stiff if that even was possible. I squeezed it lightly and Evan smiled a little bit, massaging my ass cheeks harder now. This was incredible. My hot best friend was fondling my ass! My shock drained away and I was suddenly overcome by lust. I turned my attention back to his cock and without hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up the length of the shaft. It felt unbelievable. Upon reaching the top, I engulfed the tip and began to slide my mouth down over it until half of his cock was inside my mouth. Evan let out a moan and his hand moved from my ass around to my ball sack. He caressed them gently and then gripped my hard on. I nearly came then and there. I slid his cock further into my mouth, deepthroating the full 9 inches before sliding it back out again. Evan began to Jack me off, starting slow and then quickly building up speed. "mmm suck on it Max", Evan whispered. Hearing him say this drove me crazy. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock furiously, feeling it throbbing against my tongue. Evan began to move his hips up in rhythm with my sucking. I massaged his balls, feeling them tighten up as I rubbed them. I was in a state of pure heaven. I wanted to shout out in pleasure but my mouth was full of Evans delicious meat, pounding away at my throat, my tongue dancing around every bit of his cock. I never wanted this to end. I suddenly felt Evans hands grip my hips and he lifted my waist towards him. We were now in the 69 position. I felt his abs against my own, tightening and relaxing in the heat of the moment. I despite my mouth being full, I moaned out in ecstasy as Evan suddenly sealed his lips around my own cock, and began to engorge it. I quickly thrust my hips forward into his mouth. His hands gripped my ass hard as I began to throat fuck him. I could feel my ball sack slapping against his nose with each pound, all the while I continued to deep throat his own shaft. We continued this for several minutes, ferociously picking up speed the whole time, like animals. I could feel Evan reaching his climax in my throat and his hips began to buck violently. His cock spazmed in my mouth and I suddenly felt hot cum fire out into the back of my throat and my tongue, quickly filling my mouth. I withdrew him from my mouth and happily swallowed before I took him back in again and began cleaning his shaft. Evan pulled out again and rolled me onto my back. Now on all fours, he continued to deep throat me with all his determination. I quickly felt my balls tighten and as I reached my orgasm, erupting into Evans mouth. It was the best feeling of my life. I groaned in pleasure as I fully released. Evan took it all before collapsing on me. We both lay there for some time, fully naked. Eventually Evan rolled off and lay down beside me, pulling his covers over the two of us. Neither of us spoke. I reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. He turned his head and looked at me. I gave him a warm smile. Without hesitation he moved close to me and kissed me. I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth, and returned the kiss passionately. We fell asleep butt naked in each other’s arms. I awoke the next morning. The alcohol had fully worn off now. I recalled the whole scenario and was content yet terrified. What now? Evan was still asleep beside me. Would he regret this? I hoped not. I got dressed and was ready to leave when I heard Evan stirring. I kneeled down beside him as he looked up into my eyes. I felt too awkward to say anything. Without thinking I leant in and gave him another long kiss. He smiled at me and then closed his eyes again as I stood up and walked to the door. I took one last look at him lying there naked. His toned arms, abs, ass. His body truly did look amazing. His cock now flaccid, it still looked huge. I took it all in one last time before walking out the door. I walked home with my stomach fluttering with excitement as I held the last mental image of Evan in my head. Hopefully it wouldn't be the last. To be continued....

This will be the last chapter to get posted to the public forums. See my profile for details. The next day I found out that Steph was going into town. She needed some extra help for the Auction. So it was going to be just Amanda and me… I kissed Steph goodbye before she drove off. Amanda was out checking on the herd at the time. It’s only a matter of time before she comes back to use me for her own twisted pleasure. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and go to make breakfast. A package was sitting on the counter and it’s made out to me. I tore it open like it was Christmas. It’s all the clothes I ordered. The thigh highs and underwear. The sexy women’s lace robe. The mini skirt. And of course the beautiful dresses. After dinner, I’m definitely going to try on the white dress, maybe with these cute underwear. Screw it… I’m going to put the underwear on now. Oh.. I didn’t realize these Calvin Klein’s were actually thongs… Screw it. I took off my pants and underwear. I slid the thong down over my feet and slowly pulled them up. The thong itself slipped in between my butt cheeks, hugging my crack nice and tight. Wow. To be honest, they aren’t that bad. Should I try on a skirt? I really don’t want to get them stained while I’m cooking. I’ll save them for later. I put on a pair of shorts instead. After I finished cooking a large skillet, I went out to fetch Amanda. “Hey, Amanda… Breakfast is ready.” I found her feeding the cattle at the pasture, she took one look at me and I could see the frustration on her face. “Why aren’t you wearing the clothes you just ordered?” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” “And here I thought you were ready to commit… What do I gotta do to get through that thick skull of yours that you are better off being my girl?” She took a moment's pause and then a devious smirk appeared on her face. “I guess I’m just going to have to teach you the hard way…” She grabbed a robe and came at me. Fear gripped me like a vice. I backed up as she came at me. She grabbed me by the arm and threw me to the ground. Then she ripped my shirt off, shredding it in half. Struggling against her was like trying to fight a bear… It was hopeless. I couldn’t escape as she tore my shorts off, leaving me completely naked, lying on my stomach against the wet grass from the morning dew. She had me pinned as she sat on my thighs. Twisting my arms behind my back, she tied them up tightly and then tied my ankles together. I was hogtied… I sobbed as she started to lay down a few blows against my ass. “Now let this be a reminder whenever you want to disobey me. Got it?” She got up and stood in front of me. “Yes… I won’t disobey you ever again,” I cry. “Now… Are you going to be my good little girl from now on, Kylie?” she asks me. “Yes, I’ll be your good girl, I promise!” I couldn’t stop sobbing. Not only was this humiliating and degrading… I was wet from the dew and cold. My ass stung. As fucked up as it all is, part of me wants more. The way Amanda looks at me. The way she talks to me. The fact she desires me. It all deep down excites me. Being owned and desired, even though it was so degrading and humiliating being treated like a pet or even worse, an object to her desire. At least she desired me… No one else even batted an eye in my direction. To everyone else, I was some kind of freak or queer… I’ve heard a slew of names used at me… But no one actually wanted me… Not like Amanda does. To her, I was a treasure. To her, I was something she’ll fight for, even if it is only in a purely instinctual and in a sexual way. At least it’s something. Looking up at her, as she stripped off her clothes, revealing a body worthy of a goddess and a cock… A cock any king would covet. I won’t lie, I am so scared and afraid of her… But I can’t deny that… deep down… I want to be used by her. I want that cock… Deep down I love hers. If wearing women’s clothing and becoming her good little girl was what it took… She got down on her knees in front of me… with that fat cock only inches away from my mouth… I opened up my mouth for her without being told. “I see you’re finally learning... “ She scooted forward, and the tip of her cock slides into my mouth… I get to work right away, swirling my tongue around the head of her dick as I wrap my lips, around the shaft, making an airtight seal. “Good girl,” she says as she pushes her cock in a little more. I suck, collapsing my cheeks as I inhale that cock. “You’re becoming quite the cocksucker, aye.” Her accent… Every now and then her accent wavers… Her normal southern raspy voice sometimes has a Hispanic undertone… As if the entire cowgirl presence she puts on is just an act… Who is she!? Her skin is rather dark, not quite ebony, but it’s got a caramel tone to it… And those tattoos… “Urrrggghhh…” She plunges her cock deep down my throat, interrupting my thoughts… I gag and choke on it. She starts hammering away, giving me a good face fuck. I try my best to breathe through my nose. Her dick stretches out my throat like a latex glove. I can only breath as she pulls out, only to plunge it back to the depths of my esophagus. In and out, she throttles my throat, giving it a good fucking. Finally, she pulls out, leaving me in a coughing fit. Then she pushes my bound arms apart which pulls my legs up, practically bending me further in half. She slides her hips in between my arms and I can feel her fat cock slide down my back until it lays between my ass cheeks. “Who do you belong to, girl?” she asks in a commanding voice as she grabs a handful of hair and yanks my head back. My arms strain against her body as she rubs the head of her cock up and down the ass of my crack. “You!” I scream out as she plunges her dick into my little asshole. “You know… Steph said the same thing when I was balls deep inside her thick ass. And now she begs for my cock.” She pushes her cock deeper into me making me squeal like a little girl. “No! She’d never… Urrrgghh.” I feel her balls slap against mine as she pushes the rest of that mammoth inside me. “Oh… You didn’t know?” she asks. “Cats out of the bag…” She slowly pulls out a few inches before slamming back into me. “I told her I was going to turn you into my little slutty girlfriend… She couldn’t deny it. She wanted the same thing. Of course, she’d probably would have said anything with my dick impaled in her ass.” “I remember the first time we met… It was at that bar with what’s her name… That waitress you like.” “Debby!?” I moan out as her cock continues to rub up against that sweet spot inside my ass. “Yeah… that’s the one! I was gonna take that hussy to pound town before Steph walked in…” The sound of her hips slapping against my ass fills the air as she begins to get into a rhythm. “I gotta say… Steph has one of the best asses I’ve ever seen… But your ass is by far the tightest.” “Why!?” I whimper. “Because I’m the only one who’s had the pleasure of using it… That’s why it’s so tight, I assume…” She laughs as she slumps down on top of me, pressing those breasts up against my back. She still has my hair in a vice grip as she licks up my neck. “Oh…You mean why am I doing all this?” “Yeeesss!” I moan out… “Because I can’t help myself… As soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have ya.” Her thrusts become harder as her other hand grabs my throat. “I also couldn’t resist fucking Steph’s ass. I love making a hard woman like that beg for my cock.” I was now lost, as the pleasure became too much. I’m consumed by the feeling of her cock pounding my ass. At this point, I’d do anything to keep her dick inside me. I can’t help but moan uncontrollably. “Urrrhhh Urrggghhh!” “That’s it my little slut… Moan for me,” she whispers in my ear as her thrust becomes harder. “Uhhh, fuck me harder!” I scream out, my voice becomes all high pitched. “Let’s face it, Kylie…You were meant to be a girl… My girl.” Her thrusts become primal and wild, pummeling my ass with a pure animalistic urge. “Urgghh Yesss… I’m yoour girl… Make me your slut!” I moan out, lost in it all. My mind is in a complete haze. Finally, she hilts herself inside me, I can feel her balls on mine. A warmth fills my bowels as she deposits her load inside me. After another spurt, she pulls out and unwraps herself from me. She walks in front of me, getting down on her knees. “Clean my cock off, slut.” Without even a moment's hesitation, I get to work sucking her cock clean. The taste of my asshole lingers on that dick along with her tasty cum. I slurp and suck on her pole as a few more ropes of cum fill my mouth. Swallowing every last drop, she pats me on the head. “Good girl.” She finally unties my bindings. My arms and legs collapse onto the ground. “Now go get yourself cleaned up and all pretty. I expect you to be wearing one of those outfits you’ve ordered…” With that being said she heads inside. I find her chowing down on breakfast as I walk inside, still completely naked. I’m filled with shame and humiliation as cum leaks out of my ass. But yet… I feel empty without Amanda’s cock inside me… And the things she said about Steph… That can’t be true! As Amanda finishes eating, she gives me a smack on the ass, sliding her finger in my cum filled asshole before shoving it in my mouth. “Make this easier on yourself and just become my little cum slut.” Sucking the cum off her finger, I turn around to face her. “If I become your girl, will you treat me better?” The look in her eye changes… As if guilt crept in. “I… Maybe…” “Why are you so mean to me?” I ask. She looks at me and I can see a sadness in her eyes. I flinch as her hand comes up and touches my face. Her thumb slowly strokes my cheek. “I… I don’t know…” Before I can say anything, she pulls me into a kiss. A deep intimate kiss. The likes I’ve never experienced before. “A fire burns inside me whenever I’m around you… Makes me do crazy shit.” She says as she kisses me once more. Without another word, she walks out the door. 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Dan met his roommate, Sidney, shortly after he arrived on the university campus. They got off to a shaky start, but have since become very close friends. Dan Smith is six feet two inches tall and weighs 225 pounds. His body is built for football, but he passed up a football scholarship because he wanted to show his family he could make it through school without all the alumni help that comes with a sports scholarship. He soon learned that foregoing the scholarship was a huge mistake. Sidney used his position as the football team’s trainer to help Dan get his football scholarship reinstated. He also helped Dan move all his personal belongings into the luxurious athletic dorm. Sidney rented an off campus apartment and Dan helped him move into his new residence. Dan had a standing invitation to visit Sidney’s apartment at anytime. Sidney was the first person to introduce Dan to same gender sex. To Dan’s surprise he found it to be very pleasurable to have Sidney suck his cock. He justified letting Sidney suck his cock by telling himself that since it happened while he was sleeping, it doesn’t make him gay. Dan often reminded himself that all guys like getting a blowjob and it shouldn’t matter if it is a boy or girl who is sucking his cock. He has a harder time justifying to himself his delight at getting fucked in the ass. That’s why he always pretended to be asleep when Sidney slipped his long well lubricated cock up his ass each night. Since they are no longer roommates it’s harder to pretend. Sidney has always loved being around big strong men like Dan. That’s why he works as a trainer for the university football team. The locker room is like a smorgasbord for Sidney. He gets to feast his eyes on all the cocks on the team. He occasionally gets to secretly hookup with a football player as long as it is done discreetly. Since his initial sexual experience with Sidney, Dan finds himself noticing the other cocks in the locker room and has to constantly reassure himself he is not gay. He still has no real doubts about his manhood, but is tempted to secretly steal glances at the other player’s butt when he knows they are not aware. Dan stopped by Sidney’s apartment early Saturday morning to chat about his new latent sexual desires with Sidney. He is still bothered by the thought of possibly being gay. He knocked on the door and patiently waited to be admitted. Sidney opened the door and said, “Dan…I was just thinking about you…come on in.” “Good thoughts, I hope,” Dan answered. Sidney licked his lips and said, “Always.” He stepped aside and allowed Dan to enter. Sidney was always happy for Dan to drop by, but was beginning to become irritated with him because Dan only visited when he wanted his cock sucked or a dick up his rear. The so called relationship seemed to be only a one-way street. Sidney loved sucking Dan’s cock and fucking him up his ass, but he yearned to have Dan wrap his lips around HIS cock. He dreamed of the night Dan would slide his big beautiful cock up HIS needy ass. Sidney led Dan to the kitchen and motioned him into a chair. “Would you like something to drink?” He asked. “How about a cold beer,” Dan answered as he slipped his shorts and underwear off. “I have been thinking about your sweet lips on my cock all morning.” Dan sat down and began stroking his cock. Sidney handed him a beer and said, “Dan…its time you started pulling your own weight around here.” Dan took a big chug of beer then belched real loud. “What do you mean; pull my own weight?” “I want to feel YOUR sweet lips around MY cock for a change.” Sidney moaned. Dan sat up straight in his chair and set his beer on the table and said, “Wait a minute…you expect ME to suck YOUR cock?” “That’s right, Dan. It high time I get to enjoy a nice blowjob from you.” “But I’m NOT gay.” “You don’t have to be gay to suck my cock. Just think of it as being a good friend helping out a good friend.” “Hey…ME sucking YOUR cock sure sounds gay to me.” “Answer me this, Dan. Do you love being with girls? Do you get excited watching their tits bob and jiggle when they walk?” “Yes!” “Do you get an erection when you see a girl completely naked, or if you just get a quick glance at their bare tits or nipples? And do you love sucking their tits and licking their pussy?” “You know I do.” “And you enjoy it when I suck your cock?” Dan stared I Sidney for a second and then said, “You know I do. Why else would I be here now?” “Okay…my friend you are NOT gay, but you ARE a bi-sexual. You enjoy letting both men and women suck your cock; Right?” “Yes. I can’t argue with you about that, but I am going to FEEL gay if I suck YOUR cock.” “Don’t worry about that, once you get into sucking my cock on a regular basis you will get so engrossed with the pleasure, it won’t really matter.” Dan didn’t say anything. He appeared to be mulling it over in his mind. Sidney quickly sprang to his feet, slid his shorts and underwear down to his ankles and stepped close to where Dan is seated before Dan had too much time to think about it. He stroked his cock a bit and then calmly asked Dan to open his mouth. Dan stared at the cock that was just inches from his mouth and said, “I don’t know the first thing about sucking a cock.” “Don’t worry about that I will teach you,” Sidney assured him. “Just open your mouth and do what feels natural to you, and I will talk you through the rest of it.” Dan shook his head and refused to open his mouth. He stared up at Sidney with defiance in his eyes. Sidney smiled and gently rubbed the head of his cock against Dan’s closed lips. Dan hesitated a minute and then reluctantly opened his mouth and closed his eyes as Sidney slid his long narrow cock into his mouth. He pushed until it bumped against the back of Dan’s mouth. He gagged a little and Sidney eased his cock back an inch and then slid it forward again. Dan felt a thrill move through his body. He decided he liked the way it felt in his mouth and it didn’t taste gross like he thought it would. “Okay…Dan you are off to a good start,” Sidney encouraged. “Just keep doing what you are doing and listen to what I say.” Dan tried to say okay but couldn’t talk with his mouth full so he just nodded his head and kept on letting his mouth pleasure Sidney’s cock. Dan placed his hands on Sidney’s hips and began pulling him deeper into his mouth. Sidney coached him on in a soft calming voice. “Always start slow. It’s fun to start with a soft cock and let your partner get hard in your mouth, without any motion. Just let them experience the warmth of your breath and the wetness of your tongue then gently begin to suck and swirl your tongue. Anticipation will make your partner even hotter.” Sidney continued in a low reassuring voice. Dan responds to his soothing tone. Dan found himself getting into a rhythm and started bobbing his head, syncing with the motion of Sidney’s hips. He decided that it wasn’t as bad as he had always thought. It was nice to feel a hard cock slide in and out of his throat. He liked the little chill he got when Sidney’s cock hit the back of his throat. The chills got more gratifying as Sidney’s cock moved deeper down his throat. Each inch it went deeper the bigger the chill that moved through his body. “People often think that their own saliva will be enough lubrication to get the job done,” Sidney advised. “It’s actually best to add a bit of lube to get started: either water-based or silicone. After a few minutes, you may build up enough of your own saliva to keep the action going. I find that sucking on a hard, sugar-free candy before starting the blowjob can also help you build up saliva, but you really didn’t need a lubricant this time because your throat is taking my cock without resistance.” Dan enjoyed this new experience so much; his mind drifted and he unconsciously paid little attention to what Sidney said. He still couldn’t get over how delightful it was to have a cock in his mouth. He felt it was something he should have tried long ago. Sidney praised Dan for the good job was doing. “Remember, Dan…a good blow job is 50 percent hands. Using your hands, with even pressure and friction in concert with your mouth, does more than what your mouth can do on its own. It can make or break a blow job experience; humming also so adds to the overall pleasure.” Dan encircled Sidney’s cock with both hands and moaned. He grunted and then resumed his loving assault on Sidney’s cock. He took Sidney deep into his throat and began to experiment with clenching and unclenching on Sidney’s cock head with his throat. Sidney liked the feel of Dan’s throat squeezing his cock. It almost made him climax. Sidney almost as an afterthought added, “I didn’t think to mention it earlier, but ask questions before you start and even during the blowjob if you aren’t sure your partner is having a good time. Every man is different. They don’t all like the same thing. Don’t ask broad questions like ‘am I doing it right?’ Instead, ask yes or no questions that give you concrete information, like, ‘Would you like it faster?’ Also learn to work with the curve and angle of your partner’s cock. Deep throating isn’t for everyone, but if it is something you want to do, having your mouth and throat match the angle of your partner’s cock can help. Some men have cocks that curve.” Dan pulled Sidney’s cock out of his mouth and said, “What are you talking about? Your cock is straight and narrow. It fits down my throat perfectly.” Sidney pushed his cock back into Dan’s warm mouth and said, “If they are curved or angled upward for instance, being on your knees below them would not work as well because their cock would be more likely to hit the roof of your mouth than go smoothly down your throat. In that case, you should lie down on your back on a bed with your head hanging off. Let him stand by the bed facing your feet. That way he can lean down or forward until he is totally comfortable. From there, open your throat like you would for a yawn…now your partner’s cock can slide down your throat at a more natural and comfortable angle.” Dan grunted and pulled Sidney deeper and deeper into his mouth. He wanted Sidney’s cock as far down his throat as possible. The deeper it went the better Dan liked it. “Give your partner your undivided attention, not just his cock. Let him know you desire his pleasure and satisfaction by giving frequent eye contact, saying his name, asking him how he likes it or if he wants anything special. Eye contact also allows you to read his body language, to see how he responds to different techniques.” Dan is at a point where he wanted more than anything else to please Sidney and to hear Sidney praise him for a job well done. He wanted very much to feel Sidney’s hot salty cum rushing down his throat. “By the way…don’t overlook ‘the boys’. To give a really glorious blow job, you have to pay really special consideration to his balls. Go back and forth, popping each one into your mouth and going back every now and again to lick the whole sack area. I recommend starting your blow job there, actually; spending a bit of time with ‘the boys’ helps enhance his excitement prior to your start bobbing ….the part where you’re most likely hurting your jaw.” Dan began caressing Sidney’s balls with his right hand while jacking his off with his left hand and it added to the excitement of both. Sidney was pleased that Dan is so quick to adapt the suggested techniques. “Just remember you’re putting your partner’s most sensitive and most treasured body part in your mouth and between your teeth. That takes a colossal amount of trust on his part. Delight in the experience. Show your partner how much you recognize this by treating their blow job with enthusiasm, focused awareness and very high regard.” Sidney’s cock began to twitch and pulsate in Dan’s mouth. They both knew that this is a sign that Sidney is close to an orgasm. Sidney wondered if he should warn Dan or pull out, or just let his cock explode in Dan’s mouth. Dan wondered if he should stop and jack Sidney off or should he let him cum in his mouth. He wondered what cum tasted like. He wondered what it would feel like to let Sidney cum in his mouth. So many things passed through his mind that the decision was made for him. Dan had waited too long. The hot salty cum was flowing. He started gulping every sweet drop of Sidney’s juices. He was determined to not lose a drop. He was exhilarated and happy he was able to please Sidney in that manner. Sidney placed his hands on Dan’s face and pulled him up into a standing position. He leaned forward and placed his lips to Dan’s lips. Dan gasped and opened his mouth. Sidney took that opportunity to slip his tongue into Dan’s mouth. Dan started to resist at first, but decided he like to feel of Sidney’s tongue exploring his mouth. He returned the kiss. Sidney pulled away from the kiss after a minute and took Dan by the hand and led him to the bedroom. Sidney crawled onto the bed on all four. “Dan, I want you to experience what it is like to stick your cock in my ass and fuck me.” “No…I can’t do that, Sidney. I would really feel gay if I did”, Dan said. “Just close your eyes and picture yourself fucking your old girlfriend, Molly, doggy-style. I assure you it will make all the difference in the world. Then later, after you feel more comfortable doing this, you can just fuck me without pretending.” Dan reluctantly agreed to give it a try and Sidney handed him a tube of lubricant. Dan coated his cock with the lube then applied a liberal amount to Sidney’s ass hole. He took a deep breath and positioned his cock at Sidney’s hole and applied a small amount of pressure. It slipped right in with no sign of resistance. Dan liked the feel right away. Sidney’s anal muscles gripped Dan’s cock and it felt marvelous to him. He closed his eyes and started sliding his cock slowly in and out of Sidney’s ass. He could see Molly in his mind immediately. It was obvious she liked the feel of his cock in her pussy because Dan could feel her pressing back against him; matching the rhythm of his strokes. It only took a couple of minute for Dan’s orgasm to build toward a magnificent explosive climax. “Oh my God, Molly…I am going to cum in your pussy!” Dan moaned. Just as he was ready to release his cum into her, Dan saw Molly’s head turn slowly toward him, but it’s not Molly he saw. It’s Billy, the team Quarterback. Lustful excitement rushed through Dan’s mind. “Oh…fuck…Billy…I’m cummmmmiiinnngggg. I’m cummmiiin your ass.” His orgasm exploded with such force, Dan collapsed forward onto Sidney’s back. Sidney smiled to himself. Dan’s most secret desire came out during a passionate course of having a massive orgasm. Sidney’s suspicions had been confirmed. He knew all along that Dan had a secret crush on Billy, but would have never admitted it in a million years, because he is sure he is NOT gay.

MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 3: An Afternoon to Remember! "Are you okay with this?" I asked Brandon as I was sliding my fingers closer to his manhole. "Oh, yes, it feels good," was the reply I wasn't really expecting. I thought, with him having never been with another male before, this might be a bit too much. But, with his verbal reaction, as well as the reaction I was feeling with my fingers, I knew that he was ready. As he continued to bring me up to a full erection after our first , and I mean FIRST sexual pleasure together, I wanted so much to make him part of me. I wanted to be the first to make love to him and make the two of us one together. I continued to probe his anus and to my delight, could feel him, not only open a bit more, but actually pull my finger in with his sphincter muscles. Oh, how I wished it were something else, but I anticipated that was not far away. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. We both raised our heads off of each others cocks and looked in shock at the door. Brandon quickly jumped off of the bed, actually taking my left hand with him for a ways as I was caught in the passion of the moment. I rolled off of the side of the bed and lay on the floor between his and the extra frame beside it. Brandon stood behind the door opening it. He leaned his head around to see who was knocking. "Hey Brandon, Bob still here," I heard. It was my roommate Dave. "Yep, he is, Dave." I heard the door creak as if it were opening, which it was, as Dave pushed it totally open, pinning Brandon against the door and the wall. I heard his footsteps as he made his way toward the bed. Suddenly, there he was standing between the foot of each bed looking down at me. He had a semi-shocked look on his face as he saw me lying there in all my glory, naked as the day I was born. I was mortified with what was happening, but all I could think of was how Brandon was taking it. There were two thoughts rampaging through my head. Was he as embarrassed as I was or was he as pissed as I was? My answer was quickly before me as I saw Brandon standing behind Dave. He was still stark naked. "So, what do you want Dave?" were the first words out of his mouth. Dave turned toward Brandon, checking him out up and down as he did. "Aw, nothing. Just wanted to see if you guys wanted to get a pizza. But I guess you're a bit busy," he said with a half-hearted laugh. "Tim just got back and we were going to Luigi's and wondered if you guys wanted to join us." As I began to stand up I grabbed my shorts which were lying next to me. Brandon already was beginning to put on his that he retrieved from the bed. Dave just stood there. He wasn't staring nor turning his head. He wasn't moving an inch, just watching two guys put on their underwear as if he were watching a TV show. "Well, I think we will pass on that Dave," I stammered. "Figured you would," was his retort. "Hey guys, don't worry about it, it's cool," he added. "What is?" Brandon questioned. "Not stupid here, Brandon," Dave began. "I thought something was going on between you two with the grins and smiles I saw when you came over for Bob earlier. Know he's had the hots for you for some time." "What? What are you talking about?" I shouted with a very surprising tone in my voice. "Tim and I have heard you at night talking in your sleep, my friend. You do that a lot!" he exclaimed. "Brandon, Oh, Brandon. It feels so good. Don't stop. You are so wonderful. I need you, I want you," he said with his hands clasped and acting as if he were Juliet looking over the balcony at her Romeo. I was red-faced and Brandon was actually on the floor laughing. If I could have rolled under the bed, I would have. "He said that," Brandon questioned. "Oh, many times, Brandon, many times." "DAVID, you bastard," was the only reply I could think of at the moment. "Oh, wow, what big words for a queer," he said, laughing with one large smile on his face. "Tim and I know you are into guys, which is cool. You'd be surprised how many guys here are." I was a bit shocked, actually, since I had never seen nor had I ever heard of anything like that since I came to this school. Usually, when there are guys playing around, especially in a boys school, it goes around like wildfire. It did at my other school and that was a public school. THIS is a boarding school where I would think it would be known by all. "Remember, Robert, this is a boys school and boys WILL be boys," Dave stated. Funny, since I was just thinking the same thing. "Don't you think there are guys that play around at CBS?" "Well, I haven't heard of anyone, no queer stories going around the locker room OR from you guys." "Well, Bob, that's no ones business but those that do, now is it?" "No, but Dave, at home if a guy played around with another guy, all the school would know," I said, with my big-city voice. "Well, this ain't Chicago, Bob. I could care less. Hell, you see any girls here?" he questioned. "All of us have to do something to get rid of the blue-balls we have." he laughed. All this time, Brandon was just looking at the two of us with this amazed look on his face. Each time I said something, I looked over at him to see his reaction. He was smiling as if he were listening to a radio soap opera. "It's cool, Bob. No one is going to know from ME. Well, except for Tim," Dave said. "No, don't tell Tim, Dave... Come on," I appeared to plead, half-heartedly. "That is one guy that can't keep things to himself." "Don't bet on that, but ok, I won't," Dave agreed. "But, I will tell you that he probably has a good idea since you two have been here in Brandon's room for so long. Face-it, you NEVER leave the room for anything except football." "Yea, but you did tell him Brandon needed help, I guess?" I questioned hoping that Dave had. "Yep, I did. And to be honest with you, he did ask help with what?" Dave joked. "And, you told him with Crazy Knop's class, right?" "Well, I said science, yea. But Tim is the one that woke me up to listen to you PLEAD for Brandon's body," he said as if to make it very obvious that Tim thinks we were doing more than studying. "Ok! Ok! Bran, you want to get a pizza or not?" I asked. "I am hungry, sure. Give us a couple of minutes Dave?" "Sure thought that you two could take more than a couple of minutes." With that, both Brandon and I hit Dave and threw him to the bed. Was it my imagination, or was Dave hard. He was wearing very loose jeans, but I swear when I pushed him I felt something very stiff. I looked at Brandon and it was as if he were thinking the same. We were slugging Dave here and there as he was attempting to fight the two of us off of him. When we stopped, he got up off the bed, went to the door and opened it. "Think the next time you better lock your door, too, Brandon. It was wide open," he stated. "Anyone could have walked in the way you two were going at it." "Oh, Bob," Dave continued, "you pick em well." With that, he turned and closed the door. Brandon and I were standing there in our shorts with a bit of a dazed look on our faces. What had been very hard that we were sharing was now typically flaccid. What did he mean about locking the door? Well, I know that the main thing to me at that moment was the fact that Dave seemed cool with Brandon and me. I knew that my roommates were very cool guys. In the past couple of months we had shared a lot of stories, many of which included the typical sexual exploits that most teens boast and brag about. I also knew that 50% of what they told me were lies and the other 50% never happened. Of course, that is with most 16/17 year olds --- all talk, little action --- especially when they get with a group of guys that are trying to outdo each other. In all of our talks late at night, I could tell that their attitudes were different than the guys I knew back in Chicago. Tom was a hunk. He was very sexy and I could see how the girls would climb all over him as he often told us that they did. Hell, if he had given me an opening, I would have jumped him anytime he wanted. Dave, on the other had, was a bit larger of a boy. I wouldn't say fat, just husky. His arms were huge and he was very strong which he continually attempted to prove to Tom and me. He would lift the desks, beds, or anything he could to prove to us that he was the strongest of the trio. I had NO argument with him and relented to the fact. I truly believed that both of my roommates would really freak-out if they knew I was a non-heterosexual. However, if I had to choose which would be most likely to be accepting of that fact, I did believe that Dave was more open-minded. And, from what I witnessed just now, it appeared that I assessed his attitude correctly. "Ok, so we going for pizza," I heard Brandon say as he broke my train of thought. "Hey, I know I'm hungry, but you think it will be cool with Dave and Tom?" I questioned. "They're YOUR roomies, Bob. You think?" "Yes, I think Dave will keep his mouth shut. He seemed ok with it, didn't he?" "Actually, I think he wanted to join us," Brandon quipped. It's funny that he said that, because after throwing him on the bed like that and feeling his physical reaction --- a hard on that I know had to be better than 8" of rigid cock --- I was wondering that myself. "No, buddy. He's not queer at all. If you want my honest answer about pizza, I'd rather have you, but I think we should go. I want to see what Dave tells Tom about all this," I said with a bit of trepidation. Brandon was putting on his jeans as I finished and began walking the whole 5 feet toward me. He took my head and kissed me as softly and sensuously as he had through our entire time together. "Let's just go have some pizza and relax. We can come back here afterward, " he said assuring me that things would be fine with my roommates. I quickly completed getting dressed and we headed for my room. Brandon opened the door and I heard some laughing coming from my room. I headed over, opened the door and shouted, "I'm starved! Let's get going." "Starved, huh," Tom said. "Thought you had enough tonight. Guess you need seconds." It was at that point that I realized that Dave had a big mouth. He had told Tom about Brandon and me and now it would be all over the school. I looked to see if Brandon had the same reaction, but all I saw was his smile. Wasn't this bothering him? Was it only me that was afraid of everyone here at school shunning me? After all, we were in the Bible-Belt and boys sucking off other boys wasn't exactly something that was preached. I gave Dave a dirty look. "Couldn't keep your mouth shut, huh," I muttered. "Hey, didn't say a word, Bob. Just a lucky guess I suppose." I was a bit baffled, but went over to my closet and took out a jacket. "Let's get to Luigi's before they get busy," I said with a bit of and authoritarian tone. "Have a lot to get done before tomorrow." Tim chuckled and there was a big smile on Dave's face. I looked over at Brandon and he too was acting a bit strange with a smile on his face. I was perplexed, but certainly didn't want to waste much more time. Al I wanted was to get to dinner, eat, and then back to Brandon's room. Everyone else got their crap together and we left for the restaurant. Luigi's was a small local pizza joint that was the hot spot in this Iowa town. Even though we had a cafeteria, very few of the guys ever ate there. The food was worthless, like most school food. This wasn't a poor group that went to CBS and a lot of cash was around for enjoying ourselves in this town. Dave, Tim, Brandon and I walked into the restaurant and found a booth. We ordered a pizza and just sat there talking about the football season. What a depressing subject, as we were 1 and 7 with the last two games against the top two teams in the league. We knew our chances, but also realize that we had a core of a great team for next season. Especially with the sophomore team, of which Brandon was the captain. They were undefeated and we couldn't wait till we could all play together. The seniors were a bunch of pussies but next year we all figured we'd been in contention for a conference championship. "Hey Tim, what did coach want to see you about?" I asked. "Well, he was telling me that he was going to ....." Suddenly he was jabbed in the ribs. Dave gave him the dirtiest look that I'd ever seen. Tim just shut his mouth. "Going to, what?" I asked. "Never mind. Just told me we had a big team meeting tomorrow, is all." Something was up, I could tell, but I really didn't want to prolong this dinner. I had better things to do. All through the whole conversation, Brandon had had his hand on my thigh, occasionally grabbing my hard cock under the table. I knew what he wanted and I certainly wanted the same. As we left Luigi's, it was raining. We started to run from doorway to doorway until the rain let up. Drizzle was falling as we entered our dormitory. We head up the stairs, two at a time, to see who could reach our room first. We raced down the hall and got some dirty looks from the guys. As we got to our room, Dave opened the door and exclaimed, "I made it first. You guys have to clean up tomorrow!" Brandon went to his room and gave me a glance over his shoulder. It said to me, "Don't be long." I knew what he meant and I had no intention of being too long till I got back there. "Hey guys, going back over to talk with Brandon. See ya'll soon." Dave gave me a very broad smile as Tim told me to enjoy myself. I was confused, but wasn't going to question anything. I just wanted to see Brandon, ALL of him, as quickly as possible. I hurriedly left the room and made my way across the hall. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Brandon naked as could be. As he opened the door, he had his beautiful cock in his hand working it up. He didn't need to, because I know that seeing me had the same effect as it had on me. I was soft as could be until I saw him standing there. My cock was stirring and I couldn't wait to rid myself of the pants and underwear that was restraining me. As I started to unbuckle my belt, Brandon put his hand on mine to stop me. "That's my job now," he said as he began to pull the tab to unclip the buckle. As I started to put my arms around him, he put them to my side and gave me a look as if to tell me to just stand there, relax, and enjoy. Who was I to argue with that? Brandon slowly undid my zipper. Placed his thumbs on each hip and guided them into the band of my jeans. He pulled them in an outward motion, went to his knees, and slipped them down to my ankles. I lifted each foot as he guided them off of me. He tossed them to the side and sliding his hands on the outside of my legs made a bee-line to my shorts. By this time, there was a very large tent that was very obvious to him as he smiled. Again, his thumbs reached into the elastic band and began to lower them. As they reached my thighs, he stopped. At this point, my cock was pointing directly at his mouth. As if he had this insatiable craving, he gobbled the head of my cock and led it deep into his throat. He placed his hands on my ass and pulled me toward him. I couldn't move. I felt like thrusting myself in and out of his mouth, but the grip he had did not allow me to do so. It was evident HE wanted to do it all. He wanted to suck me like I had never been sucked before. What this boy knew about fellatio he certainly didn't read in any book. It was as if he was born to suck and I was very happy that he knew his craft as well as he did. "Oh," is all that I could say. My head was reeling with the pleasure he was sending through my body. It, was as if, each nerve ending in the head of my penis was being stimulated by a thousand feathers. I didn't even want to hold Brandon fearing that it would end. As Brandon had me at the heights of ecstasy, he placed his hand and cupped my balls. He manipulated each one as if he were rolling marbles in his hand. He had just the right combination of pressure and movement. I didn't know at the time, that the area between the anus and the ball sack was so erotic, but Brandon, at that moment, taught me that fact like a master. He rubbed and pushed into this area and I could feel it wasn't going to be long till he brought me to orgasm. "Brandon, no, I'm gonna cum. I don't want to yet. Stop! Please Stop!" I pleaded. But that was to no avail. He was intent on making me shoot my load into him with no regard to what I wanted. I really wasn't that upset as you can imagine. Suddenly, the muscles in my calves started to tighten. I could feel that no matter how much I tried to withhold, I wouldn't be able to. My balls felt very heavy but I also knew that shortly that would not be a problem. I could feel Brandon's hands gripping me tighter and keeping me close and deep in his mouth. I could sense that it was a matter of seconds before I released my cum flowing into his throat. "Ahhhhhh, I'm cumming Love," I heard myself say. Did I say Love? I hadn't said that to anyone, but I knew, deep in my heart that I did love this boy that was taking my manhood and making it his. I felt the first burst explode. It hit the back of his throat so hard, I could sense, as he gulped very hard. The second and third eruptions were just as potent. As I looked down upon the face of my lover (wow, I finally said it), I could see he was very content and happy about what he had accomplished. He just looked up with MY cum running out of the side of his mouth. He looked so angelic, so innocent, I just wanted to pull him up to me and kiss him. Oh, what the hell, I thought and reached down with my hands under his arms, pulling him directly to my mouth. He shared me with ME. What a turn on! "Brandon, thank you," I muttered as I licked his earlobe. "You have done to me what no man has ever done, believe me." "Bob, can you spend the night?" "Oh, I'd love to, Brandon, but Dave and Tim," I said pensively. "What would they think?" "Bob, they know, trust me," he said with conviction. "Remember, Dave was here when you and I were playing and saw us, Bob. If that isn't knowledge, I don't know what is." "Yes, and he told Tim, too, that a-hole!" "I don't think he did," Brandon blurted. "I don't think he would do that to you." Well, if Dave didn't tell him, how did he know? Why did he make all those comments and innuendo. Thoughts that I couldn't resolve always drove me crazy and these would until I knew the real truth. I realized Brandon and I were still holding each other. The peaceful feeling I was experiencing was the most relaxing and enjoyable sensation I have ever felt. This gorgeous boy was here with me, whispering in my ear to spend the night with him. He wanted more of me as I of him. "Yes, Bran," I answered as I again took his earlobe into my mouth. "I will stay tonight. I really don't care what others think because right now I don't want this to end." Here I was. My underwear at my thighs, my limp cock hanging and still dripping my man juices. My new found friend in my arms still hard, waiting and wanting me to return the gift he had just given me. We began to move toward the bed when we heard a knock at the door. Damn! Here we go again! NEXT: The Secret is Out! – Chapter 4

MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 2: My Dream Comes True! A knock on the door - FINALLY! My heart had been pounding for quite some time and now was nothing different. I began to walk to answer the door when Dave jumped out of his bunk and ran over. As he opened the door, I saw Brandon standing there in the hallway. "Hey Dave. What's up?" the voice I had been waiting for resounded. "Not much guy, just doing some crap for history," was Dave's reply. "Yea, hear that. Actually I need to talk with Bob about my science. He has Mr. Knop and I know that he can give me some pointers." Wow, what a line I thought to myself. Dave opened the door wider and pointed to me standing by the window. I wondered if he could see the anticipation in my voice, much less the hard cock that was very evident in my pants. He let Brandon in and walked back to his desk. "Hi Bob. Hey, can you help me with this shit I have for science. Knop is killing me with this assignment." "Sure, Brandon," I replied trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. How was he doing it or was he not as excited as I was about what MIGHT happen shortly. "Come on over here and I'll see what I can do for you," I said with a sly smile which I know he saw. "Hey, could you come to my room. I left my stuff there. Didn't know if you'd be here," he said without hesitation. Man, he was good. I gathered my books (for what I have NO idea) and walked toward him. His room was kiddy-corner from my room so it took us all of 5 seconds to get to his door. For some reason he had locked his door and fumbled in his pocket for the key. NOW he seemed a bit nervous as my blood pressure was rising thinking being alone with him, in his room, near his bed. As the door opened, Brandon stepped back and let me go in first. He followed with his right hand on the doorknob and closed it sharply as he stepped in. With his left hand, he grabbed my arm and swung me around as I heard the door slam shut. Suddenly, both arms were around me holding me close as his lips contacted mine in a kiss. A small kiss - very gentle - that sent shivers up my spine. I dropped my notebook and place my arms around his. I wasn't going to let him be the only one that was able to hold someone close. My kiss to him was much deeper, much more passionate. He never resisted a bit and his tongue and mine again, began exploring each other. "I don't know what took you so long to come over, Bran. I was going crazy thinking you wouldn't want me here." "Oh, Bob, that NEVER crossed my mind," he retorted. "Had to read a letter from my mom and then call her. Things are going crazy back home." "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to think only of my....." He interrupted me with a kiss so sweet I have never forgotten the moment. "You can't think of yourself anymore than I have been thinking about you in the past 2 hours," he exclaimed. "Actually anymore than I've been thinking about you in the past 2 months, to be honest." "The past two months," I thought to myself. He has been thinking of ME for that long. Damn! What a waste of time we share in that. "I'm glad we did too, " is all I could say. We stopped hugging for a while as he held my hand and led me further into the room. As his roommate was gone for the semester due to some family problems, Brandon had taken over the entire room. He was like me, I could see. Not the neatest of people, but did seem to have some semblance of order for his things. His bed was semi-neatly made, while the other bed was being used as an extra dresser. All his clothes, clean I assumed, were folded on the bed. A lot easier to get to when running for class after waking up late, I thought. Above his desk was a poster of some Greco-Roman style wrestling. I had no idea who it was, but I would have to admit they were very sexy. As my eyes moved toward the corner of the room, I could see he had a set of free weights lying on the floor. I walked over and picked them up. "Hmm, should we see if we can continue what we started in the weight room," I offered with a very wide smile on my face. He looked at me with a grin even bigger than mine and moved toward me. "Sure," he said as his hand firmly gripped my crotch. I put down the weights and, since I was right next to his bed, grabbed him by the shoulders and leaned down till I was half-sitting on the mattress, my right hip and shoulder bearing OUR weight as we tumbled into each other's arms. Here I was, with the boy I've been fantasizing about, holding him on top of me as he was massaging my penis and testicles so gently it was driving me to the brink. As we settled down on the bed, I began to roll over and pinned his hand in my groin as I lay on top of him. I had never been so relaxed yet so excited. I moved his hand so that I could feel my manhood against his. Our arms roamed all over each other's body like a windstorm flowing through the trees. We were caught up in a very sensual moment neither of us wanted to end. He looked deep into my eyes with those gorgeous blue eyes piercing me with every blink. "Bob, I don't know. I've never done more than jack-off thinking about another guy," he whispered. "I know what I want, but ....," he clambered. "But I do know that I want to be with you in a very special way." That is all I really needed to hear. I again kissed him deep. My hand now stroking his blond hair every so gently. My tongue, being immersed into his mouth made me know what it was he wanted. "Brandon," I said. "Let me love you." I didn't need an answer from him. His body told me all. He presented himself to me as if he had shouted "TAKE ME! NOW AND FOREVER." Here was the aggressor in the locker room, now he was submitting himself to me. Asking me with every inch of his being to love him. I never had needed anyone to ask me anything twice, and I certainly wasn't going to at this juncture. I straddled Brandon's hips as I rose from our prone pleasure. As I did, I began to lift his T-shirt up over his head. He didn't resist --- as I was certain he wouldn't - and assisted me in taking it up and off. He hurled the shirt to the floor as he strained to raise himself to kiss me. Being so much heavier than he and placed in a very strategic spot, he found it difficult, but succeeded for a moment. As he finished his little peck on the lips, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him back to the bed. My hands, still stroking the side of his head, reassuring him that things were all right. There he lay, bare chested. I leaned over and gave Brandon a kiss again. My straining cock I was sure he could feel on his thigh because it was bursting to get out of my shorts. After we kissed, I took my tongue and glided it down to his right nipple. Oh, did he jump! It was not from surprise as much as from the soft touch that he was receiving. I swirled my tongue around his right nipple as I slowly moved my legs back toward his ankles. I drew a straight line between his nipples with my tongue back and forth, swirl to swirl. His eyes were now closed, so I knew that something was going right. I slowly moved down his stomach to his belly button. I could tell by Brandon's initial reaction that he was not ticklish, but extremely sensitive. As I had been playing with his nipples and chest, my hands had been sliding into the elastic band of his shorts. They had all but been torn from his hips and were just covering the main course of all this action. I could feel by the pressure of his cock on my chest he was ready for anything that might transpire. I was in heaven. I was here with a boy....no, MAN... that was the object of my love. OR, was it lust? I really believed it was not just the lustful thoughts that I had been daydreaming about over the past weeks. I truly felt close to Brandon. Closer than any other person I had ever been with. Even though we had just really met this past afternoon, I felt that I had known him and he had been part of my life forever. His hands were now on the back of my head, massaging it as he ran his fingers through my hair. My tongue was traveling down his body, wanting to engulf his manhood. I could smell the musk he was emitting which I realized was so sweet, -- so real. Finally, there I was. I tried to lift up my head to look into Brandon's eyes, but he kept the pressure on, making it very difficult. It was then I knew what he wanted and I was not about to refuse. I knew that was what I wanted, also --- OH so very much! I could feel the pulsating of his cock as my cheek pressed against it. I slowly move my mouth down from his lower abdomen and was not surprised to see a glistening glans as he was oozing pre-cum so generously. I took my tongue and licked a drop or two. My first exposure to sex with this gorgeous boy was to taste his juices that were so sweet it tasted like honey direct from the hive. I took my tongue and slowly rimmed the head of his cock. This was my first real look at him and it was fantastic. He was semi-thick and 7" of hard steel was now set before me. I licked up and down the shaft making it shine with the mixture of saliva and pre-cum. As I came to his balls, I couldn't help but take each into my mouth and roll them around. He was so perfect, EVEN in this area. Each testicle was firm and his reaction was atypical of anything that I had ever experienced. As I placed each into my mouth he would giggle --- YES, giggle. It would be a soft sound, but one that from that point after, when I heard made me realize that he was getting pleasure from what I was doing, I again moved up the shaft to the head of this wonderful creature. I rolled the head of his cock in my mouth for just a few seconds, wishing it were forever. All this time, Brandon had his hands on my head, but now, was pulling, rather than stroking my hair. It was a very pleasurable feeling for me, even though it did hurt some. Finally, it was time to take ALL of him. I slid the head of his dick onto my pallet as my tongue licked the "V" on the underside. I scooted myself onto my elbows, with my tongue guiding the underside of his cock deep into my mouth. I could feel the blood rushing through his veins as this already steal hard cock got even harder. Slowly it moved to the back of my throat and then down the esophagus just slightly. He was deep now -- deep enough for the muscles of my throat to begin to massage the head of his cock. I kept him there for a while working the head as my hand now had complete control of his man globes. I massaged his balls as I worked his cock in and out of the back of my throat. I could hear his breathing get heavy and quick. I knew, from experience, that he was about to unload. I thought about stopping and making it last for the both of us, but I knew that would be cruel. Besides, we had all the time in the world and I was sure that I could bring him to that point again. As I worked faster and steadier I knew it was a matter of time. I wanted him to cum in me --- let me drink his juices. His balls were lifting and I knew they were ready to present to me the nectar that I sought. Suddenly, a pain shot through my head. It felt as if I had stuck my finger in an electric socket and my hair were standing on edge. Brandon was pulling my hair out. He was forcing me OFF of him before I could bring him to an electrifying orgasm. "What? Why did you pull my hair," I shouted, suddenly realizing what was happening. He was out of breath and said, "No, not yet! I want US to hit the peek of our love together." I suddenly realized that this was definitely more than lust. That what Brandon and I had was maybe not love, yet, but more than just a sexual encounter. It was a feeling we both had toward each other that wanted to make sure that each of us pleased the other. He sat up in the bed taking his beautiful love tool far away from where it had been --- in my mouth. He waved to me in a gesture saying, "Come up here dear. Let me take you totally." As I moved toward him, his hand reached for my shorts, which were still plastered to my body in the sweat - except for what was pointing straight toward his body. He took the waistband and pulled them down, motioning with his head in an upward movement telling me to stand up so he could take them totally off. As they moved down toward my ankles, I took each foot and stepped out of my shorts. My cock was so hard, I didn't think I could take it much longer. He kicked off his shorts, which were still around his ankles and opened his arms wide. I lay down on top of him, our cocks pressing against each other as we hugged. Our hips began moving in unison as we again kissed. Brandon pushed me up and over to his side. He turned, keeping contact with my chest, stomach and groin area with his mouth. He looked at my hard cock for the second time and said, "Oh, man, you are gorgeous!" We laughed for a short moment then he started to lick me as I did him. Oh, it felt so good! We instinctively moved into the traditional "69" position. He started to suck slowly as I did the same. My balls were ready to explode, but I knew I wanted this to last. My mouth and his moved in sync over our matching genitalia. As we began to move closer to a dual climax, our motion began to become faster and faster. As if we could read each other's mind, we slowed. I turned so that I was above Brandon fucking his mouth as I was sucking him harder and harder. The sound was deafening it was so quiet. We both enjoyed the taste and action that we were joining in with each other. I could hear his heartbeat, although I'm sure that was the pulsating of the thick veins of his cock. Suddenly I felt the muscles in Brandon's legs tighten. I could sense his hips rising under my mouth. Even if we had never been together, I knew that could mean only one thing. I had been holding back my own orgasm and now realized that I could let go and share myself with him. "Bob, Oh, Bob! I want you so badly," I could hear in a mumbling voice. It's never easy to talk with your mouth stuffed with hard hot flesh. I could feel his balls draw up as mine did. It wouldn't be long before we shared our pent up emotions and cum. Oh, how I had dreamed of this moment. How I wanted to be part of him as he wanted to be part of me. No, we weren't ONE, just yet, but I knew that was a matter of time. Until that happened, I would be more than happy with taking his seed into me. "I'm cumming," I heard faintly. But, I certainly didn't need to have him tell me. I could feel the hot spurts hitting the back of my throat. After the first shot I couldn't hold myself and let go. We both were now draining our balls into each other. His thick sweet cum was flowing into my mouth so much that I couldn't swallow it all as I had wanted. Some flowed out of my mouth onto his blond pubic hair and I cold smell the "manly" odor that I enjoyed so much. I could feel myself pumping down deep into his throat, and could tell he was swallowing feverishly to keep up with the gush that had built up in me. I began to roll to the side, exhausted. I let his cock fall onto his belly, half-hard now and just gazed in amazement at it beauty. As I lay there in a blissful state, I realized that Brandon still has my dick in his mouth. He was sucking all so gently. I couldn't believe he was trying to take every last drop. Or? Was he? His suction became more intense, more rapid. He was trying to get me hard again! He was NOT done wanting to be part of me! He was making sure that I stayed excited for another round! How could this lovely boy lying next to me with my cock in his mouth NEVER have been with another male before? His technique was that of a master. He had me totally under his control, both physically and mentally. He wasn't playing games at all, just enjoying being with me and loving me. "Oh, Brandon, Stop!" I muttered. "I can't continue, not yet." I realized my feeble attempt to end this session. I really didn't want it to, but I felt things were moving too fast. As I lay there, I could see that he was rising again. He was physically asking me to continue to please him as he was pleasing me. "Oh, Hell!" I thought. "I can't resist this opportunity to be with the man of my dreams." As these words raced through my mind, I leaned over and took Brandon again in my mouth. This time, I put my hands around his ass and brought him closer to me. I suddenly found my fingers running up and down his crack. One finding his manhole that appeared to draw me closer and closer. It was like he wanted me to play with his hole. I instinctively rubbed and began inserting it into him. I couldn't believe that 3 hours before this we really had NEVER spent anytime together off the football field. That we were at best, acquaintances, but now I knew we had been lovers from a distance for quite some time. I know that I desired Brandon and it was apparent that he felt the same way toward me. As we lay there sucking each other excitedly I couldn't help by feel that soon, very soon, we would be in the throws of another passionate episode in our new found relationship.

I have, however, spent the last few years living (and working) in the US of A. In the latter part of my 20s, I went back to the university in Sweden, and spent a semester abroad, across the Atlantic; in America. When I graduated I applied for several jobs, seemingly without success until I got in touch with a friend, or perhaps better described as an acquaintance, through whom I became gainfully employed within the field of engineering. It’s nothing thrilling, but it provides a steady paycheck which is adequate enough for me, and the job-security is decent. Leaving specific details out, I will at least point out that I will be turning 34. I had just started my current vacation of three weeks in total, when I traveled to Sweden to visit my parents for a few days, staying in the guest bedroom of their small but comfy house, located in the outskirts of the harbor town Gothenburg. The world cup (in soccer) had just started, with my dad intent on watching most of the matches. Having been reassured, both through their own words and from my own observations, that everything was indeed more than fine with my now elderly, retired parents, I rented a car in order to drive southward for a couple of hours to get me to our family’s (or should I say my parent’s) summer cabin. I was looking forward for some alone time. A chance to recharge my batteries, so to speak. I arrived at the cabin late on Sunday night (the week before I am starting to write this down). The two bedroom, with a small kitchen and adjoining living room, cottage is nothing fancy, but neither is it in bad shape. The furniture, as well as appliances and cabinets in the kitchen, are somewhat outdated, but everything still turned out to be working just fine. It had been years since I last spent time there. As they had told me when I visited them, my mother and father had been there almost the entire month of May. Judging by how tidy everything was, with barely any dust anywhere, it was evident that it had been cleaned thoroughly before they left. What it perhaps could be deemed to be lacking in decor, the cottage makes up for (and then some) in terms of location. On the other side of a short ridge, there is a sandy beach. A speck of other summer houses constitutes the neighbors, but there is also a popular camping site nearby. I made myself a late snack of a couple of sandwiches and some soda that I had purchased at a gas station along the way, and lay down in the sofa to watch the match between Brazil and Switzerland on the fairly small flat screen television that my father has bought for the cabin. At least I figure that a 32-inch screen is considered small nowadays. Although I prefer American football, especially after having lived in the US for some time, I used to play European football (i.e. soccer) in my youth and it being the world cup, held once every fourth year, helped spark my interest once again. The match was nothing in particular though, ending 1-1, with Brazil failing (in all honesty) to get the W. Rather tired I went to bed in the master bedroom, if it could be called that, consisting of a large king-sized bed, matching bedside tables in oak on either side of the bed and a closet. I woke up later than expected, having set no alarm, and what ought to have been breakfast became lunch, or rather: brunch. Having no plans made up, whatsoever, which in itself was part of the overall plan for my stay there, I went to the beach. There were a lot of vacationing families there, with the beach and its long wooden jetty as well as diving platform further out in the water, being the go-to destination when the sun was out. Today, however, the sun was only partially out, with thick white clouds hiding it most of the time. Situated on a towel a bit further up a sandy dune, so as to not be in the thick of all the families with their kids running around and fathers as well as mothers trying to keep up, and keep an eye out, I soon found myself being somewhat chilled. It wasn’t as warm out as could be expected. Checking my phone, the weather station said that the local temperature would be about 70 degrees Fahrenheit. With it being rather windy, and the sun only shining for a few moments at a time, I put my t-shirt back on. Maybe I wasn’t as warm-blooded as everyone else. Though seeing young girls run around in bikinis did inevitably cause a flow of blood to a certain part of my body. I admired them and their lithe young bodies from behind my sunshades. Moving about most probably helped keep them warm. Teenage girls had become my favorites. Although, as my fantasies had become more controversial as time went on, I now found myself being aroused by, and from fantasies of, even younger lasses. Yes, preteen girls. At this point I ought to point out that I was, and had been for some time, rather sexually frustrated – I was acutely aware of it myself, and unable to deny it. It had been quite some time, more than two years in all honesty, since I had been with anyone. I had not had intercourse since my last girlfriend – a relationship which lasted only a couple of months. She had become to find me uninteresting, and dull I suspect. She had started dating me shortly after I first came over to work in the states, and at that time I had been in better shape. Having become complacent and having an ever-eroding discipline towards fast food (which was just so much more accessible than I had been used to coming over from Sweden), I had let myself go – and I knew it. Having been around 180 pounds for most of my adult life, I had quickly surpassed the 200s and it wasn’t until I reached around 250 pounds that I became sick of myself. It may not sound like a lot but bear in mind that it wasn’t muscle that I had packed on. I never exercised, truth be told. Being about 5 feet 10 inches long, I had become a lesser version of my earlier self, appearance-wise. As time went by, and my sexual frustration heightened, a will, or rather a need, for change was sparked. I have been going to the gym for more than a year and keeping a stricter control over what I fuel my body with, and although I would never presume to call myself fit, I am at least no longer overweight. I am currently about 200 pounds, give or take a few, with a little bit of muscle mass, though far (far) away from a hunk with a six-pack (my abdomen still has its share of excess fat). What has remained is, however, a lack of self-confidence and being an introvert certainly hasn’t helped with engaging the opposite sex. It having been such a long time since I was intimate with a woman, I now found myself nervous about the prospect – thinking that I might have trouble with sexual stamina, or even be desperate about `getting it up´, and thus failing to do so. My more and more elaborate thoughts about fit, young girls during times of self-pleasure may be troublesome in that regard as well – have I been turning myself of from age-appropriate females? I had certainly been considering it as time and fantasies progressed, but nowadays I couldn’t help it anymore; younger was better in my mind. There I was, sitting with a hard-on, watching younglings playing and relaxing in the sand. I knew that in Sweden, the legal age (assuming it was consensual) for sex was fifteen. I my mind, I played with the idea of getting a girl in that age with me back to the cabin. It soon became too much, and I turned from my spot, keeping my sandy towel in front of my groin during the short walk back from the beach, for a quick session of self-relief. My excursion had been brief, and hence the match between Sweden and South Korea, with kick-off at 2 pm local time, was right about to start when I had finished myself off. The former played better than I think most had expected – at least judging by the so-called experts and commentators – and secured a win. I decided that it was a good time to leave the cabin and stock up on food and nourishment for the coming week, and maybe gauge if the winning had lifted the spirits of folk out and about. Returning from the nearest city, which is one among the more noteworthy on the west coast – those familiar with Swedish geography know that there aren’t that many to choose from – I made myself a large, yet sort of wholesome, meal. With perhaps unrealistic fantasies of turning myself into someone girls of all ages would gladly follow home, I did numerous sets of push-ups, toe-raises, squats and crunches. There were no free weights at the cabin, thus limiting the number of options, though I figured I might purchase some cheap ones during the coming days and merely leave them there when I were to depart. If I truly wanted to make a change, then I shouldn’t let a week go by without making an effort to properly exercise. Having said that, I knew that I probably shouldn’t postpone what I always seemed to do: to go for a run. I promised myself that I WOULD do proper cardio the next day, before settling down, after a quick shower, to watch England versus Tunisia. It was a match which the brits fairly won, 2 to the score of 1. Tuesday arrived, thus marking the second day on my intended week-long stay at that cozy corner of the world. With less overhanging clouds during the afternoon, although still somewhat chilly for a summer day, I indeed went running. At first on the sandy beach, but that quickly became too exhausting, even though there is no shame in being spent quicker with a higher level of effort, I wanted the run to last a little bit. Hence, I soon went running through the camping site to reach smaller roads which I could remember from years being spent at the cabin as a kid and young adult in the company of friends and family. It was at my return to the summer cottage that I happened upon something unexpected, and which ultimately lead to a life-altering experience which I will find myself unable to not crave more of. There at the driveway next to the small house, stood an unfamiliar car parked. A Maserati. More than a little upset, thinking that it was some rich neighbor or out-of-towner who presumably thought it was OK to park anywhere, I instantly became flustered as the front door opened while I was in the process of unlocking it. My consternation only barely subsided as I was greeted by my younger sister, whom I had not seen in person since Christmas two years before. My god, she was just as attractive as she had always been. Having recovered from my initial befuddlement, it turned out that Sandra, my sister, had persuaded her partner, Eric, to spend some time at one of her childhood favorite places – our parent’s cottage. I had heard some of this companion from my parents, who weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea of a man in his mid-50s dating my merely 27-year-old sister. I soon came to share these misgivings. The discrepancy in age was equally, if not more so, reflected in their relative appearances. Where Sandra truly was a Swedish beauty, with long blonde hair, fair features and a striking body, Eric embodied no external characteristics which I would deem attractive. He had even more excess pounds than I had had before taking steps to ensure that my weight started declining. Much of it was, as is inevitable for most of us, around his gut, though being a little taller than me probably helped disperse the mass more. His head was shaved, with the top now being slightly sunburnt, which I later noticed with him sitting down. I suppose I wouldn’t outright call his facial features unattractive, but neither were they something whatsoever that made up his otherwise heavyset, middle aged appearance. The Maserati parked outside, as well as other more or less obvious hints which the more and more vexing fellow didn’t seem able to keep to himself, made me realize that the only possible explanation for this relationship was that my sister was a gold digger. Maybe she had gone from being a model and personal trainer, to a full-time girlfriend for monetary benefits. I dared not ask whether she still occupied her former professions. Perhaps it was his way of establishing that he was the foremost individual under that roof, or it was just his mannerism, but it seemed important that I, for example, knew that it was not Eric’s choice to spend time at my parent’s summer cottage. He would rather have preferred some exotic resorts, but when the jewel of his eye (i.e. my sister) made it abundantly clear that she much preferred this location, with her fond childhood memories of it, then what was he supposed to do? The asshole had the indecency to suggest to me, mano-a-mano I suppose he figured, that she’d better find ways of making it up to him – if I knew what he meant – wink wink. For me that was more than crossing the line of how one ought to behave having just met each other, but more than that he touched a nerve. I had always, ever since being a young adult and seeing my sister blossom into a striking teenage beauty, had a thing for her, and thus seeing her with this charmer was more than a little upsetting. I quickly learned that Eric, as he considered himself a man of much import, was a prominent (in his own words more or less) plastic surgeon. I couldn’t help but notice and speculate on whether or not this man had augmented Sandra’s body as well. I wouldn’t, of course, presume to ask her or inquire about it, but it seemed to me that my sister’s bosom, which I had always deemed not large per se but rather in good proportion to the rest of her toned body, now seemed to be out of proportion. Had I earlier imagined she was a firm B-cup, she would now most probably be a D in bra size. As time went by, I became certain of it; my sister had enlarged her bosom – even though she had been more than appealing across the chest before. Almost forgotten during this whole initial meet and greet, and the time that followed after I had showered and gotten to know, or should I say loathe, this outspoken individual (Eric), there was also his son Jonas. Considering how Sandra and Eric were engaged, but not yet married, I suppose the boy wasn’t technically my sister’s stepson, though he would be if they tied the knot. Sort of the opposite of his bothersome dad, he was a shy kid of few words. His hair was some shade between blonde and brown, and it reached down to his eyebrows. His skin was pale and spotless. His wrists like brittle branches. Judging by his small stature, and noticeably skinny body, I would have guessed he was around twelve, but apparently he would be turning fifteen in December. At first, I thought they were kidding me around. How could he be about to turn fifteen later in the year? But the others gave no indication of it being a hoax. Really? They continued with what they were doing and didn’t appear to have noticed my confusion. It dawned on me that they weren’t joking. I had no real experience with children, but I surmised that it was a good thing I hadn’t explicitly asked if he was twelve, since I could image it being a sore subject had I gotten it so significantly wrong. While Sandra was scurrying here and there getting things in order after their arrival, us others watched soccer. Me and Jonas on the couch, while Eric resided in the barcalounger. He probably thought he had the best seat, whereas I actually didn’t prefer the too soft armchair. Judging by his incessant commenting, Eric knew exactly how everyone was supposed to play the game – and Russia handily outplaying Egypt didn’t impress him much. As for their unexpected arrival, though my sister had been told I would be there after checking in with our parents and letting them know of her plans, she apologetically wondered whether it would be OK with me if I surrendered the master bedroom and instead settled for the other, smaller bedroom with the sofa bed. With a faint smile she hinted that as far as she could recall, it was after all a quite comfortable bed once made. As I conceded that it was a fair inquiry, and thereafter agreed to the request, she further wondered if it wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience to let Jonas spend the nights there as well. She pointed out that otherwise, maybe she’d take the couch while father and son occupied the master bedroom. At this point Eric’s interest had been peeked. Before I could answer, he apparently felt the need to elucidate the obvious: Jonas didn’t take up much, if any, space at all, and it being a sofa bed of almost queen-size itself, it ought not be a problem for the two of us, right? I could understand his desire - his need - to be next to my hot sister, of half his age, at night time, though what I did not understand was his blunt, almost coincidental, browbeating of his son. Not even being the most social person myself, indeed far from it, I could tell that his father’s comment bothered the boy as he sat there next to me on the couch. It being the first time, in a long time, that I spent time with my sister, I wasn’t about to be unreasonable, and I could tell that she wanted us all to get along. Ergo, I granted that it was no more than a fair a reasonable suggestion, and assured my sister when she, to her credit, genuinely seemed to want to be reassured a second time that it was actually fine by me. The first night spent in that arrangement was, however, not fine by me. The sofa bed was indeed relaxingly soft, without being too soft, and while it wasn’t quite as long as a normal bed, it at least had the width of a queen-sized one. While the larger bed in the adjacent master bedroom was perpendicular to the window in that room, the sofa in our, mine and little Jonas’, bedroom stood beneath the window. It was an oblong room; around 2 yards wide and about twice that in length. The wall containing the only window and the opposite one sporting a few wardrobes from IKEA, were shorter than the sides. Thus, the sofa could only be turned into a bed when arranged in that way, with the heads beneath the windowsill. Even so, the makeshift, yet comfortable and sturdy bed, filled most of the room, though thankfully some space remained between the foot end and the wardrobes, as well as the door next to these. Hence, it wasn’t the quality of, for example, the mattress that bothered me, nor was it the small, silent boy lying on the other side of the bed. Instead, what vexed me was the noises coming from the other room. My sister was undeniably getting fucked. What sounds that didn’t carry through the wall, did so through our partially opened window, and I could only surmise that Sandra and Eric had also chosen to let the chilly summer nights air ventilate their room. I couldn’t help but toss and turn. While a part of me was inevitably upset about what I was hearing, considering my jealousy, the other part was turned on. On the one hand I didn’t want to hear what I was hearing, and on the other, I wanted to hear it more, even louder and clearer. It bugged me that what was to be my period of calm and serenity, spent alone I my own version of a fortress of solitude, far away from my everyday life, would now most likely entail unwanted everyday conversations with a man that pushed my buttons, and uneasy hours after dark. I didn’t think the young boy was managing to sleep either. Had he not fallen asleep before they started, he would most definitely have a hard time doing so now. Furthermore, he was lying closest to the wall through which the muffled sounds of pleasure were travelling. Intermittently I could filter out my sister’s feminine voice hushing through giggles, urging her partner to go about his business more silently, though it seemed to have no effect, and it wasn’t as if her moans were non-existent either. I couldn’t be absolutely certain, but by now the little fellow, whom I was observing more intently, must have been awake judging by his increased number of subtle movements. By his age, he should surely have a pretty good grasp of what was going on between the adults in the other bed. When I was his age, I had already (as so many of us) begun exploring my own sexuality – not knowing much, but being ever so interested. I wondered if his little pecker would be stiff at this point. If one were to be a horny little kid, I figured it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to be around my sister - or yet again, perhaps it might. With implants, she had gone from being a gorgeous next-door neighbor type of girl, to being a good looking pornstar kinda gal; fit body and asymmetrically top-heavy. I would assume that at home, there shouldn’t have been too many times, if any, were they boy would have been privy to their love making – unless it was a thing of theirs; that it turned them on to know others would hear them. One could never know for sure. Though, wanting your own wimpy son hearing you seemed a bit excessive. On the other hand, this Eric fellow seemed like a true jerk. I wouldn’t, however, expect Sandra to be of such an inclination. From what I had witnesses so far, she doted on the boy, acting every bit as motherly as anyone could hope for. Speaking of mothers, I had heard from my parents back in Gothenburg that Jonas’ real mother was now a single mum, in her early forties, working as a nurse, in whose care Jonas was most of the time. The penetration, at least that’s what I was assuming, of sister continued. It was a struggle not to start masturbating. I was envisioning how it was me who had unhindered, even encouraged, access to her naked, slightly suntanned body. Those large breasts, unnaturally firm and perfectly symmetrical, bouncing while I thrusted away between her spread legs. I felt like I really needed the release of an orgasm, though what could I do but lay there with a raging erection within my underwear. I wondered if the diminutive boy next to me had the same urges. I recalled how, a long time ago, me a close friend of mine during the latter years of elementary school, had been eager to experiment with each other. We had been dry humping each other and getting stiffies. Also, we had made up grand plans of how we would get naked during a sleep over the coming day, and for the lack of a better word, try out different things. Those plans had fallen apart as his father had walked in on us humping each other, while clothed, in doggystyle on his parent’s bed, and though his parent’s to the best of my knowledge kept it to themselves, me and that friend never really hung out together any more due to our mutual embarrassment. Letting my aroused mind wander, I wondered of this runt of the litter, lying there so silently, yet regularly moving as if to find the optimal sleeping position (as if that was the problem keeping him from finding true shuteye), had any similar experiences of his own? I suppose he, in a way, reminded me of myself at that age, though I had been lanky whereas he was girlishly slender and probably underweight. I couldn’t imagine any of his friends or classmates being smaller than him; I envisioned him taking on the role of a girl whereas whatever friend he would be with inherently had the role of the guy. Though lacking in any muscle development that I assumed active young boys would have (from my impressions thus far he was not that type of kid), I supposed he had a rather cute little behind. Drawing on memories of having seen him standing some hours earlier, I knew that his slender backside didn’t automatically pass over to his skinny legs. No, there had definitely been a wee, yet noticeable, rump there on the back of his trousers. An image crept into my head, of how it was me dry humping him while he stood on all fours, and a moment later we were both naked in doing so. My cock was suddenly harder than ever - in recent memory at least. I grasped it tight beneath my comforter and couldn’t complete stifle a grunt. A flicker of issues regarding morality, and the absolute decadency of what I had been imagining set in, but these concerns were of equal swiftness brushed aside. I couldn’t help but to want to - need to - envision myself naked with diminutive Jonas. Bear in mind that it was the first time in over two years that I wasn’t alone in bed. Though I had not consciously checked out his petite ass before, I had a strong urge to do so now. Although I wouldn’t, of course, do anything as brazen as pulling down his comforter and thereby allow me to feast my eyes, and maybe even hands, on what must be a splendid butt, I sure didn’t mind imagining it. Even though my earlier predatory fantasies had focused on young teenage girls, they had in all honesty been drifting recently towards girls not dissimilar in stature to the undersized boy, who was strikingly feminine now that I allowed myself to fully think about it without (normal) mental roadblocks. The young damsels of my mental utopia sometimes had only the smallest of breasts, and possessed small, verging on tiny, yet hauntingly firm assess. In other words, except for the reversal of genitalia, there wasn’t much of a difference between them and this toyboy. At his point it dawned on me that Jonas’ father must have ultimately climaxed one way or another, because the ruckus had finally stopped. Hence, I found myself trying to settle down, which happened slowly but gradually. Rationalizing, or rather attempting to do so, this turn of events in my head, I took comfort in the fact that older men throughout history had found themselves sexually attracted to young boys. If the conquering Romans of old could actually have boys on retainer, as sexdolls to do with as they pleased, then I shouldn’t feel the need to be overly appalled by my mere thoughts. And also, once turned on it is easy to find unnormal relations enticing – something I knew far too well from these last years. Furthermore, I could swear, and still can, that somewhere I have heard the saying “a hot girl, with an ass like a little white boy”. I am absolutely certain that I’ve heard something like that being said. Sure, I’d had the thoughts, but it wasn’t as if I had acted on them like some pervert who couldn’t control himself... Sleep came eventually for my part, though it was irregular, and I had trouble finding peaceful thoughts every time I woke up. As the morning arrived, and Sandra gently tapped on the door to ask whether we would want scrambled eggs and bacon, I was undeniably still tired, yet also thankful that a mentally arduous night had come to an end. Having both announced that we would indeed like a serving each, I lingered in bed with a throbbing morning glory as Jonas got dressed and left the room. Last night’s fantasies had evidently not been a singular aberration; as the tiny fellow left the bed, my gaze took in as much of him as possible in the dim morning lights seeping in through the still closed blinds. He did indeed have a perky little butt, framed by a pair of tight black boxers. I had a hard time envisioning him gaining any favor with the ladies in his current physique, frail as he looked. At least he wasn’t ugly, so he had that going for him. But, ladies of his own age would probably go for athletic boys that were outgoing and did sports, instead of a shy and quiet one who looked weaker than gals even younger than him. As soon as I was alone, I began pleasuring myself. With a closed door, I had taken one of yesterday’s socks, and made sure I could easily, and quickly insert my dingdong into it as the orgasm neared, which it promptly did. I suppose I could have been forgiven for imagining having intercourse with my sister, especially considering the sounds of last night, but it was neither her nor thoughts of teenage girls I was stroking my dick ever faster to. Instead, fixed on my mind was me and sweet Jonas engaged in full-on, hardcore nude action. The ensuing day, I found myself having to consciously try to act normal. Despite having already jacked off, the wicked ideas had not left my mind. I found myself sneaking in glimpses of adorable Jonas here and there as I could without attracting attention. That was how I considered him now; absolutely marvelous. He was a boy, but he was also much like a girl. Having stood up next to him, I now knew that he measured in height to slightly above my navel. As for his weight I could only speculate that it would be low, lower than it should have been, but I wasn’t about to outright ask. As it was a rather overcast, albeit warm day, any hopes of getting to see the slender fellow in tight swim trunks dissipated fast. Eric spent most of the time, much to my liking, snoozing in the barcalounger and watching soccer, whereas his nimble son sat outside, in the backyard, in a hammock reading on his iPad. As Sandra prepared a meal for us all, I snuck in a bit of conversation with the boy by taking a garden chair and placing it next to the hammock, reading a novel myself. Even though there was plenty of extra room next to him, I didn’t want to impose too much. I asked what he was reading, and found out that it was a comic book, stored on his tablet in digital form, of the comic book hero, or as he said an `anti-hero´, called the Punisher. He was reading it in English, I supposed that by now he had no trouble with the language. Evidently, the Punisher was one of his favorites. As he went on to explain, the others were Batman, Wolverine and Spiderman. The latter being perhaps the most fun, and others being the coolest as he saw it. But as I got him talking, he started naming more and more of what series he liked. It was rather endearing how he lit up as he went along, talking more now in a few minutes than I’d heard him talk since they arrived yesterday. I expressed my somewhat sincere interest in comics myself, though I had admittedly not read a lot of them. Mostly, I had watched the films and, actually, seen many of the animated series. As he had proceeded to show me and scroll through his collection of series in digital form, I had advanced to sit next to him in the hammock – making sure to sit a respectable distance away and not do anything inappropriate or alarming. Talking and getting to know one another was the name of the game now. For him, it seemed important that I understood how the compilation of series on his tablet was but a small fraction of all the comic books in physical, tangible form, that he had at home - both at his father’s house and mother’s apartment. As the kid had started to open up more, I made sure to ask pertinent follow-up questions whenever I could. He had started showing me one of his latest acquisitions, a series named Teen Titans. At this point I hadn’t been able to help but notice that almost all of the female characters, and perhaps especially the Starfire girl, was drawn in a very, very sexy way. Between the two of us, I pointed this out in a lowered voice, and expressed my admiration for her nice body and enticing hooters. Somewhat flustered, and little bit red on his small cheeks, Jonas nodded. Shortly following this, I returned to my garden chair, but we continued discussing, amongst other things, the Marvel movies. He might not be the most outgoing kid, but I found him quite insightful and sharp as far as I could tell. As we dined on Sandra’s meat and vegetable stew, with boiled potatoes on the side, we watched the conclusion of the match between Portugal and Morocco, in which there would be no goals in the second half. Apparently, it aggravated Eric that his son had not finished his plate, as he urged his junior to eat up or he would not be excused. Jonas, who had thanked my sister for the meal, meekly stated that he was indeed full and could manage no more. The little guy seemed disheartened on his corner of the sofa in front of the tv, furthest away from his father. Sandra attempted to diffuse the situation by proclaiming that she didn’t mind at all, and that he could heat it and consume it later if he wanted to. Eric exclaimed: “He needs to eat more if he is to get bigger. A growing boy needs plenty of food”. Though he had a point, I hardly recognized this as the way to go about it; it was obvious that the little guy didn’t exactly thrive under confrontation and pressure. A minute passed, seemingly under a stalemate. I wanted to avoid getting involved. This was none of my business. Sandra broke the gridlock by saying that she would go for a run, and wondered if anyone wanted to join her. I felt it was a good idea, and agreed to tag along – as well as I could, that is. Having both gotten up, she rescued Jonas from the sofa by asking, or perhaps suggesting, that he’d help her with the dishes before we set out to get our aerobic exercise on. Not having changed attire myself, from the shorts and T-shirt I was wearing earlier, Sandra now exposed more of her knockout body in a pair of short shorts, and a sports bra. She looked banging. We started out merely walking. She seemed in a talkative mood, and apparently she wanted to vent a little about Eric’s frustrating paternal skills, which I didn’t mind since I figured it was a good opportunity to find out more about my new favorite youngster. I sincerely agreed when she pointed out that she took issue with Eric’s direct and dominating approach, but evidently she had been unable to have a satisfactory impact on his ways. She exclaimed how she tried to be as supported as possible, and how she genuinely cared for the boy though he wasn’t biologically hers. Asking me to keep it to myself, she went on about how Jonas didn’t really have any close friends, and his calm demeanor and feeble physique wasn’t exactly a deterrent for being teased. From what she had been able to gather, he wasn’t getting bullied at least – but some kids, mainly other boys, took some exception about him being an A-grade student; assiduously applying himself in school didn’t exactly make him especially cool. As for Eric, what mattered to him was Jonas’ academic performance (both now and in the future). He encouraged his son to study hard so that he could follow in his father’s footsteps and be a doctor, or something of equal prestige. As long as the teachers reported how happy they were about how respectful and ambitious the boy was; they were more than happy with his performance and results, and in most subjects he was at the top of his class. This confirmed my earlier perception of him as being intelligent. It mattered little to his father that Jonas’ class teacher had also pointed out that the boy seemed lonely. Eric more or less didn’t care about that as Sandra perceived it, and he had said to her that his son simply needed to toughen up and not take it personally if other kids teased him, and that “being lonely wasn’t a real issue as it builds character". We had walked for quite some distance, eventually catching up on other things as well. I tried hard, doing my best to avoid obvious exaggeration, to make my life in the states sound more impressive and interesting than it really was. Having started to run, I soon found myself unable to keep up. Her level of cardio far exceeded my own. As darkness arrived, or what passed for darkness in a Swedish summer (which is quite different from winter), I again found myself in bed with Jonas again. Since the day before, my state of mind had been altered. Perhaps I could only detect it now that I, for once, found myself almost giddy with excitement, but I had been (at least borderline) depressed before. I had probably been dejected and bummed out for so long that I had been unable to distinguish it. As I lay there, reading a book, I found my thoughts wandering in anticipation, and contemplated all sorts of different scenarios that could soon come to pass, and how best to proceed with my naughty flights of imagination. I turned pages at maybe half the normal speed, since I found myself not really reading the words. Sure, my eyes wandered across them, but my mind was elsewhere. Time passed. Almost an hour of me reading a book, and the fine child next to me using his tablet. Jonas looked at me a few times, as if wondering if it was truly all right to stay up so late in bed, or perhaps he was tired and wanted me to turn off the lamp on the window sill but was too well-mannered to ask. I figured I might as well discontinue with my poor efforts of getting anywhere in that spy novel, and subsequently switched off the light having first asked if my bedmate wanted it on. Jonas simultaneously shut down his iPad. Lying there on my back, staring at the ceiling with a semi-erection underneath the comforter, I was disheartened. Yesterday, I had not wanted to hear my sister being screwed at first, but now conversely found myself irked by the absence of such noises. However, the melody of moans could soon once again be heard rising from the other bedroom, until it had reached a steady level of audibility. This had been what I had waited for, and if they, in the other bed, had thought that waiting sparsely about an hour would suffice for us to fall asleep before they could begin their shagging, then they were mistaken. I couldn’t imagine Jonas having already fallen asleep in the short time since he stopped looking on his device. “You asleep?”, I asked in a whisper. “No”, he answered, equally quiet. I rolled onto my stomach and supported myself on my elbows. While looking at the small lad, who lay on his back, I said, indicating with my head towards the wall through which the sounds came from: “It’s annoying, isn’t it?” “Yeah”, he faintly replied. “One would think that they could be a bit quieter, it’s kinda disrespectful to us, don’t you think?”. At this, he nodded. Muffling my voice, I added: “Hey, while we wait for them to... uhm, finish what they’re doing, you wanna play a relaxing game?” “What kinda game?” He wondered. “Like this”, I instructed while leaning on my right side, and urged him to turn about and lie flat on his stomach. I started softly drawing numbers, between 1 and 100, with the fingernail of my left index finger on his slender and hard back, and had him quietly guessing what it was. Minutes passed. It indeed appeared to be quite relaxing as his lungs seemed to take increasingly deeper breaths. I, on the other hand, was getting more worked up. When I had pulled down his comforter, I had brought it down to his bony knees, thus exposing his pert, little ass with his tight, blue boypanties on. Having had my gaze fixed upon it most of the time, mindlessly drawing numbers, I had become erect, but as I was still dressed in underwear and underneath my own cover from the waist down, this was not something the boy could have noticed. No longer able to subdue the urge to try and proceed down the path I had imagined, and since his father could still be heard giving it to my sister, I figured now was as good a time as any to get a little handsy. Leaning down a bit closer to his youthful face, which was angled towards me as he serenely lay sprawled on his frontside, I whispered enthusiastically: “Hey, why don’t I give you a massage?”. As he had opened his little eyes, faintly shining in the dim room, the blinds not completely being able to shut out vague lights on the sky around midnight during the summer in Sweden, I went on, with a wry smile: “I’m not gonna be able to find any sleep until they calm down”. The little scholar approved. Having moved to sit up, I decided to, as inaudibly as possible, leave the sofa bed and lock the door with the key, sitting in the lock on our side of the room. The mechanism softly clicked, and while Sandra and Eric certainly wouldn’t have heard it, I didn’t image that Jonas had either. On my way back to bed, I snatched up an Aloe Vera tube of gel, without any fragrances or other added specialties, that I’d acquired on my way down to the summer cabin. Not that we’d had any real sun exposure during the gloomy daytime, but I supposed technically it could be beneficial for the skin, which I also related to the boy. At first, he reacted to the cool gel by temporarily tensing up the weak muscles of his back, but as it quickly warmed up, he yet again became laid-back as I slowly, and carefully, massaged his upper back and neck. Sitting on my knees, one on either side of his slim body, my lower abdomen in line with that little ass of his, my throbbing dick pointed in an upward direction and wanted to protrude from my underwear. I started laboring lower down on his back. Reaching the lining of his small boxers, I scooched down a bit, and went on to work on his skinny legs. I gave some attention to the ankles and shins, before focusing on the slender, smooth thighs. Slowing down the pace of my hands further, I let them glide all the way onto his tight little butt. When gently massaging it, Jonas lifted his head a bit and strained to look backwards towards me. “Everything OK?”, I wondered, not stopping to rub his behind on the outside of his underwear with my hands. He was just so cute, so firm, and so perfect. The kid didn’t protest, but he seemed puzzled as he nodded. I was definitely aided by the noises of the others, not yet quite done with their carnal activities, though thinking about it, I mused that surely there had a decrease in the tempo or rhythm of it. Jonas being an bright but very reserved boy, more of less dominated by his father, and lacking close friends as a teacher’s pet, it probably would have taken significant discomfort or concern for him to raise objections. Furthermore, I believed that what was happening played on this curiosity, to my advantage. I gathered it was about time to try and peek that interest even more. Whispering: “Making a minor adjustment here”, I thereafter gently dragged up his small bottoms so that more of the asscheeks were exposed, and his sexy buttcrack became more defined. I saw that his eyes had once again opened, but he didn’t look backwards this time. Acknowledging the absence of verbal or physical objections, I took this as a relative degree of consent, and I caressed him lightly. My hands went from upper things to his tushie and back again. I started sliding my thumbs in the inside of his legs, up towards his genitalia, which I couldn’t see as he lay there unmoving on his flat belly. Having spent probably half a minute focusing on getting close to what ought to be a wee pecker, I then suggested that we would be in remiss if we didn’t at least somewhat quickly tend to rehydrating the skin on the frontside of his body. This made the boy noticeably anxious. As I, with a paternal feeling about myself, waited for him turn over, he cordially protested in a low voice and, as if that would settle the matter, thanked me for what I had thus far done. I insisted, however, and assuring that I didn’t mind at all I tenderly but with a certain degree of force and authority, turned him over. Having done so, he didn’t seem that much at ease. Obviously very shy once again, not saying anything more, he held both of his small hands in front of his nether region, cupping it. Proceeding to act as if I didn’t notice, I started rubbing a little gel on his flat chest, down the abdomen and towards the sides. In doing so, I nudged apart his hands. As I suspected, and much to my delight, he had a stiffy. Small as it appeared, a little tent was clearly pitched. It was difficult to discern in the lack of lighting, but surely he was blushing considerably. He didn’t look me straight in the face, opting instead to look away, as if not wanting to see me seeing him. I had noticed his eyes find and linger on the bump inside my own boxers, which must have been visible even in the dim illumination. I didn’t spend close to as much time as I had on his backside, and having worked on the quads of his skinny legs, ever increasingly upward, I made sure to graze against and linger on his erect boyhood a few times, giving it a soft rubbing. He had moved to cover his predicament a few times earlier, but now he let it happen. Having felt him up in this manner for a minute or so, and realizing that the lovemaking seemed to have stopped in the adjacent room, I reckoned it was about time to finally stop myself from touching the boy any more for the time being. Softly proclaiming that I figured we had done some proper skincare, I raised his comforter before taking my place next to him and lying down on my back while simultaneously covering myself up. In a hushed tone, I said: “I don’t know about you, but I can’t help but to react... physically, if you know what I mean, when they go at it”. I turned my head towards him, without saying anything more. He looked back at me with some amusement, but he never said anything. “Hey, I was wondering... But no, you know what, never mind... Best just to lay here and do nothing, even though it sure is frustrating having heard them go at it...”. I acted out being disheartened and sighed. Thankfully I had sparked his curiosity, as he wanted to know what I had been about to say. Hence, I continued: “Well, this might be a weird question... But, by now you know about self-pleasuring, right?”. Seemingly somewhat thrown off, he quickly recovered and indeed nodded almost fervently as if proud to be knowledgeable on the subject. “So basically... I was wondering if it’s OK with you if I tug one out...”. His eyes flickered downwards on my covered body, and then up again. Having looked towards my hidden privates yet again, he nodded once more. Whilst slowly uncovering myself, I kindly droned on: “You’re really not supposed to see an adult do something like this… and I should not be doing such a thing here and now, which is why I asked for your permission”. With the cover down at my shins, I also lay flat on my back, head on pillow. With my hands holding the lining of my boxers and pressing them down, I shifted my hips up so that I could more easily pull them down, and simultaneously I sought the boy’s reassurance once again that it would be our most secret of secret. With his little, shining eyes fixated on my half exposed, hard unit (which was struggling against the fabric), I continued in as much of a friendly and reassuring tone as I could muster: “Do you promise to keep it a secret – something between just the two of us, as buddies?”. He softly spoke the best of words: “Yes”. With that, I pulled the boxers all the way down, and my hard dick bounced against my belly. Having tossed my underwear beside the sofa bed, I was delighted by how the little teen next to me kept looking at my elongated phallus. In the shower earlier, after said run with my sister, I had made sure to do some meticulous manscaping. Around my shaft and balls, only a very short stub of hair remained – I had gone as close as my body hair trimmer allowed. Since all men kind of know their own measurement, I knew that my male member was slightly short of seven inches, and as for girth I would assume that it is average (and perhaps even a bit lower than that if I’m being honest). As he lay on my right side, I stroked my shaft slowly with my left hand so that he would have as much of an unhindered view as possible. I didn’t want to make it weirder than it perhaps already was by looking straight at him. Therefore, it felt like the little glimpses of him, that I got in the periphery of my vision, was sufficient. In my own twisted way of trying to be paternal, I whispered: “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to”. Still, he kept observing. A moment later, I added: “It just feels so good, you know? Especially with them having gone at it in the other room… and to be thinking about Sandra’s naked body... I know she’s my sister and all, but she’s really attractive nonetheless”. He didn’t answer, but having seen him look at her, I would have bet good money on that he had a crush on her. My ejaculation was getting near - I could feel it. Not doing, or wanting to do, anything to hinder or postpone it in any way, I shot my load in streams over my upper body. It was one of the more intense orgasms in a long time. I let the fireworks in my head dwindle to nothing before I, still in a sense of serenity, cleaned myself up with countless tissues. Jonas certainly didn’t seem marred by the experience; more intrigued and excitedly fascinated if anything, and in a friendly tone I reminded him that this was to be ours, and only ours, secret. No one else could know. To my utter delight, he smiled at me as if glad to have been witnessing such a forbidden thing. Having put on my undergarment once again, I soon afterwards enjoyed a blissful slumber. Weather-wise, Thursday was a bland day. It wasn’t hot, and neither was it cold – though the wind had a certain chill to it. With scattered white clouds on the sky, the sun peeked out for periods of time every now and then. While Eric enjoyed a mid-day nap, I got to experience the beach alongside my sister and her stepson. There weren’t all that many people in the water, and as we took a short swim I could tell why; it was uncomfortably cold. Scrawny Jonas had it worst, and didn’t endure for long in the ocean, despite having considerably more insulation, so to speak. Being there at the beach, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about my appearance next to Sandra in her bikini. Were people judging me as a strange choice of partner for her, imagining we were a family? In a way not unlike how I had judged her current companion? You reap what you sow, I figured. Most likely though, they didn’t really care, and if anyone was looking, which I gather at least some of the dads must have been when they could get away with it, they’d be too preoccupied by her to give me any attention. We took to sunbathing. Sandra having brought sun-lotion, with both medium and high level of protection, she applied the latter to Jonas’ back, and mine as well. I couldn’t help but to be wishing for more muscles, something that would be impressive to the touch. Already having a bit of color herself, I, in turn, reciprocated by administering the medium-grade lotion on her, where she couldn’t reach. Somewhat struggling against the urge to indulge myself, wanting to run my hands too intimately on her and grab a feel on the side of her breasts, or pert buttocks, which – like her breasts – were on display in her skimp bikini. I (hopefully) managed to be as clinical as possible during my brief assistance. Having all voiced our disappointment of the temperature of the Nordic Sea when back at the cottage, Eric for once did something that I could wholeheartedly approve of: He borrowed my rented station wagon, since his Maserati didn’t have much extra room, and both my sister and his son went along with him to buy and above ground pool. Upon their return, I helped assemble it. There was no denying that I quite liked it. It wasn’t all that large but it was acceptably sturdy, with a frame of steel tubes. 4 by 2 by 1 meter, which translates to about 4 yards in length, 2 yards in width, and 1 yard in height (it thus corresponded to about the same area as the smaller bedroom of the house). One wouldn’t be practicing serious swimming in it, but it would be enough for having fun and for relaxation. The outside, which was made up of PVC plastic, was lime green, while the inside had a white-and-blue mosaic pattern. A ladder, as well as a pump was included, and furthermore Eric had separately acquired a solid and robust looking heater. Throwing in a pair of floating chairs, and assuring that it could all remain once they ended their vacationing there, I was actually warming up to the old geezer. All-in-all the total value had to be around a thousand USD, converted from Swedish krona. This change in sentiment wasn’t merely based on Eric’s willingness to spend a sizeable amount of cash. Following the time since the evening of our initial encounter, he had gradually been less and less of a jackass. Sure, I could question his parenting skills, but he was no longer behaving as if needing to assert himself towards me. During the introductory phase, I suppose he could have been trying to justify why my sister was with him, and the way to go about for him had been to (in a painfully arrogant way) act as if being very wealthy somehow made him into an important person, worthy of respect and therefore, by extension, also a suitable partner. As he had become more laid-back as time passed, I gradually also found him much more tolerable, verging on pleasant. Furthermore, I found that his complete lack of shits given about being politically correct was seriously refreshing. That he fucked my sister with passion when opportunity presented itself, I could scarcely blame him for – she had a body made for it. Also, the level of volume during those activities had become something advantageous for me. Afternoon had turned into evening as we were ready to start filling the pool up with water from the garden hose, and thus the first swim would not take place that day – which was just as good seeing as the heater would preferably have to be employed for some time beforehand. Spending what remained before nightfall watching Argentina take on Croatia in the world cup, my mind was mostly elsewhere, and with the game having concluded 0-3, I was itching for Eric and Sandra to hit the sack. I figured it was the normal thing to do, to keep watching tv with them at least for a while after the match had ended, even though Jonas had been encouraged to brush his teeth and go to bed. When the others finally decided it was time to retire, I was internally elated as I could do the same, having first freshened up in the bathroom. As soon as I entered the bedroom, and noticed Jonas was still awake and watched some show or movie on his tablet, I silently but swiftly locked the door. I didn’t want to forget about doing so later. Upon any unlikely, but conceivable, attempts to enter by Sandra or Eric, I had already planned out that I would jokingly suggest that me and Jonas had agreed it best to lock the door in order to keep the monsters away, which might come hunting from beneath the surface of the ocean at night. Time passed while I had my book out in front of me, and I more so listened and watched the clock tick away than read anything. Half an hour went by. Then, as forty-five minutes had passed, Jonas’ movie, as I figured it had been since I hadn’t disturbed him and asked what he had been viewing, ended. It was now passed midnight. Still no indication of the others fooling around. Closing my book and moving as if to switch off the lamp on the window sill above us, I asked (as if it was something I had just came up with): “Hey, how about a massage again?”. He seemed to mirror my excitement to at least some extent as he agreed. “Light on or off?”, I inquired. He shrugged his tiny shoulders. “Nah, I’ll turn it off”, I said, and reached for the lamp. He seemed pleased by that decision. I added: “But we have to be extra silent now… since they aren’t making any noises tonight”, at which point I smiled and inclined my head towards the presumably sleeping couple in the other room. The boy’s affirmative nod conveyed his understanding, and his grin his amusement – yes, it had indeed been fun to hear the others copulate. Having nudgingly indicated that he should turn about and lie on his belly, I proceeded as the night before. First, fatherly applying the rehydrating gel to (unnecessarily) revitalize his already smooth and soft skin. Then, not so fatherly (in normal fashion), I started touching him more and more intimately. I had reached a point where I was grasping his behind firmly, concealed as it was by a pair of tighty whities, and had been gracing his little testicles with my thumbs many a times. Rolling him onto his back, he once again moved as if to conceal his stiffy. I gently assured him that there was no need for embarrassment, and jokingly pointed to my own visible hard-on inside my black trunks, and furthermore added that everything that was seen and transpired would stay between the two of us. Seemingly encouraged by that, he soon shut his eyes and started breathing deeply while I, as nicely as possible, caressed his little willy through the fabric of his underwear. Quite possibly, I had him as aroused as he had ever been. Upon starting to lift up the edge of this last piece of clothing on him, and gently pull as if to remove it, he tensed up again and opened his eyes while shifting his feeble hands downwards as if to try and intervene. Another round of assurances and encouragement from me seemed to do the trick; I figured a large part of him wanted this to happen. Having him lying there, submissively, waiting for me, was amazing. “Show me”, I urged. Not that it bothered me the slightest, but I reckoned that his relative smallness was one of the reasons behind his hesitation, and as such I complimented his now revealed nakedness earnestly. His thing was indeed modest, maybe two, or two and a half inches, tops. While pleasuring it in my hand, in which it could fit with ease, his pleasure was palpable. His breathing was labored, his body was twitching, and slight, silent moans of satisfaction echoed from his parted, delicate lips. Mentioning how it was no more than fair that I got naked too, little Jonas nodded fervently as I had not stopped wanking his short and slim piece off in my hand, while stating my intention to become equally nude. During the short intermission, he opened his eyes which then fell on my boner as it was displayed for him in full sight where I sat, now naked, on my knees. His skinny legs ran straight underneath me. My tip was wet with precum. Maybe he could see that, maybe not. As I continued pleasuring him with my right hand, he shut his eyes again. I started running my left hand over his torso. Caressing his teeny-tiny, pink nipples. Then his frail neck, and after that his minute ears. I stroke his cheek and subsequently moved my thumb across his narrowly parted lips. I lost track of time, but after some minutes had passed, I became convinced that the toyboy had a dry orgasm. From the noise he made, to the way his eyes expanded and his petite body twitched, and also the way he pressed his prick upward seemingly as hard as he could. I noticed no bodily fluids from him, and he didn’t exactly go limp afterwards, but he must have climaxed. He appeared spent but happy at the same, as if very pleased. Maybe, from the looks he gave me now, he was a bit self-conscious and unsure of himself again. Still sitting as I had been before, I started tugging on my own device. He looked on with what I discerned as interest, and didn’t look away. “Wanna feel it?”, I asked hopefully. With an acknowledging gesture of the head, he raised one of his diminutive hands towards it, but soon had both hands grasped around the shaft and mimicked what I had done as best he could. My foreskin was gliding easily on the precum I had produced. Having my own eyes flickering through the ecstasy of my pleasure, I had to suppress my own moans. Looking down on the splendid scene before me, I gathered it was somewhat arduous for him in that position however, and as such moved to take place beside him. On what was implicitly my side of the mattress, I was now half-way sitting up, stacking pillows against the backside of the sofa bed. The back of my head was slightly grating against the wooden window sill, but considering the circumstances I wasn’t about to take issue with that. I did, however, move up even further so that I could rest the top of my head upon the window sill instead of bump against it. Putting my right arm across his very narrow shoulders, I encouraged the kid to come closer. While leaning his lightweight body against mine, he again started jacking me off, this time only with his right hand since his entire left arm was somewhat pinned between us. Having guided him to focus on moving the skin back and forward over the tip of my erect limb, he started to diligently beat me off with a look of mingled concentration and fascination. My dick had seldom, if ever, seemed so big as it did now. I wasn’t eager to shoot my load up into my own face, as I feared I would, and thus, as the first stream of hot goo was loaded into the base of my manhood, I lent the wonderful boy a helping hand and angled it more inwards towards my torso. A river of semen appeared to come forth, and I had had to slow down Jonas’ now sticky little hand during my orgasm. He deserved roaring accolades and compliments, but whispered praise and many a words of approval had to suffice for the time being. Cleaning myself up required even more tissues than the night before, and with concerns of having one of the others noticing a smell of semen during the morrow, I stuffed these into a bag which I then rolled together and hid away in one of my suitcases. The last thing I did was to unlock the door again, like a ninja. Friday, the day of midsummer in Sweden, had arrived when we woke up. The weather turned out to be better than the preceding days. There were only specks of thin, white clouds here and there. Jonas was thankfully very good at keeping our secret and acted as if everything was normal. I suppose that it helped that he wasn’t especially talkative, and that everyone else pretty much left him alone – as usual. No one seemed to want to intrude on his reading. Midsummer is generally celebrated with family and friends, but as I had kept in touch with no one of my old friends, I would not be going anywhere. Neither would my parents come down to their cottage; they wanted to stay at home in Gothenburg, without doing anything fancy. However, Sandra and Eric had made last minute plans to visit a friend of Eric’s, about an hour’s drive away, for a late luncheon. They were to return in the late afternoon at which time we would all enjoy a good meal and refreshments at the combined pub and restaurant of the nearby campsite. Due to how high the expected turnout was, to which the scheduled entertainment from a touring band - singing popular hit songs from old golden days, both Swedish and English tunes - had added, those who organized the event had generously expanded upon their outdoor seating. We had already went by for a look and had made reservations for seats at a table. Having, in good humor, relayed my own exciting plans of mowing the lawn, and testing out the pool during the time that Sandra and Eric were away, the latter added (in equally good fun), that I’d better not let his son drown if he unexpectedly decided to leave his iPad for a moment or two. As if superstitious about having jinxed himself, or rather his boy, by joking about such I’ll fortunes, he became more austere and added “No, but seriously…”. Amused, I gave him a solemn vow not to leave the boy unattended in the water, lest something dire happen. The pair departed shortly after the sun had reached its zenith. Not remaining idle for long, I filled up the riding mower with gasoline, and was pleased with the ease with which it started. With the green grass on the limited front yard of the cottage trimmed, it was time to deal with the more spacious backyard. Cutting the area behind the house - which was largely secluded due to neighbors’ hedges as well as trees and natural vegetation - would probably be made more difficult by the pool, having to take care not to get too close or risk making a rupture in the plastic. Getting a view of my young, new love interest lounging in the hammock as I was riding around the perimeter, I couldn’t help but to yearn for his taut body. Thus, I drove over to him and asked whether or not he would be interested in trying out how it was to drive the mower for a while. He was ready for that challenge. Moving back as far as I could on the seat, and spreading my legs wide, I made space for his little exterior in front of me. The set of earmuffs that I’d been wearing to cancel out the noise, I instead placed on the boy. Unfortunately, but understandably, they were a bit too big for him, even after being adjusted as much as possible. It had radio in them, and the radio channel I had them tuned into was (according to themselves) playing the most popular summer beats, not that I had any idea what that entailed. It was all rather generic to me. In any case, considering how we proceeded to unhurriedly cut the remaining grass on the slowest possible speed, the earmuffs weren’t jostled about by any quick turns or bumps in the lawn. I soon became a little handsy, touching his skinny thighs and letting my hands drag upwards, taking his shorts with them, exposing more of his white skin. With my right arm across his super lean (in fact, underweight) stomach, I pulled him backwards so that he touched against the base of my erect organ. The ride continued. From some gentle touching, and rubbing against it with my hands, I knew that his own member was hard. With him carrying on diligently to steer us in ever shortening circuits around the back lawn, I was now, with both hands around his very slim waist, right above the distinct hip-bones, dragging him both back and a little upward, thus humping him as we went along. I suppose it was fair to say that I had dropped whatever caution one might ought to have had in the outdoors doing risqué, forbidden things. But I deemed it safe enough since we would be alone for at least, at the very minimum, a couple of hours more, and the only way someone would be able to see us was if they rounded the house, or if a neighbor started trimming the top of their hedges with a ladder. Furthermore, it was midsummer, and people would most likely be occupied elsewhere. Besides, even though I would have wanted to, we weren’t naked nor in our underwear. I still had a tank top and shorts on, and Jonas was equally dressed in t-shirt and shorts. Ultimately, the only remaining grass not clean-cut was that around the pool, and I figured I ought to handle that myself when in a more normal state of mind. Apart from being substantially turned on from what we had been doing, the shining (though not blazing) sun had taken its toll, making us both warm and somewhat wet with perspiration. The heat from the riding mower had contributed as well. I suggested that we’d take this opportunity to test out the pool, and while the kid changed to swim trunks, I fetched us some raspberry juice with ice in it. Getting into my own swimwear, I soon found myself comfortably immersed in the water. The ladder into the pool was a little bit dodgy and I made a mental note to warn Eric about it, lest it break under his weight and get him injured should he decide to enjoy what he had paid good money for. The heater had done its job amicably, making the temperature of the water pleasant. I instigated some mild roughhousing in the water. This involved sitting in the inflatable chairs and knocking each other around, checking who could hold his breath the longest, and swimming around trying to tickle the other. I intermittently pulled him close and touched him where he ought not to have been touched by anyone – especially an adult. Before long, Jonas’ swim shorts were floating on the surface as I had, with his silent consent, taken them off. Touching his naked butt under the water, as well as periodically jacking his small pecker off, I thereafter got naked myself. With both our swimwear floating around, I had the sweet, oh so sweet, little boy in a corner of the pool, pleasuring his short boyhood between thumb and index as well middle finger, while being hunched down in the water behind him, prodding his cute rear end with my hard cock. His faint moans were the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced. I grabbed his wrists, thin like twigs, and placed his frail hands on the railing, took a step back and held him like a figurehead in front of me, his petite body being near to weightless as I had him almost horizontal near the surface of the water. With my left hand around his prick and the bottom of the palm touching his belly, I held him up without effort. I used my right hand to bend my organ down as best I could, moving it in and out, forwards and backwards, in his firm little booty. After a little while, I let go of him, and spun him round. Looking him in his fine brown eyes, I sincerely told him: “You’re really something special huh”. Standing close like that, we considered each other briefly, his head and only a part of his delicate neck above the water level (short as he was). Meanwhile, most of my throbbing manhood peeked up from beneath the surface. He looked merry, as if happy by being shown these forbidden things, and I suppose he was turned on. I probably beamed ecstatically, like a fool - hopefully not in a creepy way. It was if he knew what I yearned for as I ran my fingers through his wet hair and started to pull him closer to me. He let me do it, without hesitation or struggle, and parted his narrow lips to let me enter his mouth. Thereafter I found myself in heaven. Not that I had had many a blowjobs before, but I could not picture getting a better one, EVER. I moved carefully forward and back, but he quickly caught the gist of it, and started bobbing forward and backward over the tip of my unit, breathing through his nose. That being said, I didn’t last for long. The whole setting, and the build-up was too much for me. I mean, getting a not-at-all-unenthusiastic fellatio from a petite twelve-year-old-looking boy, in an outdoors pool… I felt that it would be a poor reward to shock him by ejaculating down his throat unexpectedly, and as such I pulled out. Quickly stroking my foreskin back and forth, I managed to warn him that he should close his eyes. Following that, I came all over his pristine face. For me, it was really, really intense. Without any substantial delay after the last jettison of semen, however, I felt the need to care for him, and thus I quickly snatched up my tank top from a chair next to the pool, and wiped of his sticky face. Still being on cloud 9, I showered him with praise and laudation as the best roommate, and friend, that one could ever hope for. Also, these forbidden adult things that we were doing, between friends, could of course never be uttered to anyone else... Not being completely careless, I spent quite some time searching for, and finding a couple of strings of jizz that had ended up in the water. Cleaned up, I felt it was best not to push my luck and try to do anything more for the time being. Also, I might as well let my nutsack recover, so as not to wear out my own testicles, I mused to myself. Fixing us a couple of sandwiches, I spent time watching the latter part of Brazil versus Costa Rica, and then, shortly after kickoff in the match between Nigeria and Iceland, Eric and my sister came back. Seemingly a little spent, Eric soon took a nap, while Sandra, being more energetic, went for a run. This time, I declined the offer to tag along, feeling as if I’d already been through a workout (though I kept that part to myself). At early evening, we all made our way together over to the campingsite. Dressed casually, Sandra had outdone us all. With her blonde hair in a thick braid, wearing a short, black leather jacket, a laced black top (thereby exposing part of her flat stomach and an ample amount of cleavage), and in white jeans, she looked divine. Long rows of benches and tables were stationed outside the restaurant near the entrance to the camping ground. Earlier in the day, there had been a traditional Swedish smorgasbord on buffet. But, at this time, they served either hotdogs or hamburgers with fries. At 8 pm, the band started playing on the stage built outside. Our seating was, as far as I was concerned, among the better since we were on the edge of a long table, away from the comings and goings near the diner and bar. Also, we were in the second row from the back, thereby not being among those soon to be hearing-impaired from the blaring speakers of the band. Sandra didn’t eat white bread, and therefore only ordered hamburger meat and fries. Sitting diagonally across from her, with Eric at my side, I mirrored her order, and even took it one step further by requesting water instead of beer as they were going with, or soda as Jonas were about to drink. “You a teetotaler?”, Eric smilingly asked. “Nah, not really”, I replied, adding: “I suppose I’ll have a few later, depending on how long we’ll stay. For me, it’s more about the health aspect of it – beer being kind of liquid bread from what I’ve gathered”. Gesturing towards Sandra’s exposed abdomen, I couldn’t help but to add: “I suppose having a belly similar to that is my fitness goals”. Said in good humor, it amused Eric, who chuckled, and pleased Sandra, who smiled. Content by tasty food, and heartened by the good atmosphere at the gathering, with good, old time music which people here and there, us included, sang along with from time to time, a couple of pleasant hours transpired. I had indeed consumed a couple of beers eventually, while Sandra had outdone me handsomely in that regard, despite her being only 110-115 pounds (my best guess), and Eric downing even more alcoholic beverages. If I were slightly tipsy, they, on the other hand, were drunk by now - but so were many of the other in attendance. The toilets of the campsite were frequently frequented, as the booze had inevitably started to affect peoples’ bladders. At 11 pm, with Sandra insisting on it being time to take Jonas home - he was about the youngest still there among the cheerful, singing and rowdy adults - we all headed back to the cabin. Dental hygiene having been handled, I joined the boy in the sofa bed, while observing, and (with a faint smile on my face) hearing the other two gingerly showering together before they continued their games in the bedroom. They appeared to pay no more heed with showing a proper modicum of restraint and if one could argue that they’d had been careful before, they seem to have no inhibitions now. With a locked door, and to the audio track of their fornication, I had been fondling the little boy all over his body and soon had him, as well as myself, naked and erect. Oh, how I loved that petite bod, skinny and firm as it was. Before hitting the bed, when me and Jonas were alone in the bathroom, I had been curious as to how much he actually weighted. Hoping he’d show me after I’d stepped on the cheap, digital scale that was in there, which thereafter displayed the numbers 90 (kilograms), i.e. just shy of 200 pounds, he merely shook his head when I expressed my curiosity about what it would show if he stepped on. Being clearly underweight was obviously, and understandably for a young boy, an issue for him. With slight deception, which he probably wasn’t completed lulled by, he agreed to jump on my back and in this fashion I ascertained, through our combined weight, though it was hard to stand as still as the scale apparently required, that his weight was somewhere between 65 and 70 pounds, our mass converted from kilograms to pounds in my head. I had never gotten a final, accurate reading, and I wanted to be quick about it since I didn’t want any of the others to walk into the unlocked bedroom, seeing us standing there, the boy on my back – it may look innocent enough, but why risk raising any questions at all? Lying naked atop of him in bed, I grinded my hard cock across his much smaller, but equally erect boyhood. With my sister and his father being rather loud, I felt free to move about and be bold in both actions and suggestions. “How do you… think they are… doing it?”, I asked, continuing to act out the missionary position with him. His reply was shy: “I... I don’t know”. I supposed he could imagine a few scenarios - he must have watched some porn at home - but was apprehensive about saying something foolish. “Perhaps just like this”, I suggested in a warm whisper. I started wondering whether or not I should take his wee thing in my mouth and pay him back in kindness for earlier in the pool. However, I quickly realized that I didn’t really want to. That would be gay. Instantly amused by my own highly illogical thinking - the contradiction between what I had been thinking and my actions; I was frankly violating him, without needing any explicit show of force though, since the tiny junior was obviously willing to go along. However, the boy must have noticed my amusement, and lacking in self-confidence he probably thought he was the source for my contained laughter since he became noticeably bothered by it. I wasn’t lying complete when I in haste, to lift his spirits yet again, said: “Isn’t it funny – what if they knew, your father and my sister, that we are doing the same things that they are?”. “We are?”, he replied, evidently relieved that it wasn’t something comical about him as we lay, naked bodies touching. My somewhat overweight figured on top of his effeminate frame. “Indeed”, I answered, adding: “though, she of course has a vah-jay-jay right here”, at which point I indicated with my index finger gently on his compact, little ballsack beneath the cute standing pole of his. “And then there’s her nice tits up here as well”, I mentioned, whilst touching his flat chest. He nodded. I could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath the palm of my right hand. “You think she’s sexy?”, I asked. After the shortest of delays, he dreamingly said “Yeah”, while nodding. “I think so too”, and touching his willy, I also told him that I liked him as well. Rolling us around, and with ease spinning the boy around further, so I lay on my back and the kid had his own scrawny back on my stomach. His little head rested beneath my jaw. During the next couple of minutes, I kept him squirming in arousal by yanking on his prick. As for myself, my pleasure came from thrusting my own equipment into his little ass. With both hands on his thin hips, I started pushing him down to meet my upward assaults. I had no real aim without using my hands or being able to see, and was unlikely to start impaling him on my dick like that. Either Eric really knew what he was doing, or Sandra was exaggerating, but she was really being the loudest now. Perhaps being pounded with less inhibition was something that really hit the spot for her. Both me and the boy looked towards the wall at the sudden increase in audible pleasure, as if imagining her getting properly pounded now. I could not distinguish, there in the semi-darkness, any real trepidation as Jonas in a faint voice said “O.. okay” in response to my encouragement for him to be real quiet during what was to follow. With my left arm across his narrow torso on top of me, and my right hand steering my hard rod, which glided nicely on all the precum it had made, I searched for his boycave. When I was quite certain that the tip of my spear had found its mark, I started applying pressure. More and more force. I could feel myself sliding in a little. Getting the whole tip of my cock inside him proved difficult. The boy hadn’t been slow to react as I was entering him. His moans, part anguish, and (I hoped) part pleasure almost reached a level I was uncomfortable with as he still were on top of me – displayed for the Gods above to see what we were doing, but who were they to judge, they had probably been fucking boys themselves on occasion. Only daring to move ever so slightly back and forth, I praised him and encourage him dearly to be as silent as possible, and that he was doing excellent. Getting an idea, I carefully lifted him off from me, and having picked up the tube of Aloe Vera gel, I positioned him on all fours, in front of me. With my dick touching his pert rump, I bent forward, and while fondling his stiff boyhood, I said: “They could also be doing it like this”. Thereafter, being transfixed by his presented hindquarters, I started rubbing in gel around his boygina. I continued doing so, and while keeping him satisfied by playing with his boyclit, I fingered his pussy with plenty of my improvised lube. Not being able to postpone it any more, I smeared the gel over my bellend and shaft before aiming it at his innocent-looking rosebud. The tip of my manhood was placed firmly were it should be, and with my right hand around the shaft, I pressed forward while trying to make sure that the boy didn’t lean forward too much by tugging him backward with left hand under the boy’s midsection. Altering the pressure, and matching our movements, I slipped in better than before. He I had him firmly impaled by an inch or so, I put both my hands on the sides of his abdomen. Even though my hands aren’t even large for an adult male, it seemed as if a larger man might have been able to encompass his entire waist. Taking caution to not be too rough, but nonetheless fucking him increasingly harder, I found myself gloriously going back and forward inside his profoundly squeezing butt. He was whining meekly but increasing louder as I drove probably a good two inches back and forth in him. My princess among boys was straining with the effort. Due to the splendor if his frail body, arching on all fours in front of me and being fed with my cock, I had not been able to resist giving him increasingly more and more. With sudden dread, I realized I had been so preoccupied with what was happening here, in our room, that I’d forgotten about the others. Stopping as if frozen, I listened intently. To my utter relief, I could hear my sister’s feminine voice talking eagerly and laughing, and the kid’s father’s more guttural voice droning and chuckling. They must have finished what they were previously doing, and were now enjoying the afterglow together. Thank god, I thought (or maybe thank Odin or Zeus, which made me smile) they didn’t seem to have noticed any strange sounds themselves. That the boy had already taken a liking to being sodomized and having his prostate pleasured was apparent since, when I was still, he had rather quickly taken it upon himself to keep moving on all fours; to keep making sure he was getting fucked. Leaning forward a bit, I pleaded for him to be as mute as possible, and said nothing untrue; he was terrific, a true champion among boys. He appeared emboldened, and through incessant encouragement, he had started to more energetically assfuck himself on my cock while taking heavy, and irregular deep breaths. It was all getting too much for me, and lying down on top of him, more or less pinning him to the mattress, I started humping him more rapidly. Supporting myself partially on my left forearm, I muffled his whimpering with my right hand as best I could. Seeing stars, I unloaded in his tight ass. Slowly unwinding, I leaned upwards and saw how streams of cum had flowed up around my now softening shaft, still being partly parked in his butt. The sperm had flowed downwards along his asscrack and stained the bedsheet. I would have to change it in the morning, and then hide it one of my bags. The kid seemed, with good reason truth be told, somewhat unhappy with the treatment he had received at the end of our shagging. Therefore, I spent the next half an hour or so, on damage repair. My primary focus was on making him feel good, and sexually curious and adventurous again. His spirits were lifted before not too long through caressing and words of appreciation. Also, surprising him with an intense blowjob (the first I had ever given) seemed positively beneficial for my purposes. To the best of my knowledge, he climaxed (dryly) during that experience – he confirmed this upon me asking, though his understanding of orgasms was as of yet highly limited. With the door still locked, I spent the remainder of the night spooning Jonas, both still naked. I was horny most all night, but wanted to give his back-entrance a chance to recover before I explored it again. I did, however, in the early hours of the morning, get him to service me with his little mouth once again. With the door still locked, I spent the remainder of the night spooning Jonas, both still naked. I was horny most all night, but wanted to give his back-entrance a chance to recover before I explored it again. I did, however, in the early hours of the morning, get him to service me with his little mouth once again. I guess we all looked a bit worn at the late breakfast on Saturday, right before noon. I further suppose it was fortunate that Sandra and Eric were hungover, though they seemed to recover rapidly as they filled up on food and plenty of water, because if there was anything weird about, and between, me and the child, they were too preoccupied with their own discomfort to notice. Seeing the minute boy squirm about when sitting on the wooden chair in the confined kitchen almost made me wince, but the others hadn’t noticed anything weird, nor did they get much opportunity to. While they tested out the pool, and seemed to slumber on the inflatable chairs, with not a cloud on the sky in the hours after lunch, Jonas sat and read on the soft cushions in the hammock outside, thus at least appeasing his father by technically being outdoors. With half of the afternoon gone, the weather had worsened. The sky was overcast, and the temperature had dropped to some extent. No one being in the mood to fix dinner, we agreed on ordering pizza. This made Eric a bit gleeful - that me and his babe would have two days of bad nutrition in a row. He was joking around, issuing concerns that we’d soon end up like him, at which point he grasped the full extent of his gut, and I think we all liked the way he was laughing at his own expense. With the match between Sweden and Germany approaching - kickoff happening at 8 pm - Sandra and Eric had apparently made last minute plans to watch the game together with some of the people they had met yesterday, on their luncheon. I didn’t specifically ask, but I envisioned how it would be a gathering of affluent men and gold-digging females in their 20s, but it would probably be more normal than that. Without asking, which I didn’t do, I could only speculate. Explaining how they’d probably be back before midnight, Sandra added a “Goooo Sweden!”, before she closed the door behind her and went to join Eric in his Maserati, and off they were, once again. I didn’t jump right at the kid as soon as we were left alone like some sort of complete, mindless deviant. Instead, I waited until it was around half an hour until the game started, before I suggested that we could take a quick shower if he was up for it. Without any discernible trepidation, he followed me to the bathroom. Containing my giddyness, and forcefully acting normal, if it could be called that considering how I undressed myself fully and sported a raging hard-on while the girly boy seemed reluctant to do the same. He had no trouble looking at my cock though and didn’t seem afraid of it. Perhaps he found it embarrassing to expose himself in a similar fashion under the luminous lights? For that reason, I turned them off. The sun wouldn’t go down until several hours later anyway, and with there being a small window with a stained and murky glass pane in the bathroom, it became a bit shaded but not perilously dark. The change seemed to help, and submissively he allowed (or accepted) me to help with unclothing him, following which I led him into the small shower booth with a sliding plastic door, that I closed behind us. With the lukewarm, or rather borderline hot, water streaming down on us, I could not fathom how any man would not want to fuck this submissive and slender boy. Seeing, and laying hands on his pretty and sexy little, firm butt it did not compute. Who would not want to be naked in there with him? If only he was my son. I would shower with him every day and have him share my bed. The things I would have the opportunity to do. The sex we would have. It would endless. Had his father ever had forbidden thoughts about his child? I mean, Eric was fucking a girl half his age, so would it be outrageous to think that he could fantasize about boning someone half again as young, be it his own son? In what by now seemed like routine, I made sure to keep him erect – not that this required much effort. Where he stood in front of me, back turned towards me, I simply had to make sure to lean forward and give him an attentive tug every now and then. Apart from that, I used the time to explore what seemed like every square inch of his effeminate body. Earlier days, I had not bothered using any of the shower oil when in there alone, but this time it came in handy as I used it to thoroughly massage the slender boy. After a while, I took a slight step to the left behind him, and started sliding my right hand along his spine, from the neck down to that appetizing ass of his. Not stopping there, I continued, and started vigorously circling his boypussy with the aid of the shower oil. Eventually, to his surprise, I slid my index finger inside him. While I continued fingering the tiny booty, I gave equal attention to what he had in the front with my left hand. In short order, I had him trying to hump my hand, while my finger fucked his butthole. He was undeniably in a foggy state of arousal. Speaking of fingers, I advanced by adding my middle finger. At first, the boy didn’t seem all too happy about this escalation, but by not ceasing to work him both ways, I soon had him more than compliant. I figured it was about time to get mine. Squaring off behind him, and bending my knees even more than I had before, my eyes stared intently on that gloriously undersized ass. Attempting to penetrate him, while he diligently tried to stand still, I was getting fatigued in my legs and it ached in my knees from having been bending down for so long. If only I was in better shape. Despite being incredibly horny, I decided it wasn’t going to happen in there. Why huff and puff excessively trying to get it going in the shower when we had the whole house to ourselves? It hadn’t helped either that the water was being counterproductive, working against the lubrication provided by the shower oil. Contemplating whether or not I should turn him about and indicate that a bit of fellatio would be welcome, I determined that if that was to be considered silver, then I’d rather strike gold – and thus we replaced the warmth of the shower with the comfort of soft bathrobes. We settled down in the sofa right about when the game between Sweden and Germany was about to start. I imagined about half the country were doing the same. Through what seemed like sheer luck, Sweden had the lead against the former world champions by 1-0 going into halftime. At this time, my phone rang. It was my sister. Apparently, she had had some wine, and Eric some whiskey, and therefore they would not be able to drive back until the morrow. “Was that OK?”, she wondered, for me to “act babysitter until tomorrow?”. Like it would change anything if I for some reason would have been upset and said no? “Sure...”, I replied, “... it’s not as if he is a noisy, troublesome kid anyways”. Having been thanked, and exchanged goodbyes, I barely had any interest in soccer any more. My sister and Jonas’ father would not be returning in a few hours. Therefore, a possible conversation about various happenings during the match and the outcome, would not ensue tonight. With how the events had unfolded, I could just as easily read up on what had happened during the game tomorrow before they arrived, thus being able to give the impression of having watched it, like any other normal Swede. Going into the bedroom, I took the tube of Aloe Vera and opened my bathrobe. Due to what I was planning, I was sporting wood and covered it with copious amounts of the gel. Back in the sofa, I sat myself down right next to the youngster. Closer than before. Closer than what was normally customary. My advances were gradual. First, my right arm draped his narrow shoulders. Then, a few minutes into the second half of the match my left hand eased up the rope around his slim waist, and after that found its way onto his willy. With a quick look, but not a word, he gave me all the consent I needed. That Germany scored quickly in the second half was of no concern to me. Having the kid evidently horny and malleable enough for my suggestions, I then easily had him sit astride my lap. Opening up my own robe, he automatically moved as if to start tugging on what was presented to him. It had been gleaming from the gel, and as he brushed against it, he hesitated from the feel of the substance on it. Without bothering with the appetizer, I went for the main course directly. Nudging the opened bathrobe he was wearing off his bony shoulders, it slipped down his back, and when it was caught only on his slim arms, he angled them backwards so that the robe could fall to the floor behind him, touching my feet. Feasting my eyes on him, as he sat there nude in my lap, I put my hands under his petite ass and lifted him both upward and in towards me. Keeping my left hand supporting his right buttock as a reminder that I wanted him right there, he understood well enough not to slumber down again. Steering around with my right hand, I was within moments angled in to his boyhole, and through both pressing upwards and settling him downwards, I had gently but surely started to fuck him. We both contributed to the intensity of the prohibited sexual union between man and boy with palpable passion. Huffing, and probably puffing, I thrust up and down, while the girly boy, bony knees on either side of me, moved up and down himself. He whined and groaned, shrieked and whimpered, moving his head hither and dither while keeping his petite hands on my traps and shoulders. I couldn’t see how much he was taking in, but it was surely more than before. Holding him pressed against me, his standing pecker poking my belly, I caressed my hands all over his graceful back. I was nearing the point of no return, the muscles in my groin tightening up. If I didn’t slow down, and focus on completely unerotic things, I would climax. However, I didn’t want to be anywhere else but in that moment; experiencing what I was experiencing to the maximum. Consequently, I climaxed right into his tiny ass. My toes curled like never before, my cock labored with getting all the seed out inside of him, and my mind raced to another galaxy and back again. It took an unusually long time for me to regain my composure. The kid, being lifted off my now semi-flaccid member, with cum coming out of him and running down the inside of his skinny legs, seemed a bit taxed himself. Using the arms of my bathrobe, I wiped him off. Since my bathrobe had been still on me (merely opened in the front), and thus beneath me, the cushion on the sofa had been protected. Recuperating afterwards, we feasted on ice cream and watched the remainder of the game. That Germany won in the last minute of overtime, while being one man less on the field, scarcely bugged me – though I suspect this was irksome for most citizens, and probably would have been for me as well under normal circumstances. Seeing no need to stay up any later, and looking forward to getting into bed, I went to take a pee – which proved more difficult than usual due to how the stream of urine sprayed in several directions – and also took the opportunity to brush my teeth afterwards. Looking myself in the mirror, feeling excited but also a stitch of sadness since I would leave Sweden tomorrow; my flight departing at evening to take me back to the Estados Unidos. Silly to be melancholy about that now! It was time to create some more unforgettable memories of the petite boy! With that in mind, I contemplated creating more lasting mementos. Whether or not I should try and film as much as possible on my phone? Yes, I wanted that badly enough. Very badly. Of equal speed, I brushed aside the notion of asking Jonas for permission. If I had my phone out, and he pleaded no and stood his ground (figuratively), then that would be an obstacle I wasn’t keen to deal with. I have never been one of all the people who are addicted to their smartphones, or even singing its praise and feeling lost without it, but now I was surely glad I had a moderately good phone, with a nice camera, capable of taking high resolution pictures and films. It wasn’t a flagship model; it was value for money, but nonetheless more than adequate for what I had in mind. After I had suggested that Jonas should brush his fangs, I made the master bedroom ready for us. I took a pair of his father’s jeans, from where they’d been hanging in the closet, and placed them as inconspicuously as I could on the window sill next to a flower pot. On my phone, I set to it to record video and placed it inside one of the pockets of the jeans, its top sticking out and the camera angled towards the bed. As long as the jeans didn’t move, and I couldn’t imagine that they would, it would document everything that was about to transpire on the bed from a sideline angle. So as to make it seem a little more normal, I took a sweater from the same closet and placed that on the other side of the flower pot, and hurriedly decorated a couple of chairs in the room with various garments; thus making the room less tidy, but at the same time distracting from the outfit at the window beside the bed. The last piece of the puzzle was me fetching the large, white bedcover from our sofa bed and putting it on the king-sized bed of the master bedroom – for protection against highly probable stains. When my loveboy was finished in the bathroom, I called for him from inside the master bedroom. With forced serenity, acting as if I hadn’t scurried around the last few minutes, I proposed that we ought to try out the real bed – where so much of what we had heard had taken place. I struck up a brief and cheerful conversation: “Seeing as we’re in here, wanna pretend we are them instead of us?”. With a little hesitation, Jonas replied: “Okay”, and looked as well as moved towards me as I opened the closet. Standing shoulder to shoulder, or rather, my hip to his small shoulders, in front of the opened storage for clothes, I said: “If I’ll be your dad, then you can be my sister?”. He nodded. “Or should I be your dad, and you simply be your good-looking self?”, I asked. Initially somewhat confused, as if not at first understanding that he would imagine himself doing stuff with his dad, he then comprehended and became shy, more so than before that is. While looking down at the floor, he quietly said: “Nah, can... can we just dress like them?”. In my head, it had been a fun question, and a tantalizing mental image, but it had backfired. I had ever so slowly been getting the boytoy out of his shell when he was around me, and it was unfortunate if I had nudged him a bit backwards to his old, closed-off self. I had no suspicion about there being any previous (sexual) trauma of the youngster, or that his father had been having incestual relations with him. No, he had most probably simply been a lonely, curious kid with a dominating father who had been berating instead of being supportive. I attempted, and moderately succeeded, to rescue the situation by starting the challenge of both getting to pick out the best outfit for the other from what was in display in the wardrobe. They hadn’t brought all that much to the cottage, but at least we had a little to choose from – and me more so than Jonas; Sandra had (understandably) a more extensive and varied selection of apparel with her. Them being bigger than us, respectively, I knew I would fit in Eric’s clothes, and Sandra’s would be too big for Jonas. Content with our choices, I went into the other room and changed, thus adding to the roleplay. Asking if he was ready, I thereafter returned. Upon seeing him, at the foot of the bed, I stopped. Giving my naughty looking little cocksucker the attention he deserved – thinking that, I did not mean it in a derogatory way, though I realize many might interpret it like that. The preteen-looking boy in a girly dress looked absolutely singular. Completely marvelous. It was a white dress with lace. The shoulder straps were thin, and across his flat, bony chest it didn’t fit well. Across the body, it would have been snug on my slim sister, but it sat loosely on the boy. The skirt, with an assortment of blue flowers stitched on it, ended slightly closer to the knees than the bum - I figured it would be the other way around on my sis. Not that I could currently see it, but underneath that dress, if he had put them on (and I suspected he had), he would be wearing white thong panties. Nearing him, in his father’s yellow soccer shirt that he had picked out for me, and blue sweat shorts, thereby resembling a soccer player on the Swedish national team (in apparel more so than lean physique), I was not wearing underwear. Either he had forgotten to pick out a pair for me, or he had assumed that I would put on a pair of my own, or he wanted me naked underneath. Though the latter was to be preferred, I’m not particularly sure it’s the most believable. When getting dressed in the other room, I had been wondering why, if his father had this uniform, with the official jersey of the nation’s team, he had not been wearing it when going away to watch the match? However, upon discarding the bath robe for the garment, I thought I understood the reason for it being left behind. Since it fit me better than I had expected, it seemed quite plausible that it would be unflattering on Eric; putting his gut unnecessarily on display. I closed the distance and lifted him with ease, holding him by (and fondling) his behind, while his legs spread around me. Savoring the moment a bit, I slowly hoisted him up and down so that his pecker rubbed against my hard-on. Then, I carried him onto the bed, carefully setting him down on his back, skinny legs spread apart before me as I stood between them on my knees. Though far from knowledgeable, I knew that a lack of adequate lighting could be an issue when shooting videos. Therefore, in order for there to be some presence of light to aid my smartphone in recording what was to unfold, I had first of all risked leaving the blinds of window open. This resulted in some natural light coming in from the outside; considering how it was the day after midsummer – which marks the time of the year when the sun is up for the longest duration – it wasn’t really dark-dark, so to speak, even closing in on 11 pm. Had the window been facing the street, I wouldn’t have dared hazard it, but since it faced the backyard I took the chance. Secondly, the door was open to the living room/kitchen, and even though this area wasn’t well lit, it allowed a warm and pleasantly mellow light to enter the master bedroom from that direction. Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, a reading lamp on one of the bedside tables was still on, and I had no plans to switch it off. Like a doting father I adjusted the dress on my little princess, and thereafter continued doing with daddies don’t usually do – but as some lucky (or merely bold) ones certainly had; I started inappropriately touching the beloved child. I took it slow though. I allowed the dress to stay on while feeling over it, from exposed neck and `cleavage´, over the abdomen with the laces on the outside. Avoiding the genitalia, I went to the slim, unmuscular thighs and down to non-existing calf muscles. On the way up, where I took my sweat time, I let my hands glide under the loose skirt all the way up to the white thong which I could now see. It didn’t sit all that snugly against him, but well enough. A little tent was pitched inside them. After a quickly but tender rubbing on the outside of the panties, I exited my own blue shorts. With my raging hard-on being exposed, I removed the yellow soccer jersey as well; I was completely naked. Leaning down, I dragged the loose-fitting shoulder straps to the side and hiked down the dress to below his flat chest so that his pea-sized, pink nibbles were visible. Then I leaned down further and started grinding on him, moving my dick up under his skirt and letting it touch on, and around, his own thing. Thinking and feeling that enough is enough, I undressed him. He was as submissive as always, but visibly eager to take part, shifting his body to make the unclothing easier and faster. Upon having him as naked as me, I stopped myself from looking directly as the camera by the window. Following some words of reassurance and compliments for being wonderful and looking so good, it was about to go down. He was still on his back, with a stiff willy and small ballsack all tightened up. But, his legs were bent upward by my hands. As I lowered myself down towards his boypussy, I had already felt with my thumb that the entrance was still sort of wet from my ejaculation about an hour earlier. As I started to penetrate him I could indeed surmise that there would be no apparent need for improvised lube once again; my load from before, mixed with my precum now, did the trick. The best sex of my life ensued. At first, I didn’t know if I ranked it higher than when I had him in the sofa, but that was then, and this was now. Safe to say that he was the best shag I could think of. Like before, he was immensely tight. The thought of anything else but filling that sweet, little ass with as much cock as possible ceased to exist. I was almost feeling proud that I didn’t completely go to town and try to bury all my length in him; I watched for signs of obvious discomfort, and sometimes failing to restrain myself properly it happened that his weak hands went up and pushed against my pecs as if to stop me while his innocent face contorted. But most of the time I did good, and perhaps needless to say: he did good the whole time. Apart from experiencing the circumstances to be hot, for the senses that is (both what I saw and felt), it was getting warm as well. I could feel perspiration starting to appear on my forehead - and I didn’t usually sweat easily. For the kid wonder underneath me, pinned on his back against the bed, and bent slightly upwards by my hands in the hollows of his small knees for a sufficient angle to fuck him in, it must have been even warmer. His petite, frail body indeed showed signs of the exertion he was going through; sweat glistening on his soft, white skin – on both body and face. The eyelids of the girlish boy’s face were flickering between half-way open and shut; sometimes looking up at me, but ofttimes closed. Moreover, the mouth of that youthful face was relaying what he was feeling – pain mixed with pleasure; a pleasurable pain. A pain necessary to get the satisfaction he was undoubtedly receiving through his rectum, heightening what was happening on the outside – where I regularly wanked him off after letting go of one leg. Maybe it had to do with having emptied myself in him about an hour before, but like a marathon runner, I seemed to have breached through the wall and showed unexpected stamina; I reached a stage of second breath, so to speak. While his eyes were close, I ventured a quick look at the camera recording all this without him knowing. I was feeling like a stud – a sensation fueled by the discrepancy in size between us; me weighing more than three times more than the boy of not even thirteen winters yet. Though the number of minutes probably had just barely passed into the two figures, I felt it as if I was filling him with cock for an unanticipated amount of time. Of my length, the ever so squeezing boycunt was by now taking in about half. I think that he, by now, wholly loved getting his boy G-spot stimulated by my plowing rod. Shortly after having thought that, and made an effort so as to try and please his pecker with my right hand and his G-spot at the prostate with my probing manhood in about the same tempo, I could have sworn he had another dry orgasm – an intense one. I let him recover briefly, though I never stopped fucking him – just slowed down a bit. Momentarily leaving his boygina, with every millisecond not inside of him being too long a time, I turned him around and placed him on all fours in front of me. With hands on those skinny and attractive hips of his, I pulled him towards me and without delay my throbbing cock was sucked right in again; like a vacuum waiting to be filled. I rejoiced from the look, and the feeling, of taking him like this again. After maybe a minute or two, I leaned forward, closer to his ears, and while thrusting more lightly it took some efforts from me to ask as clearly as I could: “Do.. you … think... they usually.. say something... to... each other … when they.. do this?” Jonas, on all fours, appeared to labor equally much with the reply: “I.. don’t.. kn..ow..”. My response, which I had been thinking of before asking him in the first place, was: “I... think... she might.. be urging... him.. to fuck... her.... fuck her... good.. and ha-hard...” The boy said nothing, just diligently kept the rhythm going where he fucked himself on my boner. Going for it, I said: “Try... saying.. fuck me... just say... fuck me...that’s... all.. fuck... me...” Slowly but surely, he started trying to say `fuck me´, but he delivered the words more in a sort of whine. That worked even better for me. Looking sideways at my smartphone sticking out of his father’s jeans, I knew that I, in the perfect angle, was capturing it when this 70-pound, fourteen-year-old boy stood on all fours and encouraged me to keep mounting him – which I definitely did. If it had been somewhat clear before - the words he was whimpering – it would not have been indistinguishable now (without having heard it before more distinctly) as he more or less shrieked them when, with a firm grip on those hard hips of his, I had started going faster and also a little harder as I could feel the end approaching for me. With a roar I began filling him with my seed in ejaculations that felt as if they could have been as strong as the jet of water coming through a fire hose. Adding to the afterglow was the vision of how my sperm was streaming out from the little butthole, while my shaft was still inside. Afterwards, I made sure Jonas showered once again while I waited outside with a clean towel. Following that, I settled him into our sofa bed naked, not so much with naughty thoughts for the moment but more or less thinking that the cool night air would be good for his violated ass. I joined him after speedily washing myself again as well. I didn’t want either of us having a strong smell of sex discernible to others but not to us. Supposed it might have been more normal had I taken the bed, where we had just fucked, in the other bedroom – alone – but that had not been the sleeping arrangement from before, and I wanted this last night together to merely relax in the company of the other. By now I had to have faith in that the boy would never utter any details whatsoever of the things we had done. From my understanding, Jonas slept as deeply and as comfortably as I did. Sunday morning was all about solidifying our special bond, and our special secrets. I never boned him, just talked to him and kept his spirits high through both sincere words and some intimate touching in places where he would probably not be stroked in a while. In the end though, before unlocking the bedroom door and getting breakfast, we devotedly blew each other off. Me and the kiddo had some calm hours together before my sister and his father got back an hour or so after noon. Eric was upset by the way in which Sweden had given away the game yesterday, and since I and Jonas had read up more thoroughly on it after breakfast, we could concur convincingly. I hoped they didn’t find him too happy, with too high a spirit, since that would be a bit uncharacteristic, but that was most certainly my mind tilting at windmills. A couple of hours later, I departed, as I felt it, on good terms with everyone. On my back up the coast to Gothenburg, to return my rented car and to thereafter take a taxi to the airport outside of the city, my mind was inevitably in risk assessment mode. However, I did feel highly confident, and I still do more than a week afterwards, that the effeminate and well behaved kid will not utter a word to anyone of what we have done. I think my calmness about it all prompted a response which made myself think and re-think it all, but the conclusion is still the same; I need not worry myself. What I am still thinking about though is how best to communicate with him. I have his phone number, and he has mine, but that hardly seems a safe and appropriate way of staying in contact – which I advised him of. Finishing this re-telling of recent extraordinary events, I have been back in states for a little more than a week now. I have yet to stop craving the girly boy’s petite ass however, if I will ever be able to stop coveting that like a maniac... Like an addict craves drugs. I have watched and re-watched the video countless times. It is now my most prized, and most dangerous, possession. Having copied it from my phone onto my computer, I have deleted it from the former. Without end, I am visualizing scenarios where I somehow, someway, get to spend more time with the submissive teacher’s pet Jonas. Maybe I get to see him in a few years, but by then he has certainly grown, and even if I’d definitely fuck him nevertheless if possible – I mean how much can an effeminate, petite boy change in a couple of years – I’d very much like to continue to be with him more as he is now; like a petite sexdoll. The best thing I have been able to think of so far, is to perhaps make a journey to comic con. Considering Jonas’ keen interest in comic book characters, it would make sense. It would be logical to suggest to his father and to my sister. I figure I perhaps ought to reach out to people with children, and set in motion some sort of trip where it would not be only me and the son of my sister’s partner. That way I could act as if I would be tagging along with some friends – and casually mention something along the lines of oh by the way, would Jonas like to come? – rather than it being my own initiative and suggestion. To actually have other kids reappearing in photos would be an advantage when trying to support such a story for the boy’s parents. As for now, I’m thinking about discretely asking around at work to see if any co-workers have been going to any such events, but I’ve rarely socialized with anyone from there, and I don’t want to be weird about it, so I’d best take my time. What’s perhaps strange is that on the flight home, and repeatedly the last few days, I’ve started imagining sharing the boy with other, likeminded men, if given the opportunity. Having him be the center of attention for me, and maybe two or three other desiring men, with at least one us of being proficient with a camera. I know I should be grateful for what I’ve already experienced, and I surely am, but I suppose it is only human nature to want more. To evolve personally, and to experience new things...

So it took me a long time to wright down my first set of experiences, and I started this set immediately after and then got distracted from it and I finally got back to it and fished. Like before this is the true story (or mostly true) of my early sex life. Now I say mostly true because it has been over 20 years since these events happened and some of the fine details I have had to fill in for the sake of the story but all the events are what actually happened. Anyway, I am writing this because I needed to get it out and share my experience, not because it was bad...I do not regret any of it. But I just am tired of keeping it in. PLEASE read the tags for this story, if that stuff bothers you then don't bother reading this. If you have issues with it fine but don't complain about incest or any other acts here when you knew that going into the story. Ok I am done with this intro on to the story. _________________ My face was pressed into my sisters's satin sheets as daddy's cock pounded in and out of my ass. His hands gripped my hips and his full weight pressed me deeper in to my sister's bed. My pink silk panties were still around my thighs keeping my legs from spreading far. I loved it when my mom and sister were away, it always meant daddy was free to use me as his fuck toy, and I especially loved being fucked in my sister's bed. It didn't take long for daddy to dump his load in me, and as soon as he pulled out I flipped around, pulled my panties up to catch his cum, and cleaned his cock off with my mouth the way he had trained me to. "Good job sport, I love the look of your pretty face cleaning my cock." daddy said as he stroked my long blond hair. He has had me growing it out for a while now to make me look prettier, it was now down just past my shoulders. I smiled up at him, always pleased to receive his praise. "Now go get dressed for your date, I am dropping you kids off at the theater in 30 min." "Yes daddy" I said as I ran off to my room to throw on some cloths. Now you might have thought by all the cock I was getting from my dad that I was gay, but that was far from the case. I was always horny and craved daddy's cock constantly, but I also loved girls. I have since learned that there are lots of guys like me out there, but I don't look at guys and think they are hot, an old fat guy, a muscle bound hunk, a skinny twink, or anything in between to me they are all just guys. I love cock, sucking it, being fucked by it, stroking it, etc. but the guy attached to it doesn't matter much, at least physically. A guy's personality make a much bigger difference. For me a guy that is dominant, aggressive and controlling turns me on (big surprise) Girls on the other hand I have loved for as long as I can remember knowing there was a difference between boys and girls. This of course caused me a lot of confusion as a kid loving being pounded by daddy while at the same time nearly creaming my panties when a cute girl would talk to me. I talked to daddy about it and he very much encouraged me to ask a girl out and explore how I felt. So that brings me back to throwing on a t-shirt and pair jeans over my cum soaked panties so that I could meet up with Alison. Daddy drove me to pick up Alison, when she answered the door I was taken back by how cute she looked in her jean shorts and tank top. Her small chest was nicely accented by the tight tank top. Her light brown hair was pulled back into her usual pony tail and and her glasses rested on her button nose. It had taken me several tries to build up the nerve to ask her out, we were both in the nerdier group of kids at school so we had hung out plenty at school. I reached for her hand as we walked to daddy's truck, we got in the back seat and endured the awkward drive to the theater. I found us some seats at the back of the theater, and started chatting about mundane things. As the movie started I felt daddy's cum slipping more out of my ass and soaking into my panties, this got me especially horny so I slipped my arm around her and leaned in for a kiss. Much to my relief she embarrassed the kiss and we spent the next two hours making out in the back of the theater. She loved playing with my long hair and told me that my hair is what she was most attracted to about me. Finally towards the end of the movie I finally built up the nerve to slip my hand under her tank top and enjoy her modest chest. She didn't resist and I found myself caressing my first breast for the last 10 minutes of our make out session. Finally though much to my disappointment the movie was over and as we walked out of the theater I had my hand around her waist. My daddy was smirking when he saw us walk up to his truck. After dropping her off I was staring at her cute ass walking off and I felt daddy's hand slip onto my thigh. "I bet you are all worked up after that date sport. Let's get home and see what we can do about that. I smiled at him and we wasted no time getting home, the instant we were in the house daddy had me stripping down and led me to his bedroom. He threw me on my back onto my mom's bed and pulled my panties off shoved the cum soaked panties in my mouth and rammed his hard cock into my ass. I was already lubed up from his previous fucking and was so horny my ass welcomed him in. After being daddy's fuck toy for a while now I found that anytime I get horny either for a girl of a cock my ass institutionally loosens up. Daddy had my legs resting on his shoulders as he rammed his cock in me over and over again. I sucked on my cum stained panties needing this so much after getting worked up from my date with Alison. As daddy was fucking me I was thinking about how good her little nipples felt in my hand and and wishing I could have her in this position. With that though and the sound of daddy's groan as he released his cum in me I felt myself cumming all over my chest. With out being touched my cock was spewing, it was the first time I had a pure anal orgasm. "Well fuck sport, looks like I hit your button just right that time." daddy said as he pulled my panties out of my mouth, scooped up my cum and fed it to me. I sucked my own cum off of daddies fingers loving it. After I had sucked it all down daddy slipped my panties back on me and I dropped to my knees to clean him off. "I don't think I have seen anything hotter than the sight of my little sport walking into the theater holding hands with that cute little piece of ass, knowing that under those jeans was a pair of pink silky panties and an ass full of my cum." I smiled up at him, heart racing from his words. "Thank you daddy." was all I could muster. "Now go get cleaned up, your mom and sis will be home soon." As the next weekend approached I asked daddy if he would drive Alison and me to the mall. "Not this weekend, maybe the next one." daddy said. I looked at him strangely, "why not?" "Your mom and sis are going out of town for the weekend, and we have plans." he smirked at me, "And I have a surprise for you." The rest of the week seemed to last for ever, I was bummed that I didn't get to go out with Alison again but my mind was racing at what daddies surprise could be. Friday evening, my mom and sister drove off, and as soon as their car was out of sight daddy was striping me out of my cloths, leaving me in just a lacy pair of red boyshort panties. "Now I have been planning this weekend for a while now sport. That is why I bought the girls a spa weekend. Things are going to be a little different this weekend, but I know you are the type to enjoy it." with that he led me to our living room, where he had me on on my knees as he sat on the couch. I immediately started sucking on his cock, after a few minutes he pulled me off. "Take out your contacts sport." daddy handed me a contact case. "Put these in." I didn't question at all, I pulled my contacts out and put the new ones in putting my old ones in the contact case. As I put the first one in I could tell something was off but I was not sure what. It was not until I had them both in that I realized they were black out contacts. I was completely blind when wearing them. "How do they feel?" daddy asked. "Weird, well they feel fine, but it is weird not being able to see." "Get use to it, that will be your life for this weekend, now get back to work" daddy guided my head back to his dick and I eagerly began sucking him again. My mind was racing, wondering what he could have in mind for the weekend. I didn't have to wait long though after about ten minutes blindly sucking on daddy's cock the door bell rang. "Wait here sport" daddy got up leaving me on my knees blind. He answered the door, and I heard several voices but couldn't make out any words. Finally I heard foot steps come back in the living room. "What was that daddy? Did you order pizza or something?" I said with a shaky voice. "Or something..." daddy said and was then immediately cut off. I heard the door open and close then "Damn, you weren't kidding, look at that faggot boy of yours." came a new voice, this voice had a deep resonating sound to it that sent chills down my spine. Daddy had invited someone over, I was shocked and scared. No one else had ever seen me like this. Someone started stroking my hair "Ohh yeah, this is a nice little princess you have here" this was another new voice, and one with a slight country accent. Two people, daddy had invited two people over...what are they planning. A hand then reached down and ran over my red lace panties caressing my ass. "Such a nice little fucktoy" came an older sounding voice. Before I could give that new voice any thought my daddy chimed in "I see you have meet our three guests. As I am sure you can understand they want their identity kept secret, which is why you will have those contacts in all weekend. You see I promised my three friends here some entertainment, and I realized I was being selfish keeping you all to myself. So for this weekend you are to obey our guests like they were me. Understand sport?" I just gave a shaky nod. "Good boy, your daddy speaks very highly of you, I hope your fagot ass doesn't disappoint." came the deep voice. "How about some introductions" daddy said "that one who was just talking we are going to call Mr. Long." The others all snickered at that. "Mr. Long, how about you go get us some beers from the frig" "Sure thing" said Mr. Long "Moving on, now open your moth sport" I did as I was told and a dick slid right in. The dick was shorter than daddies but still a nice size. "This here is Mr. Red" Two hands each took a hold of my hair, "That's a good little fucktoy came the older sounding voice." Then he slid out of my mouth and pulled on my hair a bit before letting go. "And last we have Mr. Ranch" Something pressed against my lips and I opened up as wide as possible for a cock a good bit thicker than daddies. "Really man, Mr. Ranch is the best you could do" came the voice with the country sound to it. Mr Ranch caressed my hair as he let me try to suck his thick cock. I realized he was thicker than daddy but not quite as long. "Here we go" came the voice of Mr. Long, "Long you need to properly introduce yourself." daddy said "Ahh yeah thanks Mike" Mr. Long said Mr. Ranch slowly pulled back and as he did he caressed and stroked my face "Such a pretty little princess." He moved away and then Mr. Long pressed his cock to my lips "Go on fagot" I opened up and began taking his cock in my mouth, it was about a thick as daddies but it just kept going, I don't know exactly how long it was but I was not able to take him all in my mouth, even with the deep throat training daddy had given me. "Good, now that you have meet everybody, lets have some fun." Daddy said. I felt many hands on me lifting me up I was positioned on all fours. "Red, why don't you do the honors tonight." "My pleasure" Red said, and I felt a pair of hands start pulling my red lace boyshorts down and off. Once they were off I felt hands gently caressing my ass, then I squeal out then red spanked my ass over and over. "Now you see why I called him Red." Daddy said Then as suddenly as he started spanking my bare ass I felt cold lube spread over my boy hole, and a pair of hands spread my cheeks. "Here we go fucktoy" and Red pushed into me, "ohh yes, I am a fuck toy..." I moaned out as Red began to build up his rhythm. He fucked me with more force and power in each thrust than I was use to with daddy, slamming in to me with each thrust. He gave several more slaps on my ass as he pillaged my rear. "Ohh yeah, that's a good hole for fucking." Red said as he released my hips and grabbed two fists full of my hair, pulling back my head with each thrust of his hips pushing his dick balls deep into me. All I could muster was a series of gasps and groans as he brutally fucked me. It was by far the most savage fucking I had received up to that point. "Well damn looks like your little princess likes it rough" I heard Mr. Ranch say as I felt a hand grab my rock hard little prick. "Though being your son Mike I thought he would be a bit bigger." Ranch continued with a giggle. "Yeah, well the sport here takes more after his mom than me. Not that I am disappointed about that." Daddy said. Red kept his pace up slamming into me as I felt a dick pressed into my mouth, "Here sport let's get you working both ends." I started sucking eagerly on daddy's cock and Mr. Red let go of my hair to spank my ass a few more times, then just as daddy was getting comfortable in my mouth I felt Red thrust forward hard in me. "Ohh yeah, that's good. Take my seed you pathetic fuck toy." Mr. Red came in my ass, he pulled out and I felt daddy pull out of my mouth too. I gave a soft moan of disappointment when daddy's cock left my mouth "Don't worry sport, there will be plenty more." With that I felt the greasy cum coated cock of Mr. Red slide between my lips. "Clean off my cock fuck toy, get all of my cum and your ass juices off of it." Mr. Red grabbed my hair and slid his cock in my mouth balls deep. His cock being a bit smaller than daddies I had no trouble taking it all but he was far more forceful than I had had before. As I was sucking on Mr. Red's dirty dick and slowly bringing it back to life, a pair of hands began to gently caress my now reddened (I assume) ass. They took their time rubbing and groping me, then I felt my cheeks pulled apart and a new dick gently pushed past my sloppy boy hole. "Ahh yes princess that feels good." Mr. Ranch said, he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me into him, I was being stretched open wider than I had ever been before. Mr. Ranch was thicker than daddy and I groaned in pain as he slowly pulled me deeper onto him. He slowly pumped in and out of me getting himself deeper and deeper into me. "Good job princess, take my fat cock in your little pussy. You are so damn tight, I won't last on in here." "Come on Mt. Ranch draw it out, make this fuck toy thick sausage of yours longer rip her open." Mr. Red said from feeding me his dick. "You know I like to take things slow, not race through it like you do." Mr. Ranch said finally bottoming out in me pulling me back onto him. He built up his rhythm and in no time he was indeed pouring his cum into my rear as well. He pulled out and Mr. Red slid out of my mouth to make room for him. Mr. Ranch stroked my hair as he led his sloppy softening dick into my waiting lips. Knowing who was probably next I began to tremble a bit. "Don't worry faggot, this won't hurt too much, especially after Mr. Ranch loosened you up for me." Dr. Long said. As I felt his large hands pull my ass cheeks apart and with no other preamble he pushed into my gaping hole. He wasn't as thick as Mr. Ranch but just barely, he was still stretching me wider than I was use to and he began thrusting in quick pushes, each one going a bit deeper. "Damn I am bottoming out and not close to balls deep yet." I could feel each thrust now pushing against my insides it hurt with each thrust jabbing my gut. I was whimpering as he brutalized my hole. "ssshh, just relax and let him in further, it's ok." I felt daddy say. "Yeah princess you can do it" Mr. Ranch said still stroking my hair as I sucked on his thick cock. That somehow put me at ease and no sooner than that I felt Mr. Long break through a barrier in me and push much deeper than I had ever known someone could go. "Fuck yeah, that's it faggot...balls deep" Now Mr' long really picked up his pace and fucked me with full force. He would pull out all the way then slam back into me, he lasted quite a while then with one last shove he held himself in. "Damn that's some nice faggot ass" he pulled out of me as did Mr. Ranch but before his dick entered my mouth I felt myself being picked up and placed sitting down on someones lap, a dick slipping easily into me. "Well done sport." I heard from behind me. I was sitting on daddy's lap his dick resting inside of me. "Just relax and clean off Mr. Long" My muscles gave out after that intense fucking I received and I opened my mouth for Mr. Long, he quickly slid in and I sucked clean his softening dick. The four of them chatted for a bit, and I lay back on my daddy's lap resting, I was just dozing off when I was lifted off of my daddies dick, "Damn she is still so sloppy aren't your princess?" Mr. Ranch wiped my ass with his hand catching a handful of mixed cum brought it to my mouth. When I felt his fingers at my lips I opened up and he fed me the globs of cum. "Now clean off your daddy's dick princess." My head was pressed down and I opened up taking the dick I knew so well in my mouth cleaning off all the mix of cum and ass juice that had leaked onto it. I sucked daddy off but just as he was about to cum he pulled me off and sprayed my face with his cum, it coated my nose cheeks and plenty went into my hair. "I think it's time for round two" Mr. Red said, and with that they each took turns mounting my ass again except this time as each one was about o cum they pulled out followed my daddy's example and coated my face and hair with cum, Mr. Ranch rather than spraying my face wrapped my hair in his dick and came all in my hair. By the end I was coated in cum and absolutely exhausted, barley able to hold myself up. One of the men rubbed as much of the cum from my face into my hair then I felt a plug shoved up my ass and a pillow placed under my head and I was fast asleep. The next morning I awoke with a panic when I couldn't see. But daddy was quickly there to reassure me and tell me things we all right. He led me to the bathroom to relieve my self and to remove the contacts wash them and then replace them. While I had the black out contacts in I saw how much of a mess I was, my hair was matted with cum and my face had dried cum all over it. "You look beautiful like this." My daddy said, and I blushed at his word, the truth was that I did love the look of myself all coated with man goo. Properly blinded again daddy led me back out of the bathroom and I could smell bacon and eggs being cooked and heard the chatter of the others talking. I was told to kneel and I felt the tile on my knees of the kitchen. "Here you go faggot" Mr. Long told me "lean down and eat your breakfast" I felt his hand on the back of my head guide me to a plate on the floor, I tasted and it was eggs and bacon. After a few bits though I noticed something off. "Like that fuck toy?" Mr. Red said, "I added a little extra cream to your breakfast." I did now recognize the taste of cum mixed in with the eggs, but at this point I didn't care, I was so hungry and had eaten so much cum already the night before, so I dove it. After breakfast they set up a game of poker and I was placed under the table sucking them off as they played and talked. I don't recall much of what was discussed every so often I was guided to the next player to suck for a while. I took at least one load from each of them though I don't remember if it was more. Finally as things were wrapping up they bet the final hand and I heard Mr. Red jump for joy "Fuck yeah, I win...and that mean's I get him first." I was pulled out from under the table and dragged to the couch where I was thrown over one of the arms of the couch roughly. My but plug was pulled out and I felt the lube applied to my ass hole and with no other warning Mr. Red shoved his dick in me. I grunted out in surprise at the swiftness of his assault but quickly got into it. He didn't bother slapping my ass this time but just focused on fucking me hard and fast, finally as he came he slapped me hard on the ass pulled out and left. "You doing alright sport?" I heard my daddy ask. Still panting and out of breath from the fucking I just received "yes daddy, just a bit sore" That was a huge understatement, my ass and jaw were extremely sore and i didn't know how I could take any more. "Good, because we have a lot more fun to go still. Are you enjoying yourself?" This time I didn't have to say anything but the full truth "Yes daddy, very much." "Good boy, then let me have a turn" and daddy slid into me like a glove, he gently but forcefully fuck me there on the couch, filling me up even more with cum. Next Long came in, "Alright Faggot lets do this again." He slowly pushed himself into me and stroke by stroke pushed till he was balls deep again and fucked steadily till he added to the pool of spunk in me. Finally Mr. Ranch stretched out my hole, again he was gentle and sweet, fucking me and caressing my ass. Once his load was in me he replace my butt plug and left. I just lay there draped over the edge of the couch for a while, ass sore and muscles aching. I think that I drifted off for a while and when I came to I was being laid in a warm bath. "Now lets get you clean", daddy said as he scrubbed me down getting all the cum off of my face and hair. After he dried me off I was led back to the others where I was plopped on the lap of one of the men. I felt lips on mine and a hand caressing my face then a tongue piercing my mouth. In no time I was rock hard again. "You're getting him nice and hard Mr. Ranch" Daddy said. I made out with Mr. Ranch for a long time and he caressed, groped, and stroked me as we kissed. His hands were in my hair, on my face, rubbing along my chest, stroking my cock and balls, and often fingering me. It was wonderful and I felt his hard on under me the whole time. Finlay he lifted me up and slid me down on his dick. He had fingered my hole loose and lubed me up just before. It still hurt for him to enter me, but it went in easier than before. I was also very sore still so the pain was intense when I gasped as his head entered me he pressed his lips to mine and shoved his tongue in my mouth. He fucked me like that for a while, bouncing me up and down on his thick dick. He came in me and held me down on his cock burying balls deep as every last drop entered me. With one last kiss he pulled me off of him. "Damn that was great Princess, but I have to get going. Thanks for a great time." Mr. Ranch said. I managed to squeak out a hesitant "Thank you" "Bye bye Princess" and then he left. "Alright I get a go now" Mr. Red said. He pushed me onto the floor face pressed into the carpet ass in the air and then proceeded to spank my ass over and over again. I was balling by the end of it, tears pouring down my face, "had enough yet fuck toy?" "Yes, please stop" I uttered. "Then I need you to beg me to fuck you, I need you to tell me how much of a worthless whore you are, how much you need to be used, degraded and used. And make it convincing, or your ass will get some more." I gasped for air, "Please Sir, I need to be fucked. I am just a worthless fuck toy and have no purpose in life but to be fucked and used for your pleasure, use and degrade me. I need to have your dick in me fill my hole with your cum please Sir I am begging you make me your whore and use this fuck toy." "That's more like it, glad to see you know your place". Mr. Red then ran his hand over my ass and swatted it one more time then sunk his cock in me. He fucked me fast and furiously, holding my head down to the ground as he buried his cock in me filling me with his seed. "Alright Mike thanks for the use of your fuck toy there, I owe you." and Mr. Red then left. I was then helped up "The others had to go, but your daddy said I can have you all night long." Mr. Long said as he helped me to my feet. "So we are going to your room where I am going to enjoy you deep into the night." He carried me to my room and laid me in my bed, I was bent over the foot of my bed with my belly on the bed and my ass hanging off the edge. "Don't worry sport we are tying you down but it'll be alright. Make me proud of you" Daddy said in my ear as I felt ropes tied around my wrists and stretched out towards the head of the bed towards each corner, I realized they must be tied off to the bed posts of my bed. Then I felt my legs being tied to the bed posts at the foot of the bed so I was spreed eagle but bent over the end of the bed. "There we are, nice and tight." Mr. Long said. "Good night Sport, enjoy your sleep, if you get any" Daddy said as I heard the door to my room shut. "Now lets start with something familiar." Mr. Long got behind me and I felt the head of his cock pushing into my well used hole. "Yeah faggot, take my cock." He pushed in and fucked me slow but hard each thrust pushing me deep into my bed. I felt him pounding me over and over again till he finally came. He pulled out and imminently slid a huge plug into my ass, even with all the fucking I had had this one felt big. He then moved in front of me sliding each leg over my shoulders and his dick at my face. Not needing to be told what to do I took him in my mouth and began to clean off his dick. It tasted amazing, my ass an his cum were a wonderful mix. "Now, you are going to keep my dick in your mouth. You understand faggot?" "I nodded my head yes." "Good, your faggot mouth is going to get a good workout tonight." I sucked on him a while as he grew soft, then kept sucking till he got hard again, and he grew in my mouth, as he did he held my head down to his pubes. It quickly grew to the point of gagging me, but he kept holding down. Finally he let go and proceeded to fuck my face. I was gagging and crying from the intruder in my mouth but I also felt myself cum into my bed sheets as he fucked my mouth. When he finally came I swallowed him down and we both drifted off to sleep his dick still in my mouth, the last thing I remember was him whispering "Such a faggot". I woke quickly to my plug being ripped out of my ass and Mr. Long fucking my ass. No idea what time it was or how much time had passed. He fucked me longer than before and when he finally came he again shoved the huge plug back in my butt then repositioning himself so his dick was forced in my mouth. We both drifted off again. The next time I woke up was to Mr. Long fucking my face again, I was gagging but he didn't cum this time just got himself hard then fell back asleep. I had to wait for him to get soft again before I could sleep. The last time was again him pulling the plug out of my ass and fucking me when he finished he replaced the plug. "Later faggot" And he left closing my door behind me. I don't know how long I was there after he left I drifted off again but when i woke daddy had untied me and I was laying in his arms. "Great job this weekend Sport, take those contacts out now" I reached up and pulled out my contacts. Daddy was smiling down at me. "I am really proud of you, my friends had a great time and were all very impressed with you. They couldn't speak highly enough about how good you were." I blushed and was on cloud nine from his praise. "Thank you daddy" "Did you enjoy yourself?" "I did daddy, some of it hurt and was not great, but I loved the way I even the bad parts made me feel." Daddy smiled down at me "I knew you would Sport, you are a natural at this. It is good for you to know your place." With that he pushed my head down to his dick and I sucked my daddy off. I reveled in the taste of his cum as he spewed in my mouth. I got cleaned up and then went back to bed, daddy cleaned the house to get it ready for my mom and sister to get home. My ass was sore for a whole week afterwards, it was a bit awkward in class on Monday as my ass was aching, and I was sitting next to Alison trying not to let on that anything was wrong. Daddy didn't fuck me that week, letting my ass recover. Friday I had a date with Alison and as I was getting ready daddy slipped into my room pushed me up against the wall and filled my ass with cum. "Hurry up and get ready, you wanted to leave in 3 minutes" Daddy said as he left my room. Out of breath I quickly got dressed and we were on our way to pick her up. When we got to the mall daddy let us there and we had a nice day handing out there, we found a secluded spot and spent a few hours making out, this time I managed to get my hand on her ass as we kissed in addition to playing with her chest. Things were moving along well. As I we were driving her home I kissed her in the back of my daddy's truck, she pulled back making a motion at him, but I whispered in her ear that he didn't care. She relented and we made out in the back seat, my hand caressing her ass the whole time. I walked her to her front door my arm around her waist and then said good by. I climbed back into the front seat of daddy's truck. "Fuck sport you got me so hot and worked up, watching you making out with that cutie back there. Ohh to be young." His hand was already inside my pants stroking my rock hard cock as we drove off. Two weeks later I got an assignment back in school it had half answers marked wrong on it, some of which I knew I had right. When I flipped it over it said, see me after school is out Princess. I never found out who the other two men were, but at that moment I knew that my teacher (Who's name I will not mention) was Mr. Ranch. He didn't look at me or make eye contact the rest of the class, but after the last bell for the day rang I slipped into his classroom. He called me over to his desk, "You did poorly on that assignment" If that keeps up you will fail my class. "But I got most of those questions right, and is that what this is really about?" I responded. "Yes your grades are very important" The country tone was coming out more in his voice now. I looked at him confused. And if you want to do well you will need some extra tutoring. With that he walked over to the door to his classroom and locked it. There was no window in the door or the rest of the classroom. "Now princess, strip down for me." His tone shifted to be more firm and demanding. I was immediately hard and with out really thinking I did so. He came up to me and began to stroke my body playing with every inch of me. Then he kissed me, we kissed and he fondled me for a while the he lifted me onto his desk laid me on my back pulled out his huge dick and opened a drawer where he pulled out some lube, he lubed me up and shoved his thick cock into me. I held back my help of pain as his thick cock entered me again but just barley. I did quickly get use to it again and he began fucking me. As he came he leaned down and kissed me, whispering in my ear, "every Tuesday, I expect you here for tutoring." He pulled out of me and I sucked his dick clean. "Yes Sir" I responded. and he kissed me then I got dressed. He grabbed my ass through my jeans then unlocked the door for me to leave. For the rest of the school year Mr. Ranch tutored me on Tuesdays, it was great and I loved the way he treated me. Alison and I kept dating the rest of the year but I couldn't ever move past groping her butt. We broke up at the end of the school year. The next year Mr. Ranch again managed to arrange tutoring sessions with me, but they only lasted half the year. He broke them off and I never knew why. My Sessions with daddy of course continued...I will try to outline more of my fun with daddy in another story...hopefully not as much time between the stories.

Chapter 1 There I was, as always, trying to make my way through the crowded halls of Crawford College, eventually bumping into somebody from time to time. You’d think that a prestigious college such as Crawford, which has one of the largest incomes in the US would at least have large hallways, and spacious areas for students to sit and talk, but it didn’t. Finally, after what almost seemed like forever, I was able to escape the swarm of students as I stumbled into the library. Damn, I truly hated the transition between classes, it was almost like trying to survive a stampede, and even though I’m a tall guy, standing at 6 ft., I was still somewhat slim since I had the physique of a swimmer, so pretty much I was always easily man handled. As I regained my posture, I passed my hand quickly through my short caramel colored hair. Thankfully, it didn’t get tousled along the way. “Eric!” I quickly turned toward the voice and noticed it was Brent Morris, my best friend since kindergarten. As he walked towards me with that cocky smile of his, I couldn’t help but actually analyze him for the first time. He was about 5’10”, with a thin but toned body due to long hours of soccer practice. His medium sized jet black hair was tousled around the edges, giving him a somewhat laid back expression. His large green eyes were centered on me as he extended his fist out to me, I bumped it with my one fist and gave him a friendly smile. “You damned prick, I thought you weren’t going to come” he said as he slapped by back. I arched my back in pain, even though he hadn’t hit him hard, he had a heavy hand. “Well I’m here now” I said as I gently rubbed my back with my hand. “Now tell me, what was so important that I had to cancel my date with Celine” “Fuck Celine, this is a lot better” he said as he reached into his pockets and took out a photograph. “Here, take a look” Holy fuck, I thought as I looked at the photo. I had never seen such large breasts on a girl of my age, neither had I seen such a perfect body. “Damn, who is this?” I asked without taking my eyes off the photo. “It’s Cheryl Mason, the new girl” “She’s hot as hell, but what does she have to do with me?” “Well, if you want she can blow you” I looked at him surprised. “Blow me?” “Yeah, she already did me, and it was fucking amazing, the best I’ve ever had” “How’d you get her to do that?” “Easy, I went to the glory hole in the west side bathroom” “There’s a glory hole in the bathroom?” “Yeah, Tyler told me about last week, I’ve gone at least three times now” “Tyler Cymbal?” “Yeah, who else” “Isn’t he missing since last week?” “Supposedly, he probably just ran away, and I wouldn’t judge him, his mother’s a bitch” “Guess your right” “So, want to get blown?” he asked with a cocky smile as he wrapped his arm around my neck. “Obviously, she’s hot as fuck” “Atta boy” he said with a smile. “She’s rarely there at this time, but I asked her to be there for you today. Just go to the third stall in the west side boy’s bathroom and take off the toilet paper holder, and then, just stick your cock in there” he said as he pat my back and gently shoved me towards the door. I opened the door and stepped out in to the hallway, it was surprisingly empty, but I guess it was always like that, people stampeding through the halls in order to get to their classes, and eventually the halls would become an empty and lonely place. As I walked through the halls, I couldn’t help but wonder if what Brent had said was real, but I guess my libido was at its peak, since I really couldn’t think straight about the consequences, all I thought about was getting my cock sucked by that fucking hot girl. I stood before the bathroom, with the cold metallic handle in my hand. My breath was heavy, and my heart was beating fast, I couldn’t really understand why I was so nervous, it wouldn’t be my first time getting a blowjob, but for some reason I was uneasy. I took a deep breath and pushed the door, the bathroom was brightly illuminated and empty. I slowly walked over to the third still and walked in, making sure to lock the stall door behind me. I looked down at the floor and noticed there were white cum stains covering it. Guess many people come here to relieve themselves. I nervously placed my hands around the black plastic toilet paper holder and took it off, leaving a large hole in its place. I undid the button and zipper of my pants, and just barely took down my jeans and boxers, leaving only enough room for my 4in. flaccid cock and balls to be free. I took my cock in my hand and placed it in the hole, a few seconds passed before a soft warm hand grabbed my cock gently and began to stroke it. At first it felt strange, not knowing who was stroking my cock, but eventually, I found myself breathing heavily in pleasure. My cock was rock hard, and her hand felt perfect on my cock, but I wanted to get blown. “Suck me” I said between breaths. Instantly, I felt her soft humid lips kiss the tip of my cock, and by jolted as a wave of pleasure ran through my body. I kind of felt unprepared when she wrapped her lips around my cock, because I bucked my hips forward, sending my 7in. hard cock into the back of her throat, activating her gag reflex as I heard her grunt a bit, I was about to apologize when I felt her lips wrap around my cock again, but this time, she was sucking my cock even faster, and not only that, but she was fondling my cock with her tongue. My breath got heavier by the second, and my heart almost seemed to burst out my chest. I had never been given such an amazing blowjob in my life. I was enjoying it so much, that I didn’t even notice I had begun to thrust my hips. With every thrust, I could feel a wave of ecstasy run through my body, and soon enough, I felt my abdomen get tight as my cock began to throb, I was going to cum soon. “I’m about to cum” I moaned. As soon as those words came out of my mouth, she began to suck me even faster. I moaned in pleasure as my balls stiffened, and string after string of cum squirted into her mouth. To my surprise, she swallowed it all as I heard her gulp it down. I gave a step back and pulled up by boxers and my jeans. I lowered myself a bit, hoping to get a peek at her, but she had covered the hole with her hands. “Thanks, that was great” I said. There was no response, instead, a small white card slipped into the stall. I reached down and grabbed it. It read: -At 7pm go to the picnic area in Nero Woods with Brent. We’ll have a blast xoxo- “I’ll be there” I said excited as I unlocked the stall and walked out of the bathroom. As I left the bathroom, I noticed the school was surprisingly quiet. I looked down at my silver colored watch, it was 2:50 pm. I had been in that bathroom for 40 minutes, and to make matters worse, school was going to be closed at 3:00pm. I ran as fast as I could towards the exit and ended up crashing into Brent on the way out. Both of us fell to the ground, unfortunately for him, I fell on top of him. “Get off of me!” screamed Brent as I tried to get up. “Sorry dude, didn’t see you there” I said as I helped him up. “Sure dude. Now tell me, how was it?” he asked as he wrapped his arm around my neck. “It was fucking amazing, and I have great news dude” I said excited. “What news?” he asked curiously as he took his arm off me. “She wants us to see her at the picnic area in Nero Woods at 7, I think she’s going to let us fuck her” I said with a cocky smile. “Cool, well I guess I’ll see you then, need to get ready for it” he said as he ran off. Nero Woods Brent and I walked towards the picnic area. Everything was poorly illuminated since the sun was setting, but we were still able to see someone sitting at one of the tables. As we approached the table, we noticed something strange, the person sitting there wasn’t a woman, but a man, more specifically, a guy our age, probably a bit older. “Hi there, I’ve been waiting for you” said the guy as he stood up. Now that we were only a couple feet away from him, I could see he was about 21 years old. He had a strong muscular build, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. “Who the hell are you?” asked Brent angrily. “You really don’t remember?” asked the guy in a sarcastic tone. “But I guess your cock does remember my mouth” “What are you talking about?” I asked confused. “I’m the one who sucked both of you, and might I say, you’re both some fine ass young men” he said with a smile. Before we could say or do anything, our arms were grasped from behind while 2 other men covered our mouths and nose with a white cloth drenched in chloroform. In a matter of second my vision began to get blurry, and no matter how much I struggled, they wouldn’t let go of me. I took one last glance at Brent, he was no longer moving, and soon enough, it all went dark. Auction As I woke up, chills ran down my spine, it was fucking cold. I looked down at my body, I was completely naked on a white tile floor. “You finally woke up” said Brent from behind me. I turned around, he was also naked, but he didn’t seem to be cold since he was sprawled on the floor. Even though I had showered with him many times, I hadn’t really noticed how chiseled his body was. He had a well-made six pack, bulging pectorals, firm arms and legs, and a surprisingly round bubble butt since his back and legs arched around it. Before I could say anything, the sound of a loudspeaker turning on echoed through the mostly dark room. “Hello there boys, I’ll be brief, if you want to live, you need to fuck each other like there’s no tomorrow, because if you don’t give us a great performance, you won’t have a tomorrow” Brent and I looked at each other in disbelief, how where we supposed to fuck each other, we aren’t even gay. “You must be pretty messed up if you think will be listening to you” screamed Brent angrily. “If you don’t do as I just ordered, you will die, just like your friend Tyler” Instantly, Brent’s eyes were filled with fear, and I didn’t blame him, I was scared too, I still couldn’t comprehend how we ended up here. “It’s truly simple boys, one of you spread your legs, while the other fucks him” What the hell were we supposed to do, neither of us wanted to die, but we also didn’t want to have to fuck each other. Before I could even finish thinking, I felt a warm hand begin to stroke my cock. I looked down at Brent, his eyes seemed empty, lifeless even because of the fear that had now consumed him. “Don’t stop me, let’s just do as they say, I don’t want to die” said Brent as leaned towards my cock and wrapped his mouth around my cock. I looked at him, I was truly surprised of how scared he was, because in no other situation would he have ever done something like this, but I guess what mostly surprised me, was that I actually liking it. My cock got harder every time he bobbed up and down my shaft, just as in the bathroom, I began to breath heavily, I couldn’t believe I was actually enjoying my friend sucking my cock. His warm tongue swirled around my cock, sending a tingling sensation of pleasure up my spine, causing my back to arch. I placed my hand on his head, and ran my fingers through his soft hair, I grasped his hair gently as I guided him onto my cock. There was something about this situation this that truly excited me, and I couldn’t really understand why, but I only knew I wanted more of that pleasurable sensation, it felt intoxicating. Soon enough, without even realizing it, I was almost pushing Brent all the way onto my cock, activating his gag reflex a couple times. Once again, the sound of the speaker turning on echoed through the room. “Good job boy, but you’re getting carried away, we need you to fuck now” As soon as the speaker went silent, Brent backed away from my back and laid on his back, lifting his legs and spreading them out, leaving his smooth round ass and pink hole exposed. “Go ahead, let’s get this over with” said Brent in a serious tone. Even though this was all strange to me, I could feel a sexual urge bursting from deep within me. My heart was racing at the thought of just doing it, but I also felt horrible for wanting to fuck my best friend. I crawled over to him, and got on my knees before him. I lined by cock towards his hole and pressed the tip of my cock against it. I looked into Brent’s eyes, and could see fear in them. “Sorry” I said as I slowly pushed my cock into his tight ass. Brent grit his teeth in pain as I made my way into his ass. I slowly began to pump my cock, trying my best not to hurt him. Once I felt that his ass had adjusted to my cock, I began to thrust faster. Brent grunted in pain, and yet, I couldn’t help but thrust even faster, his hot, tight ass was driving me crazy, I just wanted more of him. “Eric, please slow down” moaned Brent in pain as he dug his nails into to the floor. I ignored him completely, my mind had gone blank, leaving behind my sense of reason. Instead, libido had begun to override my body and mind, causing me to leave behind our friendship in order to give into the pleasure I was feeling. Thrust after thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, the feeling was almost divine, I had never felt anything like it before, his tight ass was almost like heaven to me. As I felt my abdomen tighten, and my balls stiffen, I began to pound into him like if there were no tomorrow, I no longer cared about Brent’s desperate screams of pain, all I wanted to do, was satisfy myself. I moaned in pleasure as string after string of my hot cum filled Brent’s ass. I backed away from him and fell on my back, my breath was heavier than ever, my heart was racing, and my body was hot. I looked over at Brent, he was still sprawled on the floor as cum ran down his ass, and tears flowed out of his eyes slowly. Once again, the sound of the speaker turning on echoed through the room. “Very well done, you truly surprised me Eric, thanks to you, I’m sure both of you will live” As soon as the speaker went off, dozens of lights began to turn on around us. Because of it, I noticed we were inside a glass room, and around us, were many people seated, all of them wearing fancy suits or dresses. From the corner of my eye I saw the guy from the park standing at a podium. “Ladies, and gentlemen. My name is Thomas Firer, and I will be the host of this auction tonight. As you could have seen, we have two very fine boys. The active one, Eric, will start at $5000 dollars, and the passive one, Brent, will start at $1000. Do we have any bidders?” asked Thomas will a large smile. One after another they placed their bids on us, I felt like an object. I was scared, I didn’t know where I would go, but I knew I didn’t want to go alone. Horribly, no one was willing to take both of them. “I’ll take both of them for $30000 dollars” said a man dressed in a fancy royal blue suit in one of the back seats. “What a generous offer, does anybody want to bid higher?” asked Thomas with a smile. There was complete silence coming from the audience. “Well then, sold to Mr. Beckett. Congratulations” said Thomas as he signaled a group of muscular men to take us away. As they carried us away, I looked over at Mr. Beckett, he looked very serious as he watched them leave. Somehow, I didn’t know how to feel about him, I felt uneasy but hopeful, but I guess, only time will decide what would happen to me.

I was a pale, little geek. Not short but nor was I tall for my age. Although, I suppose my thin frame made me look comparatively tall, even though I wasn’t. I certainly wasn’t taller than most of my peers. For as long as I could remember, me and Mom had been living with my grandmother. Grandpa had passed away, and my dad might as well have been deceased for all I ever saw of him. He had done a few trips to jail (related to drugs and robbery) and had abandoned me and Mom when he got out the last time. Mom called him a useless deadbeat, among other things, and that was that. My mother, a slender blonde who was about to turn thirty-three, was working the front desk of a hotel. She was narrow across both hips and chest, and I guess it’s fair to say that I got my own unimpressive physique for a boy more from her genetics than from my father. We had never had a lot of money, and truth be told it didn’t help that my thieving father had leeched money from my gullible mother and left her in debt. Anyways, with him out of our lives, we were to get our own place once Mom had saved up a little bit of capital, but up until that time we would continue staying with Grandma. It wasn’t too bad there, but neither was it great. My room was small, and the furniture was old. Even worse, my computer was ancient. I had coerced Mom into paying for broadband, so I could game with the few friends I had, but I could only play the simplest of games without lag. Mostly, I stuck to Minecraft unless I wanted to have a mental breakdown. I rarely complained to Mom though, she truly did her best and I knew that. She didn’t even have a room of her own, and instead slept on the living room sofa – which made it awkward the weeks she worked the night shift at the hotel reception. At those times, she slept on my bed when me and Grandma got up and I was getting ready for school. Things changed later on though. Mom met a new boyfriend – an older man. A real gentleman, she called him. After they had been dating for some time, we moved in with him. Our standards of living went up what seemed like tenfold. Richard’s – that was his name by the way, and he was 58 years of age – house was both big and luxurious. It had marble counters in the kitchen and the bathrooms – of which there were several – and it had a steam shower. Out back, there was an outdoor pool and a jacuzzi. The fairly large garden was surrounded by high hedges, and the front lawn and driveway was protected, so to speak, by a wall (taller than me) which had a sturdy-looking gate in the center. What really impressed me though, was how I got not only my own bedroom with nice, new furniture and a big, comfortable bed but also a whole separate game room for my toys and gaming computer. The computer, which Richard bought for me, was a brand new one with which I could easily play any game I wanted on the highest settings. Also, I had gotten a couple of high-end monitors hooked up to the computer. Furthermore, as if that wasn’t enough already (!), he soon after gave me both the newly released Xbox One AND the PS4, as an early birthday present - my birthday being in the second week of December. While other kids at school had the debate about which of them to wish for at Christmas, I suddenly had ‘em both! I could have connected the video game consoles to the PC monitors, but instead I got a big LED TV mounted on the wall – as a Christmas present. I could have happily spent that rest of my life in that room! Evidently there had been a lot of money to be made from fixing peoples’ teeth. That’s what he had been doing before he retired a few years back; being a dentist. When I asked him about it one time, with incredulity, he laughed and confirmed that it was indeed so – he had been running his own father’s old clinic, which he had now sold upon retiring. Richard used to get up in the mornings to drive me to school, and pick me up after it. With the move to his house, we lived further away from my old school. There had been some talk about changing schools, but I had pleaded for that not to happen and had thankfully been listened to. You see, I did not have an easy time making new friends – other boys were just as, or even more so, prone to picking on me as being friends with me. I did not want to be the skinny newcomer who also happened to be a quiet and introverted nerd, sucked at sports, and probably would be considered a teacher’s pet because I sat calmly in class, didn’t make a ruckus and did my homework when I got home – before I could play video games, as Grandma always insisted. As it were, I at least had a couple of reasonably close companions with which I could hang out with at school. I suppose the harsh truth was that we were more or less equally unpopular kids who found solace in banding together. It always struck me as unfair that when the more popular crowd talked about games, then it was normal, but when we did it, we were such losers. After my new stepdad had picked me up from school, I usually spent most of my time playing video games, while he would spend his days reading books, gardening and working out in his home gym in the garage. He had suggested that he had enough money for Mom to quit work, and possibly go to a community college and study something she liked – if she wanted to. He would also suggest, while getting a little frisky, that she could simply stay at home with him as his “gorgeous gold digger”. Even though Mom used to tell him to stop it, reiterating it several times in fact, when he did stuff like that, she seemed to like it nonetheless because she almost always laughed and smiled meanwhile. However, in the end Mom insisted that she’d do her bid to contribute to the household’s income and not rely entirely on him. Richard said that he liked that about her; that she wasn’t lazy. One Friday evening in the beginning of 2014, me and Richard were watching a movie in the living room - Mom having gone to work the night shift at the hotel. In the middle of the film, he said “Hey sport, now that you’ve been living here for a while, I trust that you’ve settled in nicely?”. Truth be told, I loved living at his place, and said as much. He laughed. “That’s good to hear! However, it’s kind of something along those lines I need to talk to you about...”. As he was talking, his mirth had diminished, and he seemed more thoughtful. I did not like where this was going. Richard continued by saying that he loved my mom, and that they got along great – and also that I was great kid to have around in the house. However, he didn’t know whether my mom was enough for him, no matter how strong his feelings were for her. I immediately pictured them breaking up, and myself ending up back at Grandma’s, losing my two awesome bedrooms and all my stuff in them. No, no, no (!) - I thought. This couldn’t be happening! He had said something more, but I hadn’t been listening, instead panicking about the possible reversal of fortune for myself. However, now I got to promise to keep listening – since we were friends – and that I couldn’t tell Mommy what he was about to tell me. I did so, and nodded to convey the earnestness of my reply. Richard, now with a strong arm around me where we sat on the sofa, went on to explain how every man has this “pressure” inside of him that he needs to release. It just so happened that he was a man with an exceptional amount of pressure that needed to find an outlet – and that outlet was the sex. Now, he loved Mommy and they apparently had absolutely fine sex – but he was worried that she couldn’t keep up with his needs for release. Ultimately, if nothing changed, he feared that their relationship would have to come to an early end, and by extension that we would have to move out of his house. However, he hoped that that wouldn’t be the case. I nodded emphatically as if willing it so would make everything good and alright. That’s where I came into the picture, he said. He explained that if I were able to help him relieve his stress, that had been built up from many years of working long hours, and thereby take some of the responsibility away from Mommy, we could all still be a family and live happily together. That last bit resonated greatly with me; we would get to keep living in his big house, and I would get to keep all my new, nice things. It would be our secret then, he said. The biggest of secrets, and if I were ever to say anything about what we had talked about right then and there or anything of the secret stuff that we might do, he’d feel very betrayed and would deny it. Also, since I (in that case) would have betrayed his trust in the most egregious way, we couldn’t be a family any more… He asked if we should give it a whirl, if I was game to try some of the Mommy-Daddy stuff that could make him feel good? I wasn’t quite certain what it was that he expected of me. I knew what the sex was – I had watched a few pornos online, and touched my hard, little prick meanwhile. But, for example, I had no boobs like Mom. I guess her tits wasn’t all that big, but at least she had a pair. My chest was completely flat. As if understanding my confusion, he asked “You know what, erm, adults do when they get naked together, right?”. “Mmh,” I said. I wasn’t an idiot. “It’s when... when people do IT. A guy puts… his thing inside a girl, and she gets pregnant”. “That’s the gist of it, yeah,” he replied while nodding. “Hey, if I go ahead and show you something right now, something reeeally secret, you’re not gonna tell Mommy, right?” he asked. “No,” I promised and shook my head. At that point, he undid his pants, scooched down his underwear and pulled out his thing. It was large, and it was expanding in size right before my eyes. It looked almost angry, which conflicted with how pleased he seemed when he looked at me and saw how my gaze ping-ponged from his smiling face to his hard manhood. “Well, here’s mah thang – with which I sex up your mommy whenever she’s up for it”, he explained while grabbing around the shaft of it with one hand and moving it around. “The lovemaking is.. nice. Aaand after a while, all the pent-up pressure in me is released – which feels super awesome and relaxing”. I said nothing. I didn’t know what to say, or if I needed to say anything. I was scared and mesmerized at the same time. Nervous, yet excited. “When you’re younger, you can more easily relieve the pressure yourself,” he continued, and started to jack himself off – I knew that’s what he was doing when he moved his hand up and down on it. “However, as you get older, that becomes less effective and you need a wife, girlfriend or simply a good friend to help you out. You see, your mom is good at helping me out, but I need more help than she realizes, and that’s where I thought you might pitch in. By taking some of the workload away from your mommy, not that she can really keep up with my needs as it is – which is why we’re having this conversation in the first place - I’m sure we’ll all manage to stay happy together”. I nodded. As he had laid it out and explained it, it seemed sort of sensical to me. “Go ahead, touch it,” he said. I had never really stopped looking at it. Now I did as I had been invited to do; I touched it with my small fingers, tentatively. Although I was a little scared of how enraged it looked, and of the sheer size, which dwarfed my own (that was safely hidden away inside my pants), I was still inexplicably drawn to it – like it had a gravity that was pulling my little hand towards it. “That’s it, go on. Grab onto it,” he urged. Again, I did as suggested. I placed my hand on the middle of his shaft. About an equal distance from the pink, shiny tip and the base at which he had what looked like a short-trimmed beard around the penis. It was smooth and warm in my hand, which couldn’t reach entirely around it. It seemed to pulse, as if it had a life of its own. “Aw yeah, that’s the stuff”, he said while leaning his head back and exhaling loudly. “I think.. I can feel the pressure,” I said. “Bet you can! You’re a natural. Yeah, you’re your mother’s son alright, just the right touch”. Leaned back and breathing deeply, he added in a slowly spoken sentence “Are you sure you haven’t done this before - helped some older geezer with his pressure, I mean? It’s OK, you can tell me”. I hadn’t, of course, and said as much – though I had to admit that so much praise for doing something so easy felt nice. “Well, you’re.. R-E-A-L-L-Y talented. That’s it, just like that!” he uttered, groaning as if he was in pain. Listening more to the way he said it than the words he spoke, I stopped clasping onto his upwards-pointing throbbing dick. “Did I do it wrong?”, I asked at the same time. “No, no.. It’s... it can feel so good when a man gets help with his thing, that.. urm, he cannot help but moan out his abundance of good spirits. You understand?”. “Ok,” I replied - a little confused about how something that was supposed to feel good could make someone sound as if they were hurting. Richard was looking around, behind the sofa, at the windows and into the darkness of his garden out back, as if he had seen something. “I think this a good time to emphasize how BIG of a secret this is – what I’ve told you and what we just did. It is highly forbidden for me to show you mah thang and, you know, to allow you to help me and try to release the pressure inside of it,” he explained. “It’s because you’re considered too young to help your mommy with her duties, with such adult relationship-stuff. If she finds out, she would be very upset that you and I did these things. She thinks she can handle it alone, you know, but she just can’t, truth be told, and that’s not because of her, it’s simply because I have so much... stored pressure in me”. While saying all of that, Richard had put his penis back inside his underwear again, and with his trousers pulled up - though they remained unbuttoned – he had left the couch and was closing the shades on the windows of the living room. Then, he leaned on the back of the sofa, in which I still sat - now turned around and looking back and up at him. “You’re ready to help me out for real, aren’t you?” he wondered. “Sure,” I answered. After all he had given to me and mom, it seemed no more than right that I tried to make some of it up to him, the best I could anyways. I didn’t want him to have to look for another woman, who would better manage to help him with his inside pressure. I was certain that Mom did the best she could, and I wasn’t about to hurt her feelings by speaking out of turn about how it just wasn’t enough for her boyfriend. I imagined myself moving out and some other kid moving into my bedroom and also getting my game room. I bet tons of other kids would line up to help their stepdad by touching his stiffy (which had its own strange allure to it), if it meant they could get all the toys, the computer setup, and the video game consoles that I had. He led me out into the hallway, saying “First, we make sure that the door is locked as usual”, which it was. It had a floor lock, which could be bolted down – and he did so. At the same time as I thought that Mom wouldn’t be able to get in if she came home, Richard added “So Mommy doesn’t surprise us if she ends her shift early for some reason”. Then we stopped and looked at the hallway monitor, which showed the feeds from the half dozen security cameras outside of the house. They could see in the dark, and showed nothing or no one around the house or in the driveway behind the gate. After that, we went to the master bathroom with the steam shower. Richard undressed. Not slowly, but not fast either. In a leisurely pace I suppose; casually. He dropped everything and got into the big glass box that was the shower and pushed some buttons. It even had a bench inside to sit down on. I had gotten down to my boxers and paused, hands in front of my genitals. I supposed that if we were to shower, then I should get totally naked too, but I was hesitant. Richard was walking around with his dick pointing upwards, not minding that I was looking at it. Like it was normal, like it was no biggie – except that it was, big I mean. I imagined that I wouldn’t mind it if other people looked at mine if it were of a similar size. However, it certainly wasn’t, and as such I was not eager to display my own. Coming out of the shower, he absentmindedly said “I engaged the quick-start feature, we’ll get warm steam within a minute or so, two at most”. Noticing me standing there, nervous and fidgeting, he came closer – him and his erect cock. He stopped in front of me and bent down. “Hey, I get it.. we’re not supposed to be nekkid together”. He paused and waited for me to stop regarding his angry-looking penis. As I finally managed to find eye contact with him, he continued, “But you can trust me.. and I can trust you, right? After all, we’re a family – and family is sacred, and especially this; our secret”. I felt a bit more sure of myself, and stood with more confidence. I could to this. I could help Richard, and by doing so help both myself and my hard-working mother. I allowed him to pull apart my hands from where they had been intertwined in front of my nether region. He proceeded to gently lower my boxers to the tiled floor. “There we go,” he said, “not so bad, ey?”. Looking from my willy to my face, he winked at me, made a chik-chik sound, and added, “Just as pretty as the rest of you”. He then ushered me into the warm, humid steam of the glass box shower. In there, he ran his large, powerful hands all over me. Massaging my neck, and down my back to my little butt. He bent down and whispered in my ear how much he appreciated that I was willing to try and help him with his pressure, and he was certain that even though Mommy could never know about it, she would have a lot to thank me for as well”. Meanwhile, he had been fondling my wiener – which felt very good and gave me a stiffy. I was thankful that he stood behind me and couldn’t see how my cheeks were burning red in my face. When he stopped, I was disappointed. I wanted more of what he had been doing. However, as he turned me around, and I suddenly found myself standing inches away from his boner right at my eye level, I realized that it was time for me to try and do something that would help me hold onto this new and luxurious lifestyle. I looked at it, and around it. The difference in age was reflected in the dissimilarities of our bodies. His was somewhat muscular and more than 6 feet tall with a weight of probably around 220 pounds, versus my petite frame of 4 feet 2 inches at 56 pounds. I also noticed that whereas I only had hair on my head, he had a trimmed stubble around his groin and also had hair on his upper chest as well as the hair on his arms and legs that had become matted against the skin. “Do what you did before,” he said. Reaching out with my minute right hand, I first ran my fingers against the course short cropped hair around the base of his hard phallus before I clasped onto it. Tentative at first, I quickly became bolder and bolder with how I massaged and tugged on it. It didn’t exactly slow me down that he urged me on with fervor. As I had begun jerking the top and shaft of with both my hands, under increasingly eager encouragement and praise from my stepdad, I rarely managed to look at anything else than his bulging tool in my small hands. With the way that it seemingly throbbed, as if it had a heartbeat of its own, I could relate to his earlier words of piled up pressure inside of it. His breathing then changed, and soon thereafter the mushroom tip of his pulsating dick started to shoot string after string of lukewarm manmilk right at me. Onto my forehead, nose, lips, neck and chest. With a couple of slow steps back, he sank down on top of the bench there in the shower. He was breathing slowly, deeply and sighing. His dong was starting to hang downwards. “That was… superb,” he said, “an excellent effort. I’d give you an A”. I didn’t feel like I had been doing anything complicated or especially arduous, but I wasn’t going to turn down easily earned praise. As Richard stood and joined me again after a few minutes, and we washed our hair and bodies with shampoo and soap respectively, I couldn’t help but notice that his third leg was growing in size and was soon standing erect again. I figured I might have to grab onto it and rub the pressure out of it for a second time, but he didn’t say anything and so I did nothing more even though I deliberated extensively about it. Having finished with the showering, we soon sat down in the living room sofa again – wearing bathrobes. He then hugged me close to his side, and opened up his bathrobe. There it was again, seemingly wanting my attention – which it got. I was captivated with it and the things I had seen already. He took my hand and placed it on his rigid shaft. We sat there, watching TV, while I tugged away at his ding-dong. “You should try kissing it,” he eventually said. Looking at him to make sure that he wasn’t kidding – and he didn’t seem to be; he was nodding his head in encouragement – I bent down and indeed planted an intrepid kiss on his downstairs head. It wasn’t bad, or scary, at all really. Up close, it smelled of the lemon scented soap from the shower. As he asked for more, he got more kisses. Two, three, a half dozen. I looked up at him, wanting him to be pleased. He was. I went back to tugging on his big, warm schlong. “Try.. Try taking it inside, you know, your mouth. Like, erm, a big lollipop,” he urged. At that, I was hesitant. Jerking on it with my small hands and giving it a bunch of kisses seemed much easier than struggling with it inside my mouth and possibly choking on it. It didn’t look particularly friendly. “I should tell you,” he added, “that it’s one of the very best ways to relieve the pressure and make me feel good.. and if you show that you can do this – then I’m positively certain that we will stay a happy family”. Slowly, but with a mounting determination to see this through while Mom was away, I put my hands on his thigh and leaned in over it. I started by merely putting my lips on his bell-end as if giving it a kiss, but then went further by parting my thin lips which were gradually gliding down over it as more than an inch entered my mouth. When I started to struggle to fit any more in my mouth, jaws spread as wide as possible and straining by being forced to stay that way, I stopped. Momentarily, I thought I was going to choke, before I realized I could breathe through my nose. My tongue was wrestling for space, which resulted in me moving it around. Evidently, this was well received by Richard as he moaned out a loud “Oww yeaaah”. Unfortunately for me, that was accompanied by him moving his boner further into my mouth causing me to properly choke on it. With a shock, I pulled away from him – from it. A string of saliva extended from his tip to my lips before it fell away. After he had apologized for getting carried away and placated me for a few moments, I cautiously tried it again – this time on alert for anything like it happening again. Thankfully, it didn’t. With aching jaws, I tried to follow his mumbled instructions of moving my head and moving my tongue while minding my teeth. Suddenly, he hastily had me stop sucking him off and instead pushed me down on my back in the sofa next to him. With equal haste he forcefully pulled open my bathrobe before he leaned in over me. He did a few quick tugs on his apparatus and after that the cum exploded out from his tip all over my little body while he craned his head back and groaned loudly. I mostly got it over my flat stomach and chest. One stream hit my cheek, and a few of the last, not so intense streams, went on my genitalia. After I had gotten out of the couch, bathrobe properly wrapped around me again, I noticed that some of Richard’s fluid had ended up beside where I’d been laying. He noticed it too. He spent a couple of minutes trying to remove it up with some sort of cleaner, but it still left a small stain. “Oh well,” he said, and flipped the cushion over. “I’ll deal with it later”. “What if Mom sees it?”, I fretted. “No worries,” he replied. “Even if she does, and knows what it is, I can just say that I rubbed one out when being alone and thinking about her. She might even like that”. Thereafter, with the bothersome pressure inside Richard having been expunged, he felt like we had earned ourselves some reward. Therefore, he put on some clothes and ordered us pizza. The next night, when Mom was away again until the day shift started, we went into the shower once more. Richard massaged me with some sort of oil and then started running his fingers between my small asscheeks. Ultimately, he went so far as to slide a finger into – yes, inside – my butthole. At first, I was totally weirded out and felt uncomfortable. However, exactly as he promised, it then started to feel more and more OK. When he was done with that, and I felt both thankful and yet disappointed all at once, he turned me around so that I could give him head. I opened my mouth wide, feeling my narrow lips stretch to their limit as I sucked on his hard-on until he got to, with loud groans, empty himself. After that, his bulging dick calmed down, and he was positively pleased with me and what I’ve done. It went on like that the next few nights, I sucked on Richard’s man meat until it released its white, warm milk in quick streams into my mouth, or onto my face or my body, up until Mom had a few days off and then worked during daytime. As time went by, and our secret encounters, where I assiduously assisted my stepfather in purging his pressure, grew in number, I became somewhat familiar with his seed. I didn’t instantly push it out with my tongue, but tasted it more thoroughly and even tried swallowing some of it once when he suggested I’d do so. It tasted a little salty and sort of like a bad apple. I didn’t much like how warm it was. We kept having the sexy time in the living room sofa with the TV on, or in my bedroom, and - perhaps most tantalizing for me - in their master bedroom. Yet, it was in the steam shower that he usually fingered me with slicky, oiled up fingers. After a while, he advanced to using two fingers at a time. I would close my eyes, with my hands against the wall, as he used the thumb, index- and middle finger of his other hand to jack my willy off simultaneously. I would rock my little body back and forward; moving my butt onto his penetrating fingers, and my stiffy inside his other, gently clasping fingers. I earned a greater understanding for the pressure that he himself needed to have released, as I would many times get into an almost trance-like state and eventually have fireworks and explosions going on inside my head while my genitals contracted and spasmed. No semen came out of my stiffy though, which was somewhat of a disappointment for me. Although my pressure was evidently there, maybe it hadn’t reached its full potential. About two months into our super-secret adventures, he tickled my tummy from the inside for the first time. It was a Friday night. As there would be no school for the next two days, I wanted to stay up late and play games online. However, at Richard’s suggestion, we went for a shower. He oiled me up thoroughly, and fingered me, which wasn’t at all unusual at that point. However, I was a little surprised when he turned off the shower and handed me my bathrobe while putting his own on. So, I thought, he didn’t want me to relieve his pressure there and then? I was sort of disappointed. I had come to be quite fond of those activities and getting to see him climax. It was something both forbidden and equally cool at the same time. I was thinking that maybe Mom had done a good job herself of helping, before she left for work, what was really her partner, but from my experience during the last month, that seemed unlikely. Moreover, his manhood was standing as erect as usual and looked very rigid. I was thinking that maybe there was a TV show coming up that he wanted to watch while I serviced his rod on the couch? It wouldn’t have been the first time. Without an abundance of words, he, however, guided me into their bedroom and told me to get on the bed. After closing the blinds, he told me that I was to get an adult massage. As he turned from the window and moved towards the king-sized bed, he untied and opened his bathrobe – reveling his big, hard dick that pointed upwards towards the ceiling. With a gentle but nonetheless firm touch, he had me lay down on top of the covers. It was not as if I had been standing there dillydallying for a long time. Really, I had been about to hop onto the bed, but it was just that that I had lost my train of thought when I saw his cock moving towards me. Not for the first time, I had visualized what it would have been like to have a similar one myself. How grand I would feel – not to mention the status it would give me in the boys’ locker room. Even if I’d still suck at sports, I’d at least be able to walk around naked with pride and not feel the need to try and make myself invisible. I would no longer attempt to cover up my wiener; instead, I would lord it over the others; I could very well win any and all dick-comparisons at school. As I lay there, on my back, he opened my bathrobe. My excitement and curiosity to all of this which was still new to me was signaled from my erect willy. I saw him look at it, and he seemed pleased, which gave me delight in turn. Having thrown his own bathrobe beside the bed, he leaned forward over me and braced himself on his arms. Then he shimmied and moved so that his large slippery tip glided all over and against my own stiffy. Craning my neck and looking down at it, the disparity in the sizes of our things mirrored the difference in age and physique. It was as if a baby snake was being greeted by its parent. I leaned my head back again. My frail neck had been hurting from the exertion, but it had been fun to watch when he played with me – when our things played with each other. Soon thereafter, it was as if the meeting and greeting phase was over anyways. He leaned forward even more, his hairy chest close to my face, and started poking and grinding his baby-maker harder and harder into my lower regions and my abdomen. Within a minute he was breathing heavily, occasionally grunting. I could feel a slickness on my belly. Obviously, he hadn’t relieved his pressure yet, but with the amount that was – in my mind – already leaking out of his tip, he must have had a lot of pressure inside him this time. Then, all of a sudden, he started laughing, for some reason. At that point, I felt comfortable enough around him, even naked as we were, not to immediately think that there was something humorous about me, in a bad way. As he leaned up and away from me, he was seemingly talking more to himself than to me, quietly saying “almost got ahead of myself there. Need to calm down”. Sort of confused, I wondered why – if it had been possible for him to relieve himself, as it indeed had seemed like he was going to – hadn’t he done so? I would have been completely fine with taking his sploosh on my stomach. As he was in the process of turning me around so that I was placed on my stomach – him pulling away my bathrobe from underneath me and tossing it next to his on the floor - I gave voice to my confusion. In response, he told me that if he could drag it out and postpone the point when he emptied his pressure, it would feel even better for him and last him longer until he needed to do it again. For all the experience I had been gaining recently, I still had so much to learn. While I felt comfortable being naked and having my backside on display before him, I had my head tilted to the side and my eyes closed while contemplating the wisdom of his words, he added “Besides, I did say you were gonna get a massage, didn’t I?”. True to his words, he began massaging me. He moved from my slender neck and thin shoulders down my back. Eventually, my little buttocks were getting thoroughly kneaded and intermittently squeezed. When I felt him sliding his big rod between my buttcheeks, however, I was somewhat startled. Putting my arms underneath my chest, I leaned upwards and looked backwards. Richard placated my concerns by telling me that we were doing great. Supposing that he was right, I laid down completely flat again. As he leaned forward over me, and more earnestly started prodding his hard thing in my rump and moving it back and forth, I figured that this sex thing wasn’t complicated nor bad at all. From what I had seen in the few pornos I had watched, it had looked about the same as what we were doing. A minute or two like that continued. I was proud of being able to get Richard this excited about me, and while his warm cock was being pressured into the crack of in my little ass, backward and forward, my own erection was poking into the mattress beneath me. It felt so thrilling that I actually started humping into the bed. “Feels nice huh?,” he asked. I answered “Yes”. At first, I thought he must not have heard that I answered in affirmative because he stopped, even though I didn’t want him to. He was moving from being directly on top of me, to the side of the bed. Reaching out to the bedside table, he opened the top drawer and took out a dark tube of something. He opened it, and pushed some gel-looking substance onto his palm. As he was once again positioning himself on his knees with one leg to either side of me, beneath my tooshie, he said “I think you’re ready to be deflowered, aren’t you?”. Not knowing any better, I said “O-Okay”. Initially, for a brief second, there was an alarming coldness. The gel, I realized. Pleasure followed. He fingered me. First carefully with one finger, sort of swirling it around. Then, he used two fingers and began moving them in and out, increasingly faster. I was really liking that. The first times he had fingered me, I had mostly been occupied by thoughts about how it was wrong and dirty – and not in an excited look-at-us-being-naughty kind of way. Then, I had grown to like it, really like it, to the point where I had started to consider it a type of special reward granted me for helping him with his pressure so many times. As I lay there, relaxed and enjoying my reward with a vast amount of erotic energy coursing through my petite, juvenile body, I heard him saying “Oh man, I’m gonna love this!”. Following that, he stopped moving his heavenly fingers in me. Rather disappointed – not wanting him to stop – I figured that I should turn around and give him the mouth so that his pressure could finally be dealt with. He, however, stopped me from turning around and told me to lie still. So, I did. He repositioned himself to be on top of me. One at a time, his large hands grabbed a hold of one my own minute hands and interlaced them, pulling my hands up to the side a bit and pressing them into the mattress as he supported much of his bodyweight on our hands. In a slow, rhythmic tempo, he thrust his hard organ between my little buttocks. His manhood was prodding around, sliding back and forth. I figured that he’d grind on me until he jizzed. That’s not what happened. Instead, I started to feel something that would change me forever. The tip of his cock had found its mark. It had gone from being around the entrance of my assiduously fingered boygina, to sliding in due to the ever-increasing pressure that he was applying. Squeezing his much larger hands as a response to the uneasiness I experienced due to his penetration, it dawned on me that this was it; the sex. We were going to have the real adult sex. This was what it was. This was how it felt! Carefully, he was moving back and forth, and pumped his tip in and out of me. I.. I was proud. This was the real deal. We were linked; we were one. The stepdad who gave me everything, and I who wanted to earn all his goodwill in return. Then, the exhilaration of pieces falling into place and feelings of awe vanished as all of a sudden, pain took the main stage. Pain overwhelmed, perhaps replaced entirely, the feelings of pleasure I had felt mere moments before. Without warning, he had in rapid succession done a couple of pushes which propelled his member further, deeper. I couldn’t help but cry out! Thankfully he stopped, his dick lodged in me. I could feel myself spasm around it, trying to adjust to the intruding size of it. Thinking I couldn’t bear it, I tried getting away from his thing, but I couldn’t move. He pinned me down with his weight on top me. He let go of my hands and moved one of his own back to his thing and my struggling, tiny ass. For a split second I felt relief as his dick eased out of me, only to be doubly horrified as it was shoved into me again. I whimpered loudly. Tears were leaving my eyes. I felt his warm breath on me as he told me to be brave and relax. “J-jus-just n-no moar,” I meekly begged. Mercifully, he listened to my plead and settled for thrusting his tip and some of his shaft back and forth, in and out. From the onset, it had become clear that I wasn’t going anywhere. I was solidly pinned down by the much, much larger man. He rested on my back. I was pushed into the otherwise so comfortable mattress, unable to really view anything to the sides except the hairy forearms of my stepdad. “A little bit more,” he said. Thinking that he meant that his release was nigh, I felt relief. My ordeal would soon be over. Out of all the ways that we had previously relieved his pressure, this was certainly not one that I liked – and if I could only get some breathing room, I would tell him so. I would happily provide him with tug- and suckjobs, but no more of this. However, when he instead proceeded to delve even deeper into me with his angry organ, my panic rebounded… “No-oh! N-no!”, I implored while struggling for leverage against his body on top of me, pushing me into the mattress. I shed more tears of pain into the covers. Momentarily halting, he murmured “You’re doing sooo good, so good to me”. Then he started going again. Even though I tried pleading for him to stop and listen to me, he kept thrusting in and out, in and out, mumbling that I was so good to him and that he was going to keep taking care of me. Having, in panic, exerted every ounce of strength I had in efforts to get out from underneath him and his penetrating rod, I was getting very fatigued. For all my efforts, it seemed like I couldn’t budge him a fraction of an inch. Among his frantic whispers into my ears, there were words and suggestions about focusing on my breathing and trying to stay limp and relaxed – which was anything but easy! I resolved to try and endure it, one thrust at a time. What else was there for me to do? From where I started counting, it quickly reached ten. From ten to twenty. In doing that, I not only calmed down my mind but also my petite body. I became, for the lack of a better option, resigned to put up with it the best I could. Soon, before the count of forty, I realized I was no longer keeping track. I had lost count. Every new assault from his hard cock was less invasive, less excruciating. Pain had turned into more of a sense of manageable, albeit hurting, uncomfortableness. At one point, I came to the realization that I was loudly moaning in unison with his grunts. Comprehending that it indeed felt better not to hold it in, I practically started shouting out reiterations of “Aow! Ow! Aoow! Ow!”. Once I had started to moan in earnestness, I felt a little better about the whole thing – it made it more bearable. Like before, I started moving with him, pushing my own stiffy into the bed underneath me when he drove forward. He had long since stopped taking pauses as he slid back and forth in my tight rump. He was well and truly sexing me up. “Just the two of us… T-The two of us.. Oh, oh yeah! L-Loving you,” he frantically bellowed and kept thrusting in me. If that truly was the case, then I was even less inclined to go back to begging him to stop. I wasn’t going to be a whimp and try to bail out. I wasn’t going to fail Stepdad in helping him to relieve his pressure, and therefore I would by extension not be being failing myself nor Mom. We were going to keep living in that fancy house, and that was that. As minutes must have passed, the pain became less acute, and blessedly substituted by sensations of pleasure at an increasing rate. As he hammered my insides, his unrelatedly hard thing spread satisfaction from my diminutive ass out through my small body. The way I imagined it, my body was working up a gratifying amount of enjoyment to counteract the enormous pressure my stepdad had inside of him that needed to be expunged. My “Aow”s and “Ow”s of displeasure were progressively exchanged for “Ooo”s ,“Mmm”s and “Yii”s of pleasure. “T-That’s it! Y-Yes! Yes! OH YES!” He exclaimed from on top of me. “Y-You like it, huh? You like it?” he asked. “Mmm – y-yeah,” I managed to meekly answer between high pitched moans of increasing pleasure interlaced with a receding pain. “C-call me Daddy, i-if you w-want to,” he said. “O-Ok,” I stuttered. “Y-you like getting.. f-fucked by Daddy, d-don’t you?” he almost hissed. “Mmmmm,” I mumbled. I also nodded, but I don’t think that he could see or feel that where he lay on top of me pushing me into the mattress. “OooooooH, I know you d-do”, he said while increasing his tempo. I wanted Richard, i.e. Stepdad or simply Daddy now, to fill me with his white juice that was the clear cut evidence of him getting rid of his pressure, but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop being inside me, making me feel what I was feeling. As if he had read my mind, and the conflicting feelings therein, he ended my conundrum as he pushed into me with a substantial force while his cock started pulsating and pulsating there far inside me. Subsequently, I felt how copious amounts of his white, sticky liquid ran out around his shaft that was inserted deep into my bumhole. It ran down my little crack, to my tiny balls from where it started pooling up on the cover. As he sank down on me, even more so than before, he took very deep breaths. His member was finally done spasming inside me. I feared suffocating beneath him. “Umh,” I said while laboring for cool air. Seemingly becoming aware of my predicament, he rolled off of me and said “Sorry”. Tapping me on my assailed behind, he added “That.. Was.. The BEST! You, my sweetie, have the best little ass ever! Never change – at least try not to”. After we had been doing it properly – the secret stuff where my stepdad’s thing said hello inside my rump – for a couple of months whenever Mom was on a night shift, Richard then started to occasionally take pictures and short videos on his iPhone of us being unclothed together. It would start out like that. Me undressing and getting a woody as I did so – feeling exceedingly mischievous with him taking pictures as I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be naked in front of him or vice versa, and thinking about what was about to happen. He would get bare himself, with (as always) a sizeable erection while complimenting me with words like “beautiful”, “pretty”, “cock-tease” and/or “porn star”. He would use his phone to record us during the act, as well as afterwards for what he called “cum-shots”. Later, when my adventurous side would take a backseat, I had worried at first about Mom, or anyone else for that matter, seeing those photos or short videos. He, however, promised me emphatically that what he didn’t properly delete, were being stored on a flash drive in a place as secret as our activities. He also added that he had bought a program to encrypt them so that no one other than him could see the files. With me being a willing, little daddy-fucker, it didn’t take him long to expand upon the concept of me being a pornostar – which seemingly got us both randy. The iPhone got replaced with a tripod stand and a legit camera which he used when he would sink the pink in me. I would still suck on his unit, but I learned to consider that a prelude to what was to follow. He would tickle my insides while I lay on my stomach, or on my back, or when I stood on all fours. Sometimes, he would be sitting up somewhere and I would straddle him as he then entered me. It could be in their bedroom, in mine, in the living room, in the shower, in his office or even in his home gym. We basically did stuff everywhere. He told me that looking at playbacks of us two doing the forbidden things helped him get through during the weeks when Mom worked regular hours and I couldn’t take turns with her to keep him satiated. That didn’t make much sense to me, because even when Mom was working dayshifts, he would at that time usually spray his sticky milk inside of me on most days after he picked me up from school and before she got home from work. I didn’t point that out to him, though. Besides, I had quickly started to like it, and also expect it. Sure, it could hurt initially – but damn if it didn’t also feel good. Moreover, having used my computer to look up how unallowed it was for us to be doing sexy stuff together made me feel devilishly naughty; like a bad boy in disguise. The first few times when recording non-stop with the new camera, we did it under the covers as I had recently developed a preference for. The usual routine entailed that we would check the locks on the doors, then close whatever blinds or curtains that needed to be closed. Being in their master bedroom was the easiest, because that’s where, in a bedside cabinet, they kept the gel called “lube” that I would put on what he oftentimes called my pussy. Most of the time I would do those things myself; getting naked with a smidgeon of that slicky lubrication in my butt and crawling under the covers while Richard set up his camera. My newfound preference for being under the covers stemmed from what had happened at school. This new kid had started in my class, and for some reason he had almost instantly been making fun of me, for example asking if I, as “Slender Boy”, was related to the scary Slender Man – and if he therefore should be careful not to aggravate me? In school, there were if not plenty, then at least several other, about equally skinny boys, but for some reason he seemed to have taken a dislike in me particularly. I suppose he didn’t exactly trouble me incessantly, to the point where it would be called actual bullying. It was just that he had made fun of me enough times that it was on my mind. It didn’t help that my lack of body weight was a sore spot for me. Neither did it help that the (sort of) two friends that I had, never really tried to help out. Thus, I became more sensitive and more self-conscious. Even if I stood alone at school, I didn’t have to lie down alone at home. However, I even started to try and hide my body from Richard when we did the naked things. Even though it could get very warm, I always wanted to be under the covers. When that wasn’t really an option, depending on where we were working to purge his pressure, I would often try to keep a sweater or hoody on my upper body so that I was only naked from the waist down. Although Richard seemed to love me with a passion, I sometimes had a hard time loving myself – hence the desire to sort of make our intimacy even more confidential and hidden away from the recording camera lens. At the same time, I didn’t in actuality dislike the camera for being there – I wanted to be a bad boy that was fucking on video. I was merely hesitant about it seeing all of me, if that made any sense. I guess a part of me was afraid that if I let my stepdad look at me for too long, too many times, he would eventually start seeing the loser that I imagined that others saw. For some blessed reason, he simply hadn’t already. I didn’t want him to lose interest in having me help him relieve his pressure – I’d become very keen on our sexual relation. Alongside feeling good, it was providing me with a sense of self-worth. Eventually, Richard took notice of my odd behavior and pried about what was wrong. He had been about to sex me up, and had tried to remove the covers which I had been clinging onto. Upon noticing my stubborn reluctance to letting go of them, he had stopped his impending penetration. Instead, he simply laid under the covers next to me, his strong and hard member poking into my side as he stroked my body and waited for me to unburden myself. I hadn’t planned on crying to him, but as soon as I tried to explain my peculiar behavior as of late, that’s what happened. As usual, he knew how to cheer me up. He talked about how I shouldn’t fret or worry about it. That the bully, who most likely was displeased with himself and probably had a boring and uneventful life, only tried to make himself feel better by trying to bring me down. Besides, he went on saying, I was a pretty as can be and that being skinny is something many people strive for nowadays. It was fashionable, or something like that. He talked about how most all of the famous models were thin. He went on about how being slim with a tight and firm, little butt like mine was extremely sexy. Moreover, he suggested as he crawled on top of me and pushed my legs apart, maybe this other boy was merely jealous because he was a real fatty. A fatty, fat fatso. With all of that, he made me feel better. However, a part of me suspected that he only said that to be nice – because that’s what we were; nice to each other. Not that I was miraculously happy, but as he entered me slowly, I thought about how he truly seemed to like me and my body – how could anyone fake the interest he was showing me? - which made me okay with how he tossed the covers aside and then started to torpedo me on the bed in the open, so to speak. It would all be seen on the video that he, or should I say we, were recording. Having been shown some of the earlier videos, I knew that I would be looking tiny compared to him when we did the naked hugging. While that couldn’t be helped, I knew that the girly-sounding noises that I had been making those times shouldn’t be an inevitability, and therefore tried to sound more manly as I was being plowed. As the days and eventually weeks passed, I got better and better at coping with and ignoring the new semi-bully (not reacting, keeping a blank face and thinking that he was jelly), which made him lose a lot of the negative interest he had in me. On the bright side of things, I knew that Richard was very pleased with me. He not only said as much when we were alone – especially when he was sexing with me, but he also proved it by being in a fantastic mood all of the time. Not that he had been grumpy before or anything, but it was simply that he seemed more full of energy. To me, it was merely another example of the importance of what we were doing in secret – how his pressure needed to be continuously addressed. Often when we had done a firsts-sort-of-thing, he would give me a gift afterwards. For example, after our first sex tape, where you could see everything so to speak, I got the newly released iPhone 5. After the first time in his garage gym, I got the new iPad 4. That had been a quite fun time. We had both been exercising naked. He had had a raging boner most of the time, which I got to touch and kiss on. When he reciprocated by touching me, mine easily stood at full attention as well. In the end, when our playtime was over and it was time for me to purge his pressure properly, he sat on a fitness bench. I put my slender legs around him and lowered myself onto his pole so that he could pump it in and out of me and eventually release his burden. During class when I got bored, it happened - increasingly so as I became more and more experienced in the naked romance stuff - that I pictured myself fondling the dicks of other men or even going all the way and doing the sex with them. I had imagined how the male teachers would look naked, what their dicks might look like when they got hard, and how it would be to lie with them, allowing them to enter into me when I spread my skinny legs. Not that my grades really needed improving all that much, but I fantasized about being a dirty boy and offering to let them relieve their pressure in me for straight As. Upon doing so, I would pitch a tent – though I always made sure no one could notice it. I suppose it came in handy that mine wasn’t especially big. That didn’t stop me from getting flustered cheeks though, and when thinking about my flustered cheeks and how weird my thoughts were, I simply became more flustered. Thinking back, I didn’t consider myself gay. It’s not like I actively was, or had been, going around ogling other boys or had a crush on any of them. On the contrary, there were several girls that I had been infatuated with, but none of them had shown any interest in me – not that I had ever dared to expressly make my interest known to them though. I had more than a few nightmares about others finding out and tormenting me about being a fag and a daddy-fucker. In my bad dreams, that’s what the boys at school would shout at me, while the teachers looked at me with frowns of admonition and shook their heads, and the girls were giggling themselves silly and whispering among themselves while pointing at me. One weekend, during the summer when school was out, Mom was out of town for a conference and training seminar with her work. It was a Saturday, and Richard had two of his friends over. I recognized both George and Diego. They’d been at my stepdad’s Superbowl party almost half a year earlier, and every now and then one, or both, would be over for a workout in his garage gym. The three were childhood friends, and from the way they got along, I got somewhat jealous. Jealous of what it would be like to have such a strong friendship with someone that you could see each other a few times a month and still be that close. They had what seemed like an endless amount of inside jokes and had an easy time for laughter. Myself, I sort of never had a friend come over – the way I spent time with the pseudo-friends I had, was that we played games together online. Like Richard, his two buddies were in their late fifties. They’d grown up together, played football together, chased girls together and stayed close friends ever since. George was a little bit taller than Richard, baldheaded and heavyset with a big gut. Diego, with a Hispanic heritage, was shorter than the other two, but still towered over me by a lot. It didn’t look like he was out of shape either. Later, I would find out that Diego was married with two adult kids, one in college and one in graduate school. George was divorced and had a daughter who worked as an accountant. We were all sitting in the living room couch, watching a UFC event and eating buttered popcorn. They had beers, while I drank soda. Some guy named Weidman and some woman named Rousey would be trying to defend their belts. Some earlier fights were taking place, before what I was told were the main fights of the two champions. I sat between Richard and George, with Diego on the other side of my stepdad. As the preliminary fights were coming to a close, the sofa table had collected a small gathering of empty beer bottles. The men, who had previously been talking sports, were now primarily discussing girls from their youths. High-school sweethearts. Hotties that they had been aching to fuck, but never been able to. The more they drank, the looser their tongues became, and the louder they got. With George being single, Richard and Diego started talking about single MILFs (whatever that was) they knew, that he could try to pursue. Richard also said that they could look for a babysitter for me, that George could make the moves on. George seemed most interested in the babysitter idea – but he didn’t want it to be a young bitch that would get him into trouble. “Maybe I can put that on some sort of application flier – cannot be a tattle tailing b-i-t-c-h,” Richard joked. Later, following up on the whole forbidden-fruit-babysitter-deal, Richard started asking about the youngest they’d banged. Diego answered that he didn’t know – which made Richard snort and respond with a “How can you not know, man!?”. At about the same time, George – who sat on my right – bit by bit said “That.. would be.. on.. that trip abroad, you know”. “Ah yes, the young professional we fucked in Thailand,” Richard said happily. That seemed to shock George. “Geez man,” he then paused and looked at me before looking at my stepdad again, “no need to sugarcoat it THAT much”. I hadn’t yet learned about sarcasm. Not really paying attention to George’s comment, Richard looked to Diego and said “Well then, shall we assume that the same goes for you, Dee?”. “Yupp,” Diego replied. The men all got quiet after that. Almost a minute passed. Seemingly still reminiscing, my stepdad said “Ah well, she wasn’t a bad catch at all. Young with beautiful, tiny tits and a real close fit between her legs. Money well spent – not just for the time, but for the memory of it, ey? Amiright or am I right?”. To my right, George drank his beer and nodded, while I could hear Diego say “Aye”. “Not to brag, fellas, but I gotta say that you’re rookies compared to me,” Richard boasted following a deep sigh. “OH, is that so?” Diego replied skeptically. “That is so,” my stepdad answered while he put his right arm around my narrow shoulders and hugged me close while wiggling his eyebrows. “With the help of my dashing, little playboy, I’ve become quite the connoisseur of late, if I do say so myself”. Diego leaned forward and looked at us, then he exchanged looks with George, and then they both looked at us, at Richard, and then back at each other. “Nah.. No way.. You’re messing with us,” George said with incredulity. “Ha hah, good one, nearly had me there for a second”. “Mmm, maybe.. maybe not,” Richard answered while he still had his right arm around me and gently stroked my lean upper arm with his forefinger. “What would you say if – IF - I said that I’m not?” “That you’re nuts,” Diego retorted. “That we’re NOT having this conversation right now. That you shouldn’t say anything more and we should leave it at that”. George said nothing, but I could feel his gaze on me, as if he was sizing me up, taking my measurements or something. On the other side of my stepdad, Diego sat more forward on his cushion, also looking at me more intently, still. “I mean, we DID talk about something similar there in Thailand, if I recall correctly”, said Richard. “Yeah, well, that was then and there, and besides we were drunk and hot blooded” said George. “Fair enough,” Richard said. “But we’re not exactly sober now, are we? Aaand as it turns out, I’ve found myself a real gem here at home”. After he had said that, he put his free hand under my left leg and then proceeded to move me up and onto his lap. I was getting a little anxious at that point. I could feel his boner under my tushie and I was getting worried that his friends would figure out our secret if I stayed in his lap much longer. Like, we had been having the sex in that same spot, several times before. Richard continued talking. “It’s not an experience you’ll forget”. Afterwards, no one said anything for a time. I hadn’t exactly been following and comprehending everything in their conversations, but I could feel a tension in the air amongst the four of us, and a focus on me. I started to watch the new fight on the television again. Upon leaning forward for the popcorn, Richard nudged me forward and told me to take my shorts off. Apparently, they had a seam which was uncomfortable for him when I sat in his lap, or so he said. Upon suggesting that I could go back to sitting next to him instead, he insisted that it was cozier if sat with him. Feeling awkward, I got up in front of the sofa, pulled down my shorts, stepped out of them, and had my little, white briefs exposed in front of everyone. While I knew that I was too old to be undressing in front of essentially strangers, it also felt like a naughty thing to do. Like something I shouldn’t do, and therefore something the bad boy part of me drove me to do. It reminded me of the warming sensation I felt when pictures were taken of me naked. Without much delay, Richard’s hands ended up on my little posterior as I stood in front of him. “Check out that sweet ass, fellas,” he said. Alarm bells were ringing in my head; I knew he meant that in a sexual manner, especially from the way he was grasping my buttocks. At the same time, I couldn’t help but being proud and getting excited even though this felt like treading on more dangerous ground. I thought that maybe me and Richard should leave the room for a while so that he could relieve his pressure in me. I could sense that he was getting worked up, and therefore so was I almost by extension. Maybe we could make a one-time exception and have relations even though there were other people at home. It’s not as if Mom was home, at least. That’s when I got my first sexual compliment from someone other than my stepdad – because George said “Lookin’ good”. “So… what would the two of you have been doing then, supposedly?”, Diego then wondered. Richard, taking a gentle hold of me and putting me in his lap once again, went on by calmly saying “Oh, you know, the usual”. He was, however, escalating the whole thing by softly stroking my willy through my underwear, resulting in me getting a stiffy and becoming flustered. “Some second base,” he went on saying, while feeling me up so that they could see. They were watching intently which made me look away, at the television and a fight which seemed totally unimportant. In the corner of my eye, I could see George to the right, unbuttoning his pants beneath his beer-belly. “Some third base,” my stepdad said, and stroked my thin lips with a finger. “And wouldn’t you know it, countless home runs”. Then, he started pulling on my underwear. I put my small hands on his to stop him, turned my head and looked back at him, and shook it. “Oh, come on now, let the guys see you,” he encouraged, “we’re all friends here”. Movement to the left caught my eye – Diego was stroking his groin through his jeans. Again, Richard tugged on my boxers. I let it happen. I raised my narrow, bony hips and let him pull them down. Not that I really could have held back his strong hands even if I had wanted to. After that, I sat there, naked from the waist down with an erection that couldn’t be helped since he within an instant had started fondling my small wiener and tiny balls – and beneath my exposed behind, I could feel his wood, struggling against being contained in his khakis. With my stepdad using his free hand to pull up my t-shirt and holding it against my flat chest, it’s not as if my stiffy remained hidden either. Having taken a couple of big gulps of his beer, Diego pulled down his zipper. “Are we.. really doing this?”, he asked. “Why not?”, my stepdad said. “You only live once. Thus cutie.. can be quite committed to helping one get off in a mind-blowing fashion”. I surmised that he was talking about me. As usual, I was torn. On the one hand, I wanted him to stop giving indications about our hush-hush, secret vow doings, and on the other I wanted him to keep giving me praise and hinting at his friends about how sinful I could be. Moreover, with the way he was pushing my thin legs to the sides and playing with my private parts, I just wanted more. “Besides, no need to worry about getting caught, not with this one… We know how to keep a secret, don’t we?” Richard said in a loud whisper. I nodded earnestly. Secrets, especially the most forbidden ones, were our thing. You could bank on it. In my ear, he then whispered, quietly this time, “Time for our special hammer time”. I wasn’t even confused any more. I knew he was worked up - and oh gosh, I was too. This would simply, out of pure necessity, have to be a one-time occurrence, where we would do some naked hugging even though we weren’t alone in the house. As he moved me onto my feet, he said “skedaddle to my bed and get ready”. Doing as he’d suggested, I went to the master bedroom, yanking down my t-shirt to cover my stiffy as I walked to the windows and closed the blinds. Subsequently, I took off my socks and t-shirt. As usual, I found the slippery lube in the bedside table and put a click of it on my love hole before I got under the covers, stark naked. Within a minute, Daddy entered the room, shedding an item of clothing for every step. He wasted no time crawling under the covers and getting on top of me. Resting on my back, I spread my legs. His fuckstick nosed around the entrance of my boycavity before he, in a resolute push, entered with a groan. As he was beginning to pound me, I was trying to suppress my moans since he had left the door open. I tried hushing him while managing my own sounds in as best I could, but it was difficult. He didn’t even care about my attempts to point out that the door wasn’t closed. Everything was going fine – well, in all honesty Daddy was being perhaps a bit too rough with his thrusts, but I had experience in enduring it - until his friends showed up. My view of them was largely obstructed by Daddy’s upper body which was leaned in over me. I could hear them though, and looking through the space between Dad’s arm and hip, I saw them in the doorway. “No. Fuckin’. Way.”, Diego said in disbelief. “I mean, I got that you weren’t playing around, but still… You gotta be shittin’ me!”. I wished Daddy had stopped humping away between my little, spread legs. Had he stopped immediately, we could have at least tried to… I don’t know, maybe pretend like we had become tired and went to rest, together. But no, he still went to town in my boycunt, with even more fervor now that we had an audience. “I… I, don’t even… You’re.. DOING IT – actually dooooing it!?”, George exclaimed. “T-this is so… crazy! I gotta see this! He moved closer to the bed and then I heard him ask “May I?”. After Daddy had answered “Yes”, the duvet was pulled away from our naked, interlocked bodies. I didn’t merely feel well and truly exposed; what’s worse was the panic that set in about how the top-secret no-no that we were doing, couldn’t be glossed over. They must have had a clear view of his boner being inside of me. Daddy, Stepdad, Richard – in my head he was all of those things - didn’t seem to care though, he continued working to relieve his bottled-up pressure. This was not normal. OK, like, I knew we were doing an abnormal thing, but that was just for us to know. Between the two of us, it had become something normal. Now, all of a sudden, there were his friends watching us, watching me getting as much as ever before of my dad’s thing as it was being ceaselessly shoved into me like a piston. That instant, our secret was no longer merely ours any more. A bit self-conscious about my skinny body and about the whole thing of being a daddy-fucker, I took the edge of the duvet and held it to my little chest, trying to hide at least some small part of me. “Oh man! Look at that! H-How’s it feel?”, George asked in wonder. “Best f-fuck ever, I’m t-tellin’ you”, Daddy blurted out in a moan. Not that I could see much of Diego or George from where I was, underneath Daddy, but I turned my head the other way anyways. I couldn’t help being embarrassed. They could surely see bits of my little posterior taking daddydick, and if they hadn’t already, they’d soon see my wee erection and know that I was getting plenty of pleasure from the whole thing. They’d know that I was a gay kid. “Well, don’t just stand there, perverts,” Daddy said with a laugh, “get comfortable”. In the periphery, I saw clothes getting thrown to the floor. Seemingly without any effort, and as I was still being speared by his rod, Daddy moved me to the middle of his and Mom’s King-Size bed. One on each side, Diego and George got up on the edges of the bed. I could literally feel my face grow hot, and not just as a reaction to the passionate humping. As if doing the exact opposite of what I wanted, Daddy leaned upward; away from me. Instead of resting his weight on his hands, he sat fully on his knees and held my slim legs up in the air with his hands behind my knees. If he before had acted sort of as a shield against them seeing everything of me, that was gone now. Also, now I could see all of them; in the nude. That didn’t precisely make me less red faced. Looking at one side, there was George – staring down at me with a leer and stroking his hard manhood which pointed outward and upward beneath his gut. It looked shorter than Daddy’s, but seemed to have more girth, especially around the base. I couldn’t resist looking the other way at Diego. His seemed on par with Dad’s, more or less. It, like the rest of him I suppose, had a brownish color, and it was peculiarly bent at the middle, to the side. While I kept looking at it as he moved his hand on the shaft, I thought that it was probably longer than Daddy’s – it was simply the bend on it that had made it seem equal to it at first. “Oh, oh,” Dad was pointing to the walk-in closet, “get, get the camera – it’s in there”. George, being the closest, went and got the camera. Returning to the bed, he was holding it in one hand and was recording – he had Daddy confirm it by looking at the display of the device. With my new caretaker sinking the pink in me, his friends watching so close by and pleasuring themselves while witnessing our forbidden union, and knowing it was all getting videotaped, my anxiety was ever so slowly being replaced by simply being excited again. I had never, ever, been that much the center of attention. Big, strong hands were touching me all over. My neck, my tiny pink nipples, my flat stomach – and gently they were feeling up my stiffer. As usual, trying not to sound like a little girl had been at the forefront of mind as I thought about how this would look on our dirty movie. However, with all manner of compliments raining down over me, I quickly stopped trying to change my high-pitched moans of pleasure and lust as Daddy unendingly shoved his large member into me. His friends wanted me to touch each of them as well. At sort of awkward angles, I took turns grapping onto their sizeable shafts as best I could. Dad was praising me for being their naked, little model and also started calling me his pretty pornstar – which by then, I think he knew that I liked. With three naked, horny men there, one big dick inside of me and one on each side, I couldn’t help but feel like more of a playboy than ever before. My presence – my revealed body - was attractive enough that it could activate whatever needed to be activated inside of them so that they’d get wood and their inside pressure could get a chance to be dealt with. I knew that men only got a stiffy if someone was pretty or alluring enough to turn them on. I felt like such a naughty little horndog. Diego started moving even closer to me. As he and his pelvis neared my head, he put a hand on his curved phallus, pushed it downward towards my lips and asked me to “do it”. I didn’t know how I was supposed to manage giving him a suckjob while Daddy was feeding me plenty of his inches between my legs, but I was willing to try. I put a hand on his junk and craned my neck to get closer to it. As it happened, I got no further than sucking on his tip. As Daddy with a roar started releasing his pressure in me, I had to brace myself against the mattress while I put both my small hands on his hairy, muscular chest to try and make him slow down. He thrust into me with no abandon; harder than I think he’d ever done before. I thought that if there was any kind of barrier for how much my bum could take, he had been about to go beyond it. Dad’s unit contracted and expanded for some time inside of me. As he was catching his breath, his manmilk was being squeezed out along his still buried shaft. After he exited me, he also exited the bed, and then the room – saying he was going to get refreshments. Slightly tired, but still in the mood for the sex, I was scooped up by Diego who was now on his back. With cum running down from my love hole and down the inner sides of both my slender, smooth legs, I was getting into place to mount Diego. We didn’t usually have the sex like that when in bed, me and Daddy, but we’d done so a few times at least. I grabbed a hold of his large, long and bent shaft – and so did Diego himself – and then we together guided it towards my cum-dripping anal entrance. As I mounted his brownish and curvy pole, any thoughts about its peculiar angle disappeared as I started riding him. With plenty of Dad’s sploosh both in, and outside, my boygina, his large pleasure organ didn’t hurt that much. However, that was when he had let me be primarily in charge of the pace with which I was riding him. As he pulled me down close to him, hugging me tightly with his hairy arms around my narrow body and pressing my head against his furry chest, he started to thrust into me somewhat fierce. I had to start moaning louder to compensate as I labored to endure the increased hurting. I could sense George hovering around us with the camera, capturing everything about me being on top of his amigo. He was urging his friend to “give it to him”, where I reckoned that I was the one being given the thing. As a thousand and yet no real thoughts were racing through my head, my body felt like it wasn’t mine at all – instead it was a slave to the carnal activities it was being subjugated to, and my mind was merely along for the ride; a voiceless passenger on a not so quietly fucked young boy. It was all getting too much. Too much of everything. I felt like such a little slut. I was a juvenile pornboy who helped not only my stepdad to get off, but now also his friend – and the second companion was right next to us with an erection, voicing approval and cheering us on. While being pumped full of dong and in turn pricking Diego with my little pecker in his abdominal muscles, I was suddenly thrashing my head from side to side. Fireworks were going off in my head. My boyish needle was spasming. Diego wasn’t late to join me in Wonderland. With his hands on either side of my skinny waist, feeling like they could reach halfway around me, he was pushing me downward while shoving his groin upward for maximum penetration as his pressure exploded forth in my overcrowded interior. His grunts of utter delight were as powerful as the twitching of his manhood submerged in my petite rump. As I rested, on top of the much older Latino man, I started hearing him say – more so to himself than to me it seemed – “What have I done, what have I done”. As Diego’s softening, brownish torpedo was pulled out, I felt a flow of his semen follow suit. While I was still very much lightheaded, he lifted me off of him and placed me on the bed, between him and George. With cum oozing out of my tender rear entrance, I got no rest, however. Obediently, I let George hoist me up and put me on all fours as he without wasting time mounted me from behind. On the bed beside us, I caught a quick glimpse of a sweaty Diego, who was in- and exhaling slowly, while muttering “Shouldn’t have done that” over and over, while he rubbed his closed eyes. Maybe he could sense that I had been looking at him, while now getting humped from behind, because he opened his eyes and gazed into mine for a brief moment. A more passionate assault of George’s thick shaft had me break eye contact as I digressed into a more animal state of loud whimpering and moaning. In the borderline of my vision, Diego was rolling out of bed, mumbling “I… I can’t be here… I-I’m married”, absentmindedly while he was getting dressed. He was saying other stuff too, but I couldn’t really make it out above my own – and especially George’s - bellows of ecstasy. “H-Hey man, c-camera?”, George wondered while holding the gadget out towards his friend. When Diego refused to take it, talking about how he should head on home, George instead put the camera down on the mattress and grabbed ahold of me with his hands. The strength in them stood in stark contrast to the weakness of my undeveloped figure. With all the jizz still on me and still in me – creating a welcome glide for the man now shagging my pert posterior – I wondered whether I had finally created semen of my own. I reached towards my little wiener, which was achingly erect again. Maybe it had never stopped standing at attention, I wasn’t quite sure. What had happened minutes ago seemed so distant, so irrelevant. Alas, it seemed dry. Oh well, I thought, slightly disappointed and hoping that someday soon I could get to experience what it would be like to get release like a real man. Not that I could see it, standing on my hands and knees facing the head of the bed, but it seemed that when Diego had been about to leave the bedroom, Daddy had entered it again. “Had time to see the whole Ronda Rousey fight – she ended it almost immediately,” he said. “You two lovebirds been going at it this whole time?”. “Hah! I… I wish,” George labored to answer. “Not been at it l-long… and I won’t l-last much longer… either”. “I see. Where you off to in a hurry then?”, Daddy asked Diego. “You just gonna smash and dash?” “I… I can’t believe I did that,” Diego stuttered. “Look, maybe I should head on home?”. “Hey – hey, sit down. Relax,” Dad suggested with a hand on Diego’s shoulder. “I’ll get us some drinks”. When he came back with three glasses and a bottle, it literally seemed like he had returned in a jiffy. “Libations for everyone,” he proclaimed enthusiastically. “Well, maybe only a sip or two for our little model”. Looking around, backwards, I noticed that outside of my vision, Diego had sat down in my mom’s reading chair with a glass of whiskey in hand. Taking up the camera from the bed, Daddy uttered “Ah yeah, take him for a ride,” while moving around us. While the heavy-set man behind me was doing me doggystyle, I could feel his belly on my bony lower back. The large man boning me right then probably outweighed me six times or more. Even though I didn’t like his body as much as the others’, his organ felt just as good. Not that I could currently see it, seeing as I was on all fours, but I remembered that it hadn’t been as mesmerizing to look at. Evidently, that didn’t lessen the experience. As I was in the by then all too familiar zone where pleasure triumphed over pain, I was rocking my tiny ass back against the fat man, who was continuing to sex me up in a steady rhythm. Daddy called for George to reach around and wank my willy off while fucking me from behind. Not that I had the presence of mind to have many concerns at that point, but if there was one, then it was that I still felt very aware about the size of my pitched boyhood compared to their hard manhoods. All of them were several times my size physically - and that difference was also very much exhibited when it came to what was between our legs. They didn’t seem to care about that thought, and in the grand scheme of things it came second hand to the overpowering feelings of arousal and pleasure. I had learned about the word slut and what that meant, and that’s how I felt. Turns out, I liked feeling that way. I liked being randy and lustful, and I liked that these men liked that. Therefore, when George started grasping onto my willy while he hammered his own, sizeable one in my little ass, I delighted at not only how that felt, but also at the thought of how that must look like on the film my dad was happily recording. The same must have applied for George, because shortly after he started fondling my tiny junk, he started hollering “OH, O-H! Ooooooo-H!”. “Do it! Doo it!”, Daddy called out. With a howl, my daddy’s friend pushed hard into my tiny ass while pulling me towards him. His sounds of pleasure were reciprocated by my sounds of pain from getting utterly speared on his thick piece. His shaft was pulsating and throbbing as he pollinated my innards. Even more wetness and slickness confirmed that I had just taken his seed. For a long while, he held onto me and used my laboring bum to milk his load. In the afterglow of our sexual union’s apex, we were both collapsed, side-by-side, on the bed. I was spent. Both mentally and physically. Scooping my light body up, Daddy started to carry me out of the room. I saw that Diego, sitting in the reading chair, had pulled down his pants and had a hand on his curvy penis which was hard again. Daddy brought me into my own bedroom and laid me down on my bed. As my naked, tired body hit the soft sheets, the absence of semen on them seemed nice. I brought a lot of that stuff with me though, I suppose. While I relaxed on my stomach, Daddy was praising me at great length, and also apologized if it had been too intense. I hadn’t even been thinking about the fact that we were both naked. I did though, once he rolled on top of me, supporting himself on his arms, and started pushing his dick into me. As if by reflex, I started moving my sore derriere against it. Much like before, I didn’t even know if my willy had ever even become soft. In contrast to his own, and his friends’, earlier fucking of me, he was now being lovingly careful. Diego must have entered the room some time after us, because I heard his voice: “May I... um watch?”. “No more... m-moral dilemmas then?” Daddy asked. “I... I, erm, I guess.. I mean..,” he paused his stuttering delivery and sighed. “No. None strong enough to.. stop me. I need – I need this.” “Mhm,” Daddy half moaned and half said, while slowly sliding in and out of me. “I didn’t quite know it, I had pictured it.. you know, more than a few times… but now.. damn, I need this,” Diego said as he neared the bed. “Preaching. To. The. Choir”, Daddy managed to say through moans that I was effeminately matching. “Got room for one more? I figure that with two sweet holes, there’s one available?”, George asked giddily. The stout man, naked with a standing pisser, was holding the tripod and the camera. He placed the stand, with the camera on top, next to my bed and sat down on the edge of it. Richard stopped having the sex with me for a moment. He withdrew his pleasuring rod and turned me around so that I was on my back, able to look at them and them me. “Guys,” he said, “maybe I’m not the one you should be asking?”. As he finished the sentence, he was looking down at me, while gently stroking my erect boner. Beneath my miniature balls, his sightseeing manhood was once again getting inserted into my loved-up boy-cunt. Instinctively, I had pulled up and spread apart my skinny legs for him. They were all looking at me, eagerly. What would they do if I said no, I wondered? Then again, I wasn’t actually going to. I nodded and said “OK” to all and no one in particular. I relished their unceasing and undivided interest in the skinny boy that I was, and the knowledge that I was behaving like an all too young whore. These men would get to use me as their small, undeveloped cock-vessel. In most other settings, I might have been considered a loser by some, but in that one, I felt like a rising star. Exulting in that feeling of belonging, I knew that I would continue helping them to relieve their pressure - and they were welcome to videotape it, if they wanted.

My Awakening Rewrite This is the story of my first-time wearing women’s panties. I was raised by my grandma. She was a real conservative woman who believed the bible word for word. As a result, I was extremely sheltered from the shows I watched and music I listened too to clothes and even the kinds of friends I could have. One day I was sitting in my room playing video games when my grandma had come in. “Matt, she said, I have some bad news. Your great uncle John passed away this morning”. My great uncle John was my grandma’s brother. I heard a lot about him but because he lived so far away, I had never actually meet him. “That’s terrible” I replied. “I have to go help with the funeral arrangements and will be gone for a few days” she said. I chimed in, “But my game is tomorrow.” I was on the baseball team and we were one game away from going to the state finals. “I know”, she replied. “I made arrangements for you to stay with Jennifer while I’m away. So go ahead and get you bags packed, we will be leaving soon.” Jennifer was my grandma’s friend from work. She also has a son and daughter. Her son Frank is my brothers’ best friend and Katie is her daughter, but she lives with her dad. I never really hung out with either of them, but Frank would on occasion let me tag along when he and my brother would go to the park or fishing. Like most boys my age I went back to playing my video game instead of packing tell I herd my grandma shout, “are you ready yet? I don’t want to miss my flight.” I jumped up and quickly through some things in my bag and was out the door. We arrived at Jennifer’s house shortly after 7pm. My grandma and Jennifer talked for a few minutes the grandma kissed me good by and left. Jennifer led me to Katies room. Since she was only there every other weekend there wouldn’t be any issue. I put my bag on the bed then went to the kitchen for supper. We made small chit chat at the diner table. Frank asked how my brother was doing in the Army. Jennifer asked about school and baseball. After eating Frank and I started wrestling around. It wasn’t much of a challenge since Frank was 6’1 and muscular and I was 5’4 and 120 pounds, but it was still fun. That is until we bumped the coffee table and red kool-aid spilled all over me. Jennifer yelled angerly, “You two get that messed cleaned up now! Then you (referring to me) go get in the shower and bring me those clothes so I can try and get the stain out.” We got the messed cleaned up and I went to my room and that’s when I noticed that the only clothes I packed was my baseball uniform. No underwear, no socks, nothing. I went to Jennifer and said, “I forgot to pack a change of clothes.” Jennifer: “Well, go ahead and get in the shower and I will see what I can find for you. “OK” I replied and headed for the shower. As I finish my shower and start dying off, I hear a knock on the door. I wrap my towel around me and said, “come in”. Jennifer comes in and say’s, “I’m sorry Matt, but the only thing that I have that will fit you is some of Katie’s underwear.” “What, I can’t wear women’s underwear,” I protested. “Well, you can’t go around naked either and since you didn’t pack any clothes you will just have to deal with it”. She said, then laid the panties and one of Franks t shirts down on the counter and left. I could not believe it. I am basically being forced to wear girls’ panties. I’m a boy I thought to myself. I can’t wear these. “Hurry up” came a shoot. I reluctantly picked up the panties and looked at them. They were white with a pink floral pattern and pink leg bands. I slowly put them on sand slid them up my legs. I immediately noticed how much different they felt than my whitey tighties and how differently I looked in them. The soft fabric was snug around my privates and the bikini cut only covered part of my cheeks. As I stand there looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but notice how girly my butt looks. Already embarrassed I quickly put-on Frank’s shirt which thankfully went down to my knees. I exit the bathroom to find Jennifer waiting. “Hand me your clothes so I can go put them in the laundry”, she said. I hand them to her and go to the living room ware Frank was sitting. “Were just fixing to watch a movie, want to join?” he asked. “Sure,” I replied and went and laid down on the floor facing the tv. When Jennifer came in Frank started the movie. About midway through the movie Jennifer got up and said, “I’m going to bed. You don’t stay up to late.” Then looking at me she said, “You may want to pull you shirt down. Your panties are showing.” She gave a little grin then left. I was so caught up in the movie that I had completely forgot about wearing them. I pulled my shirt down and started watching the movie again. I guess at some point I feel asleep because I woke up to the feel of some one touching me. As I came to I realized that it was Frank. He had pushed my shirt up and was softly rubbing my butt. Frank wasn’t aware that I had woke up and I just laid there quite and confused as he gently ran his hand from the small of my back down over my butt to the back of my legs then I could feel his fingers tracing then leg band of my panties then back up. Now at this point in my life although I knew about sex my knowledge was very limited. I had heard the term gay but didn’t know what it meant or that boy’s can have sex with each other. So I was very confused as to why he was rubbing my butt. I guess its because it looks so girly, but why did it feel so good? The questions and confusion keep swirling around in my head as I felt Franks hand at the top of my butt. He turned his hand so that the palm was at the top and his fingers were going in between my checks. He gently rubbed his hand down following the curve of my butt until his fingers were ware my legs connected. I don’t know why but for some reason I let out a soft moan and lifted my butt up. This action startled Frank who was now well aware that I was awake. “I’m sorry Matt, I didn’t mean to, I mean” he said stuttering his words. “Why were you rubbing my butt?” I asked. Continuing to stutter his words he replied, “ I didn’t mean to its just that, your butt looks so good in those panties. It looks just like a girls but. I just wanted to feel it. I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell, my mom would kill me.” “I’m not going to tell”, I replied, “ it actually felt kind of good. “It did?” he asked “Yes” I replied. “Do you want me to keep doing it?” he asked I nodded my head yes and laid back down. That was all the invitation Frank needed. He placed his hand back on my butt and this time with out the fear of waking me rubbed me a little more firmly. His large hands basically covered my entire backside as I lay there enjoying all the new feelings running through my body. He gently cups and squeezes my butt then continues rubbing up and down pushing his fingers into the crack of my panties covered hind end. His large fingers gently squeezing and rubbing me caused my thingy to get hard only adding to my confusion. Why am I getting hard from having my butt rubbed? I thought to myself. It just didn’t make ant sense. But it felt so good. Frank then added to my confusion when I felt his hand go in between my legs. Instinctively I lifted my hips and allowed him access as he started to rub my hard thing then he would go back to my butt. He kept rubbing back and forth for a few minutes then I felt his hand go on to the small of my back and his fingers start to work there way under my panties. What are you doing?” I asked “Shhh, just relax.” he whispered as he continued working his hand into my panties. I could feel his fingers making there way down my crack to my hole. When his fingertip rubbed against my hole a shiver ran through my whole body. I had never felt anything like that before. Emboldened by my reaction he continued rubbing his finger against my hole, gently circling the hole with his fingertips then rubbing firmly across the opening. Started to let out soft moans and rock my hips to meet his hand. Frank leaned over and whispered in my ear, “dose that feel good?” “MMM yeah” was all I could reply. Frank then pulled his hand out and started rubbing across my panties again. Then with his hand back at the small of my back he started to push down my panties slowly. Although I was still confused, I made no objection. He pushed my panties down just below my cheeks then started rubbing my bare bottom and down under may panties to my bare thingy and back up. He done this a few times then I heard something that sounded like him spiting. Then I felt his fingers return to my hole only this time they were wet. Oh my god, I thought he is rubbing his spit on my butthole. “How’s that feel?” he asked “Gross” I replied, “but also kind of good” He continued massaging my hole with his fingertip and it started feeling really good. Frank then took both hands and spread my checks apart. Then I felt the stubble from is facial hair and something big and wet against my hole. He’s not, Oh my god he is. He is licking my butthole. But before I could even wrap my mind around what he was doing I felt this sudden wave of pleasure rush through my body. Lifting my hips up to allow better access, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of his tongue. I could feel it going around the rim then push into my hole and back around the rim. With this new wave of pleasure, I was really startling to moan “Shh” Frank said, “You’re going to wake up my mom.” Trying not to moan so load with all the pleasure I was experiencing proved to be quite the challenge. Then I felt Franks finger return to my now spit saturated hole. Only this time he wasn’t rubbing my hole, he was pushing the tip in. “What are you doing?” I asked “Just relax” He replied, “I promise it will feel good. While still uneasy about it I let Frank continue. I didn’t know how it could feel good especially compared to his tongue, but I decided to trust him. Frank continued to gently work the tip of his finger in and out. Pushing a little deeper each time. At first it just felt weird then he pushed his finger about halfway in. “Ohh” I let out,” That hurts “Shh, just relax and push out like you’re trying to poop when I push in. I promise it will feel much better.” He said. Trusting him I did as he said. I felt his finger pushing in, I arched my but up and pushed out and I could feel his finger slid all the way in. It still hurt but not as bad. Frank keep his finger in place and reached under me and started to rub my thingy while my body got accustomed to the intruding digit. After about a minute my butt muscles started to relax, and Frank started to wiggle his finger around while pulling it half out and pushing it back in. As my hole lessened up he started to pump his finger faster. And just like promised it started feeling really good. Frank then stuck a second finger at my entrance and proceeded to push in. While the second digit went in easier there was still some pain that quickly subsided. Then the pleaser got even more intense. Frank started pumping his fingers into me faster and harder which caused me to start rocking my hips up to take his fingers in as deep as they could go. Then Frank leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Can I fuck you in the ass” Even though I did not know much about sex, I knew exactly what he was wanting to do. Why, I thought to myself? I’m a boy not a girl. And why would he want to put his thing in my Butt. I finally asked him why. He replied, “Because your little ass is so hot and because it would make me feel as good as im making you feel. So, what do you say?” I thought about it for a second. He did have a point. My but did look cute in those panties and he was making me feel really good, so it’s only fair I make him feel good as well. “OK” I replied. Frank then removed his fingers (leaving my hole feeling empty) stood up and removed his shorts. Wow, Franks thing was huge (at least compared to mine). His thing was about six and a half inches and thick. I thought to myself, that will never fit inside of my butt. I was kind of scared because if his fingers hurt as bad as they did, how much pain would that thing cause. Terrified I wanted to back out, but I was raised by the saying a mans word is his bond and if you make a promise you have to keep it. Frank leaned over and gave my hole a few more licks then left a big glob of spit at the entrance. He then moved behind me, spit on his hand and rubbed the spit onto his thing. Leaning over I could feel the tip against my crack. He whispered, “just relax, I promise I will take it slow. While I trusted him, his words did little to ease the fear. He placed the tip at my entrance and started to push in. “oww oww oww, it hurts” I cried out. Frank stopped and started rubbing his thing up and down my crack. Feeling his large member in between my check as he humped me felt amazing. After a few minutes of humping Frank lined himself back up with my entrance. With a new determination to let him stick his thingy in my butt, I reached my hands back and pulled my cheeks apart, raised my hips and just like before pushed out. I could feel his member start to slid in. Just like with his fingers, Frank would push in a little then pull back out. After a few tries he had the head in, and it was pushing up against something that was keeping it from going further. I latter found out that it is called the anal ring. Frank continued to gently push in and pull out, pushing a little harder each time tell with a sharp pain his thing finally pushed through. Oh, it hurt so bad. But I kept my checks spread and my but, in the air, and Frank continued to push deeper into me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore; I could feel Franks pubs and I knew he was almost in. I clenched my jaw and pushed my butt up while he was pushing in tell I felt his hips firmly against my cheeks. I have never felt so full. Having his thing inside of me, although it hurt, it almost felt as though it belonged there. Just like with his fingers Frank held in place letting me get use to the intrusion. “Let me know when I can go”, he said. “ok” I replied. After a few minutes, the pain was pretty well gone. I started to rock my hips up and down a little letting Frank know I was ready. Frank pulled back almost all the way out. I could feel every contour of his swollen member as he slowly withdrew then he gently pushed all the way back in. He repeated this process a few times and each time my hole would loosen up a little more. Soon he was sliding in and out with easy, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in as far as he could go. Between the feeling of the fullness, his thing sliding in and out and what ever he was hitting in there it started to feel really good. Frank continued trusting into me as I started to rock my hips to meet his thrust. A warm feeling of pleaser coursing through my body each time he bottomed out into my quivering hole. Frank had to constantly reminded me to keep it down, but it was no use. As the rush of pleaser coursed through me, I felt like what can only be described as an explosion inside of me. I recognized this feeling from when I would play with myself, but this was far more intense. My body started shacking, my muscles tightened up and started convulsing. The convulsing inside my butt put Frank over the edge and with one final push as hard and as deep as he could go, Frank started Cumming. The way Frank was pushing into me and squeezing my hips and the feeling of his of his thing jumping around inside of me while he unleashed his seed just prolonged my orgasm. I collapsed onto the floor, with Frank laying on top of me, lightheaded, exhausted and in a state of absolute bliss. We lay there for a minute breathing hard, neither of us saying anything. I could feel his thing going soft inside of me until it finally slipped out. I felt a strange sense of disappointment that it was over. I wanted him to stay inside of me. I wanted this feeling to last forever. Frank rolled off to the side of me, placed his hand on my butt and rubbed a little, then said, “That was amazing. You have a great little butt.” I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as I replied, “yes it was” Frank then said, “we better go get in bed before we get caught” He then kissed the top of my head and pulled my panties back up over my butt, then gave it a little squeeze. I got up and went to go to the bathroom. It felt like my legs were jello. My insides seemed vacant and hollow and it was at that time that I noticed my panties were completely soaked with cum. I went to Katie’s room and grabbed a clean pair and hid the cum soaked ones. My new pair of panties were white with a purple floral pattern. I went to the bathroom and got cleaned up. I could not believe how much cum Frank had shot inside of me. I finished cleaning up and went to bed. The days events running through my head. I could help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction and pride about how I was able to take his thing inside of me and make him cum just like a girl. The next morning, I woke up to the smell of Jennifer’s cooking. I got up; my butt was still a little swore reminding me that last night was not a dream. I walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table. Frank was already at the table and smiled when I walked in. “Good morning,” Jen said, “Did you sleep good?” “Yes,” I replied “So, how’s your little butt this morning?” she asked A look of terror spread of Frank’s and my face as Jennifer explained, “I woke up because I herd a noise last night and imagine my surprise when I look into the living room and see Frank with his fingers in your butt.” “I can explain,” Frank tried to cut in but was immediately silenced by his mom. She continued, “I was so filled with shock and rage that I was just about to come in there and beat the hell out of you. Then I herd Matt’s moans and stopped, and I got to say Matt, you looked so cute with your panties pulled down rocking pushing your little hips up to meet his hand. It honestly reminded me of the first time Jim (Franks dad) fucked me in the ass.” “What”, I said shocked by what I had just herd. Jim put his thingy in your butt too?” “Yes” she replied, “and it cock. I think after what you experienced last night your mature enough to say it. And based on what I saw, you loved it as much as I did. All though Jim was not as gentle with me as Frank was with you. We finished eating with very few words said. Then Jennifer looked at me and said, “you better hurry up and go get ready little missy, or you’re going to be late for your game.” I went into the bathroom and started to undress when I realized, she had called me little missy. Why would she call me that? She knows I’m not a girl. Was she just teasing me? I looked into the mirror and I did look kind of like a girl standing there in just a pair of panties. I’ve always been short and thin and not just in the height category. The lack of a bulge in my panties made me look even more feminine. Then I started wondering what I would look like without the bulge. I reached into my panties and pushed my thing between my legs. Wow I really do look like a girl now. As all these thoughts were running through my head, then I here a knock on the bathroom door,” Your clothes still haven’t been washed yet, so hers you a clean pair of panties. Now hurry up young lady,” Jennifer said as she closed the door. Why was she teasing me I asked myself as I climbed out of the shower. I looked down at the panties Jennifer had brought in and they were pink with white polka dots. With all the questions swirling around in my head for some reason putting these panties on made everything seem alright, like I was meant to wear them. More to cum!!!!!

May Maple, a novice Pokémon Trainer from Littleroot Town in Hoenn, had just won her fourth Gym badge, defeating the Fire type Leader Flannery. She could now challenge her father Norman, who was the Gym Leader of Petalburg. She was confident of winning there, actually, as her Combusken was showing signs of being close to evolution- namely, he was sprouting more feathers on his upper back. However, there were also other signs, of a sexual nature. May thought it was a good thing to have Torchic, now a Combusken grow a lot by battling, perhaps neglecting to have a more even development of her entire team. This made Combusken display more courage, but also want to be the leader. As he entered the start of his process of sexual maturation earlier due to his quick development, his view of May expanded to his appreciation of her attractive body. Since he wasn’t exposed to many other humanoid Pokémon, most of his sexual fantasies revolved around her. They were further fueled by his successful peeping on May when she was taking her clothes off to swim in the sea. She had never directly caught him watching her undress, but she did see him out of his Pokéball shortly after those times, realizing he has been coming out of it as a habit. Furthermore, her happy-go-lucky attitude and a lack of habit to research Pokémon behavior in greater detail, such as breeding habits, led her to be unaware of the potential for a newly evolved Blaziken to be aggressively focused on sex, particularly if he has had to contain his urges for some time before evolution. Thus, the busty brunette was at first happy to see her Combusken turn into a muscular, tall Blaziken, but soon, happiness at his evolution, and at his win over Norman’s Slaking, was replaced with shock, as he triumphantly screeched, and faced her, flexing his muscles while displaying a massive, red dick which had already humbled her dad, causing his jaw to drop and face to blush. “U-um...Blaziken...that’s a bit...” May began, not sure exactly what words would best describe this situation, but the tall, strong fiery rooster had no patience for explanations. He chose to force matters by grabbing hold of May’s breasts, groping them through the fabric of her red top, squeezing firmly, but making sure his claws wouldn’t cut into her flesh. May moaned, her face contorting as she tried to suppress the moan by biting her lip, very embarrassed to be in this situation in front of her father. She was a novice when it came to sexuality, but interest in the topic had been growing over the past few months. She just didn’t expect the first one to interact with her sexually would be her starter Pokémon! ” Don’t, she will be in pain...you’re too big...”, Norman tried to dissuade Blaziken from advancing on his daughter, and got a harsh stare in return. The Fire/Fighting type removed his clawed hands from May’s breasts, only to assume a fighting stance in front of Norman, clearly prepared to go violent if the man insisted in denying him the right to mate, here and now. Norman was freshly beaten in a Pokémon battle, and would have to face this fierce creature with his bare hands. He was smart enough not to say or do anything. Huffing, Blaziken turned around and resumed what he had started, now using his claws to rip open May’s clothes. Norman feared she would be left bleeding, but she had no traces of injuries, and was amazed by his precision. He had made her nearly naked, though. She trembled, as the realization of her impending first time hit her. Blaziken moved to rip off the final clothing items covering the brunette’s pussy and breasts- her underwear, both items white. His left hand yanked her panties off, while his right reached behind her back to rip the strings holding the bra in place. The resulting sight was beautiful- May’s curvy body illuminated by the sunlight coming through the Gym window, her jutting breasts fully exposed, her nipples poking out a bit, while down below, her pussy had a bit of a bush above the entrance, which was now slightly moist. Blaziken smirked and grew even harder, now truly aware of the reasons why he had fantasized about making May his. Wasting no time, he cupped her breasts, licking her face and neck, and in response, his Trainer kissed his beak, triggering a tonguing kiss, which Blaziken assumed human females liked, since May kept emitting squeals of pleasure and spread her legs, revealing a very wet pussy. She arched herself into his warm body, and Blaziken knew she had accepted her fate, continuing to give her pleasure, by groping her breasts and sucking on them. He maneuvered her body to be in the right position to get impaled on his long, thick shaft. Norman felt terrible for having a boner while watching this, but he couldn’t wave it away. He had to admit his daughter was beautiful. It was worrisome to think if she could handle sex with a Pokémon, but at least the Petalburg Gym Leader was somewhat calmed down by realizing she had given Blaziken consent. And he took the opportunity, thrusting upwards to penetrate May’s vagina from behind, holding her firmly, as she winced at the pain she felt in the beginning. Norman saw traces of blood leaking out from her pussy, and could only hope things got better for his daughter. And indeed, after some time, the pained facial expression left May’s face, something Blaziken felt through the relaxation of her body in his hands. At that point, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, causing May to cry out from increasing arousal and pleasure. It was his first time, not just hers, but somehow, Blaziken knew how to make May feel good, guided by subconscious, genetic knowledge of erotic pleasure. “Ahhh! Y-yes...right there! Ohhh, Blaziken...” He could tell that hitting a certain spot in her vagina always caused her to express her delight loudly. Norman realized Blaziken had found May’s G-spot, and couldn’t help but begin to jack off, deep inside knowing he was sexually outclassed by the Pokémon, as May orgasmed from the constant kisses and thrusts into her. Her body would go rigid for about a minute, before her muscles would relax, until a new orgasm hit. However, there would be an interruption which would change things drastically. One of the Trainers in the Gym heard loud moans and screams coming from the main arena, and came to investigate. He saw a Pokémon fucking a young brunette. Since he was in shock, and didn’t notice Norman masturbating because his view of the leader was obstructed, he failed to realize sex was consensual. Norman hadn’t told him the challenger was his daughter, and thus, the Trainer rushed in, suspecting rape. ” Get away from her, you beast!”, he yelled, running in to try and punch the Pokémon, who of course, objected to this intrusion. ” N-no! W-wait! He’s...”, May spoke, trying to prevent the misreading of the situation by both Pokémon and human alike. She was too slow, though. Blaziken turned around, still buried to the hilt in May, punched the male in the gut, and swiftly hooked his right arm around the neck of the light brown-haired Trainer, before he could even register May’s objection. The dragon sleeper was locked in, with immediate, lethal effect. What Blaziken did next, was even more shocking. He continued thrusting into May, who couldn’t help but moan in confused pleasure, even as she looked at the fading resistance of the trapped Trainer. The fiery bird even ignored Norman’s pleas to let the offending Trainer live. Blaziken was too close to ejaculation, and there was a way to set it off, and show his strength off. CRK-POP The upwards flex of Blaziken’s bicep and the resulting hard snap of the male Ace Trainer’s neck happened just as he used his left arm to pull up May for a kiss, which made this whole situation extremely confusing for her. She enjoyed the feeling of Blaziken’s penis firing hot cum into her womb, but even as the kiss was wonderful, the murder of another human being was very wrong. Yet, Blaziken seemed to enjoy his own strength, flexing his biceps in front of her. As Norman held his head in his hands, his daughter feared this was her fault. She didn’t think about the personality traits common in certain Pokémon types, not until now. Blaziken’s actions made sense, when she connected fire to passion, and fighting to competitiveness and leadership. The Trainer whose neck Blaziken had just snapped was a competitor preventing Blaziken from showing his full passion for May. So, he showed his fighting skills off, by eliminating the threat. The kill also emphasized his passion for fighting, as he seemed to enjoy the way how he performed the dragon sleeper, all the way to the neck snap which killed his victim. A bit lost in the pleasure of ejaculation into his Trainer, the Fire/Fighting type didn’t register Norman leaving the arena in a stressed-out state, after he heard his wife Caroline calling him in a worried tone of voice, after she heard all the noise from the Gym. Caroline was as pale as a ghost upon hearing Norman’s version of the tragic events. Even though May was apparently unharmed and even had consensual sex, Caroline rushed into the arena alongside Norman. She witnessed the tall, muscular Pokémon groping and suckling on her daughter’s breasts, blushing at the rather embarrassing sight. However, upon noticing a Trainer’s corpse, she turned serious. “I will not let a savage killer be with my daughter! May, where is his Pokéball? He must be banished away from humans!” Caroline was stern, and May actually started reaching for her belt where the item was located, but it was the Pokémon who stopped the woman’s ideas of having him arrested and sent away from human habitations. Caroline was an attractive woman in her early thirties, and this decided his treatment of her. Instead of a brutal attack, Blaziken simply grabbed her dress, and shot small embers to burn the fabric away, making the panicked woman scream, although she calmed down somewhat when she realized he was quite accurate and simply ruined her clothing, leaving her in a red bra and panties. Caroline knew what this meant, and a look downwards proved her right. Blaziken was as hard as he was when he took May- this shocked Norman the most, who was quite dismayed by the reality of the avian creature taking his wife, next. He knew no human could compare to this Blaziken- that stamina and strength, that length and exotic allure were going to get him any woman he wanted. “Please, no... we promised each other until death...”, Norman said, pointing to the ring on his and Caroline’s middle finger, as he still pleaded with the Fire/Fighting Pokémon. Blaziken simply shook his head, indicating he wasn’t interested in any commitments between humans. The mention of death actually gave him an effective way of breaking all resistance in Norman. Pushing him down to his knees, he crossed his legs behind the Gym Leader’s head while forcing his erection into his mouth. A forceful squeeze of those muscular legs was a clear threat. May watched with unrestrained awe and amazement as her dad sucked Blaziken off, while Caroline moaned into his beak, spreading her legs as he fingered and groped her, after having removed her bra and panties. Her starter Pokémon quickly ensured the compliance of both humans, particularly of her mother through skillful touches, and this made May begin to finger herself with excitement. When Caroline orgasmed from a particularly pleasurable suckling of her nipples, barely avoiding a fall from the loss of muscle control, Blaziken was ready to move onto the next part of his conquest of May’s family. It would end badly for Norman. The stud pulled his wet erection from the man’s mouth, and immediately thrust into his wife’s mouth, while picking up Norman by the neck and legs, only to place him across the muscular back, the worried man facing up. Blaziken gradually pulled down on the human’s neck and legs, causing him to whine from increasing pain, while his wife moaned from the facefucking she was getting. She thought the painful hold on her husband was a way to ensure she completed the act of cheating him. However, Blaziken already knew she would do it, and intended to break Norman in half just because it was a way to strongly assert dominance. The man also needed to be punished for annoying Blaziken with verbal protests, when he lacked the courage to actually do anything to fight for his daughter and wife. The Blaziken forcefully stretched Norman’s back in one powerful pull, and simultaneously hilted himself balls-deep inside Caroline’s mouth, causing her to let out muffled moans and lick his massive balls, just before multiple cracks of Norman’s spine froze her and May. It was too late to save Norman, who yelped several times, as his body twitched, before his flopping ceased, and legs went completely limp. During that dance of suffering, Blaziken shot a few spicy loads into Caroline’s waiting mouth, but used all of his focus to avoid firing all the seed he had. The complete conquest of this woman awaited. Blaziken pulled out from her mouth, letting her get her breath back and swallow the cum in her throat, while laying down a crippled Norman behind himself on the ground. May ran down to check on her father, and, after checking he was alive, but paralyzed, looked at Blaziken with deep sadness, to what he reacted by flexing his toned arms and suckling on her breasts lightly. He thought he could replace her father entirely. While May dealt with the realization of her father’s fate, Blaziken set Caroline down, already preparing to penetrate her. While she did not resist, her tearful eyes and constant looking in Norman’s direction told him she was concerned. An inquisitive caw was answered by her plea: “Please, don’t leave him to suffer. He is a good man.” Blaziken nodded after some time, and placed Norman’s head so that his face was almost touching the Fire/Fighting type’s ballsack, before wrapping thick red-yellow legs around the man’s head. A firm order to the man preceded the first thrust into Caroline, whose hands were pinned by May’s starter Pokemon, while his beak went to May’s mouth. Caroline was amazed by how deep the Pokemon reached inside of her, and arched into him, while Norman gave in, licking and sucking on the balls of the deadly stud. All of this led to an explosion of sexual passion, as Blaziken began groping the breasts of both females, while also making out with one, then the other. His hips gyrated, adding to Caroline’s pleasure, and at the same time making the balls worshipped by Norman swing around on his face. Caroline’s ecstatic cries became louder and louder, as she experienced overloading pleasure, regretfully having to admit to herself that Norman could not do to her what May’s Blaziken was doing right now. “Oh, yesss...! Please, more, faster...Blaziken... I’m so close to cumming...!” Blaziken heard the intense words of Caroline, and decided she had been won over; thus, he could mark the occasion by ejaculating into her. His right hand swung back, and grabbed Norman’s hard-on, pumping it through his trousers, eliciting groans from the surprised male. In contrast with this, Blaziken tightened the squeeze on Norman’s neck, preparing to end his life, and leave himself as the sole man in Caroline and May’s lives. When pinching of May’s clit caused her to orgasm and scream loudly, Blaziken was already making the final thrusts into her mom. One feral cry came, a Flamethrower shot up into the ceiling, a groan from Norman, and then, a hard twist and crack. As Caroline felt her own body sink into the land of bliss, her juices mixed with Blaziken’s cum, as his dick fired all the seed his balls stored. May was in her own orgasmic throes, fueled by the Pokémon kissing her mother after the Flamethrower of triumph, but also, the snapping of her dad’s neck. Both Caroline and May were amazed by the strength of Blaziken’s legs, and stared at Norman’s twitching body, but Blaziken jerked his hips upwards, ending anything left of the man’s life, while tonguing intensely with Caroline. Meanwhile, he was still cumming in her- it took time for him to finish. When May’s turn for kissing came, Blaziken twisted her dead father’s neck again, causing a new snap, and the young brunette gasped pleasurably into his mouth, Blaziken realizing his deadly moves now turned on the females. While making out with his Trainer, he twisted the trapped neck several more times, breaking it wherever he could. When he finally got up and pulled out of Caroline, Blaziken noticed the front of Norman’s trousers had a dark spot. Turning him over, he smirked, pointing to evidence of Norman cumming before his death, something which made Caroline smile. Blaziken had his own ideas on how to continue dominating the females he had just claimed as his, and it all began with him grabbing Caroline’ left arm, as he pushed her down, keeping the limb pointing upwards. He had locked in a straight armbar, and looked at the woman, who didn’t fight back, despite evident discomfort. She nodded, giving the fiery bird consent to break her arm. Blaziken applied devastating force instantly, causing an agonizing scream from Caroline, after the targeted limb snapped at the shoulder. Quickly, he kissed her afterwards, feeling his hard-on return as he gave the woman some sweet, sexy pain and pleasure. There were other noises- May was fingering herself at the sight of this hold, and Blaziken was eager to use his submission holds knowledge to break her, too. He quickly tackled his Trainer, and following her gasp of delight, leaned back, trapping her left leg under his right armpit, while his long legs fixated it. He pulled back and to the side, snapping the bones and ligaments in her foot, making a triumphant cry as he showed off his skill. May screamed in pain, immediately realizing she wouldn’t be able to walk now. It was so easy for Blaziken to do this to anyone. His face looked so focused, too, and his penis stood proud, fueled by physical domination. He saw her amazement at his quick sexual regeneration, and swiftly released her broken foot, jumping on top of her with an overwhelming kiss. Within moments, he penetrated her pussy, and began giving it to her, hard...

Team Rocket grunts were causing quite the chaos in Azalea Town, as they tried to steal Pokémon and valuables from inhabitants in a rather bold operation. As the attack happened in the morning, the townspeople were caught by surprise. Amongst them was a young man of a relatively fragile appearance named Stephen. His face trembled in fear, not just from the severity of the situation, but also from the thought of what might happen if he released the occupant of the only Poké Ball he had on him. A Machop that took fighting too seriously. He used to be under the guidance of a strong martial arts master. However, a local mobster had attacked the old man at his home. Stephen was caught in the crossfire, but his appearance, as if fated, distracted the attackers, who had already killed the Machop's owner, sufficiently to allow the Machop to unleash his fury. By the end of his horrific revenge, the men would have drastically altered anatomies, and Stephen had a strange protector- the Machop may have felt that the boy was too weak to survive on his own, and, still under some influence of his departed master's noble teachings, wished to go with the boy. The creature, although at peak physical condition even for a Machop, and being taller than an average specimen, had suffered severe mental stress, which would shape his view on the world and himself, almost from the moment of his master's death. As he gradually entered puberty, the Machop began experiencing sexuality. A sign of evolution becoming closer and closer, he would find arousal in something that was dangerous: combat, injury and destruction. Stephen wished to help the Pokémon that had protected him by providing conditions for the Pokémon to train himself- ranging from sandbags, dummies and instructional video tapes. However, during these training sessions, the Machop would get an erection. Stephen had seen this, and thought of this as weird, but would not say anything. He had no clear idea of what was normal for a human when it came to sexual matters, let alone a Pokémon. What was happening, in fact, was that the unbridled violence Machop had resorted to on that fateful day, became the focal point of his sexuality. Stephen remembered the first time the Machop had truly shocked him out of his wits, before he gripped that Poké Ball, having no other choice, as a few thugs advanced at him and a group of other people: The young man, not really cut out for a true Pokémon Trainer journey due to health reasons, had attempted to reach a Pokémon researcher that had at that point, been studying the health of wild Pokémon on routes close to Goldenrod. He hoped to find a job as one of his assistants, since he had picked up a lot of general medical knowledge from his stays at hospitals. At one point, he heard a loud voice calling him out: ˝Hey, you there! Let’s fight! ˝ Turning his head to face the source of the voice, the brown-haired male noticed a trainer with a very excited, and confident look on his face. He wore a cap turned backwards. Stephen was no trainer, and despite having that one Poké Ball, his response was predictable: ˝I do not fight…this Pokémon had lots his master…I was accidentally there…now it’s with me.˝ ˝Wimp! You’re scared of losing, huh? Call the Pokémon out, or I will make you!˝, the trainer was very aggressive. Stephen tried to stay calm and responded persistently: ˝I’m no Trainer, again. I have no Pokédex, or a Trainer’s license.˝ ˝Bullshit!˝, the other one shouts, and comes right at Stephen, punching him in the nose, as he also tried to take the Poké Ball away from him. ˝If you won’t fight, I’ll take the Pokémon! You don’t deserve it! ˝, the impulsive bully shrieked, as he tried to grip the spherical object. Stephen winced, as the punch connected with his mouth, but the resistance he gave to the attempt of the cap-wearer to take the Poké Ball, would be crucial. In the tug-of-war, the button that releases the Pokémon was pressed by accident, while the item itself ultimately rolled out onto the ground. Both Stephen and the violent trainer looked at the flash of light that soon took the shape of a Machop. ˝Wow, a Machop! I’ll add you on my team- you are wasted on this loser! ˝, the trainer said, as he was positively surprised and stoked by the thought of having a potential powerhouse on his team. However, the Superpower Pokémon certainly did not reciprocate the feeling. Seeing his protégé of sorts on the ground, dazed and holding his mouth, with the boy standing over him, told the Machop that this person had attacked Stephen. The Machop grit his teeth, killing the boy with his look, first. The boy reached for a Poké Ball of his own, but it was too late. Leaping with speed, the Machop kneed the vicious Trainer in the head, almost knocking him out right then and there. Stephen was stressed, but this was okay. The Machop protected him, and taught the Trainer a lesson. When the Machop clenched his fists and went closer to the downed male, Stephen realized something was dangerously wrong. ˝Don’t! He’s out! We can leave, Machop- he’ll be regretting this enough.˝, the frail teenager tried to talk the Fighting type out of further violence. A sharp ˝Ma-chop! ˝ told him the creature disagreed with him on the amount of punishment the attacker deserved. Stephen had no chance to stop him. He could only watch. As the attacker’s head rose slightly, a sign that he was regaining his senses a bit, the Machop gripped his left ankle in his right hand while falling down to the ground as his feet locked around the leg. Stephen knew immediately what the move was. With unwavering control and skill, the Pokémon fixated his legs on the targeted limb, having previously tucked the ankle and foot under his right armpit, and then pulled back, while also twisting sideways the lower leg of the Trainer in a perfect heel hold. A wet [i]CRRKK [/b ]was mixed with the instantaneous scream of the boy, as his whole body flailed from the overload of pain caused by the ripping of tendons and bone in the attacked leg. The Machop groaned…it was an indicator of pleasure. Quickly, his penis began to stir. He wanted more. Stephen had gotten up in the meantime, and could see the hard-on forming in the Machop. His eyes inflated, and the lower jaw dropped in complete shock. The injured Trainer tried to grab one of the Poké Balls that were attached to his belt, but the Machop wouldn’t have any of that. Grabbing the right hand of the boy with his left, the Machop slid his right hand underneath the targeted limb, and then gripped his own left hand, before sharply torqueing the trapped arm away from the boy’s body. The boy immediately began to cry, and when the arm snapped grotesquely, he began convulsing hard, as he could barely speak ˝Please…call him away…please…! ˝ The pain had paralyzed his vocal chords after the first few sharp cries. Stephen nodded, and as he came out of his dazed state, he looked for the Poké Ball. However, he wouldn’t get to recall the Machop in time. The creature’s boner had grown immensely from that arm lock, and, as he sought ejaculation, he saw Stephen looking for the Poké Ball. Not wanting to be denied his pleasure, he went for the kill swiftly. Reaching forward and around the head of the crying Trainer, the Machop put him into a neck lock. At first just squeezing and pulling back slowly, choking the boy out, the muscular Pokémon must’ve seen his fellow traveller grab the red-white sphere, or heard him. Whatever had happened, the outcome was not in doubt. [b] CRAACKRCK! The Machop had pulled back on the cap-wearing Trainer with mighty force while keeping the head trapped in his bulging arm, finishing him off by snapping the neck in one go. Stephen could only see the trainer spasm briefly, before his body fell limp. He was about to save his attacker by activating the Poké Ball, but, it wasn’t meant to be. He could only think about what would happen to him if the police caught him. As Stephen thought of what to do, the Machop fucked the dead boy’s mouth, thrusting violently as he enjoyed his deadly superiority over a human. Soon, he cried out in sheer pleasure, and to the consternation of Stephen. He not only ejaculated into the corpse, but also used his legs this time to break more vertebrae in that neck, in what looked like head scissors. Stephen could now understand it fully- the Machop enjoyed killing with his body. The look on his face, a mix of focus similar to the one when he was training himself and sexual lust gave the impression that the creature used his victim as a live practice for some of the techniques he had learned. ˝How will I avoid jail now…you are with me, and have just killed a human.˝, Stephen asked, in a rather resigned tone, full of worry, and discontent. As he turned around to squarely face the Machop, he was carrying the corpse at great speed. ˝W-what…? ˝, the boy was at a loss for words. The tireless muscles allowed the Stage 1 Pokémon to reach a nearby hill soon. Out of Stephen’s sight, he crushed the three Poké Balls of the dead Trainer, before launching his body into the hill. Stephen had contemplated running away, as it would take a few minutes for Machop to come back. Maybe calling the police. He was afraid they would still charge him, though. In his indecisiveness, he wasted time. Machop came back, seeming friendly and even looking at his mouth and nose. Stephen felt unnerved by this. Was Machop just extremely protective? Either way, this event forever changed Stephen…[/i] Stephen said nothing, hoping that, in the chaos, he would not be identified as the one having released this deadly Machop. The Fighting type came out, and quickly saw Team Rocket grunts attacking everyone in sight. Gritting his teeth, he leapt towards a Rattata, connecting with a flying knee to send this common Pokémon into a large, sturdy house. An Ekans is caught as it attempts to wrap itself around the Machop, and hurled by the spinning fighter, as if he were competing in Olympic hammer throw. High and far the serpent goes, away from the area. Stephen is nervous, but so far, the Machop had attacked Pokémon only, and not with excessive brutality. An angry Rocket grunt makes a mistake that would change this. He throws a binding device at the Machop, thinking the light-based restraints would take care of this insolent creature. The Machop sneers, even as the restraint squeezes his torso and arms. However, within seconds, with a sharp cry, the Pokémon engorges his muscles, which exert tremendous force on the device, causing it to break immediately. Shocked to the point of figurative petrification, the grunt does not retreat in time, and is met with an angry face, before being tackled to the ground. Trying to push off the Machop is futile, and the left arm that he used to attempt this, pays the price first. With great speed, the Machop fixates it with his legs, as he moves to the side of his target. He pulls back with fury, completing the cross arm bar. The scream of the grunt was enough to grab the attention of civilians and other grunts, as it perfectly conveyed the pain he was experiencing from his crippled limb. While Stephen couldn’t watch the scene after that arm bar, the Machop had to act quickly. A Drowzee had showed up. Closing his eyes to deny it eye contact, the Machop moved to the head of the grunt, and as he thrashed from the pain, the Pokémon wrapped his right arm around the neck of the grunt so that his face was close to Machop’s right armpit. A dragon sleeper. The grunt resisted verbally, but Machop just jerked his bicep upwards. The loud, sick crack stunned even the Drowzee, let alone the townspeople, some of which had begun to cheer on the small, but mighty Pokémon. Turned on by that nice, fast-paced submission hold combo, Machop had a boner, and wanted more. The dangerous Drowzee had already attempted a Confusion attack. Feeling the pain and disorientation already, the Machop looks around for solutions. Here, Stephen empathizes with the Pokémon, and instead of doing nothing, he tosses a wood splinter at the Drowzee, buying Machop critical seconds of time. The Machop looks at Stephen, and smiles slightly. Using the time, he manages to grab a Koffing that had floated to assist the Drowzee. The floating spheroid being is full of gases, and is prone to exploding. Machop knows this, and his left arm starts glowing, before sparkling commences. Stephen gasps. ˝Thunder punch.˝ , he realizes. It happens, as Machop launches the Koffing at the Drowzee with an electrified fist, even amidst newly growing pain in his head. He wills himself to jump away, and as the electrical charge starts a catastrophic chemical reaction with the gases constantly coming out of the levitating Poison type, the Machop tries to roll away, as his late master had taught him in a judo falling exercise. The desired explosion happens, and the fireball consumes the Drowzee, two grunts, and even a few of the people that were under attack by the thugs. Shrapnel and bone fragments cause more damage. Stephen is fortunately, only lacerated. Getting up after he managed to hide behind a small shed to avoid the full force of the blast, Stephen surveyed the area where the Machop would have been, even though his ears were ringing, and smoke obscured his vision. There was fire generating more smoke, and the boy thought that, as nothing indicated Machop was alive, this situation would be over. Apart from any surviving grunts, that is. Suddenly, he saw a faint light in the smoke. A strange, whitish light. The sound accompanying it was specific, though. He’d seen it before. Some Pokémon was likely evolving. Now, the frail boy was shocked. Could it be that Machop was going to become a Machoke? It could be a Pokémon belonging to the Grunts, which would be a considerable issue. Stephen just stood there, as the light grew brighter. Other survivors look at this, as they recover from the blast. Soon, the light glows no more, the sound of cells multiplying and tissues reshaping stops, and a thud lightly shakes the ground. A bluish, thick leg steps out of the smoke, before the body of the incredibly muscular Pokémon is visible in all of its glory. He has scars, but the Machoke looks strong, and victorious. One of the people that had cheered the Fighting type on during the battle is ecstatic to see him alive and stronger than ever before. The Machoke senses this. His briefs tent, as he beckons the fan to come to him, while cracking his knuckles. The male comes closer, having no idea what would happen to him. Machop had not only evolved physically, but his personality also changed. Self-adoration, the need to make others worship him, and deadly domination became the only important things to this creature. With a body like his, these goals would be quickly achievable. Very quickly.

In an old underground warehouse, location unknown... A secret and brutal fighting tournament was being held, for glory and money. Everyone who thought he stood a chance surviving to the end, entered. The crowd was rowdy, loud, and wanted to see a good fight. Everyone had their favorites, but they all just wanted to see action, blood, and even death. Their wishes were certainly being fulfilled. A black guy, barely out of his teens, but very muscular and quick, picked up his opponent in the air, with both hands, placed him on his shoulders. With a confident smirk to the ecstatic crowd, he tensed his muscles a bit, then leapt up in the air, and came back down, springing to his feet. The opponent, a middle-aged white man with a beard, came down hard onto the broad and firm shoulders of the young fighter. A cracking sound was heard, and the crowd went wild, cheering, whistling, and urging the fighter to finish the opponent off. Each man and woman had a different idea how should his opponent die. Even those that were respected individuals to the outside world, clamored for brutality in an animalistic frenzy. A particular girl in the crowd didn't demand anything, though, as she just cheered the amazing feats of strength preformed by the black competitor. She was having a hard time concealing something....the fighter had been arousing her since the first time she saw him. As a daughter of a rich man with connections, she could get in to watch. A year before, she saw this handsome fighter lose only by the decision of the crowd, in the quarter-finals, after both he and his opponent were alive, but too battered and exhausted to fight. This time, he was facing the current champion. Her fluids were slowly leaking during the dominant display of the fighter with African blood. That would change, when the fighter pulled his unfortunate opponent slightly up, and from behind, using both hands, twisted the champion's left arm with a kimura armlock, which was followed by a drawn out crunching sound, and a desperate scream. The girl was in awe of the display, and her pussy leaked harder. But, as pleasing this was to her, and the rest of the crowd, it was not the end. The now evident victor hooked his right arm under the neck of his victim, pulling the body up. He held his neck like that, in a tight vice, and the crowd went mad, knowing what would the poor champion's fate be. With a confident, but also sadistic smile, he looked over the crowd, at one moment it seemed he was looking right where the girl was. Her heart was beating fast, and her opening was leaking. The black guy's muscles were tensing, pulsating in short intervals as he tried to end the fight. With one final pull upwards on the neck, it snapped loudly, for everyone to hear, and all the spectators burst in a frenzy, hailing the victor's strength and brutality. When he broke the neck of the former champion, he smiled, showing how much he enjoyed all of this. Flexing his muscles, he greeted the crowd, and went to rest for some time, before the next fight. But the girl couldn't hold it. She had to haste, to the toilet, to cum there in peace. The images were so intense, she just had to. As her liquids flowed down, she thought...would it be possible to meet the fighter, at least once? He might not live the next fight, so she had to take her chances. In truth, she dreamed of being broken, like the champion. To be dominated, totally. She knew where the fighters' area was. She just needed to gather courage, and go. After a few minutes, the decision was made. She cleaned the mess up, and went to find the young fighter who made her go crazy... The young girl walked slowly down the corridor in which the quarters of every fighter were located, turning her head in all directions, trying to find the room with the handsome and exciting African fighter. She was not having the best of luck in doing this, and looked quite lost, after some time. She was afraid to ask for directions, but her lack of orientation bugged her a lot. All of a sudden, someone poked her right shoulder. The brunette jumped up, startled greatly by this, and turned around. An even bigger shock came: it was the African fighter himself! ˝Were you looking for someone?˝, he asked her, a noticeable African accent showing itself. It took the girl a while before she managed to get her thoughts straight, and reply: ˝Yes, a certain fighter...˝ She blushed slightly as she wasn't willing to admit that she looked for the very person in front of her, but she was very excited and happy to have met him. The fighter replied, with a subtle change in his voice:˝You're a fan of someone's?˝ A short affirmative nod answered his question. He smirked, and said: ˝Come to my room...I know you were looking for me.˝ The girl flinched, surprised that the black fighter figured everything out. ˝B-but how...did you know?˝, she asked, puzzled by the turn of events. ˝I'm the only fighter in this part of the corridor that is still in the tournament.˝, he replied, staring at her with a confident look. The girl's face expression changed when he explained this, her eyes bulged slightly. She said:˝Oh, I get it. My name is Lily.˝ Her breathing was erratic- she was excited, and turned on by the sight of this muscular African male. ˝You can call me Jake...pretty girl...˝, he said in a slightly seductive voice that also revealed his fierce nature. Lily blushed intensively, and her body started to tingle, as they came to Jake's room. Jake opened the door, and Lily followed. The room was very large. On one side, there was a simple bed, along with a desk, and a closet, and on the other, training equipment. The entire room reminded of Africa. Trophies of animals, a tiger skin rug, some ritual masks and spears... Lily looked around, wide-eyed and with open mouth. ˝This is...fascinating....˝, was all the girl managed to say. Jake smiled, and motioned her to sit on a chair close to the training equipment. As she did so, he asked teasingly: ˝What's a young, frail girl doing here, watching dangerous fights? Aren't you scared?˝ Lily replied:˝I like watching strong competitors fight with everything they have. I like the excitement, and the uncertainty of the battles˝ As she said this, a small trail of liquid went down her panties... The thought of Jake taking her was too much to resist. ˝Well, you chose your favorite well, Lily... I will dominate everyone else that's left...and win.˝, Jake said, flexing his muscles while throwing a glance at the floor. Lily barely noticed it. Jake looked around, seemingly showing curiosity, and then, he spoke: ˝I didn't know you liked me that much, Lily. But I'd love to take you...show you how strong black guys are...˝, Before Lily could process his words, he resumed: ˝I smelled your wetness. You're dripping, too.˝ He smirked, after surprising a shell-shocked Lily... Lily looked around in confusion, and then brought her head down, looking at her panties, and the floor. She was indeed dripping slightly, and she could smell her scent. Ashamed and caught, the young girl just blushed, gaining redness in her cheeks. She did fantasize about being taken and broken by Jake, but to be found out like this was embarrassing. She spoke shyly, muttering: ˝I got aroused watching you fight and destroy all those guys and... wanted to meet you. I thought I could control myself, but...my body is going crazy when thinking about you...˝ As she was talking, looking mostly at the floor, she didn't notice Jake do something... When she finished, and looked upwards for a brief moment, she saw him stand in front of her, with no clothes on except his tight black briefs. A large bulge was sticking out of them. Lily gasped in shock, caused by what Jake did...and the possible size of his ˝treasure˝. She eyed his muscular body carefully, trembling as she did so. His smirk seemed to make her lose any resistance, and she started taking her jacket off, and the young black stud said, teasing her with a dominating voice: ˝That's it...you want it... strip.˝ He stared at Lily the whole time while she was taking her clothes off, which made her leak more fluids, which dripped into a puddle on the floor. When she stripped so that only her white bra and panties remained, Jake picked her up, and lied down on the mat, close to where the training area was. Jake immediately ripped her bra off with one hand while using his mouth to lick and nibble at her neck. The girl moaned quietly, opening her mouth from the pleasuring shock she got. And it got better. Jake sucked one boomb while roughly groping the other one, moaning hornily as he did it. She was pinned under him, and he used this position to slide his left knee between her legs, to rub her groin. Her moans became very vocal when this happened, and her body wriggled under his assault. A grunt, uttered in confident satisfaction followed, and Jake removed her panties, tossing them aside. The black fighter kept rubbing her now exposed cunt, becoming rougher with his knee while sucking her breasts, switching from one to another every so often. Lily began pleading for more, soon after: ˝Oh...more...yes...So good, Jake...˝ her breath was short, full of excitement. Jake liked hearing her, and he groaned, in lust and satisfaction. Then, he grabbed her hips, turned her upside down, and put his head between her legs. Before Lily could adjust to the sudden change in position, Jake began eating her out, lapping at her with his tongue really fast. Lily began literally screaming in pleasure, flapping her arms about as she was being driven crazy by the skilled black youngster. He was creating so strong sensations within her, she was close to getting a very strong orgasm. ˝Jake...I'm gonna...cum...˝, she tried to warn him, but he just moaned, lapping faster and even nibbling at her clit. That paid off, as lily's body became stiff. She screamed loudly, and kept up at it for at least 10 seconds as her pussy exploded, sending juices into Jake's accepting mouth. He drank everything he could catch, and licked up anything left on his chin. Barely breathing after all that amazing stuff Jake did to her, Lily sputtered: ˝Oh... Jake...my body is yours...do what you want to me, you handsome black hunk...˝ Jake smiled at her, sensing she completely gave herself to him now. He lied on top of her again, and replied , with a dangerous look on his face: ˝Good girl... I know what you want.˝ He started kissing her, to which she replied by wrapping her arms around his torso, pulling him in. But while he was exploring her mouth, hie knee started hitting her pussy hard and fast. Lily moaned into his mouth, surprised at the feeling. But she didn't break the kiss. She moaned louder and louder, which turned Jake on, making him squeeze and crush her breasts without mercy, increasing the roughness in his treatment of her body. With each kiss, a brutal knee-strike came, and Lily moaned and screamed in pleasure, bucking her hips upwards, into him. She wanted it rough, and he gave it to her. In a matter of minutes, Lily exploded again, twitching on the mat, under a messy puddle. Jake roared like a beast engulfed by pleasure caused by her screams. He took his briefs off, and before Lily stood a thick, long pole of pleasure and domination. She drooled, when she saw it point at her. Jake quickly snapped her out of her trance, ordering her in a gruff voice:˝Get up...time for some pain.˝ She complied, getting up. On the ceiling of the training part ot the room, were steel bars. Jake came above her after going across the bars, gripping them with his hands. In one motion, he closed his legs around her neck. As she moaned, surprised by the position she found herself in, he sneered: ˝Like my cock? Choke on it, slut.˝, and adjusted his legs, followed by a thrust of his cock in her mouth, which was already opening. When it was inside of her mouth, Jake tightened the grip of his legs, grunting. He was hanging from a steel bar above Lily, in the perfect position to break her neck with his legs, and with his rock-hard cock in her mouth. The fun was just about to start. Lily groaned in depraved pleasure as her mouth was being abused by the thick, long pole of Jake. He held onto the metal bars above with ease, while swinging his body back and forth, so he could face-fuck the girl that gave herself to his power. His face radiated with complete dominance and confidence, and his grunts showed his pleasure, as he sped up, slowly tightening the hold of his legs on Lily's neck. ˝That's it...suck it, slave. Suck it harder, and I'll choke you with my legs...I'll give you pain, just like all those fighters.˝, he gave her incentives to please him more and more, humiliating her in a taunting tone. She moaned and sucked as fast as she could, flicking her tongue across the tip of Jake's steel rod. Soon, he was on the edge of cumming, and with a sadistic, pleasured look on his face, said to Lily while starting to choke her out: ˝Time to feel the power of an invincible black stud...unh...faint, bitch!˝ His dick started twitching in her mouth, and it started filling her with his cum, which contributed to her loss of oxygen. When he emptied his load in her, his legs squeezed around her neck like chains, and she fainted rapidly, her hands hung freely, while her head slumped downwards. Smirking, Jake came down jumping, to grope the body of the girl he knocked out... A few hours later, she wakes up, to find out Jake is looking at her with a slight smile. ˝T-that was...wonderful, Jake, my black master.˝, Lily says, still trying to regain her bearings. ˝Good...because I'm going to break you, little white girl. You want it, don't you?˝, Jake asked her teasingly, then grabbed her left arm, locked his legs around it, laid down on the mat, and began pulling with his arm. ˝Scream if you want it broken.˝, he said, almost whispering. Lily started moaning and screaming very soon, as her left arm was extended beyond what was possible without damage and pain. Jake teased her by making strong pulls of the arm, just to cause her pain, without breaking the arm. But soon, he couldn't hold it back any more. His legs tensed up, and he pulled back on the arm with all of his power. A sick crunching sound came out, followed by Lily's pained screams, when she realized the young black fighter had kept his promise. He himself grunted and moaned in sheer pleasure. Causing pain was turning him on. He was hard again, showing full length. ˝Time to break your cunt with my cock, Lily...and somethin' else, too.˝, Jake threatened. Lily groaned in excitement, hoping for more pain. The black stud had something in mind, just for her. He grabbed her by the ankles, and turned her upside down, then put his cock inside of her hot, wet pussy, and set himself into position, locking her ankles tight with his arms. ˝I will fuck you so fast and hard you'll be dizzy for minutes and minutes. But when I cum, I'll break your ankles at the same time. Enjoy it, slave.˝, Jake explained everything, and after a surprised Lily gasped, he began ramming right into her, making almost animalistic moans, groans and snarls with every rapid thrust he did into her. The small brunette soon began asking for more, enjoying in the almost painful thrusts of the dominant fighter. ˝So tight, white girl...ungh...yes...I'm gonna pump you full, and then snap your ankles...˝, grunted Jake, pleased that she was asking for it, harder, faster, rougher. Just like he wanted to do it. He shook the floor with his thrusts for several minutes, slightly twisting her ankles from time to time. ˝Please...abuse my body, you sexy black warrior...do me...break me...˝, Lily pleaded as she was nearing her orgasm. Jake smirked, sped up his thrusts as much as he could, going up and down from a sitting posture every second. With a series of lewd, horny grunts, he made his final thrust, sitting on Lily's ass with his, thus spiking her with his cock. He released everything he had after primal grunts came out, and then, two sick cracks were heard. Lily came instantly, screaming in both pain and pleasure. Her orgasm lasted quite a while, and was incredibly powerful. Jake just laughed when he saw how much of a mess Lily made. Not giving her time to regain her composure, Jake took her right leg, fell to the side, as his muscular legs locked around it. He gripped with both hands, then said: ˝Good white slut. I'm gonna break your leg now. No mercy.˝ Lily moaned again, sensing pain was going to come again. Jake pulled the leg towards himself, and after screams of pain and suffering, the knee popped. With a silent sound, Jake acknowledged the moment, and then, using his tightly inter-locked legs, twisted the crippled extremity. The following scream was music to his ears, loud and long-lasting. Jake smelled something, too. The girl had come, again. Somehow, she said, through all the pain: ˝S-so painful...and g-good. T-thank you...Master Jake.˝ Her voice was shattered and cry-like. ˝Good girl, Lily. Time to die...this black hunk will kill you with his muscles. But first, you're my toilet, white girl. Open wide.˝, Jake commanded, leaning her against the wall so he was on her knees. She opened her mouth obediently, and Jake came to her, shoved his dick in her mouth, grabbing her head. He then pulled it so that his entire member, along with his balls, fit into her mouth, after some jaw adjusting. Holding her head like that, he asked her: ˝Wanna feel a sexy black killer piss in your mouth? Lick my king-size balls if you do, slut.˝ His order was sharp, and his gaze focused at her. Soon, he began moaning and groaning. Lily wanted it, and licked his balls lustily. With a sigh of relief, he began. A strong stream flowed into Lily's mouth, which she drank without hesitation. Just in case, Jake held her head tight, so not a drop would be wasted. A series of ˝Unh!˝'s came from him, he was making everything seem like sex sounds. He did get pleasure, from emptying himself into a human mouth. Soon, his stream became smaller, and finally, stopped. After a groan, he petted Lily's brown hair, and praised her: ˝That's it Lily, you loved it. Loved drinking my cum...and piss.˝ Then, he flexed and stretched his muscles, getting ready to kill his fan girl off. The thought of the execution method made him hard again. Picking her up by her neck and legs, he first lifted her up and down like weights. When he felt his cock become rock-like again, he said: ˝I'm gonna break your spine now, Lily... I want to cum when you die. Feels so damn good.˝ He placed her already crippled body on his shoulders, bending it slightly around his neck, with her facing forward. A few shouts from the black fighter to channel the energy, and then he jumped high into the air, coming back down soon after. Hearing the first crack nearly made Jake lose it right there. But he managed to hold it. He set her on his shoulders so that she was bent around his neck with her arms and legs dangling forward. Jake used his arms to fold her body tighter, and then, both the hands holding her neck and legs squeezed inwards. The following snap set Jake off, as he began spurting on the mat, literally popping a boner during the execution. He squeezed harder, to try and get more bones to snap, although the initial snap killed her, disconnecting her neck and the rest of the spine. He held Lily on his shoulders until his dick stopped twitching, and then, dropped her body onto his knee, to get one last sadistic joy out of his fan. After a long kiss he gave to the dead girl, Jake began cleaning the cum off the floor, having satisfied his sadistic sexual instincts. He hoped there would be more willing victims...

he Annihilator's kills were attracting attention of other participants, however. A corrupt cop named Walker had been going through a post office nearby, looking for the coveted gold bar, when he heard the elated commentary of the announcer, over the pained wailing of Jan. He suspected the Annihilator was close. He had prepared himself for that occasion, by constructing a primitive fragmentation bomb from materials found in abandoned stores. Tanner was scanning the area around him, trying to find the source of occasional noise. In fact, there were two. An independent, underground reporter named Jenna was trying to get away, because she had seen Walker fairly close by, while sneaking around. However, her movement distracted the former police officer, just as he was about to toss the explosive device at Tanner. The Annihilator ran and fell into a roll, to avoid the blast. The smoke generated obscured both him, and Jenna from Walker’s field of vision, enabling her to hastily run away, and Tanner to move into a counterattack. He threw a punch to the former cop’s nose before kneeing him in the gut. The crippled man bled from his nose, and coughed up blood, as well. It was certain he would die, and the excited audience knew it, too. “No badge to protect you now, huh, dirty cop?” Tanner taunted the man before striking him in the groin with the knee. The corrupt cop writhed and rolled from the groin shot, before the powerful stud mounted him, and began a series of brutal punches that caused blood to spay everywhere. With each punch, the stud groaned louder, as the physical destruction aroused him. Somewhere after the eighth punch, he had had enough, and wrapped his right arm around the head of Walker, and pulled on the neck of the beaten-up man. A loud crack almost set him off sexually, as it was the finisher on yet another contestant. The reaction of the audience to the eroticized kill of the stud was one of sheer jubilation, in which females were the more prominent voice. Afterwards, things seemed calm, until sounds of metal being impacted went through the air. Someone was climbing the fire escape ladders of a building- up top. It was Harold- a thin, sick man with no serious crime under his name. Other than protesting against bad luck, and the dystopian world he lived in. Tanner easily made his way after Harold. This was the one contestant that was not even convicted of any crime. However, rules were rules. Also, the young stud had no qualms about killing by this point in his life. It seemed like Harold had not noticed the Annihilator, as he got up very high, despite almost slipping up. In his 40-s, the man looked pale and jaundiced. When he got on top of a balcony, he looked down, seemingly ready to jump. “That’s a quick way to go, Harold. I could finish you off, too, without impaling yourself in those steel bars below.” Tanner suggested to the poor man. "I...never got the help I needed to...live. It is really pathetic if I can't even die on my own. “ the man said, but he did not jump yet. Tanner saw the man was ill, and offered the only kind of help he could provide. “Well, I could kill you without pain.” "I don't know what you do to kill people, so...your choice. At least you're kinder than health insurance clerks... ", the man says, looking with sadness at the picture of health and strength he himself could never be. Tanner felt the man’s plight resonate in his chest and he decided: “Sit down, and suck my dick. When I cum, I will break your neck.” He sat down and fished his hardening cock. After seeming shocked at the fate picked for him, Harold calmed down and simply sat down on a foldable chair, wrapping his mouth around the Annihilator's dick. Some booklet fell out from his trousers. It read: "Guide on liver cancer treatment". “Damn...I better make this quick, then.”, Tanner reacted to seeing the title of the booklet. He grabbed the man’s head and lowly pushed his cock down the man’s throat and held it there for a few seconds before withdrawing. Then he did it again. Harold sucked the stud's cock, relaxing in his grip with time gone by, managing to go deeper, while wondering why did this young male want a blowjob from someone like him. “Oh, fuck, yeah....” Tanner groaned as the man proved to be quite decent at servicing men. Petting him, he held the head in place while crossing his legs behind Harold’s neck. “That’s it… Soon, Papa Tanner will make you go snap in one go, nice and clean...” Harold moaned, and then shrugged, recognizing that it was too late for any good ending to his life story. The host seemed quite stunned by the whole event. The show was supposed to distract people from the cruel reality of a dictatorship, not remind them of bad things. Still, being lightly facefucked felt good, and the dying man soon groaned, as he began growing a hard-on. Tanner knew he had Harold hooked the second her heard his groan of pleasure. He continually pumped in and out of his mouth, looking forward to making the man cum, perhaps. He felt Harold’s breaths get slower as he squeezed with his calves, already feeling he had a great grip on the neck. The audience could see Harold twitch, before grunting. He came hard, his eyes blinking, while his limbs went all limp. Quite a few men and women envied this middle-aged man, even as he began to shut down from legs squeezing his neck. Tanner heard Harold cum into his underwear, and go limp, which was the cue he needed. “Time to go, Harold.” Tanner said before snapping his neck easily in the standing headscissors hold. That’s when Tanner came as well, groaning as killing a person brought him not just the regular “feel-good” factor, but also, it felt like the right thing to do, for this person. Harold twitched horribly one last time, before shutting down, forever. Tanner laid Harold down and pulled his pants back on. It was time to go for the convicts. Many spectators came hard from the neck snap performed on the sick man, and it seemed that the ideas of the show's producers to stop airing were very bad, as people were interested in watching this somewhat unconventional Annihilator. Landon was a very rich man, who somehow found himself at odds with those controlling the state. Although he had some of his wealth hidden, most people had disowned him, pointing out his financial crimes that thus far, were covered up. He was trying to escape the hunting area, desperately. Looking at him weirdly was Jenna, a teenager who had landed in this mess because she was helping create an underground newspaper... Tanner watched them from a hidden position and felt pity for Jenna, only wanting to report the truth. Landon not so much as his crimes had invariably harmed someone’s future or finances. Feeling no need to perform a stealthy attack, Tanner simply walks up to the two, and says: “So how do you two want to go? You don’t have the gold bar.” "I do have money, hidden in places! Let me live, and you can have enough for cars, sluts, jacuzzis...you name it! But for that to come true, I need to be alive.“ the slick, yet sleazy millionaire spoke, while Jenna sighed. "This is all...about the rich. They think too many humans steal oxygen. So...death games, organized by those who would never survive one of these." “I know you’re into financial crime, Landon. I don’t care what you have and where- you die. The only reason why I’m giving you any choice is that you haven’t attacked me... yet.” Tanner turned to Jenna. “You’re hot, and probably don’t need to die, but I just got to get off, and I do it by killing people with my body.” Tanner cracked his knuckles, rolled his wrists and shoulders for emphasis the clicks and pops of joints audible to all. “But I can make you cum so fucking hard, babe. You’ll love sex with me. Or, I can kill you quickly, without sex. Your choice.” "If I die, nobody gets to know the locations of my cash stashes. So YOU decide. Money or yet another victim." Landon was afraid, but was doing his best to look like he was in charge. Jenna, on the other hand, knew there wasn't a way to escape. So, she spoke: "Um...Maybe something where you snap my neck during a blowjob or the actual thing?" “I can do that. Landon, you aren’t walking away. Do you want to fight and die or like Jenna enjoy and die?” Tanner sighed at the man’s bluster. A pitiful attempt from a pitiful man. The rich man in his early 50-s waved off the Annihilator. "You can have fun with the slut. I'm off to get out of here." Jenny's face grew red at that insult. "Coward!", she retorted, but this did not faze Landon one bit. “Wait here, hottie.” Tanner kissed her deeply before taking off after the foolish convict. He knew how to end this chase quick though. Once he was within a few feet of the man, he delivered a kick to the man’s knee, and picked him up by the legs and neck, smiling at the cries of the rich man. Tanner lifted high above his head, and despite panicked protests, he slammed him down on the padded right knee, groaning as Landon’s spine snapped with a loud crunch. After verifying that Landon’s legs were limp, he hoisted him up over one shoulder and walked back to Jenna. She was wet from seeing those muscles put to work. The whole segment ended up being uncensored, which was a worry for the producers, but it seemed most of the audience was not violent, after Jenna's words. They liked the backbreaker, which was important. The brunette though, liked that devastating move, and the kiss she'd received. Now, she was stripping for the mostly naked killer stud. Tanner returned with Landon in tow, crippled and grunting in pain. “Well someone is ready for the fucking of her life.” The burly teen then laid Landon down on his back. “Now Landon you get to suck my cock and if you try to bite, I will make your last moments on this earth more painful than that backbreaker was. Jenna, lay down and I will tend to that lovely little pussy of yours.” Tanner gave out the orders, and afterwards, he pushed his cock past Landon’s lips and wrapped his legs around Landon’s neck in a loose triangle choke. Tanner then pulled Jenna close and started lapping at her pussy. Landon was crushed, mentally. The hold that the young man had on him ended up being more preferable to being left to rot without the ability to move. The rich convict, however, was inexperienced, and he had to gulp a lot while sucking. Jenna was screaming, in the meantime. The stud was making her gush very hard. The audience loved this utter double domination by the stud. Once he came out of the hunting area, he would be faced with many fans. “Oh that’s it Landon. Just imagine. You could have had this cock fucking you to climax. Instead you are stuck sucking it while I eat this sexy girl’s flower.” Tanner went back to work playing Jenna’s pussy like a fiddle. His cock pushed in and out of Landon’s throat, fucking the man more than Landon sucking him. The sound Landon made in response to the words directed at him seemed to convey a message of not being too interested in sex, in the first place. As the man struggled to reorient his breathing to the nostrils, Jenna was climaxing. "Y-YES! I'm cumming! So deep...yessssss!" This scene was very spectacular for the females in the countrywide audience, in sight and sound. Tanner loved hearing the moans of the audience in front of large screens. He wanted to put an even bigger show for them. And in order to do that, he was going to snuff Landon out. Tanner twisted his hips, exerting much torque on Landon’s neck. This caused the cervical vertebra to fail with a loud CRACK! As the rich man twitched, Jenna orgasmed hard from the neck snap on him, relishing the brutal kill. He pulled out of Landon’s mouth and pushed into Jenna’s sweet sopping wet pussy. “If you came from me killing him, I want your body to squirt as I kill you, babe.” Tanner started sucking on Jenna’s beautiful breasts as he pumped his cock into her. Arching into the stud, she moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around his torso. "Y-yes! So good! You're hitting my G-spot~" Tanner, despite his young age, had plenty of sexual experience, and had no trouble locating a female’s G-spot quickly. “Yes, moan for me, my sexy slut!” Tanner pulled out and put her on her hands and knees. He then pushed his slick cock back into her pussy. “Now I’m going to pound your pussy into submission. Then I’m going to break your neck with a submission. Hold.”, he chuckled after adding that last word. Jenna screamed for the dark-haired male, finding some pleasure even in her first time at anal sex. "Y-yes! You're so fast! I can't stop cumming for you, muscle stud!" This was going to be such a memorable episode of the show... Tanner had pulled Jenna into his lap, wrapping his left arm around and underneath her chin, cupping it with his fingers. His right arm crossed his left, and gripped the back of her skull. He was slowly depriving the girl of oxygen, while readying to impart two opposite-direction forces on her neck. ”Oh, yeah, Jenna…I’m going to break your neck, now.” Tanner spoke as he tightened the hold, which made Jenna start to go limp. Seeing that made Tanner grit his teeth. The anticipation before yet another kill was really turning him on. When he was ready, Tanner twisted his left arm while his right held the top of her head, ultimately succeeding in twisting it backwards to face him with a wet CRACK! He kissed her lips as her eyes rolled up in her head and she started twitching. His cock exploded in her pussy, filling her up with thick creamy seed, as he groaned in her mouth, relishing the moments of her passing. The kill on the rogue reporter was so incredible, that the show host came in his trousers, on camera, after Jenna died, kissing with the stud in her final, twitchy moments. Her final moans were muffled by the Annihilator's mouth. The slightly embarrassed host then declared: "Annihilator Tanner is triumphant- nobody is alive, ladies and gentlemen!" As Tanner prepared to go to the studio outside the Hunting grounds, he also wondered what he was doing, for whom, and what should be his own goals. He felt he was bigger than the company, and even the regime.

Ryu Hayabusa was in the process of destroying the final set of barriers that were shielding the nascent super soldier project, and the clone storage areas. The dangerous project most likely initiated by the secretive schemer Donovan could be a massive threat to world stability, as it seemed certain groups were already making orders for these super soldiers. Momiji went with Ryu as support, who assisted the independent kunoichi and long-time ally in eliminating the security forces that were guarding the equipment used to further the process of creating the clones that Donovan seemed so obsessed with. Together, they took down guards, often in determined and brutal, yet also elegant ways- frequently involving the breaking of bones and vertebrae of their targets. Ryu noticed that Momiji seemed to enjoy finishing these men off, but had no idea of her true thought process. The dark-haired female had experienced the pleasure of undercover missions where she had to be intimate with her targets, a couple of times. The combination of sexual acts and close-range assassination had produced immense arousal in the kunoichi. Thus, she couldn’t shake off the idea- the temptation to triumph over Ryu Hayabusa, and kill him in an erotic fashion. Very soon, she would get her chance. She watches Ryu as he destroys the last barrier and then starts helping him take out the numerous machinery and lab works keeping the clones alive in their animation chambers. Once the deed is done, she stands behind him and clears her throat, "Ryu. There is one more thing I need to do. “ Ryu had no idea what would this be. Slightly puzzled, he turns towards her. “And that would be?” The leader of the Hayabusa clan looked at the darkly dressed ninja, while wondering about what she meant by her last words. With a quick movement, she kicks Ryu in the body, making him double over in pain as he clutched his stomach, before grabbing his head and turning him over. Excited, Momiji pulls Ryu’s body backwards as he slumps down to his knees, and then wraps her legs around his head in a standing reverse head scissor. With a small adjustment, she jumps and slams him down to the ground onto his back and keeps her legs tight around his neck and head, laying out along him as she moans and squeezes, “I want to take over your clan, Ryu. Defeating and killing strong men turns me on. Ever since my first assassination of a man in bed.” Ryu had been totally taken by surprise by the attack, and ultimately unable to prevent the kunoichi from trapping him in a rather provocative hold. However, a part of his mind was focused on what she said. Kunoichi were supposed to train their mind and body rigorously, in order to excel at combat and stealth. This included control over natural instincts. Did some of Momiji’s missions cause her to lose this self-restraint completely? Ryu tried to grab a knife holstered in his gear, by the leg. But his movements didn't feel as swift as before- hypoxia was coming in. Momiji grabs a hold of his hands, pulling them to the side and gripping his neck tighter and wiggling her hips deeper against his face. Her moans soft and deep as she presses her pussy into his features, “But I'm not going to kill you without some enjoyment. If you want, I'll let you taste my pussy and my orgasm.” Already with blurred vision and confused, Ryu struggles somewhat, before groaning in desperation- he was unable to get out of the deadly hold. His tongue comes out, but it's almost an involuntary action, as he feels dryness and constriction in his throat. “Come on, enjoy yourself. Let the last thing you taste by my delicious pussy. You could do worse for a last meal, right?”, she moans happily, grinding along his mouth and features as her pussy gets wetter and drips her juices into his mouth to help him wet his tongue, “I'll break your neck soon, right when I orgasm. Timing it just right can extend my orgasm for minutes… Ohhh…I can’t wait…” The squeeze was doing its thing, and certain parts of Ryu’s brain began to shut down, leading to changes in his actions. Groaning, He licks at Momiji's leather-covered crotch, and from this, his cock twitches a bit, right when his arms fall down. Noticing this, Momiji smiles and uses one hand to pull down a zipper in the part of her black leather suit that covered her crotch, exposing a wet pussy underneath. She had no underwear, and planned for all this to happen, wanting him to have access to her folds before killing him. “Oh yes, yes! Dig that tongue into my pussy! ˝ With a long moan her legs grip tighter and start to roll his neck slowly, not breaking his neck yet but stressing his bones painfully. As the neck twisting causes pain, Ryu almost passes out, causing his tongue to roll around uncontrollably. He can feel paralysis and death coming soon, but is powerless to stop it. The upwards roll of the tongue is actually what causes the paralysis to set in, as the jolt of pleasure makes the kunoichi twist her hips, but relatively lightly. Her gasp was full of delight, and her pleasure further increased upon seeing Ryu’s legs, and whole body spasm, followed by a desperate groan. His legs weren’t even moving, anymore! This nearly made Momiji cum right there on the spot- the display of her very own skill in destroying anatomy. Was it mercy, or cruelty that made her decide on her next course of action, nobody would know for sure. Not even her. However, she did it impulsively. Getting up briefly, she stood over a paralyzed Ryu, and turned around to face him, before sitting down on his chest to reapply the headscissors, as tight as before. This way, he could eat her out easier. “Look at me, Ryu, look at my face and body”, the kunoichi spoke in an aroused tone while pulling down a zipper underneath her cleavage, in order to free her perky breasts from their leathery confinement, so that Ryu could watch her knead them. “…and eat me outttt…” she ordered huskily, grinding her crotch into the ninja’s face. The male is beaten, and mentally broken, too. While his hard-on grown from looking at the gorgeous body of his future executioner, he uses his tongue like a living vibrator, motivated by the gushing of juices that reduce the dryness caused by the reduced air supply. Feeling the rush of dominance, Momiji asks Ryu a simple question, which was also a means of humiliation: “Who is the leader of the Dragon clan?” “You are...Momiji…” For his response, the ninja earned a smile, and a moan from the deadly dark-haired beauty, while both of her hands massaged her breasts. Ryu’s reply and the subsequent resumption of deep, fast cunnilingus leave no doubt in Momiji’s mind. She has conquered another man- a strong man. Her former ally and maybe at some point, even a friend, would get this delightful show of Momiji’s body in honour of all that, but he had to die. For Momiji was stronger, faster and better. She wanted to cum, and his neck would be the trigger. Hearing his verbal submission and feeling the fantastic tongue-work made her moans louder, her body shaking in pleasure causing her to spasm in delight. She grips his neck tighter and feels the time has come. Ryu’s eyes begin to flicker, as his tongue begins to act erratically. Momiji bites her lower lip, and then... CRRRRACK! Her powerful thighs twist his neck, snapping the bones while she floods his face with her juices. Her wonderful orgasm comes upon her as she gasps, seeing Ryu’s body turn completely go limp, and then immediately screams in heavenly pleasure. Ryu can hear those orgasmic sounds very briefly, as his world fades to black, following a painful jolt that went through him, after that hard, forceful twist and snap that destroyed the rest of the vertebrae. She grinds slow and deep, enjoying the feeling of him dying between her legs and the electric wave of her blissful orgasm washing over her. His death has magical properties, seemingly, as Momiji’s orgasm goes on, while she gains strength, herself. By slaying a dragon, she became the dragoness. Thus, she coils her legs around Ryu’s skull harder, groaning as her juices gush. She wills the skull to crack, and it does. Once, and she gasps. Then a big one follows another smaller crack. Blood pours out of Ryu’s nose and ears. She didn’t initially believe it was possible, but she was doing it: crushing a man’s skull with her legs. “Y-YESSS! crrrack YES! squish OHHH YESSSSS! ” Momiji craved more, and went on to snap his spine and limbs, in a power-drunken orgasm that lasted for half an hour. Spent, but happier than ever before in life, she left, after setting up the facility to go ablaze.

Leonhard was using his computer for complex chemical equations, wracking his brains in service of a nasty dictator named Bison. He was caught in a raid on his own workplace, and given the choice of a very lucrative pay, or demise. The choice was obvious. Still, even with no direct pressure on him, the man knew he was working in dangerous conditions. He suspected his work was needed for some sort of weapon... Cammy smiled as she saw the poor nerdy-looking male typing away at a computer. She slid out of the air duct and then made it look as if she was walking up to him. Her boots clacking against the tile floor of the building. She even went so far as to put a little extra sway in her hips as she moved towards him. Leonhard heard the clacking, and turned his swivel chair around, petrifying in a moment as he saw an intruder in his room. A sexy, female intruder. Trying to keep calm, he asked, in a slightly foreign accent: “Who are you, madam?” It seemed she had a military background. Cammy grinned having achieved the exact response she had intended to from the scientist. "I am one of Bison's lieutenants. I want an update on your progress." she said, moving to sit on the counter in front of him where he would be able to see between her legs. Leonhard was now rather anxious. Still, he suppressed his fears to an extent: “The requested chemical has sufficient controllability to be used. Reactivity with Kevlar is excellent; however reinforced concrete is proving to be mildly resistant.” Cammy nodded her head listening to the report being given by the scientist. “That's good.,” she said to him as she spread her legs allowing him a view of her covered crotch. Now the scientist's eyes ballooned, as he bit his lips. “Indeed.”, he says, breathing deeply. Leonhard had no luck in private life, since...well, his birth. “Mmmhhh… see something you like?” she purred to him as she reached between her legs to outline her pussy. “You seem like you might know more than that. Would you care to tell me?” she purred to him as she used her other hand to trace the outline of her breasts in the green leotard. Biting his lips, Leonhard says in a clearly distressed state: “Eh...the chemical requires electrical impulses to detonate.” He had soon developed a boner, and was overheated from the reaction of his body to the erotic display of this woman. Cammy smiled, nodding her head. “Anything else that needs to be done?” she purred pulling aside the crotch of leotard to expose her pussy to him. “That can't be all there to it, mister?” she purred lustfully to him. With his skin tingling intensely as the sight of a woman, exposing her body to him affected his mind more and more, Leonhard took time to formulate a reply: “Well, it is not expensive to produce; however, operators must use solid protective equipment, since the compound is toxic.” Cammy nodded as she gently extended her legs so they wrapped around his shoulders. With a gentle flexing of her knees, she drew him closer to her moist pussy. "What sorts of protective equipment should be worn?" she purred to him. Leonhard was close to mental incapacitation by now. Yet, he did not dare to lick the operative's pussy. He was a bit too polite for that. “N-not neoprene. I know...asbestos itself in unhealthy, but I'd use that...or something coated with platinum, maybe?” “Ah I see. So if I was to transport it how should that be done, exactly?” she purred to him as she her fingers between her legs then fully spread her pussy lips. “I wouldn't want the compound...to be driven on a...bumpy road. Teflon containers...” he says, as his eyes roll around. She nodded her head. “Good. Any other special precautions that are in order?” she asked somewhat firmly while she gently pushed his head with her legs closer to her crotch. The scent would be filling his nostrils by now. “Don't mix with water...,” the man says, as he moans lightly, taking in the scent of this lady's moist pussy, as his eyes close partially. “So what should one do if he were to… say accidently spill it?” she pressed on with her questions, pushing his head nearly to her pussy. “O, dear...run...run fast...” the man said, but his sounds are muffled by the woman's pussy, as he briefly wonders about whether the operative would like to write all these things down. However, his concentration levels were very low, now. Cammy smiled. “Mmm… good. So since you've been such a good lad for me, why don't you lick my pussy? Go on, I don't mind in the least. A helpful lad like you deserves a reward.” she purrs. Breathing in slight relief, Leonhard starts to tremble as his tongue begins going all over the outer lips of the blonde's pussy. At some point, he kisses the private area of this inquisitive lady, while his body heats up tremendously. He has never had a chance to do this, and so his body reacts strongly to the sensations. Cammy leaned her head back moaning hotly as he did so. “Unh…in fact I'm so grateful that you may take your dick out and stroke it to a climax. Go on, I like a show.” she said. Cautiously, the scientist hesitated a bit, before unzipping the trousers, and pulling his penis out, which was already erect. He wasn't stroking it hard, since the very sounds this woman was making had the potential to make him cum. He began licking her faster, while going right inside her pussy with his tongue. Cammy moaned as she felt his tongue on her pussy. “Ahhh…yeah that's it! Fuck yeah lick my pussy good!” she moaned to him. Trembling as he could sense the woman's excitement and pleasure, Leonhard licked faster and deeper, moaning a bit himself, before deciding to shift his tongue-work on her clitoris, hoping she would like that. Cammy smiled and moaned as she felt him unzip his pants and expose his penis to stroke himself. “Yes! Like that! Just like that!” she moaned getting closer to her orgasm now. Striving to make the woman cum, Leonhard tries to make his tongue into a living vibrator, as he flicks it over her clit and pussy, while speeding up his strokes. He feels a climax coming within seconds...”Yes fuck yes! Just about there!” she screamed as she gripped his head tightly with her legs feeling her orgasm coming. “Just a bit more!” she screamed feeling her body tightening up like spring. The scientist gave his all now, licking fast and deep at the very inside of her pussy, what he could reach with his tongue, while the dick in his hand twitched, firing cum at a nearby cabinet. He was moaning in pleasure… At the sound of his moaning orgasm “Yes! I’m cumming! YESSSS! Die! YESSSSSS!” she screamed as she twisted her legs with all her might several times, with each of the sharp jerking motions causing a crack. The orgasm began washing over her, bathing her in erotic bliss as the wet snapping sound of Leonard’s cervical vertebrae that followed was exactly what she had needed to orgasm. The man was still left with a blissful expression on his face as the neck snap shut his nervous system down. Remaining electrical impulses manifested themselves through twitching of limbs, but these too, ultimately slumped down. Cammy smiled as she released the good doctor to lay back against the chair as she got to see the his dick twitching and still spurting cum. “Mmm… I suppose your death got you to orgasm again.” she said to him as she got up off the counter and took whatever files she could from the server before wiping it and leaving the building.

Ken Shamrock was in the Independence Arena at the UFC 5 event in Charlotte, North Carolina, ready to fight Royce Gracie in the main event. He was a fierce fighter, respected and feared by opposition who knew the kind of training one had to go through, to succeed in mixed martial arts. However, there were those who did not respect him, or the law. As a Deathgiver, Ken Shamrock had made powerful people his enemies, in particular, by his murder of two higher-up drug dealers in Atlanta, as they were preparing to distribute a new type of drug onto the streets. A month before the MMA bout, he had been alerted of suspicious activity near the juvenile home he had once attended by an acquaintance. The MMA fighter chose to expose himself, since thrill, risk and violence offered an outlet for his impulsive nature, for his destructive desires. As it turned out, the men who came out indeed had the sleazy, falsely elegant look of drug dealers. They were in the company of a teenager, who gave off the impression he was a drug addict. The men did mention the drug was new to the market. From a concealed position, Ken sought to simply make sure the two men did not have any weapons on them, before attacking. Once he believed it was safe enough, Ken Shamrock ran out, and made a beeline for the two drug dealers, and ignored the fact that the likely customer panicked, and alerted the other two by backing off and shouting. The targets turned around, but it was too late. Ken leap in the air, and performed a running dropkick, knocking one of them down hard onto the pavement. As the other one reached within his suit to grab a likely weapon, the ferocious fighter wanted to subdue him as well, as fast as possible. Rolling towards him, Ken wrapped his legs around the man’s right foot, pulling him down to the ground, and by acting fast, he caused the criminal to drop the pistol he was pulling out, forcing him to fall on his face, wincing in pain, even as the landing was softened by the forearms which absorbed some of the impact force. However, it would get much worse for both him and the other one. Ken Shamrock immediately got up to his knees, and reached for the right foot of the fallen foe, gripping it with his hands. Locking his legs to trap the whole leg, he twisted sharply, trying to cripple the drug dealer with an ankle lock. It took very little time for the telltale crack to ring through the air, alongside screams and cries of the injured man. The gritted teeth and the focused eyes of Ken painted a fearsome facial expression, while a tent in his tracksuit indicated he was aroused by what he just did, but the stirring of the dropkicked man meant the MMA fighter had little time to properly enjoy the combat in a sexual manner. To stop the desperate attempt of the crippled drug dealer at reaching his dropped firearm, the fierce fighter quickly sat on the man’s back, and wrapped his right arm around the criminal’s neck, pulling on it with a dragon sleeper hold. The flailing of the victim was dramatic, but useless, as the interruption of oxygen supply quickly shut his body down. Ken Shamrock kept the hold on for about 40 seconds, well past the point where the man had gone limp, before jerking his neck upwards once. A hard SNAP elicited a groan of arousal from the fighter, who could then focus on the other man. Totally dazed and desperate to grab onto anything so as to get up, he took hold of the first thing which seemed firm. Sadly, it was the left leg of his soon-to-be executioner. Of course, Ken felt the grab, and reacted by turning around, twisting his body a bit so that he could grip the right arm of the unfortunate man, setting up a quick kimura lock, as he laid on his back while securing the hold. “N-no! Aaaaahhh!” CRACK-POP ”Arghhhhhhh!” The hold was painful and devastating, sending the drug dealer into shock. Ken loved the effects of his holds, but he had to finish this quickly, lest some corrupt cops show up and cause trouble. Adjusting his position so he directly faced his victim, the submission holds expert wrapped his legs around the man’s neck, crossing his right leg with left one, which was on top of the neck which was going to get snapped, in a climactic finale- the triangle choke. The drug dealer #2 tried to resist, but Ken had his left hand secured, pulling it away, at least until the power of toned, muscular legs made the desperate movements weaken to a great deal. At that point, Ken Shamrock took a bit of liberty, and pulled his raging hard-on out from his underwear and tracksuit bottom. The choked-out man barely twitched, while Ken Shamrock pumped his hardon with one hand, ready to get off on this kill. At one point, the lack of his victim’s movement set the muscular man off, and he twisted his hips, successfully producing a pop from the criminal’s neck, as well as emitting a grunt of arousal, followed by very fast pumping. Only a second later did Ken cum, his cock firing semen onto the face of the dead man, while twisting hard to the opposite side. “Ffffuccckkk yeahhh!” , the victorious Deathgiver roared, as the stressed neck broke in several more places, producing a complex, almost rhythmic sound, which helped him cum even harder. Soon, Ken left the scene, quite satisfied with what he had done. However, the drug addict from before would live to tell a part of the tale, and thus, the word travelled to the ears of influential criminals who were very angry at the idea of sanctioned vigilantism ruining their “business enterprise”. Given that he had killed other criminals before, the decision was made to kill Ken Shamrock in a public place, as a show of force. However, the shooter who rose up from one of the seats close to the ring didn’t count on the sharp eyes of a woman, moments before he began to shoot from a submachine gun that had been hidden in a first aid box near his initial location. Her loud voice was what alerted the fighter, who, upon turning towards the source, had to duck immediately, to avoid the shots. It worked, as the assassin, posing as a security officer, missed Ken, but actually hit Royce Gracie instead, as well as the referee. While everyone screamed and got down, Ken jumped out of the ring, rolling forward to close the distance to the assassin, who couldn’t see the target. He shot at random, trying to discourage people from intervening, but failed to hit his target, instead killing and wounding spectators and actual event security. Utilizing the commotion and the reduced visibility from the masses of spectators trying to run or duck behind seats, Ken Shamrock vaulted, rolled and jumped in the direction of the shooter, who did not see his target until it was too late. A sudden thrust kick makes the attacker stumble back, doubling over, as he drops his gun. Even though he was trying to get his weapon, he was too slow. Ken began with a ferocious combo, which completely toppled the man, and got the fighter “in the zone”, which meant the assassin’s death was all but secure. Ken wrapped his right arm around the assassin’s neck, and secured a guillotine choke by grasping his left arm with the right hand. The other male soon faded, and with a roar, Ken jerked upwards, breaking his neck. However, the panic did not subside immediately. A big part of why this happened was the massive bulge in the red underwear of the MMA fighter, which formed quickly after he had gained control in this conflict. He turns around, and sees a nearby man bleeding from his abdomen, barely moving. Deciding swiftly to kill him off, he runs over, and to the further astonishment of people, places one hand on top of the man’s skull, while the other one cups the chin. One hard twist later, another death occurs, as the wounded spectator shuts down altogether. Quite a few people moved away from Ken Shamrock, shocked by what they saw, but there was trouble. A shifty, balding man in a suit shoved people out of the way as he pulled out a revolver. He either was another assassin, or perhaps even a member of the bookie mafia- another group, which hated true fighters who won on their own merits and never laid down. However, the fighter was quicker, and by tossing an empty can at the next attacker, he managed to disorient him, causing him to stumble and fall down steps. Ken does not waste time, and he runs to the fallen man. Intending to grab him by his feet. However, the assassin seemed to have been lucky, in that his gun fell near his current position. Just as Ken readies to break the man’s back with a Boston crab, the man leaps for the gun, causing a tug of war situation, in which the shooter succeeds in firing, but doesn’t hit the fighter- it’s an Asian male who tried to duck behind a seat who gets shock. Immediately, a woman goes into panic, crying over the dying man. Having to quickly improvise, Ken does a back kick into the man’s head, before wrapping his legs around the man’s neck in a reverse headscissor. The resulting crack keeps his boner strong, as his triumphant grunt overpowers the last, weak noise of the balding male. As many eyewitnesses gasp at yet another kill, Ken runs up to check on the wounded man and his female partner. She seems in shock, stunned by the fact that he had passed away so quickly. She switched her gaze between her dead husband, and Ken Shamrock every so often. Near the dead man was a small hand-held sign in support of Ken Shamrock- this couple was one of many who had seen the American martial artist fight in Japan. Suddenly, the buff male groped her right breast, through the thin white shirt she wore, which produced a shocked moan and gasp, but no physical resistance from the woman. Emboldened, he simply yanks the shirt with his left hand, forcing the material to give way, thus exposing the black bra of the woman in her mid-twenties. His right hand moved to her long dark skirt, and pulled it downwards, as the background noise grew in volume. The woman gulped, but ended up cooperating without a word, as she pushed the skirt down. A smiling Ken slid her black panties down, and when he reached for her bra, the woman undid it herself. Soon, he was on top of her, groping and fingering her, to which she let out embarrassed moans, which grew louder as he licked at her exposed nipples. Slowly, the woman’s legs opened, and then the MMA fighter turned her around, before quickly penetrating her vagina with his long, hard weapon. It was a scandal on top of the horrific shooting that had happened earlier. However, people mostly watched, and the woman, who was apparently Japanese, did nothing to resist the MMA fighter, as she seemed to enjoy the groping of her breasts while he fucked her. When Ken’s left arm wrapped around her neck, she knew, deep down, that he wanted to end her. She was fine with that, too. Before her death, however, there would be another one. A member of the audience had apparently brought a video camera with him, and was filming a lot of the carnage, but as a sexual act unfolded, he approached, making very lewd remarks as he filmed everything from up close. He had made the mistake of invading the personal space of the Most Dangerous Man, and did it in a way where he was within reach of his legs. A kick into his left shin made the man stumble, and Ken managed to catch him with his legs, trapping the nosy man’s head with them. While the hapless victim flailed, Ken thrust into the female faster, grunting in pleasure, while she, too, seemed amazed by what the fighter did. One hard twist of his hips made sure the video camera user was dead. “Fuck yeah!” Ken roars, as the Asian woman begins to cum over his cock soon after the kill. He sets up the rear naked choke while also locking his legs around her waist. Her noises grow weaker, and the fighter decides to kiss her, prolonging his orgasm, while triggering his own. His vice-like arms then twist hard to the left, as he ejaculates into the woman’s womb, as her body twitches in a ghastly way. The rear naked choke remains locked on tight up until Ken’s climax finally subsides. By now, nobody really dared approach the man, as he got up from the floor. “I’m the deadliest weapon on the planet!” he roars, pointing to his body and even his penis, which wasn’t fully soft…

Ein and Rinis started to get out of the Citadel more as Kaarthen grew larger. Princess Ruegin was only too happy to spend the day with them as they went into the city and bathed in the heated waters in the Red Temple. As Kaarthen’s bored mind rode along with them, and reveled in their surroundings, they sat talking about the issues the Princess had to address. Around them, nude women and others in bead skirts, or diaphanous shawls lounged in the bathing area decorated in red velvet and gold rope. Women of high class gathered socially in the temple. Few were present to celebrate their menses. Most were avoiding the world getting massages, sleeping, or talking quietly. Novices went around offering oil, and refreshments as everyone relaxed with a heavy sheen of oil glistening over their bodies. As Princess Ruegin spoke, she had a novice on her shoulder’s rubbing away her stress. Princess Nossin sat in the waters across from them quietly enjoying herself. Her Hjordis sat deeper in the waters next to her and seemed to relax with her head back and eyes closed. At her shoulder were her sword and dagger. Princess Ruegin’s Hjordis stood separately fully clothed, and walked around the sunken tub. Both were ready at a moment’s notice. “I just picked out where I’ll go to lead when my sister has the crown.” Princess Ruegin remarked absently. “Where will you go?” “As a Duchess, and heir apparent until my sister has her daughter, I will get a large but fairly distant area to govern. I’m thinking of a colony out in the Western sea.” “How are Menthino’s colonies?” “A waste. We got them signed over in a treaty, but Lord Panthi has problems with the idea of extending ourselves in that direction. As it is we allow the natives too much free reign. I went once with Princess Saliss.” Princess Ruegin laid her head back and closed her eyes. “The locals are just some silly pygmies. They revolted, and I had to wipe out a village along the coast. I almost lost a whole patrol of Battlemaidens to the little monkeys.” She sighed. “I didn’t get any sleep last time I was there as I moved against their little insurgency. When I get ashore, I’m sure they’ll lay down their arms rather than resume the nightmare. I will bring each and everyone of them to the bosom of the dark mother myself if I have too. If they don’t come to my merciful hand, it’ll be an interesting few years at first. Lord Panthi has ways of bringing terror to large populations. I read of a few methods I want to try…” “If you go out west to the Colony Islands won’t you be right next to Sellis?” Ein asked slowly. “Yes, but don’t worry about that. I have started to keep an eye on that budding empire. One day it’ll have a King, and I might be in a position to capitalize…” Princess Ruegin remarked. “In fact I am in talks about heading over to Munklin…Their Crown prince is dead, and the Royals are quite old already. If I started there then Sellis would fall the day Monto takes the crown.” “No less than what he deserves,” Ein giggled. “You will be an excellent Queen, and I would love to see it happen.” Two women entered the Temple then. One was shorter than average, and dressed matronly. She appeared to be the dame of a house, and wore her slightly grayed hair in a bun. Behind her was a tall slender dark haired woman wearing a hooded robe opened to show her naked body. The one in front led her by a wispy chain wrapped around the other woman’s neck. Only an occasional glint of light told people watching that it was there. Just as the attention on them in the room reached its peak, the two stopped. Various hisses went up around the room as the noblewomen recognized their peer. “Lady Sepremset…” Princess Ruegin noted raising herself up in the water till her pink nipples came up to get a good view as the room gathered tighter around the exhibition. “Oh isn’t this delicious.” Left exposed in the room, the pale brunette Lady Sepremset, shivered lightly under the gazes of the women. After a moment of humiliation, Lady Sepremset was pushed down low till she sat back on her knees. Though her eyes protested, she was pulled forward into the bush of the older woman who grinned down at her with mischievous eyes. Keeping the chain taut the older woman rode her face till her body started to sweat, and her neck, chest, and back flushed red. Backing off slightly, she knocked the slender woman over to lay back, and quickly rubbed her bud over her as she spread open her flower, and stood over her supine body. Finally, the older woman gave a choked gasp over her silent partner as her pussy gushed onto her. Around the room, several other nearly naked women were masturbating from the display. Not all had just lust in their hearts. As the first woman stepped back, another moved in and came to a wet climax just as she stepped over the unresisting form of Lady Sepremset. Again and again, the oiled semi-naked beautiful noblewomen roused themselves to orgasm and doused the prone brunette’s slim pale body from head to toe. Some women coming back for more pulled her face up and used her head to grind against until they could cum again. Satiated the room full of women ignored her and returned to lounging around, and enjoying the food, drink, and massages the temple offered. Mara pulled up her charge, and pulled her to the cold cleaning waters that ran through the center of the purity room like a shallow indoor river. ########### In an elegant room on the fifth floor, two Amazons were wound tight into each other. One was heavy limbed, large breasted, with light hair. The other was dark haired and more toned. They squirmed into each other with abandon. Neither noticed the door open, nor, when a tall elegant woman in yellow robes entered. Her face belied her age. She was mature, people would look at her and see a woman in the grey area of maturity. Where a woman with just a few wrinkles can dance across several decades of age. She sat herself in a chair on an expensive rug near the fireplace. She even turned the chair to face the foot of the bed. The room’s windows covered the entire wall to her right. Undoubtedly, a balcony was out there too but it was to cold for that nonsense. The women writhing on the bed looked pale in the grey light of the cloudy day. She looked closer noting their lack of sweat and generally calm attitude as they played with each other. The pair seemed illuminated by the light on the poster bed. The dark wooded furniture and heavy dark winter blankets contrasted with their pale bodies. She decided she’d be here all day if the two were even going to stop after or if they climaxed. The woman cleared her throat loudly. First one, then the other noticed her. “What do you want Janis?” The silver haired woman demanded. Her lover looked more quizzical than angry. “You didn’t miss anything.” The woman remarked snidely. “You two need to be ready to move. You’re going to be traveling soon.” “Aren’t we leaving with you?” The black haired woman asked. “Not anymore. You’re going east soon.” The woman stood. “I would encourage you two to find a traveling temple or gather some adventurers for your trip.” She placed a money pouch and a hand sized gold plate on her seat. “Do not be afraid, you are spear mistresses now.” She turned and left quietly. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Days turned to weeks in the long winter. Babies were delivered, it became the season of children in the tower. In a room in the upper tower, Marcos lounged with Kaarthen and several other pregnant women. In his arms, he held Eist, the baby Aliss had given birth to recently. Aliss sat in the back of the room with her pregnant mother Salenne. The two tittered and cooed quietly over the bulging stomach of Salenne. Most women in the tower revered pregnancy as the highest form of existence. The goddess nestled in Kaarthen whole heartedly approved. As the room quietly enjoyed the day, Augussi entered the room and crossed over to him. “Master?” Marcos was brought out of a daze. “Hmm?” he looked up and regarded her violet hair, and hazel gold eyes. Her bronze tan had lightened a bit over the winter, and her purple hair wasn’t sun bleached to a lavender color. Overall she looked different, and slightly darker. “A petition from Pessilberg.” She said showing her note. It was elaborately sealed and stamped with black and gold ribbon under a yellow wax crest. “Read it.” Marcos grumbled and adjusted himself in his chair. She removed the seal then flipped it open. “Marcos : Information recently obtained, indicate, issues with the court in Lafaust. Our ring of informants has reported a rumor that the Crown prince is under undo influence from his mother. I request this is resolved before his coronation.” “Bitch.” Marcos spat. The baby stirred but stayed quiet while watching him intently. Kaarthen hissed from behind him snacking on huge Virgilian grapes. They were juicy, seeded, and deep purple in color. She hadn’t yet harvested yet from her vineyard so she had been making transmutations from regular grapes for the women to sample. It turned out to be wonderful practice for using magic. “When is the coronation?” She asked. Dulia stepped into the room as she spoke. In her hand, she held another larger sheet and handed it to Augussi. She replied as Augussi read the papers. “By law, it is within three weeks of the King’s death. The ceremony for the Immortal crown is done here in Mavvus.” “I don’t want to go into Lafaust. I hate cold weather.” Marcos grumbled. “How long does the king have?” Dulia responded while moving to the window looking out into the overcast day of mid winter. “Months, maybe weeks. He is assisted getting around but now he mostly stayed in quarters. He is declining rapidly.” She looked out at the city. It hadn’t yet snowed enough to stick. Mavvus was a somber grey under the winter clouds, and the palace grounds were subdued. With most activities taking place underground, or in the huge buildings bulwarks, only a few servants, and stable boys had reason to be out. “He’s only sixty something.” Marcos pouted. “That’s pretty early for them.” “Eighty two, Master. He will be eighty-three in a week after the new years.” Dulia corrected. She turned to him from the window. “We have known of the situation for some time now Master. We can kill the woman before she continues to subjugate him any further.” Marcos snorted quietly and rocked the baby. “Incest isn’t a big issue for nobles. There isn’t much of a scandal if it blows up.” Dulia pushed. “His mother? She is from the principalities in the east. The Scorrs, I believe. People are sensitive to knowing undue influence is on our Crown from a foreigner. The Principalities have a long history of manipulation for power. It is best not to allow Mavvus to get a taste of their style of intrigue. Besides, at twenty six and unmarried, he will only cause more scandal if this continues.” “I am sensitive to sexual issues. If he is happy, we can’t ruin it because she ‘shouldn’t’ be fucking him.” Marcos leaned back rocking the baby and looking at its already manifest beauty. “Love is a fickle thing. He will want what we try to deny him.” Augussi cleared her throat and spoke up. “Then when?” Marcos inhaled and spoke quietly as if afraid the walls would hear. “After the King dies, poison her, and let them be burned together. It will give our diplomats a clean break in dealing with the Principalities. Bards will sing of legendary love of the two. I assume you have a wife in mind for him?” “Indeed. Our last one was sent back after some weird ritual between the two.” Dulia announced. “The prince lay with her crying nearly the whole time, and rushed off to his mother when they were done. She was ejected from court in Lafaust the next day. “Interesting.” Marcos said hugging the quiet babe tighter. “Perhaps Mara can go.” Kaarthen offered. “She has professed a desire to kill again these last few days, and it would be good for her to get out and feed her hungers.” Marcos thought for a minute of the bloodbath his homicidal fuckpet would reap if given the chance, or a reason. “No… Perhaps something more delicate is needed.” Kaarthen continued undeterred. “She knows how to restrain herself. Lafaust would only loose some undesirable characters.” Marcos waved at her dismissively. “I only let her do that in Pyressel because we wanted information and it was a city-state far from our borders. She could kill somebody necessary slinking around the alleys of Lafaust. Have her go to the black temple she can challenge people there.” Augussi winced. “Ahh…” Kaarthen spoke up for her. “She’s already emptied it.” “Damn, those people were useful.” Marcos stopped to think. “These are the problems I meant when you picked up the little dirty things. Six hundred years of sexual slavery in a dungeon, and now she’s not quite right. Send her to Lafaust. Metacari should escort her, and have her work closely with one of our trained sisters so she may learn how to work in the shadows…” Marcos paused. “And help our little ‘information bureau’ replenish itself. Nobles will turn to someone for their dirty work, and we need to know who, what, and when.” “Yes, Master.” Augussi and Dulia said in unison and turned to exit. Marcos stopped them before they left. “Kill whoever you need too over there. Prince Carsol has always been very soft, and a little too soft hearted. I have worried what would happen if someone influenced his soft mind as a King. I don’t want to have those worries anymore.” He finished gravely. “Yes, Master.” The women responded and left.

Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools of eyes, many people never noticed there were no whites to them at all. His weathered skin gave him the appearance of being from the southern area of the Menthino. Tall and muscular he had a gangly look about him, but moved with the fluid grace of a long time ranger. He didn't appear to be a knight, his armor was beyond 'minimal' consisting of single hand sized plates sewn into soft, near skintight Safi leather that covered his upper and lower arms and legs, as well as half cut pieces for the top of his hands and feet. The leather was dyed black covering his entire body below the eyes and matched with only slightly stiffer leather boots split at the toe. Over this was a sleeveless hooded black robe whose openings on the sides extended to the bottom just above the knees. Most people outside of Menthino would think him an assassin by his garb, but assassins cover themselves with normal clothes to blend in. The clothes and armor were actually the all black of the Menthino light Infantry. Most knights and officers in the light infantry usually at the very least wore Calvary armor for protection but Marcos was unique and understood better than most the spirit of light Infantry. If Marcos had had foresight, he would have opted for a light grey robe instead of black. If he went any further north into the mountainous highlands even now in the heat of summer there would be enough snow to make hiding very difficult. Nevertheless, it wasn't time to worry about that, at the moment he was tracking prey or to be precise a band of 'Amazons' who he was paid to kill or drive off. He didn't know how many, but about half a dozen is what the tracks and his senses told him. He had been forced to move in the early morning hours to track the elusive band, since they moved in the very dead of night. Now with the sun just about to come up he was brought up short. Just over the ridge he was nearly atop was the bands campsite that as yet he hadn't seen before. A finger jutted off the ridgeline for a short quarter mile stretch. It was almost unnaturally flat and completely snow free. It was large enough for hundreds to fit upon and was covered in various sized rocks with bald patches showing obvious frequent use. At the moment a single barbarian woman was there idly sitting with a fire dug into the ground letting her smoke rise, obviously she was confident. However, that was also the problem, the rest of the group was gone, and Marcos could only be fairly sure they weren't already behind him. Marcos had been following this group for about two days from a requested favor by the independent city-state of Osmuun. The city sat near the western border of Menthino in the south and its only claim to fame was a decent working river dock deep and safe enough for ocean trade. He caught up to them three days north of the city in dense woods where hamlets and villages quietly farmed the summer harvest. The band had left these populated areas for the northeastern mountainous corridor yesterday. If they continued, Marcos would be tracking over a glacier and steep-walled valleys in these highlands until they came out of the mountains to the river valley of the fertile Ort, the wide fast boundary river between Astrokos and Menthino. If this woman was any indication then this band must be confident, and unaware of him, to be hunting for food before entering these dangerous wilds. Plenty of old creatures lived in these mountains from rock ogres to mountain elves, drow, minor dragons, and demon forms all scattered in pockets. The corridor is the only 'safe' route from the independent lands south and west of Menthino to the Ort since it skirted the mountains and was unfortunately quite barren. Stopping this group before they reached the river to commence their adulations would save time, however the corridor could be an excellent kill zone if and only if he could get ahead of them. Amazons for most countries are a problem. When the Astrokos Empire controlling all the lands fell, it really stemmed from problems with its women. The Empire was a paternal society that compounded the problems of sexes by fostering an extreme chauvinist bias against any feminine or 'weak' elements. Women fled to the wilderness from the society creating a sub-culture of 'Amazons' that was constantly persecuted. When a new god came to the world, it brought a new religion celebrating femininity, death, and fertility. Instant social chaos arose throughout the Empire. The troublesome barbarian Amazons, tall muscular grey-eyed silver haired pale northerners, who ran into the wilderness so many years ago, became the refuge of the 'Priestesses' when the followers of the Empire’s patron god Minun, the deity of power and chaos, persecuted them. The enclaves and moving temples these 'Sisters' carved out of the wilderness under constant pressures and attacks had the weight of half the population secretly behind them. Religious sites at rivers and shores where women bathe and worship the Goddess at the end of their cycle slowly became widespread in all lands. Another social response triggered was the female pirate, women seeking asylum or safety made their way to the shores and disappeared with ships crewed entirely by women. From within the Empire grinded to a halt as every waterway leached its population, spread discord into the homes, and discontent into the streets. Nobody knows when the Empire really fell. The northern lands are still called Astrokos to this day. Astrokos still erects self-serving stone and bronze monuments proclaiming its eternal power and glory. Now the goddess 'Dark Mother' brought forth so long ago rules the world. She rules it alone as a goddess of death. She ruthlessly pushed aside followers of other gods, and sent her own champion after their champions and children of any new gods until there was no more but only her and her children. For humans she is the embodiment of war, violence, fertility, maternity, and a death that seeps away. In the northland, she is simply prime evil. To the night creatures, she is worshipped as the ‘Night Mother’. In Marcos' homeland of Menthino, privileged nobility worship the Dark Mother openly in temples more directed to her death aspect. Normally these are infested with assassins who are allowed rest for the simple responsibility of 'serving' the crown and collecting secrets. In the capital, secretive temples focused on her fertility and maternal aspects were built over fresh flowing supplies of water. Guarded by amazons and presided over by priestesses the temples did the job of keeping the faith alive in the old-fashion way among all women by celebrating the menses, birth, and womanhood. Amazons are a problem like any living weapon that outlived whatever original purpose it could have had. Some are good for the population; attacking criminals, and working for bounty usually, they are 'Warrioresses'. 'Huntresses' fulfill a completely different role. They hunt for worthy males who will breed strong daughters. These women surround and attack travelers in one-woman ambushes either forcing a fight or 'herding' them to where all the women can attack. The purpose is testing a Huntress' honor repeatedly from the weakest to strongest in the group until the male is brought down and harvested. Men rarely return and all too often, the Huntresses take away the bodyguards leaving the old and weak or any women they find. Castration and, or death on a lonely road is an easy result of failing to prove worthy of the encounter. However if a man does survive the contest of strength he is drugged with powder through the skin to raise his virility, and potions that make him much more sensitive. Then men are 'forced' to inseminate the Huntress who made the capture. If the male can reasonably impress the group, a lifetime of sexual slavery at a remote temple enclave after ritual blinding is his new future. Villagers do not usually have the problem of bandits AND Amazons. However, where the band Marcos is after went Goddess only knows. 2**************************************** Kaarthen the Huntress felt the strain of keeping up on the hunt so soon after delivering birth. The enclave sisters had wanted her to stay and rest. She could never admit it, but being denied holding the beautiful baby boy she had made forced her to seek the familiar as she tried to move on and forget. Now after giving up 5 years seniority just to get away she was with a random group of rather amateur and petty Huntresses who knew nothing of her. She was unable to sleep or close her eyes without his face creeping up. She was despised now for being the band's weakness. The feelings of awkwardness that played with her mind at the enclave where she meditated and rested for birth stayed with her. Now she was sleepless for almost a week and feeling watched. The Huntress leader Caris, who was hardly any good, had left her behind to search the area for food. Kaarthen was not familiar with the area but felt the wooded areas to the south where they just came from would have been easier hunting. She was ignored when she tried to give advice and snarky comments about whether she could make it up the mountains with her own weight were made. Making tea was her solace. She had grown fond of what the priestesses had served in the enclave and it helped focus the mind from her leaking throbbing breasts and mourning heart. By nightfall, Marcos was beyond agitated. After staying up nearly two days straight worrying about Amazons sneaking up on him he concluded that the lone female was obviously weak somehow, and that the group still had not returned. His mind knew that there must be others but moving around he noticed no sign or tracks in the rocky snowless hill. He was tempted to ask this one but a nagging suspicion told him she had been abandoned. The sun was to set in these mountains soon. The female he was observing was fidgeting in apparently troubled sleep. Marcos crept forward into the attack. Creeping along over the top of the ridge to avoid being 'sky lined’ and coming down the steep wind face Marcos was able to roll and slither along. He reached the flatter landing and continued once he got his feet under himself. With no ability to get back easily, he was so far committed to some kind of action; with Amazons it was a mixed bag if you could reach them from a position of strength. So not knowing if she could be reasoned with, he moved from rock to rock until he could slink over smaller noisier pebbles to bald patches. Kaarthen opened her eyes her head hurt and her temple throbbed but she felt oddly rested. The strong sun warmed her despite the elevation and patches of snow visible. Trying to sit up she realized her arms were tied. Her arms were behind her and from the feel of it; her elbows and wrists were bound. She was also on a fairly steep incline so this was definitely not, where she ought to be. Nearing panic with visions of ogres lighting cauldrons or sisters raped by demons she searched wildly with her eyes, and then moved her head in jerks that really just made the pain worse. She was on the ridge still though where she did not know. The area was covered in brown stumpy foot tall grass that was coarse. Large weather-worn stones protruded, and around her snow stuck in the creases of the hill. Kaarthen spotted movement overhead. "A snake!? No feet, a sideways foot, up the hill.” She thought. Rolling over to her side, the pain eased in her head. She saw a man in black more than a pace up sitting and drinking from a waterskin before making it disappear in his shapeless overshirt. He turned and stared at her with the examining eye of an inspector. He was very dark aside from the black he wore his dark hair and expressionless eyes were enough give her an alien cold shiver in her spine. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and stood, leaning close. "You...” He paused to clear his throat and used a finger to pull the leather from his mouth. "You were left you know, your sisters haven't returned all night for you.” His voice was low enough to be above a mumble, but there was callousness there still. Kaarthen felt suddenly tired like the weight of the world left and suddenly came back down on her shoulders. Marcos watched in interest, he had felt tired too until he just watched this Amazon pass out on him. "Quite curious, she must be pretty brave to pull this stunt, I'm not that scary." Marcos eased back and stared trying to see if she was doing a marvelous job of faking. He watched her breath. Bound as she was, her breasts slowly swelled and contracted. He lowered himself down onto his knees to look at her and he had to admit she was as beautiful as any Amazon he had seen before. Her limbs were all heavily muscled, but there was a hard to define softness about this one. She was nearly his height, if he had to guess six and a half feet. Like him, she was visibly lean. However, her body was curvier, which made her seem wider and heavier. Her bright silver hair had black streaks mostly in back. The tip of an elven ear poked out of her straight hair. She had the broader shoulders and long torso, arms, and legs of an Amazon. Her hips were smaller in proportion but still wide enough for the obviously feminine flare. Her ass was compact hard and muscular. The bubbled ass made her thighs look bigger and her waist look smaller, her loincloth rode low on her hips offering a great views only covering the bottom half of her cheeks. Her thighs were wide and muscular and had scars; her thick calves were very well-shaped. Her breasts were much larger than he was used to seeing on an Amazon, they were the size of her head at least and that was without overhanging sag. They simply looked like larger versions of smaller breasts. The aureole was less than palm sized, puffy, and pale with slightly darkened rings and inverted nipples. Amazons unlike priestesses famously wear little clothes. This one had a rather small loincloth that was larger in the back for sitting. She also wore a decorated circular mantle made of hide atop her shoulders; it reached almost to her pale nipples the way she was lying. When he had grabbed her, she also wore a large cloth under the hide wrapped around her chest but Marcos had shredded it to bind her. He eased forward so he could keep her hands in sight better this way he told himself. He leaned in squatting into the slope with his right knee on the ground and the other over her body. He removed the glove of his left hand and put it in his robe then thinking to keep weapons away from her he pulled it over his head an dropped it one arms distance on the other side of his body from her. He held his hand out checking her breath. In the back of his mind, he knew it was stupid to provoke her like this but the other half was curious. ‘Was she faking? It maybe adolescent but how far would he let her go?’ He paused pulling his hand back almost deciding. Then he dropped it onto her breast. ‘Fuck it right? At least she won't expect me to be a gentleman when she wakes’" The side of the breast felt warm and rolling it in his had it felt taut, almost harder than what he'd expected, but then again it had been a while. He continued and used both hands to play with the top breast hefting, wobbling, tugging, and jiggling its weighty mass. He slid a whole hand under it. His hand, outstretched with his finger tips’ touching her chest, was covered by her warm heavy mammary past his wrist, half way to his elbow. Pulling his left hand around him felt the moisture of her milk for the first time. He slid his knees down lower and lowered his weight onto her thighs. Without even debating it in his mind, he raised the teat and suckled the nipple. He heard her sigh when he sucked the nipple out into his mouth but felt no tension in her body. The hot milk in his mouth was delicious and he could feel the tension leave her breast in both hands as he drank by the mouthful. Marcos noticed her arching her back and allowed her to roll over onto her back. He straddled her now completely, keeping his feet in between her thighs with his toes pointing down. His right hand moved up to her neck not in a choking grip but reversed to hold her restrained. He did not want to be surprised. The flow of milk did not seem to stop or slow and he realized she of course must not have nursed in a while. The more he drank the more he wanted. Marcos then felt her thighs squeezing rhythmically trying to get back together. He realized if she wasn't awake yet, she was going to be soon. Straightening up he fumbled with his buttoned fly. The buttons were hard as ever to work when handled in a rush with his thick 10 and a healthy half-inch cock taking up all the slack. Finally freeing a third button, he crouched rubbing his sensitive leaking head onto her belly. Her body was so warm to his touch of her warm breasts, her warm milk, and the insides of her thighs that radiated heat. He slid himself along her belly a strong pulsing at the base of his cock and a sudden sensitivity in the head almost made him cum. Like a zombie, he mindlessly kicked her legs open and lowered his knees between hers. In the haze of his mind he reflected how pulling a string and releasing the loincloth was like pulling the tail of a slipknot for a horse and taking a ride. The loincloth came down on one side until he noticed the knot on the other side. Her pussy was hot but not obviously wet he noticed rubbing her all around her crotch, belly, and thighs with his hands. Marcos also noticed the slight paunch from pregnancy. He removed his other glove with his teeth, the irony was not lost on him that this was really, what she wanted and would have taken if she could. He moved to her vagina and used his fingers; while the outside was hot and dry, the interior was nice, hot, and wet he noticed. He stirred his finger around then dragged it out and tickled her bud. She made obvious moans and her hips were starting to move. He pushed his fingers into her again stirring some more and sliding his fingers along the wet rough place at the top of her canal. She twigged from restive sleep to back-arching hip-raising alertness. He took advantage of her position and put in another finger heading for the same spot. Under her hips, her hands were dancing and her fingers dug into the soil. He tried to add a third finger but could only do it with them squeezed tightly together. He knew three finger across was the ticket that would at least get her wide enough to take his cock, anything else would be like bringing a horse through a half-door. Marcos worked her up for a while. He placed her bucking hips in his lap even and even licked the bud if she jumped high enough. Finally, after a third hard fought orgasm she was relaxed and was ready for the diameter if not the full circumference of his leaking cock. He unbuttoned the last two buttons on his trousers and stretched over her. Kaarthen was nearly about to go to back to sleep again, despite how much she wanted to fight or run away. She could see him over her and with one thrust, he was in deep, more than halfway into her pussy. The heat and the wetness made him feel as though he was getting a private bath for his cock. He thrust in again and her hips rose trying to dismount him and stopping his advance by moving to counter. His hazy brain made his decision and he rose up onto his knees pushed her shoulders down and thrust up hard. Her tunnel guided him deeper until he hit the almost healed mouth of her womb. Upon reaching the cervix, he instinctively lunged further with his cock again making her cringe. He started a moderate pace ramming her with hard full-length strokes. He was kissing the core with the tip of himself until it started to open also. He lunged hard again, his 10 and a half-inch cock now pushing beyond her grip with a full 2 inches after the head in the void of her womb. Kaarthen didn't know what to do, her body was in painful pleasure, and this demon holding her down was setting a mind-crushing pace. She wanted to kick him away or hold him still deep within her; she knew this painful forced orgasm was only the beginning. Marcos continued to lunge hard and quick from root to tip savoring this awesome feeling as it swept him along. His strokes pushed and pulled through her hot swirling pussy to the hot void on the other side. Again, the female under him gasped, jittered, and squeezed him. Her canal closed tightly pulsing, and for a vague moment, Marcos felt the back wall of her womb rough along his head. All too quick it was over and her body still primed was building up again. Marcos continued his march pushing himself through from root to tip into her slick wetness. Marcos raised a leg over his shoulder and squatted over the other leaning down for her nipples. He wasn't pulling back as far now and could tell his time was short. Feeling the grumble of his balls, he tightened his grip on her breast and thigh and lunged one last time to spew what he could into her. Like lightning, she was suddenly awake clawing to get away. Her body burned with the near scalding loads that were directly shot into her fertility. "Noo...NNaaa," She protested mindlessly. "Silence cow, take this.” Marcos hissed and pulled her in tighter. With Kaarthen's arms bound, she was trying to use his shoulder under her leg to be fulcrum for leverage. Finally, his grip loosened and her struggles ceased, and a body warming high accompanied their shared post-coital bliss. Kaarthen passed out again knowing not much could get worse. Marcos also felt tired and knew she could be a threat when he closed his eyes. He grabbed the shredded cloth to use once more. He bound her ankles to the binding already around her elbows. He set a few traps, since moving was now going to be difficult. Once done, he walked back and looked at her again, he was happy to have had her she really was beautiful. Covering his face, and with his robe back on, Marcos crept to the top of the ridge and watched the campsite. It had been a day and still he didn't know where the Huntresses were. Anyone who went north for food had to be crazy.

Her hands delve into the fabric of her pink dress that bellows around her lefting it up slightly over her feet so she doesn't trip while following the Dukes back which continues into the forest sorounding her fathers estate. Her father, the one that sent her out here without an escort, he was hoping that the Duke would ask for her hand in marriage, so she'd be comfurtably rich with a title.. she was not looking forward to handing over her freedom to a man who did not love her, no matter how sculpted and handsome he is. The longer we walk the thicker the trees get, seeming to swallow up all the light, her eyes slowly adjust to the sudden darkness that engulfs them. She holds out her hands infront of her, barely able to get a glimpse the ivory skin, not wanting to run into any trees she holds her breathe as she stumbles along, panic setting in when realizes the heavy footsteps of the Duke weren't crashing through the brush. In a soft voice, she whispers as if someone can hear "Duke Roden!? Are you there?" she walks a little bit farther stoping with a hand on a tree her red hair falling out of it's confined curls into her face which she switfly brushes away with a swipe of her fingers just to have it fall back down over her face. Her pouty lips part slightly letting out a sigh of frustration as the air escapes her lungs a hand slides over hers on the tree his palms scratching the smooth surface on the back of her hand. She jerks her hand free of his just to feel him catch her arms tightly, digging his fingernails in her arms till a scream tears past her lips and echoes around the forest. The struggle exhausts her and she goes slightly limp after some time she feels him loosen his grip on her arms and she tences again, ready to break free of his hold on her. He quickly slips a muscled arm around her locking her arms to her sides, she shakes her head back and forth, sending red hair flying around her, denying this is happening her. His free hand slides up her neck caressing the smooth skin softly and moves some of the wild hair out of the way before he wraps his fingers around her neck pressing a thumb against her wind pipe and tilts her head up as he leans foreward to plant a soft kiss on her silky skin of her shoulder. She tenses, all her sences focused on the feel of his mouth on her skin the sensation sends a shiver a pleasure across her skin and she bites her bottom lip nervously as he trails kisses over her shoulder and across her neck. He lingers at her earlobe his breathe caressing her skin as his arm slides up to rest just under her breasts. He says in a husky whisper "We're going to have fun aren't we, my dear?" Her breathe catches in her throat and she bucks against him , adrelinine coursing through her viens giveing her a burst of energy. She frees one arm and sends her elbow into his ribs, he grunts in surprise and his arm loosen around her enough so she can escape his hold. Lifting up her dress she quickly stumbles away, trying for her life not to trip over any roots. She no sooner makes it a foot away from him before fingers grab a hand full of her silky red hair and yank her back, a scream rises in her throat as she falls on the forest floor, the air rushes from her lungs in a woosh. He looms over her a terrifying shadow against the forests black trees. She looks up at him grey eyes filled with tears and fright. She chokes out, still trying to re-gain her breathe "w-what do y-you want!?" voice filled with fear and confusion. This makes him laugh, a sweet sound coming from a monster. He reaches down, she flinches but doesn't try to scurry away on the forest floor finding it useless since he'll just catch her again, and probly hurt her worse. His fingers wrapping around her neck cause her thoughts to stutter to a stop focused on what he's going to do next. He forces her down on the forest floor laying belly up she feels vulnerable looking up at him as his hand cuts off her airway she gasps trying to draw precious air into her lungs her hands wrap around his wrist, digging her nails into his skin she trys to draw blood. He starts to talk but his voice seems so far away as spots form in her vision, she trys with all her might to catch on to his words "Well, darling, i'm going to take you right here on the nasty forest floor.." he loosens his grip on her neck she automatically gasps in relief, as she closes her eyes and savors the sweet air filling her lungs he marvols at the rise and fall of her chest against the heavy fabric of her dress. He reaches behind him, pulling out the knife he hid in his belt, he holds it over her face so she gets an eye full of the sharp blade glinting in the little light there is. She stares at the knife wide eyed and frightened, her mind brings up all the terrifying things he could do with the knife, her heart pounds in her chest responding to the frightening vivid images that plays in her mind full of blood and sliced skin. A whimper catches in her throat as he touches the cold blade against the side of her neck she holds her breathe as it slides downto her colarbone, the cold metal against her skin makes goosebumps rise along the surface. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip as he grips the front of her dress, he looks into her face sculpted in fear and confusion, and he feels him self grow harder he growls out in a voice roughened by lust as he starts to slide the knife through the fabric of her dress easily cutting it away easily cause he sharpened his blade in preperation for today.

I have discovered over the years that hiding in the shadows or fucking younger family members can be inherently risky to ones freedom. I have a pretty good gig going here that is a whole lot less risky and a lot less difficult. I am a manager at a local hotel so I make it a point to hire only the youngest and prettiest girls to work part time at the front desk. So let me fill you in on how it goes down. Just the other day I was coming in right after Crissy, a part time High school we have help out on the front desk. So she has her attention on helping a guest, and this is the perfect time for me to slip a few hundred bucks out of the drawer, and slip it in my pocket. Now needless to say when she goes to get ready to leave, she counts her drawer and comes up short. She goes into a panic, so I count the drawer and yep its short(snicker). So I act like I am calling the owner to find out what to do, and make it sound like a deadly serious conversation, “But sir I don’t want to have to put her through that.”. By now she is trembling. So the conversation goes something like this... “Crissy I'm sorry honey but the owner says because of the amount I have to call the law. They will probably question you for a while and call your parents. Also your parents will probably be sued for the missing money.” She is blubbering by now absolutely terrified. “Mr Greg please no....can we work this out...I will work for free until its paid off...My parents would never believe I screwed up that much...(sobbing) I aaam iiin sooo mmmuch trrrooubble!” Now just the fear in her eyes along with the tears flowing across her pale freckled skin was starting to give me a rise. So I figured it was a good time to move on with the plan. “Crissy honey settle down, I think we can work this out without anyone finding out about it.” “How Mr Greg? You already called the owner.” “Well,I will pay it out of my pocket, and say it was miscounted, there was money under the drawer.” “Thank you Thank you Mr Greg I will pay you back I swear.” “Now wait a minute Crissy, I am glad you want to pay me back, but I don’t want money I want you to do something for me instead.” “OK! what Mr Greg?” “Follow me, I'll show you.” I had her follow me to one of the unoccupied rooms. She had this look of glee and willingness like we were about to go do some cleaning or other menial work that a manager wouldn’t want to do. Crissy is a very cute, fully freckled, ivory white skinned, redhead from our local high school's work program. She is 14 just a few months short of 15. She is very shy, and very sheltered with little to no confidence in herself. Her family is Irish Catholic very stringent. I have heard her in conversion with other younger employees talking about holding on to her virginity until she is married. She is about 5'2 100lbs 32B typical Irish pale white with red hair, beautiful green eyes. She was wearing her hotel uniform of khakis and a golf shirt. None of the buttons on the shirt were buttoned and you could see the contrast of her gold cross against her milky skin. I approached her from behind and started giving her what seemed to her to be casual friendly shoulder rub. She was appreciative and thanked me. I let my hands a little lower now rubbing around her shoulder blades she hung her head down as she was enjoying it. My hands made it around through her armpits and I started rubbing very closely to the side and base of her breasts. “Mr Greg I think you want something else besides work.” With a grin on my face I replied “Yes Crissy I do, you are young, beautiful, and have something I want. I am 34 and cant legally get what I want unless I am sure you wont let the cat out of the bag.” Crissy seemed to be flattered and scared at the same time, she trembled a little but offered no resistance as my hands got closer to brushing more sensitive areas of her bosom. “This is win win for both or us, your mistake gets forgotten, no police, no suit, and your parents never know anything. I get to fulfill a fantasy with a young girl, and all is well.” She pondered my words for a while as I was still massaging. “Ok Mr Greg, but I have never done anything with a boy...uh man before except for a little kissing.” “That’s ok Crissy, I'll be slow, gentle, and make sure your first time feels wonderful. She gave me a shy but scared smile. I turned her to face me and hugged her reassuringly. Running my fingers through her red hair I held her by the back of her head and gently kissed her, admiring her gorgeous green eyes, and the subtle scent of mint from where she had been chewing gum earlier in the day. She was surprisingly relaxed. I untucked her shirt and pulled it up over her red hair. That hair was such a turn on the red hair, the gold cross, and her pale skin with a seemingly gleaming white bra covering her still hidden breasts. On her pale chest and face were hundreds of freckles. She watched as I took of my shirt and gave her another hug just to feel her against me. I am what I would consider an average white guy as far as skin color goes. I am not dark nor pale but just typical but the color of her skin against mine was like night and day. I unsnapped her khakis and unzipped them making sure to go slow and intentionally rub against the sensitive area underneath. Her pants slid down her slender legs to her ankles where she stepped out of them and her shoes. She was standing there before me in her white bra and matching conservative cotton panties. She was obviously still going through puberty. She was skinny without much in the way of hips, but her breasts had already developed to a nice size. I had her turn around with her back to me, I unclasped the two troublesome hooks on her bra and pulled the straps down and let it fall to the floor. She instinctively crossed her arms across her chest. I got on my knees behind her and gently pulled her panties down and she lifted her feet out for me. I knelt there with my face right at her barely developed behind and placed my hands on her hips and spun her back around. It was almost like an awakening, it was true, the carpet does match the drapes. She had a beautifully trimmed strip of red pubic hair almost like a landing strip about an inch wide. Apparently she had been trimmed up to wear a bikini. At that distance I could smell a wonderful sweet aroma of perfume and young girl. Fighting every urge I had to throw her down and go at it, I regained composure and stood up and gently uncrossed her arms to see her perfect little B cups. “Mr Greg do you still think im pretty like this?” “You mean naked Crissy?” “Yea, I am skinny, and not as pretty as the older girls in my classes.” Now I may have led her into this situation by deceit but my answer was as honest as the day is long. “Honey you are beautiful. Different guys like different things, and I happen to like you exactly the way you are.” She shyly thanked me, and then she surprised me. “Mr Greg this isnt fair.” “What do you mean Crissy,you agreed to this.” “No Mr Greg I am naked and you aren’t.” “Well Crissy come over and help me take off my pants like I did for you.” She stepped up to me and nervously started fumbling with the button on my pants. “ Kneel down like I did hon, so you can see what you're doing.” She got down on her knees, and managed to get me unbuttoned and pulled my pants and boxers down together. She about fell backwards in surprise when my aching hard on sprung out and nearly missed hitting her in the nose. Her eyes got as big around as pie tins from the shock. We both giggled a little bit. She was curious and kept staring at it. I asked her if she had ever seen one before and she said only her little brothers when she used to have to bathe him. She examined my cock closely almost acting like it was going to bite her if she got too close. “Go ahead and touch and play with it sweety, it's ok.” She pressed downward on it a little with her forefinger and let it spring back, she had a sheepish smile like it amused her. She wrapped her hand around it and felt up the full length, looking at how red the head was, the veins, and how it had a pulse. She felt her way under and felt my balls she seemed to like how soft the scrotum was. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more of that soft touch, so I helped her back to her feet. I was determined there wasn't an inch of this beautiful girl I was going to miss, so I had her lay face down in the middle of the bed, I gave her a gentle massage starting at her feet, up her calves, she cooed a little as I went across her butt and on to her lower back, worked my way up her back, shoulders, and neck. Now in order to get to the more interesting parts I had her roll over. I rubbed her arms from the hands up to her collar bones placed one of my hands behind her neck and kissed her,while the other hand lightly dragged the fingers over her breast. She took a deep breath when I drew across her nipple which was hard surrounded by a puffy areola. I retreated from our kiss so I could use both hands and see the wonderful body I was handling. I played quite awhile petting, squeezing, rubbing, and finally sucking on those soft mounds of pale flesh. By now she was breathing heavier as I could see her chest rising and falling while kissing a soft straight line down onto her stomach, I teased around her navel a little. She giggled softly apparently that was a ticklish spot for her. I kissed along her waist just above where her pubic hair stopped, as well s along the sides onto her leg and thighs,being careful not to touch the prize yet. “Are you ok Crissy? Does this feel good?” all she was able to manage to get out was “uh-huh” I was amazed, most usually put up a struggle or argument, and have to be reminded of what will happen. Not Crissy, not one iota of resistance, she was visibly scared and nervous but seemed to be genuinely enjoying what was happening. “Are you ready for things to feel better Crissy?” I said with my mouth right near her wonderful smelling pussy, so she feel my breath and the vibration from my voice. “Uh-Huh” she squeaked. I put the tip of my tongue just below her oozing opening and licked slowly straight up until I hit the hood covering her clit. She moaned and shook the whole way. Flicking the hood around with my tongue I licked just under it hitting her bare unprotected clit. She bucked up in the air like something under the bed kicked her, and about crushed my head by clamping her legs closed. It took her a minute to get used to the feeling. I went back down and started licking and tongue fucking around the honey hole. I had to go just a little farther and lick right around her rosebud. She jumped and gasped “Mr Greg that’s my butt!” “Yes I know didn’t it feel neat?” “Well yea..I just didn't think you would touch my butt.” As I did it for a minute she just went back to moaning. I rolled over on my back with my mast pointed skyward and said “Ok girl..your turn.” she looked confused. “I want you to suck on my dick, that feels as good to me as what you felt when I licked you.” She didn’t object but said “What if I do it wrong and it don’t feel good?” “Don’t worry you can't do it wrong I will tell you what I want.” She held it close to the base and gently licked the head like a lolly pop, kinda sampling to see what it tasted like. “ooh yea lick the whole thing from bottom to top” she did just that she got me throbbing and my dick all wet. “put it in your mouth and suck on it” she put the head in her mouth and gently sucked. “move up and down when you suck, move your young around and put as much of it in your mouth as you can.” next thing I new she was sucking like a pro “oh honey you are doing too good I m so hard and so close to cumming, I need you to stop and lay down for me.” She stopped and lid down on her back and I climbed between her legs. She saw how close my cock was to her pot of gold and immediately got nervous. “Mr Greg are you going to...uh going to put it....uh in me?” “Yes Crissy this is what I've been waiting for the whole time.” “Will it hurt? I've never had anything in me.” “Nothing? Not even when you play with yourself?” “My parents told me it was a sin, so I’ve never tried it.” “Don't worry honey I'll be careful not to hurt you. It will be ok, how can anything that feels good be a sin?” “I guess your right Mr Greg.” I rubbed gently around her warm muffin to make sure it was still nice and lubed. Slowly I started to shallowly finger her tight hole. I could feel resistance as it came in contact with her Hymen. I was careful not to break it, as that was reserved for another part of my anatomy. I worked my finger in and out and she was liking it moving her pelvis to match my strokes. I slowly pulled my finger out and inched my cock closer to her. I could see her tense up at the sight of it being near her entrance. “Crissy honey I wont lie, it will hurt for a minute, but then it will subside, and then feel really good. Ok?” She nodded her head, as I placed the head of my manhood at the opening at her love tunnel and pressed on until I met the same resistance of her cherry. I went in and out slowly only that far for a little while until she was fully relaxed and thought that’s all there was too it. She was very wet and well lubed. So in one swift thrust I drove it in all the way to the root. I felt her cherry give way, all her muscles tightened and gripped the foreign piece of meat in her no longer virgin pussy. She bit her lip and you could see tears running down the sides of her face. She was a brave girl and never said a word yet I knew it hurt. I continued slowly moving my cock in and out of her wonderful snatch now filled with her natural lube and a small amount of blood mixed in. As a few minutes had elapsed of me slowly fucking her she began to feel the pleasure and started moving in rhythm. I picked up the pace and began to quicken with some stronger thrusts, hard enough that I could feel my sack hitting her ass. She was in the groove now moaning and her little Bs were jiggling from the pumping. “Crissy take your finger and play with your clit, that’s where I licked earlier and you jumped remember?” “Uh-huh” her finger was already at work before she replied. Her moaning and breathing got more and more erratic. I could feel her vaginal walls rippling around my cock. Her pale skin was now glowing red. I could barely hang on any longer. “MMMR GGGGREG IMMM....” her body bucked and tensed up stiff her pussy was convulsing and squeezing my dick. That was it. I went as deep as it would go and began pumping load after load of cum in her sweet pussy. Soon I could feel in running down between her bung hole and my balls, and onto the bed spread. I pulled out now most of the way soft and a pool of semen ran out of her. She was still shaking and speechless, I couldn’t have walked if I wanted too my knees were shaking. We laid there for about a half hour. I just held her in my arms. I whispered in her ear “Thank you, you are incredible, and beautiful.” To my surprise she responded “Thank you Mr Greg. I am glad my first time felt so good and was with someone experienced instead of those grabby guys at school.” We showered together. She grabbed her backpack and left to get home before her parents did. I returned to the desk to help the girl that was watching it, and put the money back in the drawer. Crissy still thinks to this day that I paid it, and I'm her hero. Every so often she calls me into a room to help with something and throws me a naughty wink.

I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story. I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion and think to yourself "wow, if only they....". Leave a comment. You're likely not alone. It may not be in every segment, but you will certainly see your fetish. I write because I haven't seen non-consent, rape, impregnation, with large/ muscular women in enough stories. So please enjoy and comment freely. Marcos was the only man in a group of twenty-one. Kaarthen and Vellina had suddenly become the celebrated leaders of the ‘band’ of women. They made their pace slowly, the women needed to sleep. Marcos had more sex but the grinding urge to move faster was always nagging him since he knew that the northeastern fort had to be only a day away. Their progress was further complicated when they came upon a purity site at a stream. A simple pole with a red rag tied around it was visible from the road. The women were ecstatically happy for the Goddess’ blessing to bathe. Marcos was pretty furious since they were within a few miles of the fort. His fury however, didn’t stop him from keeping a watch over the women as they bathed. He watched Kaarthen and Vellina in particular. Despite the sun having been up for a while, mist rose off the water where the women bathed. A stunning backdrop of twenty naked women surrounded Kaarthen. They frolicked and bathed around and in front of her. Kaarthen was glad to have his attention so directly. She had felt many pushes to make the women forget his presence and try to have fun. Vellina was before her swimming on her back, her hair floated around her. After the women had returned to the road, she casually checked within his robe and found him still quite hard. The group went directly to the fort. The design of the structure was very simple. A high picket wall made of timbers stood over a mound of dirt as a foundation. Across the top of the foundation, logs were bound standing and leaning into each other. The mound of the foundation made a stand for archers behind the picket. Behind the fence was a large ditch used for the mounds dirt. The road smoothly wound through a gap in the fence, used as a checkpoint. The road went over the ditch and curved around the main entrenchment; a large stonewall surrounded a large slate roofed wooden keep. The distance between the inner wall and outer was one hundred and fifty yards, the firing distance of an arrow from the top of the inner wall. The road curved between the two walls before exiting the other side. From the fort, running southwest was a mound reinforced with sharpened logs. Marcos knew it went well into the forest and defined part of Menthino’s border. Despite looking useless, the chest high mound would be extremely difficult to cross with a horse. The mound was also reinforced with considerable magic to notify the patrols and fort. Two other permanent emplacements were to the southeast. After those two, all there is are temporary moveable towers guarding the frontier until the Ort turns south. A range of hills run south paralleling the Ort to the west before breaking for a small river and the east capital of Lafaust. The heaviest concentrations of troops guard those hills and several large fortresses are linked by tunnels and trenches to create one large citadel. Entering the fort was easy. Marcos was in uniform and a large amount of border guards are light infantry mainly as archers and rangers. The women were also allowed in but they demurred and sat in the sun near the road. Marcos was asked to report to a young watch officer. The officer wore a gauntlet on his left arm. It was black steel for the light infantry. The gauntlet’s design was mostly a frame covering from the elbow to finger tip. At mid forearm, four eyehole slots like those for buttons were made. The holes could take different items or weapons like horse reins, shields, cross bows, courier bags, or blades. Marcos noticed his was worn but mostly new. Like most people not expecting him, they treated him like most other rank and file. “Soldier, make your report.” The officer said from behind his desk. “I have none.” “But you asked to see the fort commander?” “I thought either he or yourself could help.” “What unit are you with? Who needs assistance?” “I’m not with a unit. I believe I’ll need to see the fort commander.” “You’re not even showing proper respect to me. Why would I allow you to disgrace the fort commander? He’ll have you in stocks if you’re wasting his time.” “Just go get him. I understand as his lieutenant you want to make sure everything is in order.” “You will stay here then until I return, remember whatever training you had for talking to the commander is that understood?” The officer rose and started to leave. “Are you armed? Remove your robe.” For a second, the two stared at each other and Marcos didn’t move. Marcos wondered if the officer would try something. He knew he looked suspect, he hadn’t looked directly at the officer the whole time, but the officer went on his way. A few minutes later, the fort commander came in with the young officer and one guard following and another positioned outside the door. He took one look at him and kneeled to the guard's and officer's surprise. Marcos felt relief somebody remembered who gave them their gauntlet. In a blur of administrative activity the commander, a salt and pepper hair veteran, had twenty horses brought out. They were mostly stout draft and carriage horses. However, they were all the fort could spare with the continuous operations needed on a border shared by an active enemy. The moved to the map room in the basement. What the map room did using various types of magic, was give a real time bird’s eye view from above the clouds of the sector the border fort was responsible. The display took up a section of floor and observers could walk into and over it without problem. They looked down through the clouds like gods as the young officer gave a quick recap of events over the last month in the northwestern sector. The map was not able to play back all events, but it could look closer at places where things took place. It could replay to show intruders as they crossed the mound or any large groups approaching such as his band. Marcos exited the keep to find the women talking amongst each other and to pairs of guards. He wanted to have the noisy group go ahead perhaps with Vellina if need be. He needed to head south and slightly west to eastern edge of the mountains. The city-state of Grippe was a repository for his gauntlet when he went west, and a city connected by magic to Mavvus. Once there he could dress as the Immortal of Menthino and check on the running of things. He found and told Kaarthen the plan and asked her what she thought. Inside she was happy to have Marcos to herself. She again noted she had no familiarity with horses. She didn’t mention the goddess’ internal library with a long understanding of the millions of ways one can die on, near, or because of horses. Further, she noted they would only be able to take one horse to be fair so they would be better off walking. She said all this while reading Marcos’ own surface thoughts, and watched as he smiled behind the leather covering his face. The women were sad to see him go. They were told that Vellina was immortal and could protect them. They relaxed once they knew they would have an extra horse and, that the way forward was clear. Vellina was happy that four light armored cavalrymen would escort them while she got familiar with the horse. The fort’s guards were sad to see the women go after only a few hours. However, the women were determined now to press on and get to Cardin while the route was known to be safe and secure. Cardin is the city that is on the southern edge of the flood plain. It functioned as the gateway to the interior and a waypoint for those waiting for the flooding to be over. The sprawling city rivaled Mavvus in the late winter when it took in its flood refugees. Cardin was also a huge economic hub storing the grain and produce of the northern flood plain as it prepared to be distributed. In its own right it was a leather producer, they used the many empty houses used for the flood refugees as drying houses and freezers during the late spring through early winter. A canal also connected Cardin to the sea through Mavvus. Marcos and Kaarthen were then alone and able to share a dinner offered by the fort commander. They wound up staying the night. “I am happy to be able to sleep in a real bed. It’s been so long.” Kaarthen said jumping on the narrow bed along the wall. “The room I have in Mavvus would be much more splendid.” Marcos pointed out. “Really? Tell me about that place as we go to bed.” “The tower is built into the inner wall in the capital’s citadel. It is larger in diameter than the inner wall of this border fort. Inside the tower, I have my own armory, library, dungeon, and practice rooms, and my own personal temple. The roof has rain collectors, and even a garden. I also have one-way transports to Grippe to the west, Cardin to the north, Leethon to the southwest, Lafaust to the east, and Pessilberg on the coast to the south.” “Why one way? We could be back by now.” “The Citadel of Mavvus is impregnable. I didn’t want a back door leading into my home. Besides we’re immortal now, time is a convenience. When you start counting time by decades and centuries, you’ll understand.” Kaarthen knew, though he didn’t say, that he almost never stayed in the tower. In fact, despite that entire tower was his, he was usually lonely and spent time in the royal Dark Mother’s temple acting like statues and breeding a collection of women for exotic beauty. “I got a robe for you. I cut it so your breasts could breathe a little.” He said staring. Her bosoms were exposed along the undersides without her chest wrap. She at first wanted to put her mantle under it or over, but a remark about being choked with it made her leave it. “You look sexier that way.” Marcos said grinning lecherously. The sides of the breasts were uncovered by the side gaps and always threatening to expose her as she moved. “What’s in this thing? It weighs a ton.” “Oh, right, it conceals the armor on the inside.” Marcos opened a worn edge on his to show her a quarter inch thick chainmail slab that protected the chest and attached to a dense wool fabric backing with similar sized back piece. The outer shell was thin as silk and oversized to conceal the armor. “So with that you get excellent protection from arrows and such. The outer fabric twists around arrows that do go in and helps in the removal of the missiles and protects from poisons.” Marcos showed how the fabric was very strong and hard to pierce but wouldn’t stop a wound. “It also on the inside has many subtle cleverly placed pockets. For knives, throwing darts, some have places for swords, mine has a water bag, and I also carry a map.” “Marcos, why does an immortal wear armor?” “In this day and age there aren’t lots of Champions running around. People aren’t familiar with our limitations, unlike vampires or elves. I can be killed, but it would take another Champion to pull it off.” Marcos said. “The main reason I wear armor is to fit in. I want people to think I’m as fragile as they are. It makes them less likely to seek some creative solution. I don’t want someone bringing up a volcano for me to fall in or dropping mountains to bury me.” Marcos mused. “I want them to come try and stab me. I want them to come close and die like the rest with surprise on their face.” After considering all this Kaarthen took off the robe, stood topless with her proud breasts swaying, and asked, “Marcos please relive my pressure. It has been to long.” She stopped him as he stepped forward. “First, could you remove the robe and leather? Now that I know what all that stuff is I don’t want to go to bed with it.” Kaarthen said. She gestured to his Safi armor, noting a sink for it to stay wet. Marcos happily obliged and they got on the narrow bed together. Marcos lay between her legs suckling contently. “Since I’m naked, I want you to be fair and remove the loincloth protecting your nether. That would help us both get comfortable, on our way to sleep.” Marcos said to her, he was already untying her loincloth anyway. Kaarthen giggled and cupped her breasts for him and raised her hips. Marcos enjoyed the warmth of her body. She always seemed warm especially in the breasts. Looking up from her stomach they looked like the onion domed buildings of Dar Delis. From above they were perfectly round. Kaarthen’s breasts were like a young girl who barely started growing and had cones. Only Kaarthen’s were bigger than her head and their base extended off her chest to the sides and front. They were also slightly rounded all around from their own mass. Pale puffy nipples capping the tops were gloriously exotic. The rare inverted nipples were a pleasure to play with. Marcos noted how she always had an orgasm when he sucked out the nipples to stand free. The thick teats were the size of fingertips and rubbery, they both enjoyed his light chewing. In fact, Marcos noted she had an orgasm with almost anything he did. He scooted down her body to stare at her pussy. Marcos hadn’t gone down on a woman in years he suddenly noticed. Marcos had a harem in Mavvus of beautiful exotic women he bred. He’d known for a while they weren’t quite normal, they were in effect loyal dolls constantly striving for attention. Some were quite clever, and even his rejects were some of the most expensive and skilled courtesans in the world. He had bred out major strains of jealousy and drama inducing social climbing at great expense. He had trained a majority of them in death arts, primarily for their feelings of closeness, secondarily for protection. The training allowed them out of the tower. Usually they went to the Dark Mother’s temple, learned further skills, and heard current palace rumors and intrigue from the many assassins and thieves who loitered in the side chambers. They were also required to play music or dance for the celebrations at the temple. They all had a hero worship mentality for him. Most people are not extremely aware of the person who keeps them, provided for, and arranged for their birth. The fact that they are, means a mixed bag of calming religious and erotic harem atmospheres is usual when he is present. Some other noble women and rich matrons seduce him for novelty or apparent power building. Therefore, the women he had were usually very aroused just being in his presence, and wanted him in them. They could lick themselves if he was gone and usually they did enjoy playing amongst each other. Kaarthen's pussy was wet and very pale. As Marcos started to lick and spread it he noticed how the flesh inside was a grayish purple like the rings of her nipples. Oddly, Kaarthen stopped him. “I can play with girls whenever I want. I spent a whole lifetime with them, and the last few days to boot. I want you inside of me. I want your seed.” Kaarthen said, after she pulled him up to kiss her. She reached between them and tugged his cock to her body. “You always make me happy this way.” She said kissing him. She brought her knees up to her sides. Her very open body seemed to suck him in. He always marveled at how her whole body seemed so receptive to him. Her pussy was so wet and yet it felt so tight. Her pussy once it had him, squeezed, and sucked him in further. Lying, atop her was a dream. Marcos was allowed to alternate between her breasts and kissing her. He could, especially when her mammoth pointed breasts were being sucked, see her beautiful body. The contrasting colors of her body always mesmerized him. When she spoke of it, she was always proud her mother harvested a drow. She also told stories of how sneaky it helped her become at night as she grew up. He noticed in any direct light the pale surface of her skin shone, but in the shadows and times of low light, she might as well be a drow herself. Marcos also gauged how full her breasts were to how dark they were. “I think the Dark Mother made a good choice in sending you along. I think I could use a companion, especially since you bring fresh milk.” That’s good, but you should keep fucking your companion. I’d like to get out on the road early, and see these tinkerers.” “Hhmm…no problem.” Marcos picked up the pace and her pussy did the rest. Before too long he came deep inside her. They lay with each other as they went to sleep. Marcos was satisfied. His cock was inside an amazing pussy that suckled him to sleep. The morning came quickly. The fort was always in round the clock operations. Marcos and Kaarthen left before the sun came up and walked a little slower eating warm breads. They picked up the pace by the time the sun came up and were well along. “I figure if we went midday to sunrise it would be a quick journey of three days. I figured it would take two days to get back to Mavvus using the roads. We’ll be traveling pretty fast since we’re in effect traveling twice as long as regular. The only way our speed could get better is if we could find horses that didn’t need rest or that didn’t sleep.” He noted as they walked. Two days into the trip, he felt some thing moving towards them from up ahead. The lands of chaos that border Menthino were hemmed in by a river. Every once and a while, creatures from those harsh lands come across the water searching for, or becoming food. Usually they’re lost and on their way to meet questing adventurers seeking to make a name for themselves. “Kaarthen, arm yourself. There is some thing up ahead coming towards us.” Marcos said. “Do you know what they are?” “Not friendly and not human either.” They continued forward. Marcos kept his hands in his robe, and Kaarthen had her Lourndai out. The sun was low enough for the for the mountain air to get cool again. They came over a rise to spot a family of wolvers. Bipedal and animal-like, usually wolvers are attacked by farmers who think them werewolves. They are omnivorous, but only eat grasses for digestion and rarely attack humans except in famine. Short stubby six inch tails protrude from the hindquarters. Thin long dark hair covers their bodies. This family had an alpha with a thick black mane, three shorter haired females, a scruffy adolescent male, and a nursing cub. They sat in the long grasses off the road near the forest they lived in. Marcos thought that this close to the mountains they might have been displaced by the hunting creature that came out of the mountains in the summer. As they continued even further they heard yelps from behind. To the right, charging the wolvers was a group of trolls. There were only ten of the jabbering creatures. Trolls are average man size. They were sickly yellow, with thick toadlike skin, long floppy ears, and a long hooked beak-like nose. They wore animal pelt loincloths and skirts. Most had spears or axes, and sparse long black hair trailing to their mid back. The trolls changed course for the humans as they drew near. “Well that explains it!” Marcos shouted as the trolls closed in, glad to not look like a fool. The wolvers ran in the opposite direction along the road. The alpha obviously had a more defensive outlook. Marcos and Kaarthen stood to the side of the road. He didn’t need to explain the obvious advantages of keeping the enemy off solid ground. The trolls closed in through the tall grass. They used primitive but lethal stone axes and spears. Kaarthen kept Lourndai close as they stopped within range. Her posture was similar to dealing with the temple women. The trolls moved to surround them. Marcos and Kaarthen sidestepped apart to keep the trolls in front. The trolls grew impatient and jumped. The ones on Kaarthen’s side were caught in a double swing that crossed their chests and legs. The heavy magical blade didn’t bounce or ricochet as it sliced necks, chest cavities, and severed legs. As she brought the blade back, she swung it across her body and then spun around with it. Four trolls lay dead or dying and only two more faced her. Across from her Marcos was having fun. Four trolls had attacked, two at a time. Fighting in his usual unarmed style, Marcos had brought a knife hand down and knocked the point of the lead troll’s spear down and away to the right. He caught the troll’s forward hand and swung the troll around and away across his body to the left. He followed with grabbing its upper arm at the shoulder and dealt him a sidekick to crush its knee. The second troll to his left hacked at him with an overhead chop. Marcos leaned back for it to miss and stepped past it on the right, clotheslining the creature with a bent elbow to the throat. He stepped into troll number three and grabbed its axe as he pushed it by the side of the head into number four. He brought the ax into a side arms slash that caught number four in the neck and allowed him from there to then to drop it into the back of number three’s head. He spun quickly and took a step bringing the ax through the back of number five’s left knee. Kaarthen killed the last troll by sidestepping and catching its center thrust with her left hand and jabbing Lourndai into its upper chest with her right. She twisted and removed the massive blade when the troll was on the ground. Marcos dropped the ax knowing the wolvers would finish the two he disabled. “So are you ready? I think those wolvers will be along to make sure theses don’t go to waste.” Marcos said casually. “I want to have sex when we get to Grippe.” Kaarthen said offhand, as she cleaned the blade in a troll’s loincloth. She stared curiously at the odd hairy tab of flesh she saw underneath it. “Well we’ll be there by sunrise. The forest is ending here. A few hills and we’ll hit Grippe at the base of the mountains. In fact, we’ll be there just after the sun goes down if you quit staring.” Marcos replied watching her. The two set off, and as the sun was going down, they came to the top of a hill and saw the lights of Grippe set in the base of a mountain. 18***************************************************** Ailli stalked her prey along the rocks and among the statues in the early morning hours. Earlier she had hunted with Kassin and found a hunting party of elves. They were settled in for the night and had two small fires. The group of eight was average for what they found. They were settling in for the night, and the fire was just embers when they attacked. Kassin mowed through killing five confused, sleeping, unarmed elves. Ailli came in riding the wave of destruction with her. They had as usual killed everything, and had nothing to harvest. As trophies, Kassin had started collecting the curved double-edged daggers the elves carried. The two women that day didn’t have sex since they had gone so much further then usual. That was the reason Ailli was hunting now. Lately, she needed a little sex to help her to bed. She found it by using the ogress. Kassin had several days ago brought the ogress into the temple for a ceremony. She had chained it straddling the altar with its ass hanging off the edge. The arms were bound crossing its back and tied wrist to elbow on either side. She had also used a shackle as an o-ring in its mouth, and bound it by the back of the neck to the altar. Another chain wrapped around the creature's waist and snaked though its arms for insurance. All the chains and shackles were magically bonded and reinforced. The ceremony was quick. It was a modified elven ritual making the ogress a protector of the enclave. Usually the ritual is for bonds with forest magical creatures, stags, wolves, bears, or tigers. The ogress' new focus would now be protecting the enclave and its inhabitants. The other parts of the ritual made the creature just short of immortal by giving it huge boosts to strength and rejuvenation. The ogress was now a phenomenally powerful and loyal creature that fed off energy from the enclave. Kassin had obliged Ailli in a little celebration for the ritual with their new protector. “She’ll suck your dick Kassin, or I will. Let’s get her in the mood.” Ailli said undressing, Kassin followed suit. “Alright, what are you gonna do at that end? Your cock can’t do much for something like this.” “True enough, but I have my ways. If that doesn’t work we’ll double team it and I’ll fuck its ass.” “Anal? Wow, I see where your confidence from the last day or so came from. I suppose it was you, fucking it when it was on the pole.” Kassin straddled the altar and stuck her cock in the ogress’ mouth. The danger was very exciting. The ogress had a blank face and its jaws were stout obviously good at chomping bone. Without the magic in the shackle, even steel would collapse. “Let me help you both enjoy this more.” Ailli said. She snaked in her hand, grabbed the Kassin’s cock, and enlarged it to fill the hole. It extended to fifteen inches down the throat of the surprised ogress. “Don’t let her fool you. She did this plenty of times when she wanted food or water out there.” Kassin smiled. “She’s doing it. I can feel her tongue, this feels great.” “Good, I’ll be back here working her holes” Ailli got back and extended herself to the nearly two-foot monster that was as wide as her foot, the ogress had become accustomed with. The ogress always shamefully aroused itself for submission around her. It was trained now to get wet by scent or sight. The filthy creature quickly got warmed up and its nasty frothy hole started winking and dripping its invitation. Ailli however, had self-control and she showed it. She showed it by only running her cock around the slit getting her wet. The creature would know after today who it belonged to. She fingered its pisshole surrounded by its donut shaped clitoris. By now, it was getting big enough for two fingers and soon she’d fuck that too. “Wow, what are you doing back there? She’s gotten real excited.” Kassin said leaning forward pumping its face with both hands on the ogress’ shoulder blades. “Just wait, you'll be glad this thing's strapped down in a minute.” Ailli said and with a half step, buggered the helpless creature. True to her word, the creature attempted to buck as Ailli burrowed herself in. The anal cavity on the creature was probably also intended for submission. Ailli got into it without any clamping or attempts to push her cock out. The cavity had bumps and it seemed to be bleeding or self-lubricating as she worked herself in and out. She spread the ogress’ cheeks to get a good look at her cock-laying claim to the creature’s ass. Kassin came loudly jamming her cock down its throat. The ogress climaxed as well gagging wetly and clamped Ailli’s cock so hard it arrested all movement. Ailli was then triggered and a long orgasm spewing buckets of cum made her weak kneed. It was still going when she fell back into the water, cum oozed down her cock onto her swollen slit. ******** Now, hunting the ogress was her morning ritual. Kassin seldom took part, and never let her use the whip when she did. The ogress had learned to be sneaky. The constant hunting had improved her actual hunting and harvesting. She found it by the noisy waterfalls in the north end of the enclave. She stalked in close and got her whip around its neck quickly. The ogress then dropped to its hands and knees. The loyalty of the bond stopped it from fighting back. It had also quickly learned from the beginning she didn’t tolerate struggling. Ailli walked in close, the memory of taking it for the first time was replaying. The monsters constantly wet hole was begging her attention. First, she pushed its head down and fingered its clit. The creature always liked the stimulation. She realized it wasn’t constantly being fucked throughout the day. Therefore, these mornings were good releases for both of them. She left her cock unmodified and hefted it to its pussy. The ogress bounced back when she touched it. She got the ogress hot when she rubbed it, now it was getting demanding. She pulled back and slapped its ass. It mumbled a moan. She rubbed its clitoris more to get it real hot. The ogress leaned into the feeling. The beasts need for a climax was starting to rule it. She gave it one and let it enjoy the bliss. She started giggling as it calmed itself. She shoved her cock at its clitoris. Its small hole opened up only a little, and the monster tried to jump back. Ailli found stepping, kneeling, or stomping on the backs of its knees or ankles was good for stopping any movement. She shoved again harder and the unmistakable tremor of an orgasm went through its back. Pained moaning was hidden in the confused climax. Ailli didn’t give it rest, and with five more brutal thrusts, she was seated halfway in the pisshole of the monster. She gave it more short quick thrusts deepening herself within it. The whole time the ogress’ pussy gushed its shame and exploded out over her. By accident, her cock slipped out and they rested for a moment leaning into each other. She cast her cock to its monster size and mounted the ogress properly. She felt the pussy was much wetter then before. The ogress rocked back into her with resignation, it was already quite well fucked and already exhausted. She grabbed the whip and used it around its neck as reins to force herself deeper until her nearly two-foot cock nuzzled the slack mouth of its womb. With that goal before her, she pushed harder and harder to gain the entrance to that hole. She pushed through slightly as the ogress came. The whole of its vagina squeezed and sucked urging her to climax. The mouth of the womb was closed tight around the tip of her fist-sized cock. She knew that if this ogress could get pregnant, now was the time it would happen. She released her load into it with short deep strokes while lolling her head moaning and sighing. It was in that position that Caris and the Traveling temple Sisters found them. With Ailli choking a ogress on its hand and knees with her whip around its neck, moaning her satisfaction as she arched herself deep into it. She collapsed on to its back before pushing of it and slapping its ass. The women stared at her massive cock as she unwound her whip and sat back to catch her breath. The ogress dragged itself off into the water. Alli propped her self up. The blissful feeling of contentment kept her usual nervousness at bay. “And what, are your names?” she asked.

Leonhard was using his computer for complex chemical equations, wracking his brains in service of a nasty dictator named Bison. He was caught in a raid on his own workplace, and given the choice of a very lucrative pay, or demise. The choice was obvious. Still, even with no direct pressure on him, the man knew he was working in dangerous conditions. He suspected his work was needed for some sort of weapon... Cammy smiled as she saw the poor nerdy-looking male typing away at a computer. She slid out of the air duct and then made it look as if she was walking up to him. Her boots clacking against the tile floor of the building. She even went so far as to put a little extra sway in her hips as she moved towards him. Leonhard heard the clacking, and turned his swivel chair around, petrifying in a moment as he saw an intruder in his room. A sexy, female intruder. Trying to keep calm, he asked, in a slightly foreign accent: “Who are you, madam?” It seemed she had a military background. Cammy grinned having achieved the exact response she had intended to from the scientist. "I am one of Bison's lieutenants. I want an update on your progress." she said, moving to sit on the counter in front of him where he would be able to see between her legs. Leonhard was now rather anxious. Still, he suppressed his fears to an extent: “The requested chemical has sufficient controllability to be used. Reactivity with Kevlar is excellent; however reinforced concrete is proving to be mildly resistant.” Cammy nodded her head listening to the report being given by the scientist. “That's good.,” she said to him as she spread her legs allowing him a view of her covered crotch. Now the scientist's eyes ballooned, as he bit his lips. “Indeed.”, he says, breathing deeply. Leonhard had no luck in private life, since...well, his birth. “Mmmhhh… see something you like?” she purred to him as she reached between her legs to outline her pussy. “You seem like you might know more than that. Would you care to tell me?” she purred to him as she used her other hand to trace the outline of her breasts in the green leotard. Biting his lips, Leonhard says in a clearly distressed state: “Eh...the chemical requires electrical impulses to detonate.” He had soon developed a boner, and was overheated from the reaction of his body to the erotic display of this woman. Cammy smiled, nodding her head. “Anything else that needs to be done?” she purred pulling aside the crotch of leotard to expose her pussy to him. “That can't be all there to it, mister?” she purred lustfully to him. With his skin tingling intensely as the sight of a woman, exposing her body to him affected his mind more and more, Leonhard took time to formulate a reply: “Well, it is not expensive to produce; however, operators must use solid protective equipment, since the compound is toxic.” Cammy nodded as she gently extended her legs so they wrapped around his shoulders. With a gentle flexing of her knees, she drew him closer to her moist pussy. "What sorts of protective equipment should be worn?" she purred to him. Leonhard was close to mental incapacitation by now. Yet, he did not dare to lick the operative's pussy. He was a bit too polite for that. “N-not neoprene. I know...asbestos itself in unhealthy, but I'd use that...or something coated with platinum, maybe?” “Ah I see. So if I was to transport it how should that be done, exactly?” she purred to him as she her fingers between her legs then fully spread her pussy lips. “I wouldn't want the compound...to be driven on a...bumpy road. Teflon containers...” he says, as his eyes roll around. She nodded her head. “Good. Any other special precautions that are in order?” she asked somewhat firmly while she gently pushed his head with her legs closer to her crotch. The scent would be filling his nostrils by now. “Don't mix with water...,” the man says, as he moans lightly, taking in the scent of this lady's moist pussy, as his eyes close partially. “So what should one do if he were to… say accidently spill it?” she pressed on with her questions, pushing his head nearly to her pussy. “O, dear...run...run fast...” the man said, but his sounds are muffled by the woman's pussy, as he briefly wonders about whether the operative would like to write all these things down. However, his concentration levels were very low, now. Cammy smiled. “Mmm… good. So since you've been such a good lad for me, why don't you lick my pussy? Go on, I don't mind in the least. A helpful lad like you deserves a reward.” she purrs. Breathing in slight relief, Leonhard starts to tremble as his tongue begins going all over the outer lips of the blonde's pussy. At some point, he kisses the private area of this inquisitive lady, while his body heats up tremendously. He has never had a chance to do this, and so his body reacts strongly to the sensations. Cammy leaned her head back moaning hotly as he did so. “Unh…in fact I'm so grateful that you may take your dick out and stroke it to a climax. Go on, I like a show.” she said. Cautiously, the scientist hesitated a bit, before unzipping the trousers, and pulling his penis out, which was already erect. He wasn't stroking it hard, since the very sounds this woman was making had the potential to make him cum. He began licking her faster, while going right inside her pussy with his tongue. Cammy moaned as she felt his tongue on her pussy. “Ahhh…yeah that's it! Fuck yeah lick my pussy good!” she moaned to him. Trembling as he could sense the woman's excitement and pleasure, Leonhard licked faster and deeper, moaning a bit himself, before deciding to shift his tongue-work on her clitoris, hoping she would like that. Cammy smiled and moaned as she felt him unzip his pants and expose his penis to stroke himself. “Yes! Like that! Just like that!” she moaned getting closer to her orgasm now. Striving to make the woman cum, Leonhard tries to make his tongue into a living vibrator, as he flicks it over her clit and pussy, while speeding up his strokes. He feels a climax coming within seconds...”Yes fuck yes! Just about there!” she screamed as she gripped his head tightly with her legs feeling her orgasm coming. “Just a bit more!” she screamed feeling her body tightening up like spring. The scientist gave his all now, licking fast and deep at the very inside of her pussy, what he could reach with his tongue, while the dick in his hand twitched, firing cum at a nearby cabinet. He was moaning in pleasure… At the sound of his moaning orgasm “Yes! I’m cumming! YESSSS! Die! YESSSSSS!” she screamed as she twisted her legs with all her might several times, with each of the sharp jerking motions causing a crack. The orgasm began washing over her, bathing her in erotic bliss as the wet snapping sound of Leonard’s cervical vertebrae that followed was exactly what she had needed to orgasm. The man was still left with a blissful expression on his face as the neck snap shut his nervous system down. Remaining electrical impulses manifested themselves through twitching of limbs, but these too, ultimately slumped down. Cammy smiled as she released the good doctor to lay back against the chair as she got to see the his dick twitching and still spurting cum. “Mmm… I suppose your death got you to orgasm again.” she said to him as she got up off the counter and took whatever files she could from the server before wiping it and leaving the building.

The last time his daughter had a sleepover, Mike wished he could have heard what the girls had talked about. This time he was going to make sure that didn’t happen again. Kayleen had a great many books on the shelf in her bedroom and Mike waited until she went to school to place a webcam and microphone amongst the books so that it would not be easily seen. It also pointed towards her computer, so that he could at least partially monitor what she was looking at. His wife worked midnight's and on Friday he remembered that his 14-year-old daughter was going to have her best friend Ana Leigh over, by herself . . . for a sleepover. After her previous party, he had checked out her hard drive and noticed the teens had gone to various sites that showed the male genitalia. This time he thought it might be fun to spike some punch, maybe have them smoke a joint or two and see what he could get them to do . . . to satisfy his carnal cravings. Mike had recently been caught by his daughter . . . smoking a joint outside their house after she had officially said goodnight. He often lit up, after his wife went to work, and enjoyed reading and watching porn. He had forgotten that her window was open . . . on one of those phantom 85 degree days in early spring, and the distinctive aroma traveled into her room. When she came outside to check, he was honest about what he had done, and indicated maybe when she was older, he’d smoke a joint with her. He just asked that she NOT mention anything to his wife. She winked at him, and said her lips were sealed . . . but that he “OWED” her . . . for her silence. Moving ahead to Friday, his wife Carol left for work about the same time, and Ana Leigh was dropped off by her mom. The girl’s mother thanked Mike for having her daughter stay over and left. Earlier that afternoon, he had made a special rum punch, that he was curious whether the girls might enjoy. After they had been in Kayleen’s bedroom for a half hour or so, he politely knocked on the door and asked if the girls were thirsty. Ana Leigh answered the door. She was wearing a pink top, with the logo “Little Bitty Titties Inside” on the front, a pair of blue jean short shorts, white socks and athletic shoes. “What did you have in mind?” she asked in a flirty tone. “That depends upon . . . how daring you’d like to be,” flirted back Mike. “Kayleen and I LIKE to be dared,” said the cute little 15-year-old blonde as she made no bones about looking at her friends Daddy like he was on a dessert platter at a party. In the background, he heard his daughter chime in “We sure do”. It appeared she was bringing up something on the computer, while her friend answered the door. “Well . . . Can I trust you two, to keep things to yourself?” Mike asked, now looking at the girls’ spaghetti strapped pink top (with the previously monogrammed message on it) that appeared to have small bare breasts hidden underneath. She hesitated to answer, but was enjoying having him feast on her little orbs that were beginning to come alive . . . as the nipples began to spike. “Of course you can Daddy,” said Kayleen, leaving the computer and waltzing over to the doorway. It appeared one of them had their tops made, because Kayleen was wearing the same advertisement for small titties. “Good. Let’s go to the kitchen and see what you think of the rum punch I made up for you earlier.” “Awesome,” said Ana Leigh. “I only had booze once before . . .at my cousin’s wedding,” she said as the threesome navigated their way down the hall towards the refrigerator. “So what did you drink while you were there?” asked Mike, now enjoying the company of the girls on either side of him. “I think my brother called it a “spiked punch with whiskey sour” or something like that,” she recalled. “All I know is that he found a pitcher and when my parents were socializing at the tables, he and I downed the whole thing by ourselves. It must have been pretty full of alcohol, because about a half hour later, when I got up to dance . . . my head was like spinning and floating and it made me . . . all horny too!” What revealing words came out of her mouth, he thought. He took the large pitcher out of the refrigerator, pulled down three supersize glasses and began to pour out the cinnamon flavored drink. “Well . . . we better get started. I think you two might enjoy this. Mom and I drank something similar to this recipe on our cruise over Easter. So, Ana Leigh . . . what do you think made you so HORNY at that wedding?” he asked curiously. “Daddy, that’s way TOO personal,” she protested for her friend, beginning to sip what was in the glass. She looked at Ana Leigh for some agreement but was surprised by her response. “No . . . that’s alright,” said the girl, pausing to slam down about a third of the glass. “This stuff is SO GOOD! If we are going to keep things to ourselves, I don’t mind sharing. Anyway . . . even though you’re not suppose to like other members of the family, I have this cousin, who is maybe my age or 16 and he is a FOX. He’s the younger brother of the guy who got married. The more I drank that stuff at our table . . . the HOTTER he looked. And then he freaked me out . . . and asked if I wanted to dance with him.” “REALLY? So didja?” said Kayleen, envious of what was being shared and also liking the taste of the punch and gulping it down . . . like it was Kool-Aid. “Uh, huh,” said Ana Leigh. “It was a slow dance, and he pulled me close and for the first time . . . and I am sorry if I embarrass you Mr. Johnson, but you’ll see . . . I just kinda say what’s on my mind . . . I felt a boy’s . . . uh . . . penis all HARD up against my stomach.” Mike had been silent up until then, actually getting off by hearing her daughter’s friend tell the specifics, so he decided to jump into the conversation. He also took the opportunity to fill up the girls’ glasses, in hopes they would just keep on talking and drinking. Neither one of them was even 90 pounds . . . and he knew the alcohol would soon start taking its effect on their minds and nubile bodies. “If we’re going to say what’s on our minds . . . us guys like to call OUR stiff things . . . COCKS. So don’t hesitate to call them that girls, okay?” Both girls busted out laughing, not ever hearing any adult say anything like that before. “Calm down ladies,” he said after a few minutes of them giggling and still reacting to his comment, “and drink up!” he said raising his glass for a toast. “Here’s to us having a great evening of fun . . . and acting HORNY with each other!” he joked, hopefully setting the stage he wanted everyone to play on. “Awesome DUDE!” joked Ana Leigh clinking her glass to his, and then to Kayleen’s. “Here’s to everyone acting HORNY!” said his daughter, whose eyes had begun to show signs of the rum punch. This remark surprised her Dad, but he clinked his glass against hers and said, “The ONLY way to act!” which started the girls giggling and laughing all over again. Over the next half hour or so, he was able to get the girls to finish the rum punch as he took the pitcher to the sink and realized standing up just how strong he had made it. Looking at the clock, he realized they would have many hours together, and was strategizing how he could best get them out of their clothes . . . for a much closer . . . intimate inspection. “Why don’t we go downstairs in the basement,” he suggested. “That’s where Daddy keeps all his porn stuff,” joked Kayleen as they began moving downstairs, which all of a sudden was not as easy as it looked. Ana Leigh stumbled and placed her hand around Mike’s waist. “Sounds good to me,” she slurred. “Maybe you got some real dirty stuff you’d like to share with us?” she suggested. “Oh, I can think of MANY things I’d like to share with you both . . . in fact one in particular,” he said, thinking about the growing cock in his pants. They walked into the family room portion of the basement, which had an almost old school “shag-like” carpeting. “This carpeting is so awesome and soft,” said Ana Leigh leaning down and feeling the texture. “I think I am going to sit right here,” as she planted herself in front of a Lazy Boy chair. “Me too,” said Kayleen sitting next to her, and definitely feeling the effects of the punch. Mike elected to sit in the Lazy Boy with the girls on the floor in front of him. “So what would you two like to do?” asked Mike already having his own carnal agenda in mind. “Well, first to be honest . . . I feel like I did at that wedding, so anything about sex . . . would be fine with me,” admitted Ana Leigh . . . looking at her friend. “You got any stuff we can look at on the screen, Daddy?” she said pointing to the 8’ X 6’ projection screen in front of them. “Uh huh,” he said, reaching for the remote and turning on the projector and than a hard drive hooked up to it. “If I am not mistaken, you girls were looking at boy’s cocks . . . at your last sleepover,” he reminded the two. Kayleen turned scarlet on being reminded. “How did you know?” she asked nervously giggling. Mike accessed a menu and clicked on one called, “Getting Off”. “Let’s see if this is what you had in mind,” he asked . . . as all three of them looked at the screen. A camera followed what looked like a guy’s hand as it reached for a jar of Vaseline and then opened up the top. Next, the camera panned over to the person’s thighs and then their crotch. The individual had on a pair of blue jeans and soon a hand was seen slowly pulling down the zipper. Both girls stared transfixed . . . looking at the action. Once the zipper was pulled down, the same hand slipped into the fly opening of the pants . . . and carefully grasped the waiting semi- erect shaft that was hiding inside. Slowly the dark purple cock head was pulled out and then the remainder of the shaft. The girls looked at each other, very surprised, almost as if they didn’t know whether to be looking or not. Next, the guy reached over and grabbed the jar, placed it to the left of his growing cock . . . and then dipped his fingers into the open container. Pulling out a large portion of the gel, he first meticulously coated the head of the organ and then liberally oiled up the lower pink shaft. After several seconds of lubing, the fully erect cock now glistened and the guy closed the jar and put it aside. Subsequently, he gripped the shaft at its base, and then slowly moved his hand up to the top and then back down. The girls continued to be mesmerized by what the guy was doing, since neither of them had ever seen a guy do what was pictured. They also realized that what was originally around 4” or 5”, had now grown to 8” or more. “Holy shit!” said Kayleen. “Look at how big that thing is!” “I’m telling ya . . . how do boys hide those things in their pants?” asked Ana Leigh. “You mean cocks?” he asked as a smile creped across his face . . .as he watched HIMSELF begin to masturbate on the screen. He had filmed it a few years back, but was truly aroused to be so close to the teen girls as they watched his naked cock in all its glory for the first time. Nothing was said for the next few minutes, but the horny father remembered he had deliberately NOT ejaculated for a full week prior to this video. Soon the girls watched the guy’s hand move rapidly up and down the slippery organ, until it was almost a wanking blur of action. Suddenly, a burst of cum was ejected from the slit at the top of the shaft and a long rope of cum shot straight up beyond the scope of the fixed camera. At the same time, they heard a man’s voice literally scream . . . “I’m cumming for YOU!” As the second, third and fourth stream of hot thick slippery cum continued to belch forward, almost like mini geysers, he wondered what thoughts went through their minds. As Mike watched the girl’s reactions, he noticed Ana Leigh’s hand had slipped in between her legs and it was obvious her fingers were rubbing her hidden clit. As he looked at his daughter, she had elected to grasp her breast through the top she was wearing and her nipples were spiking outward as she watched the action. Soon the orgasm ceased . . . and the video went to black. “So did you enjoy watching that girls?” he asked, adjusting his own shaft so as to not expose his excitement. “I had no idea . . . that’s what guys do,” admitted Kayleen, quickly moving her hand down from her chest. “I knew about it . . . but that video was awesome. That guy must have REALLY been excited,” said her friend, noticing Kayleen un-cupping her breast, and pulling her hand from between her legs. Both girls looked aroused, he thought, so it was time to get things moving. “You both said you liked to be DARED,” he stated. The girls smiled and looked at each other as they nodded with a twinkle in their eyes. “Well, I like to play something . . . much quicker than Truth or Dare.” He reached into the coffee table close by and brought out a deck of cards. “Here are the rules . . . I am going to deal out three cards. Whoever has the highest card, gets to dare the lowest card. If there is a tie for the highest card, those two get two more cards to see who does the daring. If one person has the highest card and the two others tie for the lowest, the one with the highest card gets to dare BOTH people. Understood?” “Awesome idea,” said Kayleen. “Let’s get started,” said Ana Leigh with a wide smile on her face. “And I don’t feel right calling you Mr. Johnson . . . or even Mike . . . so how about . . . just Daddy for tonight?” “Cool,” said Kayleen, reaching across and holding her friend’s hand, “but you gotta come down here on the floor with us DADDY!” Mike slipped down off the chair, in between the girls, still looking straight ahead at the screen that had now turned to black. The girls moved over on either side of him, unclasping their hands. “You deal, Ana Leigh . . . you are our guest,” he said passing the deck to her. Both father and daughter marveled at the way Ana Leigh expertly shuffled the deck and then quickly dealt out the cards. Mike got a king, Kayleen a three and she dealt herself an ace. “Awesome,” said the blonde beauty. “I dare Kayleen to kiss her Daddy . . . for 30 seconds, ON THE LIPS!” and she began to look at her watch. Kayleen turned scarlet once again, never having done that to her father before. They had pecked each other on the cheek at night occasionally, but nothing that romantic. “Come on pumpkin. You’ve been dared!” he said offering his lips to his daughter. Kaleen took a breath and leaned forward and moved her lips onto his. Both daughter and father were tentative at first but as the kiss neared its ending, they were moving their heads and being much more emotionally involved in their passionate touch. “Time!” said Ana Leigh, as she gave the cards to Kayleen. Her friend did not have the same dealing skills as she shuffled the deck, but soon each of them had new cards: Daddy had a 7, Ana Leigh had a 9 and she had dealt herself a jack. “Okay Daddy . . . payback time. I want you to kiss her . . . but I want you both to French kiss.” His daughter must have read his mind as he looked sideways at the 15-year-old beauty with the blue sparkling eyes (although somewhat bloodshot from the punch) and long blonde hair down to her breasts. He placed his hand behind her neck softly, leaned forward and began to caress her lips. Almost immediately the nymph thrust her tongue into his mouth and began to wiggle it around. He closed his eyes and began to passionately kiss the young girl, much like he would a lover. She playfully sucked on his tongue, which added to the excitement they were both feeling. He fantasized about her doing the same to his stiff cock. “Knock, knock . . . time’s up!” chirped Kayleen as she watched her Dad move his lips away from her best friend’s. She passed the cards to her dad and they waited their fate together. He dealt Ana Leigh a jack, which she smiled at . . . and then a second jack to his daughter which caused the girls to laugh and then the ace of spades to himself. “Aw . . . no fair,” said Kayleen hoping she could direct the action a second time. “Alright . . . I dare you to take off each others shoes and socks and to massage each other’s feet!” he said, having a slight foot fetish. The girls’ faces lit up at his command and they scooted closer to each other to accomplish his request. Mike watched as they unlaced each others athletic shoes and then with some difficulty pulled off their shoes and then pulled down the white pairs of socks they were wearing. Their arms criss-crossed as they each grabbed the closest foot and began to rub it, looking at each others’ eyes and experiencing the true satisfaction involved in this endeavor. He could have let them go longer, but he was more interested in OTHER . . . more lewd activities. “Time’s up!” he called and the girls moved across the soft carpet back to their original positions on either side of Mike, who handed the deck to their guest. She quickly dealt out the three cards, and was happy to see her 9 was surprisingly the highest and Mike the lowest with a 2. “Hmmm, ok Daddy Mike . . . I want you to take off your slippers . . . and I want Kayleen to lie on her stomach . . . and I want you to pull up her top and give her a back massage for one minute.” This again caused Kayleen to blush and for a moment become uncertain whether she should pull up her top and then lie down, or let her dad do this. She quickly laid down in front of her dad and he winked at Ana Leigh and then elected to straddle her body and sit on her tight little ass, but not entirely putting all his weight on her butt. Next he slipped his fingers under her top and slowly pulled it out of her shorts and then up towards her shoulder blades. Suddenly the top would not move any more. “Lift up the top part of your body a bit honey, and let me move your blouse up to your shoulders,” he suggested. He knew Ana Leigh would probably be looking right at her naked titties for a few seconds, but maybe that was what she had in mind. “Okay . . . you dirty old man,” said Kayleen as she placed her hands on either side of her head and then almost did a push-up to allow her top to be raised like he wanted. Mike took the opportunity to keep moving the top up past her shoulder blades. Then Ana Leigh surprised everyone with her suggestion. “Here . . . let me help out and I’ll roll her top up past these little titties so that you can give her a REAL good back massage,” she said, with a wicked smile on her face. “What are you doing?” asked Kayleen, still supporting her weight up and looking down as her friend grasped the fabric of the shirt and rolled it past her breasts. Once she was satisfied that her titties were bare she said: “That’s better. Now you can lie back down,” but not before she tickled her friend’s breasts and stiff nipples with her nearby thumbs. “Hey watch it,” joked Kayleen, but she was happy she could lay on her chest, because her nipples were now rigid with true excitement. Mike once again adjusted his legs so that he was straddling the 14-year-olds tight little ass. It was interesting looking at his daughter’s bare back, and he noted the tan lines where her bikini had left its marks. He began at her neck and gently kneaded the skin in that area. He knew his wife truly enjoyed having her back massaged, especially in the small of the back so he added pressure on her shoulder blades and downwards next. Meanwhile Ana Leigh was looking at his crotch and had noticed a growing lump as he continued to manipulate her friend’s body. Soon the time was up and she told them to stop. She could tell Kayleen was embarrassed about sitting up with her chest bare, but when she reached up to unroll her tank top, Ana Leigh laid down the law. “Hey, I didn’t say to cover up anything!” she said with a smile on her face. “Just turn around and face us. It’s your turn to deal anyway!” The young girl was about to object, but thought maybe the best way to get back at her friend, was to make her do an equally naughty dare as a pay back . . . or maybe have one done to her that was even more revealing. “Fine,” said Kayleen, turning around and now displaying her bare breasts to her father for the first time in several years. Both Mike and Ana Leigh looked at the girls’ breasts . . . as she dealt the cards. Her small titties were like young apples sitting high on her chest. She was obviously aroused as her little cones stood out proudly with pudgy firm nipples in the center. Ana Leigh received a 5, her Daddy a 10 and Kayleen slapped down a king for herself. “Hot Damn,” she said looking at her friend. “Daddy will help with your dare. Ana Leigh, I dare you to lean up against the Lazy Boy and spread your legs. Daddy, I want you to roll up her top, just like mine,” she said pointing to her rigid nipples. “AND I want you to massage her chest . . . NO BETTER YET . . . JUST HER TITTIES . . . like you did my back. And just for fun . . . you guys have 5 minutes. Now go for it!” This dare was one step closer to where Mike was hoping they would end up and he winked at the young girl as she moved over in front of the chair. Ana Leigh must have been eager for this type of fondling to begin, because as she spread her legs, she also pulled up her top out of the confines of her shorts. Mike moved in front of her on his knees. Grasping the fabric on the sides, he slowly rolled it up showing off first her belly button and then the smooth soft surface of her tummy. He then switched his grip as he approached her young breasts. Looking directly at the 15-year-old, he whispered, “Here we go!” The lower portion of her titties came into view and then he rolled the material up past the pink tips of her developing breasts. He was excited to see that her orbs were orange sized and slightly more developed than his daughters. And similar to the behavior Kayleen’s titties exhibited, her nipples were now stiff with excitement and anticipation. He paused as the material bunched up slightly under her chin and now two cute firm breasts were waiting for his hand and finger play to begin. Only having a few minutes, he elected to go about it somewhat more differently than if he were making love to the girl. He cupped their circumference, allowing the rigid nipples to sit in the palm of his hand. He began to rub outside of the areolas with the tips of his fingers, making sure not to touch the more sensitive insides. Then he wet the tips of his fingers and moved onto the areola, but did not touch her nipples. Looking at her expression, he knew this was frustrating to her, as she wished he would touch or even pinch her aching buds. Around and around he circled the tips of her breasts, until finally his moist fingers captured her firm buds and he immediately began to pinch, pull and twist them. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck that feels GREAT!” she moaned, pulling her shoulders back so that her small breasts were thrust out for the horny man to manipulate more easily. He wanted to lean over and suck her tasty morsels, but decided that could wait for another round. All along, Kayleen had been watching and getting more aroused and excited as her Daddy felt and tweaked her best friend’s titties. Finally, she told them to stop, but reminded Ana Leigh to stay where she was with her legs wide open. It was Mike’s turn to deal and he dealt himself a queen, after dealing Ana Leigh a 7 and then his daughter an identical 7. “Excellent girls. Kayleen I want you to sit next to Ana Leigh and spread your legs as well. I will be right back.” He stood up and went over to the refrigerator and placed a half dozen ice cubes into a bowl and then went into a drawer and took out two identical dildos . . . that could easily be mistaken for actual cocks, being flesh tone in color. . . and even having veins just below the acorn tips. The girls were quietly talking as he returned, but broke off their conversation when he approached them. “It’s time to watch another short flick girls . . . and I brought along a couple of things to make your viewing pleasure even MORE exciting. Your dare goes as follows: Place this dish of ice cubes in between yourselves and as you watch the movie, I want you to place the ice cubes on your nipples. At the same time, I found two vibrating friends here to place in between your legs . . . right on your crotch. You are to turn them on, but NOT touch them as you view the movie . . . just let them do their magic. I think the movie will last about 5 minutes or so. Let’s get started!” “Daddy, you are VERY NAUGHTY man,” said Kayleen. “How do you switch these things on?” she asked curiously inspecting the 8” cock shaped dildo in her hand. “The switch is down here by the BALLS,” said Ana Leigh inspecting the phallic device and soon two simultaneous buzzing sounds were heard. Mike was curious how she knew what to do. “Place them right over your little clits girls . . . close your legs slightly to capture their shape up against you. I think you will enjoy this toy immensely!” He watched the girls tentatively place the vibrating organs over their crotches, closed their eyes with desire and then realized the dildo would best stay in place, with their legs closed. “Ohhhhh, wow . . .” said Kayleen. “This feels awesome!” as she reached for an ice cube. Both girls were now rubbing the ice against their nipples as they soon grew . . . to be very rigid. Mike pressed the remote and the clip began. The scene was in a normal middle school classroom, with two girls sitting at their desks . . . facing their teacher who was sitting on the edge of his desk. Then the teacher spoke up: “My patience is gone girls. I warned you yesterday if you were late to class again, I would have to do something major to you both. I want no arguments . . . just strip down to your panties . . . RIGHT NOW! The girls looked at each other in surprise and then stood up next to their seats and began to pull off their tops. The camera panned first to the red-headed girl and once her blouse left her shoulders, her bare developing breasts came into view. Mike loved the cone–shaped orbs with the Hershey kiss-like tips on the girl, which reminded him of Ana-Leigh’s bare breasts. He looked over at her and noticed Ana-Leigh’s hips were beginning to grind as the dildo vibrated against her pussy. Next, the same girl on the screen unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and the camera zoomed in on her cotton panties, which were obviously damp with excitement. Then the camera moved sideways to catch the blonde girl leaning over and yanking down her shorts. As she stood up, her breasts were similar in size, with two ½” stiff nipples sticking out towards the teacher. “Now, lie down on the carpet, right here with your heads close to my desk (pointing downwards in front of him) next to each other,” hollered the teacher. The girls dutifully followed his commands and soon the camera angle was from above. You could see the two topless girls, looking up at their teacher . . . who had taken out his 8” cock from his pants and had began to fondle and manipulate it, right in front of them. “You two sluts are going to get a taste of my cum!” he said, still sitting on the edge of the desk with his feet spread open. The camera angle switched to their point of view as they saw him continue to jack off his cock . . . a few feet above them. From his red face and increased breathing, you could tell the teacher was close to ejaculating. Then he let his feet touch the ground on either side of the girl’s heads and then a front angle watched him kneel down, causing his COCK to be within a few inches of their faces. As he rubbed the cock tip . . . across their lips he moaned. All of a sudden, his motions increased and the first jet fired . . . the stream of hot cum shot forward and immediately sprayed the red-head’s face. As he kept wanking on his cock, he aimed slightly sideways and the blonde now had a puddle of his cum all over her mouth. “Open up my little nymphs . . . drink up my cum.” Their mouths opened like little birds and load after load of his juices continued to spray all over their mouths and entire faces. When he had relieved himself, he slapped his semi-erect cock against their cheeks in lewd fashion. At that point the movie went to black. “Time to put aside the ice cubes girls, and let me take the bowl out of the way,” he said looking down and being delighted that their breasts and nipples were firm and very stiff from the icy treatment. He sat back down across from them and handed the deck to Ana Leigh. “What about the . . .you know . . . vibrating COCKS in between our legs?” she asked, showing true signs of being aroused. As he noted their sweaty foreheads and a distinct glow over the tops of their bodies, he reminded them that they must stay until another dare is made. Ana Leigh quickly dealt the cards and this time Kayleen had the high card and her Daddy had the low one. “Ok, Daddy . . . you seem to have taken over for a while and its time to get you back in the game. I dare you to take off ALL YOUR CLOTHES except your boxers, then pull off Ana Leigh’s shorts and stick the dildo INSIDE her panties, right over her clit.” Mike was tempted to just strip naked, but thought teasing the girls with his shaft poking out the front of his shorts might work to his advantage. He stood up and shed everything but his satin boxers and then eagerly had Ana Leigh stand up. Next he dislodged the vibrating cock from in between her legs, and unsnapped the top of her shorts. Placing the dildo on the carpet, he knelt in front of the pretty teen, unzipped her garment, and pulled it down. Knowing it might get tangled in her panties, he yanked it forcefully down which instantly gave him a quick peek at her hairless pussy lips. Apologizing, he quickly slid two fingers up and down her moist slit, causing Ana Leigh to start to moan as she spread her legs for better access. His cock, getting harder, was now clearly visible through his shorts. Pulling the shorts . . . the rest of the way down her legs, he grabbed the dildo from the floor, turned it so that the tip was now over her bare clit and rubbed it back and forth. Slowly, he pulled up her panties over the dildo, so that the end was next to her tummy. “Ohhhhh God!” I can’t take this . . .,” she moaned, electing to stand up, as the device continued to vibrate up against her crotch . . . being steadily pulled closer by the elastic of her panties. “Daddy, let me stay like this . . .it feels SO AWESOME on my cunny. I want you to deal for me,” she begged closing her eyes in exhilaration. Mike dealt the cards and this time he had the high card and Kayleen was low. “Okay pumpkin . . .” he started . . . “First, I want you NAKED in front of your Daddy!” Kayleen was surprised, but looked forward to getting her top over her head, and out of her shorts and panties . . . that by now were drenched with her excitement. As he watched his daughter undress in front of him, his cock was now thrusting the silk out in his boxers, lewdly towards the girls. He wanted so badly to begin jacking off, especially when Kayleen pulled down her panties, and her hairless pussy was now fully exposed in front of him. Meanwhile Ana Leigh was now bucking her hips, as the vibrator continued to fine tune her climax. Mike picked up his daughter’s dildo, and placed the tip to his mouth and liberally soaked it with his saliva. Next he directed the tip closer and closer to Kayleen’s moist virgin opening, and looking up at her, allowed it to touch her lower pink lips. “Oh Daddy . . . that feels THE BEST!” Around and around he diddled with the tip, knowing the excitement this was causing to his 14-year-old. Soon he began to tease her by turned the device into her pussy lips . . . first only the acorn tip nestled its vibrating motion up into her tunnel and then as he watched her move her hips . . . downwards to accept more of the object, he began to fuck her with it . . . at least for the first slippery 2 or 3 inches. Ana Leigh couldn’t take it anymore, as she ripped her panties off, and threw her top onto the Lazy Boy. Not needing any help, she began to follow Mike’s lead and drove her own dildo up into her moist valley, slipping almost half of its length . . . deep inside. Both girls’ moans were now growing in volume as they both neared climax. Mike enjoyed fucking his daughter in this fashion, especially as she began to drive more and more of the shaft up into her body. It appeared both girls had either used a similar tool to lose their virginity in the past or had been visited by boys’ cocks . . . on previous occasions. He didn’t care at this point, as he watched both girls’ bodies shake and shiver with their first orgasm of the night. Screams were heard as they both delighted in total satisfaction. After several minutes, they both lay dormant on the floor, fully fulfilled. He broke the silence as he dealt the cards out. While they were withering in climax he had made sure by stacking the deck, he would get the high card. “Let’s keep going girls . . . times a wasting,” he said. He dealt out the cards and Kayleen had a 2, Ana Leigh a 3 and he had a 10. “Our Daring Game is over for now. Daddy is now driving the truck. Let’s start by you two kissing each other. Ever done that before?” he asked . . . curious how they would respond. “Maybe,” teased Ana Leigh as she moved over to her friend, whose face went red, answering the rhetorical question. Without any hesitation the two girl’s lips met and they began to kiss. Mike took one hand and moved it to Kayleen’s pussy and the other went to Ann Leigh’s. He started to rub both of them and they both began to moan lightly. Their kissing became heavier and more passionate and at the same time, his cock grew much harder, since he always enjoyed watching girls kiss. Ana Leigh had moved her foot up to his lap and was now playing with his cock which was still covered by his boxers. As he manipulated their pussy lips, Kayleen reached down and started to rub his cock through the shorts and noticed her friend’s foot touching it as well. Breaking her kiss, she announced: “Daddy needs to lose these boxers,” and she reached down, slipped her fingers into the sides and began to pull them down. Ana Leigh watched as Mike lifted his butt and allowed his shorts to be pulled off. He elected to lean upwards and take Ana Leigh by the back of the head and hold her mouth to his as their tongues danced in each other’s mouth. He immediately placed his hand over her tits and began to rub, pull and pinch them as they continued to kiss. Kayleen started to stroke her Daddy’s cock with her hand . . . but elected to go one step further as she leaned over and started to lick the tip of his cock. A little hesitant at first, but soon she was licking it up one side and down the other. Next, she put her Daddy’s cock in her mouth and soon began to take in 2 or 3 inches of his shaft. Ana Leigh pulled her head up, and looked down between them . . . watching Kayleen swallowing his shaft. “That’s so hot!” she exclaimed watching Kayleen’s antics and at the same time beginning to enjoy how Mike was now manipulating and fondling her breasts more urgently. Kayleen continued her oral assault on his rock-solid cock. Mike pulled Ana Leigh up so he could now suck on her breasts. They tasted so good, as he sampled each one, sucking primarily on the nipple that stood out. After a few minutes of satisfying “tittie sucking”, the teen surprised him by crawling up to position her pussy, on his mouth. Mike stuck his tongue out as she lowered herself onto it. He sank his tongue deep inside her warm crease. Absolutely enjoying what he was doing . . . he pulled his tongue out and passionately licked her clit a couple of times . . . and then stuck it back inside. From her moans, he knew she was truly enjoying herself. Then he felt Kayleen’s mouth leave his cock . . . and after a few seconds of re-positioning her body, she crawled up to sit on his crotch. As she sat down, she pressed his cock against his stomach. She began to grind back and forth. Mike could feel her juices dripping onto his shaft. Ana Leigh knew her friend was doing something different, and for a brief moment, lifted her pussy off of Mike’s lips. “Daddy . . . lay on your back,” said Ana Leigh, which also necessitated Kayleen moving. Mike followed her instructions and laid flat on the soft carpet. “I want to watch you FUCK your daughter Daddy, while you finish tonguing my twat. I’ve been thinking about seeing you FUCK her since I got here . . . so I am going to face the other way, so that I can see EVERYTHING.” “OK,” he said enthusiastically. She started to grab her nipples and finger her snatch as her friend was straddling his stiff shaft. “Ride him Kayleen. Drive that cock deep inside your pussy. Oh yes Daddy . . . keep stuffing that tongue of yours inside my twat. We’ve got hours to keep switching off. But leave some hot cum for me. That shaft of yours will be fully drained . . . by tomorrow morning!”

I have discovered over the years that hiding in the shadows or fucking younger family members can be inherently risky to ones freedom. I have a pretty good gig going here that is a whole lot less risky and a lot less difficult. I am a manager at a local hotel so I make it a point to hire only the youngest and prettiest girls to work part time at the front desk. So let me fill you in on how it goes down. Just the other day I was coming in right after Crissy, a part time High school we have help out on the front desk. So she has her attention on helping a guest, and this is the perfect time for me to slip a few hundred bucks out of the drawer, and slip it in my pocket. Now needless to say when she goes to get ready to leave, she counts her drawer and comes up short. She goes into a panic, so I count the drawer and yep its short(snicker). So I act like I am calling the owner to find out what to do, and make it sound like a deadly serious conversation, “But sir I don’t want to have to put her through that.”. By now she is trembling. So the conversation goes something like this... “Crissy I'm sorry honey but the owner says because of the amount I have to call the law. They will probably question you for a while and call your parents. Also your parents will probably be sued for the missing money.” She is blubbering by now absolutely terrified. “Mr Greg please no....can we work this out...I will work for free until its paid off...My parents would never believe I screwed up that much...(sobbing) I aaam iiin sooo mmmuch trrrooubble!” Now just the fear in her eyes along with the tears flowing across her pale freckled skin was starting to give me a rise. So I figured it was a good time to move on with the plan. “Crissy honey settle down, I think we can work this out without anyone finding out about it.” “How Mr Greg? You already called the owner.” “Well,I will pay it out of my pocket, and say it was miscounted, there was money under the drawer.” “Thank you Thank you Mr Greg I will pay you back I swear.” “Now wait a minute Crissy, I am glad you want to pay me back, but I don’t want money I want you to do something for me instead.” “OK! what Mr Greg?” “Follow me, I'll show you.” I had her follow me to one of the unoccupied rooms. She had this look of glee and willingness like we were about to go do some cleaning or other menial work that a manager wouldn’t want to do. Crissy is a very cute, fully freckled, ivory white skinned, redhead from our local high school's work program. She is 14 just a few months short of 15. She is very shy, and very sheltered with little to no confidence in herself. Her family is Irish Catholic very stringent. I have heard her in conversion with other younger employees talking about holding on to her virginity until she is married. She is about 5'2 100lbs 32B typical Irish pale white with red hair, beautiful green eyes. She was wearing her hotel uniform of khakis and a golf shirt. None of the buttons on the shirt were buttoned and you could see the contrast of her gold cross against her milky skin. I approached her from behind and started giving her what seemed to her to be casual friendly shoulder rub. She was appreciative and thanked me. I let my hands a little lower now rubbing around her shoulder blades she hung her head down as she was enjoying it. My hands made it around through her armpits and I started rubbing very closely to the side and base of her breasts. “Mr Greg I think you want something else besides work.” With a grin on my face I replied “Yes Crissy I do, you are young, beautiful, and have something I want. I am 34 and cant legally get what I want unless I am sure you wont let the cat out of the bag.” Crissy seemed to be flattered and scared at the same time, she trembled a little but offered no resistance as my hands got closer to brushing more sensitive areas of her bosom. “This is win win for both or us, your mistake gets forgotten, no police, no suit, and your parents never know anything. I get to fulfill a fantasy with a young girl, and all is well.” She pondered my words for a while as I was still massaging. “Ok Mr Greg, but I have never done anything with a boy...uh man before except for a little kissing.” “That’s ok Crissy, I'll be slow, gentle, and make sure your first time feels wonderful. She gave me a shy but scared smile. I turned her to face me and hugged her reassuringly. Running my fingers through her red hair I held her by the back of her head and gently kissed her, admiring her gorgeous green eyes, and the subtle scent of mint from where she had been chewing gum earlier in the day. She was surprisingly relaxed. I untucked her shirt and pulled it up over her red hair. That hair was such a turn on the red hair, the gold cross, and her pale skin with a seemingly gleaming white bra covering her still hidden breasts. On her pale chest and face were hundreds of freckles. She watched as I took of my shirt and gave her another hug just to feel her against me. I am what I would consider an average white guy as far as skin color goes. I am not dark nor pale but just typical but the color of her skin against mine was like night and day. I unsnapped her khakis and unzipped them making sure to go slow and intentionally rub against the sensitive area underneath. Her pants slid down her slender legs to her ankles where she stepped out of them and her shoes. She was standing there before me in her white bra and matching conservative cotton panties. She was obviously still going through puberty. She was skinny without much in the way of hips, but her breasts had already developed to a nice size. I had her turn around with her back to me, I unclasped the two troublesome hooks on her bra and pulled the straps down and let it fall to the floor. She instinctively crossed her arms across her chest. I got on my knees behind her and gently pulled her panties down and she lifted her feet out for me. I knelt there with my face right at her barely developed behind and placed my hands on her hips and spun her back around. It was almost like an awakening, it was true, the carpet does match the drapes. She had a beautifully trimmed strip of red pubic hair almost like a landing strip about an inch wide. Apparently she had been trimmed up to wear a bikini. At that distance I could smell a wonderful sweet aroma of perfume and young girl. Fighting every urge I had to throw her down and go at it, I regained composure and stood up and gently uncrossed her arms to see her perfect little B cups. “Mr Greg do you still think im pretty like this?” “You mean naked Crissy?” “Yea, I am skinny, and not as pretty as the older girls in my classes.” Now I may have led her into this situation by deceit but my answer was as honest as the day is long. “Honey you are beautiful. Different guys like different things, and I happen to like you exactly the way you are.” She shyly thanked me, and then she surprised me. “Mr Greg this isnt fair.” “What do you mean Crissy,you agreed to this.” “No Mr Greg I am naked and you aren’t.” “Well Crissy come over and help me take off my pants like I did for you.” She stepped up to me and nervously started fumbling with the button on my pants. “ Kneel down like I did hon, so you can see what you're doing.” She got down on her knees, and managed to get me unbuttoned and pulled my pants and boxers down together. She about fell backwards in surprise when my aching hard on sprung out and nearly missed hitting her in the nose. Her eyes got as big around as pie tins from the shock. We both giggled a little bit. She was curious and kept staring at it. I asked her if she had ever seen one before and she said only her little brothers when she used to have to bathe him. She examined my cock closely almost acting like it was going to bite her if she got too close. “Go ahead and touch and play with it sweety, it's ok.” She pressed downward on it a little with her forefinger and let it spring back, she had a sheepish smile like it amused her. She wrapped her hand around it and felt up the full length, looking at how red the head was, the veins, and how it had a pulse. She felt her way under and felt my balls she seemed to like how soft the scrotum was. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more of that soft touch, so I helped her back to her feet. I was determined there wasn't an inch of this beautiful girl I was going to miss, so I had her lay face down in the middle of the bed, I gave her a gentle massage starting at her feet, up her calves, she cooed a little as I went across her butt and on to her lower back, worked my way up her back, shoulders, and neck. Now in order to get to the more interesting parts I had her roll over. I rubbed her arms from the hands up to her collar bones placed one of my hands behind her neck and kissed her,while the other hand lightly dragged the fingers over her breast. She took a deep breath when I drew across her nipple which was hard surrounded by a puffy areola. I retreated from our kiss so I could use both hands and see the wonderful body I was handling. I played quite awhile petting, squeezing, rubbing, and finally sucking on those soft mounds of pale flesh. By now she was breathing heavier as I could see her chest rising and falling while kissing a soft straight line down onto her stomach, I teased around her navel a little. She giggled softly apparently that was a ticklish spot for her. I kissed along her waist just above where her pubic hair stopped, as well s along the sides onto her leg and thighs,being careful not to touch the prize yet. “Are you ok Crissy? Does this feel good?” all she was able to manage to get out was “uh-huh” I was amazed, most usually put up a struggle or argument, and have to be reminded of what will happen. Not Crissy, not one iota of resistance, she was visibly scared and nervous but seemed to be genuinely enjoying what was happening. “Are you ready for things to feel better Crissy?” I said with my mouth right near her wonderful smelling pussy, so she feel my breath and the vibration from my voice. “Uh-Huh” she squeaked. I put the tip of my tongue just below her oozing opening and licked slowly straight up until I hit the hood covering her clit. She moaned and shook the whole way. Flicking the hood around with my tongue I licked just under it hitting her bare unprotected clit. She bucked up in the air like something under the bed kicked her, and about crushed my head by clamping her legs closed. It took her a minute to get used to the feeling. I went back down and started licking and tongue fucking around the honey hole. I had to go just a little farther and lick right around her rosebud. She jumped and gasped “Mr Greg that’s my butt!” “Yes I know didn’t it feel neat?” “Well yea..I just didn't think you would touch my butt.” As I did it for a minute she just went back to moaning. I rolled over on my back with my mast pointed skyward and said “Ok girl..your turn.” she looked confused. “I want you to suck on my dick, that feels as good to me as what you felt when I licked you.” She didn’t object but said “What if I do it wrong and it don’t feel good?” “Don’t worry you can't do it wrong I will tell you what I want.” She held it close to the base and gently licked the head like a lolly pop, kinda sampling to see what it tasted like. “ooh yea lick the whole thing from bottom to top” she did just that she got me throbbing and my dick all wet. “put it in your mouth and suck on it” she put the head in her mouth and gently sucked. “move up and down when you suck, move your young around and put as much of it in your mouth as you can.” next thing I new she was sucking like a pro “oh honey you are doing too good I m so hard and so close to cumming, I need you to stop and lay down for me.” She stopped and lid down on her back and I climbed between her legs. She saw how close my cock was to her pot of gold and immediately got nervous. “Mr Greg are you going to...uh going to put it....uh in me?” “Yes Crissy this is what I've been waiting for the whole time.” “Will it hurt? I've never had anything in me.” “Nothing? Not even when you play with yourself?” “My parents told me it was a sin, so I’ve never tried it.” “Don't worry honey I'll be careful not to hurt you. It will be ok, how can anything that feels good be a sin?” “I guess your right Mr Greg.” I rubbed gently around her warm muffin to make sure it was still nice and lubed. Slowly I started to shallowly finger her tight hole. I could feel resistance as it came in contact with her Hymen. I was careful not to break it, as that was reserved for another part of my anatomy. I worked my finger in and out and she was liking it moving her pelvis to match my strokes. I slowly pulled my finger out and inched my cock closer to her. I could see her tense up at the sight of it being near her entrance. “Crissy honey I wont lie, it will hurt for a minute, but then it will subside, and then feel really good. Ok?” She nodded her head, as I placed the head of my manhood at the opening at her love tunnel and pressed on until I met the same resistance of her cherry. I went in and out slowly only that far for a little while until she was fully relaxed and thought that’s all there was too it. She was very wet and well lubed. So in one swift thrust I drove it in all the way to the root. I felt her cherry give way, all her muscles tightened and gripped the foreign piece of meat in her no longer virgin pussy. She bit her lip and you could see tears running down the sides of her face. She was a brave girl and never said a word yet I knew it hurt. I continued slowly moving my cock in and out of her wonderful snatch now filled with her natural lube and a small amount of blood mixed in. As a few minutes had elapsed of me slowly fucking her she began to feel the pleasure and started moving in rhythm. I picked up the pace and began to quicken with some stronger thrusts, hard enough that I could feel my sack hitting her ass. She was in the groove now moaning and her little Bs were jiggling from the pumping. “Crissy take your finger and play with your clit, that’s where I licked earlier and you jumped remember?” “Uh-huh” her finger was already at work before she replied. Her moaning and breathing got more and more erratic. I could feel her vaginal walls rippling around my cock. Her pale skin was now glowing red. I could barely hang on any longer. “MMMR GGGGREG IMMM....” her body bucked and tensed up stiff her pussy was convulsing and squeezing my dick. That was it. I went as deep as it would go and began pumping load after load of cum in her sweet pussy. Soon I could feel in running down between her bung hole and my balls, and onto the bed spread. I pulled out now most of the way soft and a pool of semen ran out of her. She was still shaking and speechless, I couldn’t have walked if I wanted too my knees were shaking. We laid there for about a half hour. I just held her in my arms. I whispered in her ear “Thank you, you are incredible, and beautiful.” To my surprise she responded “Thank you Mr Greg. I am glad my first time felt so good and was with someone experienced instead of those grabby guys at school.” We showered together. She grabbed her backpack and left to get home before her parents did. I returned to the desk to help the girl that was watching it, and put the money back in the drawer. Crissy still thinks to this day that I paid it, and I'm her hero. Every so often she calls me into a room to help with something and throws me a naughty wink.

Her hands delve into the fabric of her pink dress that bellows around her lefting it up slightly over her feet so she doesn't trip while following the Dukes back which continues into the forest sorounding her fathers estate. Her father, the one that sent her out here without an escort, he was hoping that the Duke would ask for her hand in marriage, so she'd be comfurtably rich with a title.. she was not looking forward to handing over her freedom to a man who did not love her, no matter how sculpted and handsome he is. The longer we walk the thicker the trees get, seeming to swallow up all the light, her eyes slowly adjust to the sudden darkness that engulfs them. She holds out her hands infront of her, barely able to get a glimpse the ivory skin, not wanting to run into any trees she holds her breathe as she stumbles along, panic setting in when realizes the heavy footsteps of the Duke weren't crashing through the brush. In a soft voice, she whispers as if someone can hear "Duke Roden!? Are you there?" she walks a little bit farther stoping with a hand on a tree her red hair falling out of it's confined curls into her face which she switfly brushes away with a swipe of her fingers just to have it fall back down over her face. Her pouty lips part slightly letting out a sigh of frustration as the air escapes her lungs a hand slides over hers on the tree his palms scratching the smooth surface on the back of her hand. She jerks her hand free of his just to feel him catch her arms tightly, digging his fingernails in her arms till a scream tears past her lips and echoes around the forest. The struggle exhausts her and she goes slightly limp after some time she feels him loosen his grip on her arms and she tences again, ready to break free of his hold on her. He quickly slips a muscled arm around her locking her arms to her sides, she shakes her head back and forth, sending red hair flying around her, denying this is happening her. His free hand slides up her neck caressing the smooth skin softly and moves some of the wild hair out of the way before he wraps his fingers around her neck pressing a thumb against her wind pipe and tilts her head up as he leans foreward to plant a soft kiss on her silky skin of her shoulder. She tenses, all her sences focused on the feel of his mouth on her skin the sensation sends a shiver a pleasure across her skin and she bites her bottom lip nervously as he trails kisses over her shoulder and across her neck. He lingers at her earlobe his breathe caressing her skin as his arm slides up to rest just under her breasts. He says in a husky whisper "We're going to have fun aren't we, my dear?" Her breathe catches in her throat and she bucks against him , adrelinine coursing through her viens giveing her a burst of energy. She frees one arm and sends her elbow into his ribs, he grunts in surprise and his arm loosen around her enough so she can escape his hold. Lifting up her dress she quickly stumbles away, trying for her life not to trip over any roots. She no sooner makes it a foot away from him before fingers grab a hand full of her silky red hair and yank her back, a scream rises in her throat as she falls on the forest floor, the air rushes from her lungs in a woosh. He looms over her a terrifying shadow against the forests black trees. She looks up at him grey eyes filled with tears and fright. She chokes out, still trying to re-gain her breathe "w-what do y-you want!?" voice filled with fear and confusion. This makes him laugh, a sweet sound coming from a monster. He reaches down, she flinches but doesn't try to scurry away on the forest floor finding it useless since he'll just catch her again, and probly hurt her worse. His fingers wrapping around her neck cause her thoughts to stutter to a stop focused on what he's going to do next. He forces her down on the forest floor laying belly up she feels vulnerable looking up at him as his hand cuts off her airway she gasps trying to draw precious air into her lungs her hands wrap around his wrist, digging her nails into his skin she trys to draw blood. He starts to talk but his voice seems so far away as spots form in her vision, she trys with all her might to catch on to his words "Well, darling, i'm going to take you right here on the nasty forest floor.." he loosens his grip on her neck she automatically gasps in relief, as she closes her eyes and savors the sweet air filling her lungs he marvols at the rise and fall of her chest against the heavy fabric of her dress. He reaches behind him, pulling out the knife he hid in his belt, he holds it over her face so she gets an eye full of the sharp blade glinting in the little light there is. She stares at the knife wide eyed and frightened, her mind brings up all the terrifying things he could do with the knife, her heart pounds in her chest responding to the frightening vivid images that plays in her mind full of blood and sliced skin. A whimper catches in her throat as he touches the cold blade against the side of her neck she holds her breathe as it slides downto her colarbone, the cold metal against her skin makes goosebumps rise along the surface. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip as he grips the front of her dress, he looks into her face sculpted in fear and confusion, and he feels him self grow harder he growls out in a voice roughened by lust as he starts to slide the knife through the fabric of her dress easily cutting it away easily cause he sharpened his blade in preperation for today.

Her hands delve into the fabric of her pink dress that bellows around her lefting it up slightly over her feet so she doesn't trip while following the Dukes back which continues into the forest sorounding her fathers estate. Her father, the one that sent her out here without an escort, he was hoping that the Duke would ask for her hand in marriage, so she'd be comfurtably rich with a title.. she was not looking forward to handing over her freedom to a man who did not love her, no matter how sculpted and handsome he is. The longer we walk the thicker the trees get, seeming to swallow up all the light, her eyes slowly adjust to the sudden darkness that engulfs them. She holds out her hands infront of her, barely able to get a glimpse the ivory skin, not wanting to run into any trees she holds her breathe as she stumbles along, panic setting in when realizes the heavy footsteps of the Duke weren't crashing through the brush. In a soft voice, she whispers as if someone can hear "Duke Roden!? Are you there?" she walks a little bit farther stoping with a hand on a tree her red hair falling out of it's confined curls into her face which she switfly brushes away with a swipe of her fingers just to have it fall back down over her face. Her pouty lips part slightly letting out a sigh of frustration as the air escapes her lungs a hand slides over hers on the tree his palms scratching the smooth surface on the back of her hand. She jerks her hand free of his just to feel him catch her arms tightly, digging his fingernails in her arms till a scream tears past her lips and echoes around the forest. The struggle exhausts her and she goes slightly limp after some time she feels him loosen his grip on her arms and she tences again, ready to break free of his hold on her. He quickly slips a muscled arm around her locking her arms to her sides, she shakes her head back and forth, sending red hair flying around her, denying this is happening her. His free hand slides up her neck caressing the smooth skin softly and moves some of the wild hair out of the way before he wraps his fingers around her neck pressing a thumb against her wind pipe and tilts her head up as he leans foreward to plant a soft kiss on her silky skin of her shoulder. She tenses, all her sences focused on the feel of his mouth on her skin the sensation sends a shiver a pleasure across her skin and she bites her bottom lip nervously as he trails kisses over her shoulder and across her neck. He lingers at her earlobe his breathe caressing her skin as his arm slides up to rest just under her breasts. He says in a husky whisper "We're going to have fun aren't we, my dear?" Her breathe catches in her throat and she bucks against him , adrelinine coursing through her viens giveing her a burst of energy. She frees one arm and sends her elbow into his ribs, he grunts in surprise and his arm loosen around her enough so she can escape his hold. Lifting up her dress she quickly stumbles away, trying for her life not to trip over any roots. She no sooner makes it a foot away from him before fingers grab a hand full of her silky red hair and yank her back, a scream rises in her throat as she falls on the forest floor, the air rushes from her lungs in a woosh. He looms over her a terrifying shadow against the forests black trees. She looks up at him grey eyes filled with tears and fright. She chokes out, still trying to re-gain her breathe "w-what do y-you want!?" voice filled with fear and confusion. This makes him laugh, a sweet sound coming from a monster. He reaches down, she flinches but doesn't try to scurry away on the forest floor finding it useless since he'll just catch her again, and probly hurt her worse. His fingers wrapping around her neck cause her thoughts to stutter to a stop focused on what he's going to do next. He forces her down on the forest floor laying belly up she feels vulnerable looking up at him as his hand cuts off her airway she gasps trying to draw precious air into her lungs her hands wrap around his wrist, digging her nails into his skin she trys to draw blood. He starts to talk but his voice seems so far away as spots form in her vision, she trys with all her might to catch on to his words "Well, darling, i'm going to take you right here on the nasty forest floor.." he loosens his grip on her neck she automatically gasps in relief, as she closes her eyes and savors the sweet air filling her lungs he marvols at the rise and fall of her chest against the heavy fabric of her dress. He reaches behind him, pulling out the knife he hid in his belt, he holds it over her face so she gets an eye full of the sharp blade glinting in the little light there is. She stares at the knife wide eyed and frightened, her mind brings up all the terrifying things he could do with the knife, her heart pounds in her chest responding to the frightening vivid images that plays in her mind full of blood and sliced skin. A whimper catches in her throat as he touches the cold blade against the side of her neck she holds her breathe as it slides downto her colarbone, the cold metal against her skin makes goosebumps rise along the surface. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip as he grips the front of her dress, he looks into her face sculpted in fear and confusion, and he feels him self grow harder he growls out in a voice roughened by lust as he starts to slide the knife through the fabric of her dress easily cutting it away easily cause he sharpened his blade in preperation for today.

High school is a very memorable time. Everyone has that one story from high school. The one story that they still dream about, that they look back on and just smile. My high school nostalgia, however, is totally different than most people’s high school past. It was about half way through the year and it was wrestling season. Wrestling to me was the greatest thing on earth. I loved it. It was a sport about two men in physical combat trying to prove they are better than the other. There is no one to blame for your mistakes besides you. Granted some of the moves in wrestling did look a little gay but if you ever wrestled, you know it is anything but. I was on the JV team in the 150 pound weight class. I was about 5’-11”, short dirty blonde hair and was in good shape. I was not what one would call ripped but I also was no way considered fat or skinny. I was an athletic boy still growing into himself. I had muscles and could lift twice my weight, almost, the definition just didn’t kick in yet. I was waiting in my sister’s car waiting for her to drive me to school. It took about a half hour to get to school and school started at 8:00. It was 7:25 now. Finally she comes out and walking nonchalantly to her car. My sister, Julia, was around 5’-8” 110 -120 pounds (I can never guess a girls weight right, because of their tits), long beach blonde hair (she got that from mom), my friends wouldn’t let forget about her big boobs and her plump ass. Long story short she was you’re typical girl next door blonde bombshell who was also a cheerleader. She came out in her short cheerleader skirt and cut-off top that looked like a bra on her. I didn’t know how she did it in this cold weather. That’s another thing I like about wresting, it’s indoors. A controlled environment. She gets in the car. “Finally”. She sticks her tongue out at me and started driving to school. My sister and I have always been close, even with her being 2 years older than me. Despite the age difference you could barely separate us for more than a few hours. My parents run a locally famous coffee shop that they make us work at but only during the summer. They don’t want us to get distracted form our schoolwork or our sports. So they don’t get home till late, apparently people like coffee at all the times of the day. Even when they are home, their bedroom and bathroom are downstairs. My sister and I have our bedrooms and bathroom upstairs. Separating our rooms is an extra room that we have our TV and X-BOX up there. So for the most of the time we just stay up there. Out parents nicknamed it “The Den” We usually sit on the couch and watch chick flicks. Yeah I watch chick flicks, so what they’re funny. On the ride to school Julia cranked up the heat, obviously cold in her cheerleading outfit. I was dying from the heat in my warm-ups, which were sweatpants, a t-shirt and a hoodie. I didn’t mind though, sweating meant more weight off so I could make my weight class. “You nervous” Julia asked me. This was the first wrestling meet of the season. Usually JV wrestlers didn’t matter but I was different. Or should I say who was above me was different. Butch Clark a three-time state champion and the team captain. He was also the coach’s son. This was his last year and I was the only other person in his weight class (which is weird because 150 is a very popular weight class). So everybody was looking at me and trying to figure out if I could be the next Butch Clark or not. “You know it’s not fair, all the pressure they put you under, testing you, seing if you'll be the next 'superman'” Julia complained. “Well, I’ll just have to live with it.” I said “None of that matters anyway when I’m on that mat. As long as I get that W. I don’t care what anybody else thinks” Julia giggled a little bit, looked at me, smiled and said “That’s why you were undefeated last year and I know you’ll do well this year” She softly places her hand on my leg as comfort. Jokingly I said “That all depends if we get to school on time you freak” She then pushes me and laughs as we just do some basic chit chat the rest of the way there. The entire day went by pretty smoothly, I was mainly thinking of tonight. It was almost guaranteed that I would have a match tonight being I’m the only JV kid in my weight class. This first team we were facing wasn’t all that great. We killed them last year and was expected to double that this year. During weigh-ins I weigh at 147.06. Feeling satisfied with myself I scarfed down two sandwiches the cafeteria made for us for after weigh ins. Coach Clark came in to announce the JV lineup. Suddenly every JV kid came running up to coach to see if they had a match. “We only got one JV match, and that’s Portz” saying my last name he looked at me and said “Show us what you got kid” When coach left everything sort of hit me at once. I’m wrestling in front if everybody at school for the first time and every single one of them will be there watching me. It’s not like normal JV matches where only a few people really care about what you do. These people care immensely what I do if I don’t show enough potential everyone is going to hate me. The amount of pressure just stopped me in place. I would have stayed there all night if I didn’t hear someone yell “Portz”. I looked back and saw Clark coming towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder and said “Look man. I understand how much pressure you’re under. No matter what happens. You got to remember one thing. Nothing else matters…” “When you’re on the mat” I finish his sentence recollecting on what I said this morning. “Right” he said with a smile “Now come on you’re warming up with us since you’re the only JV. I’ll be your partner” As we ran out the crowd erupted into cheers. We warm up and then it was time for my match. What was once a noisy gym went dead silent when I came onto the mat? Everyone anticipating on whether or not I would show promise. I just acted normal and blocked everything out like I usually do. I only heard my Coach, family, and the ref. When the whistle was blown my opponent and I stepped into a collar-tie. I could easily tell that I was much stronger than this guy. “Thank god you’re my opponent” I said out loud and then immediately took a shot. He never saw it coming I took him down for two points. I then got into legs, spladeled him, got three points. Feeling comfortable I put him in the power half and pinned him. (For anyone who doesn’t know wrestling. I kind of destroyed him). Immediately the crowd cheered. I turned and saw my sister on the side and she winked at me and gave me a thumbs up. I went back to the coach “That was just a junior you pummeled out there kid” coached excitedly stated. Wow, I thought to myself I beat a junior. After getting congratulated by my teammates I went back to the wrestling gym to do what we called warms downs. They were workouts we did after a match. While In the middle of my warms downs I heard the door open and close. There wasn’t supposed to be anybody else in here with me. The Varsity match wouldn’t start for another 15 minutes. So, confused I looked behind me and saw this cute petite young freckled red head. You could see the seduction on her face and the way she walked. God! She was hot. “Good match out there.” She said in what was the cutest and sexiest voice I had ever heard. I was hooked. “Well thank you” I said still dumbfounded. “You know you looked really hot out there on the mat” She said stepping as close as possible. Her hand then gently went onto my crotch and she started groping me through my singlet. “Mmm really? You think so?” I said “You’re not too bad looking yourself”. She smiled at my comment and then she leaned in and kissed me all the while still groping me. Her soft delicate hand felt so good on my now fully erect dick. She definitely knew what she was doing, even through my singlet she had me pre-Cumming already. She broke from our kiss smiled and walked away. I couldn’t believe what happened. Did she really feel me up because I won? If I didn’t want to win every match before then I definitely wanted to now. Being so awestruck I stood there for a couple seconds and then started to walk towards the gym to watch varsity wrestle. When suddenly I see Julia come running down and hugs me almost knocking me down. “I’m so proud of you” then I heard her gasp and she quickly pushed back into the wrestling room. “What the hell” I exclaimed. “Look down” she said. “Oh shit” I saw that my hard erection had been sticking straight out and was so very easy to see. “Are you that excited over winning” she asked. “No, it’s just that this girl came in here kissing me and groping me. It was all so surreal”. “Well” she said “you can’t go looking like that” She then reaches in my singlet, through my boxers grabs ahold of my bare dick and shoves my dick down and tries to hide it for me. It took her a while but she got it and then, I swear to you there was like this moment where she stopped, lingered there with her hand on my penis and she looked me straight in the eye. I could almost see what she wanted to do. Or was that what I wanted her to do. She then took her hand out, and walked away like the mystery girl. On her way out it almost looked like she liked her fingers like there was some of my pre-cum. But Julia would never do that, she’s my sister, she would never do such a thing. Right? I started to go back to the main gym, this time interrupted by my parents. They congratulated me and said they were on their way back to the coffee shop. It was going to get busy after the match because it was near the school and they had deals on pies for the wrestlers. They said that they would be home late but they left an extra pie for me in Julia’s car. We ended up winning the match. 56 to 4. When I got to Julia’s car she was already there (for once) she was eating a slice of pie already. “Hey mom and Dad gave that to me” I joked. “After what I did for you today. I think this well-deserved”. I blushed and said “Yeah sorry for that” “It’s ok” she said to me as she winked. What was that supposed to mean? I also thought she said something under her breath, but when I asked her she said she said nothing. On the ride home I was thinking of the girl who walked in the gym, then after a while I started thinking of Julia, but in a different way. I thought of how it felt when Julia grabbed my dick, what else she could do with it. Omg, I thought, that’s my sister I shouldn’t be thinking this. But the more I try not to think about it the harder it was. My penis sort of followed the same trend as I got hard once again. It was almost certain Julia noticed but she didn’t say anything, although now that I think about it she kept looking at me and when we went home she was always a little closer than normal. Around 10 we went to bed and I still had an erection, I just couldn’t jack off if I knew my sister was the cause of it, that’s just wrong, isn’t it? Oh well, I’ll just sleep it off. When I was about half way asleep I heard my door open then I felt the covers get torn off. I looked up and it was Julia. “What are you doing?” I asked. Without saying a word she climbed on the bed, took my penis out of my boxers and started stroking it. She gave this gaze as she looked me in the eyes. The same gaze I saw in the wrestling gym. The same gaze that left me speechless then and the gaze that left me speechless now. She then bent down and started sucking me off. She immediately took the whole thing in her mouth. Just ravishing my cock. Like she wanted this for years, like she was starving for this. Her saliva and spit was everywhere as she made good work of my cock. I never felt something like this before. The feel of her tongue dancing around my thick shaft. Her spit a saliva just everywhere. She knew what she was doing. It didn’t matter to me that it was my sister, it was a hot beautiful girl sucking my dick and boy was she good. I could tell she liked it to because she started playing with herself while blowing me. That throw me over the edge . ”Ohhh… I’m...I’m about to cum” I did my best at saying. She then went as deep as she possibly could and swallowed glob after glob of cum I had spewed into her throat. She then got up swallowed my cum and said “Next time you make the first move” and then she walked away.

Editing Reality Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Chapter One: Creating a Hottie By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. You summoned me, Most High? Yes. Long have I been studying the Earth and... A malaise has settled upon me. A certain... boredom. Boredom, Most High? We need a game. A mortal... given free will. A dangerous thing, Most High. An interesting thing. How shall the mortal use their freedom? I, of course, do not know, Most High. Isn't that the paradox of it? The... unpredictability of it. The entertainment of it. Certainly, the Divine Council will enjoy witnessing this game, Most High. Who shall administrate it? Anael, I think. Ah, it's to be that sort of game, Most High. Yes, yes, the Divine Council shall enjoy this greatly. Whom shall she choose? Leave that to Anael. Her essence will guide her to the perfect mortal for our entertainment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Steve Davies Wake up... My phone beeped, startling me awake. My eyes popped open and stared at the alarm clock on my nightstand. The red, digital numerals showed I didn't have to wake up just yet. I could sleep for just another fifteen minutes. I groaned, my eyes feeling heavy. I shifted in my bed. My wife wasn't in bed beside me. A light leaked through the door to our bathroom. I heard the faint hiss of the shower running. She normally didn't get up before me. I blinked, rolling over onto my back, struggling to remember why she would be up so early. Right. She had a flight. I blinked groggy eyes, wanting to drift back into sleep, but my thoughts were circling the fact my wife would be gone for the weekend, visiting her friend from college. She did it four times a year. I enjoyed these free weekends. I got to enjoy a more... relaxed time—there wasn't a list of chores for me to do—and she was always so affectionate when she returned. The sex was always at its best. I closed my eyes. The sound of the shower hissed louder. Though my eyes were tired, I couldn't drift back to sleep. I felt wide awake. I drew in a deep breath. I didn't have to get up just yet. I could sleep another... I glanced at the clock. Another ten minutes. I sighed, staring at the digits. It wasn't happening. Sleep wasn't coming. I could feel it. I would just lie here, struggling to find it and not quite getting there. Worse, my bladder was full, that slow demand becoming more and more incessant with every moment. Grunting, I kicked off the sheets and rolled out of bed. I blinked bleary eyes as my feet made contact with the carpet of the floor. I stood up and stretched, my back aching ever so slightly. I padded to the bathroom in my boxer shorts. I opened the door, a cloud of steam washing over me. “Morning, Linda,” I said as I entered the warm haze. “Good morning, honey,” Linda answered, her voice brimming with excitement. She was a beige blur through the glass door of our shower. It was separated from our hot tub style bathtub. We had a large master bath, remodeled several years ago when we refinanced our house and took out a second mortgage. “Excited for your flight?” I asked as I reached the toilet. I pulled out my cock, staring down at my dick thrusting from my dark-brown pubic hair. “Yes,” she said, her voice husky. “I can't wait to see Marissa. We're going to see Penn & Teller.” “I bet that'll be fun,” I said as I relaxed my bladder. We'd been married for twenty-two years, college sweethearts. Peeing around each other had long been something we'd grown used to doing. I groaned as it flowed out of me. I shuddered, my body tingling as it flowed out of me. There was nothing like a morning piss. Only a morning blowjob topped it. I'd be getting one of those when Linda came back. She hated sucking my cock, except after returning from her trip with her friend when she was always at her most sexually adventurous. “It's going to be an amazing trip,” Linda said, the water turning off. As I finished peeing, the shower door slid open. I glanced at her naked body as she stepped out. She kept herself in trim shape. At forty-three, she was looking amazing for a woman who had three children. Her large, pillowy breasts swayed as she stepped out onto the bathmat. Water ran across her dark-red nipples, both hard. My eyes flicked down her body, drinking in the sight of her curving hips, the brassy-brown bush standing out against her pale skin. She wore a smile, her green eyes twinkling. She pulled off her shower cap, her brassy hair spilling down her shoulder. She hugged me, her naked body pressing against me, soaking me as she nuzzled against me. She was feeling frisky, her body squirming against me. Her lips found mine, hot and sweet. I gripped her ass, squeezing her plump butt-cheeks. My dick ached against her. She worked the front of my boxers. I didn't care. She broke away from me. “Whoops, someone's getting excited.” “Yeah,” I panted, my heart thudding in my chest. I stroked up and down her rump. “Oh, no, none of that,” she said. “Sorry, I need to get ready. I just couldn't resist you. Mmm, you are looking good.” I smiled. My wife had convinced me to start working out more, and I had shed a good twenty pounds. I hadn't been this weight since my twenties. Her hands slid across my chest, feeling my pecs before she broke away from me. “You are such a tease,” I groaned. “You're going away for the weekend and leaving me like this.” “I just want you affectionate when I return,” she said as she snagged a mauve towel. She rubbed it across her body, massaging those lush tits. “Not afraid of sending me off to teach like this?” I asked. She arched an eyebrow. “Are you creeping on those college girls you're teaching?” “I might if you leave me like this,” I groaned. I taught at Rainier Christian College, a private university. “Some of those girls are very un-Christian.” “Mmm, I always had a thing for my sexy, male professors when I was that age,” she said, pulling out her makeup bag. “Maybe I should be worried.” She winked at me. “But... I have a plane to catch, so I'll just have to risk it.” “You are a cruel woman,” I groaned, my dick so hard as I opened the medicine cabinet above my sink (we had two of them). I snagged toothpaste and my toothbrush. “I know,” she said, giving me a smile. “Trust me, I will make it up to you when I get back.” I brushed my teeth then hopped into the shower. The alarm clock went off, beeping with those annoying tones. My wife sighed and scurried out to take care of it. I let the water wash over me. I took my time showering. The hot water heater was extra-strength. With three children, two of them girls, I wanted to make sure we had all the hot water in the world. My wife was still putting on her makeup when I slipped out. I dried and dressed. She came out just as I was about to leave. She headed to her suitcase, slipped in a plastic bag full of her makeup into it, then zipped it up. I headed downstairs, my house bustling as my children were getting up. I passed our son's door and pounded on it. “Time to get up, James. Put down the pencil and come down for breakfast.” I heard a youthful grunt. I headed down stairs two at a time, my khaki slacks whisking together. I was tucking in my shirt as I went, my tie loose around my neck. I wouldn't tighten it until I got to work. I hated wearing it, but Rainier Christian had a uniform for everyone involved, professors and other staff having to dress like they were going to church. My eldest daughter Becky sat that the breakfast table, the twenty-year-old studying a textbook, her face pale, her auburn hair gathered in a braid. She was a busty girl, like her mother, though she hid it by wearing a blouse one or two sizes bigger than she needed. It was a white top, like all the girls wore at Rainier Christian, a gray sweater vest over it. Her skirt would be a matching gray, worn longer than most of the girls at the college. If I could see her legs, they'd be clad in pantyhose. She liked to dress old-fashion, a shy child. “Hey, pumpkin,” I said. She looked up at me and gave me a smile. Her green eyes shone. I still wasn't used to her wearing contacts. She'd worn glasses since she was in the fourth grade. “Hey, Dad.” “Ready for the weekend?” She shrugged. “Doing anything?” “Maybe with Tonya,” she said. “But I have an English paper to write.” I rolled my eyes. “You haven't finished it?” “I got half of it written,” she said as she closed the book. I started breakfast, simple fried bacon and scrambled eggs. Normally, Linda did it. She was a mostly stay-at-home mom these days, only volunteering at Rainier Free Clinic a few days a week as a nurse to give herself something to do. With her trip, I could handle cooking. “Daddy!” my youngest daughter squealed. Eighteen-year-old Sam barreled into the kitchen, a skinny girl as tall as her brother. Her short, red hair bounced about her mischievous face as she darted towards me. I turned as she threw her arms around my neck. She was a daddy's girl, always hanging around me. As she came in for a kiss, my phone beeped in my pocket. The sound made my head turn just an inch. Her lips, instead of landing on my cheek, planted on my mouth. I blinked at the flare of heat shooting through me. My cock, still half-hard from my wife's sultry kiss, went full mast as my daughter pressed against me in her school uniform. Sam didn't immediately pull away, her lips lingering as my mind screamed at me that this had to stop. Then she darted away. “Whoops, Daddy! I hope Mom didn't see that. She'd be jealous.” She broke away from me, a big grin on her face. She glanced over at Becky at the table. My eldest daughter cheeks were tinged red. She was staring down at her textbook, squirming. I blinked, my blood boiling. I stared at Sam as she broke away. She was slender, wearing her white blouse tucked into a pair of gray slacks that hugged her body. Girls were recently allowed to wear pants instead of skirts as part of the uniform. Sam hated wearing pants. “So, we're gonna work on the car tomorrow, right?” she asked as she darted to the table. I couldn't help noticing how tight those pants were. They molded to her eighteen-year-old rump. A girl her age shouldn't have a rump that nice. I swallowed, my heart pounding. I shouldn't be looking at my daughter this way. “Yeah,” I said. We were rebuilding a 1969 Chevrolet Impala, the second car we'd rebuilt together. The last, a 1956 Chevrolet Bel Air, we sold to finance our current project. It was fun working with my daughter. I went back to scrambling eggs, shaking my head. Her lips tasted like strawberries. I licked mine, my dick so hard. I casually adjusted my cock in my slacks and boxers, hoping my daughters didn't notice. Especially not Sam. My youngest giggled. Cheeks burning, I glanced at her, but she was staring at her phone, fingers typing away. Becky was focused on her book. I sighed in relief. Having two daughters sometimes made me aware of their youthful beauty, and my body responded. My wife swept into the room and let out a peal of laughter. “What?” I asked as I dished scrambled eggs onto a large platter. She hugged me from behind, her arms sweeping around. She brushed my cock and whispered “That's what I thought. Perving on our daughters.” “What?” I spluttered. “Your shoulders are always so tight,” she whispered. “Eww, don't do that, Mom,” Sam snapped. “We're right here.” My cheeks burned more as my wife pulled away from me. “Pants again?” “Pants again,” Sam said. “Aren't you afraid someone will mistake you for a boy?” my wife asked as she headed to the table wearing a light dress with a scoop neckline. “I'm too cute to be a boy,” she said, her head lifted high. “Don't I look cute in these pants, Daddy?” “Don't drag me into this,” I said as I brought the platters of eggs and bacon to the table. “Yep, I'm cute,” Sam said, a big grin on her face. My wife's face tightened. I set the platter in the center. Sam grabbed the spoon and began gathering her eggs, squirming in her chair. My eldest looked up from her book at me. She met my eyes for a moment then they darted down again. Linda glanced at the ceiling before asking, “Did you tell James to come downstairs?” “Yeah,” I said, my stomach growling. I knew that tone in my wife's voice. It was a honey-do voice. “I'll go get him.” I hurried to the stairs, taking them fast. I reached my son's door and knocked hard on it. “Stop drawing, son, and come down for breakfast.” “Just finishing up this drawing,” he muttered. “Your girls can wait,” I said. “Dad!” he groaned. I grinned. I knew he was drawing naked girls. He had this comic of his. He showed us the non-naked versions of his two Japanime girls. He was a great artist, but he just needed to get some maturity. Well, if I was nineteen, I'd probably be spending as much time drawing cute girls, too. “Come on,” I said, knocking again. “You have the entire weekend to draw them.” “Fine,” he muttered. Papers rustled then a chair slid. The door opened and he appeared, his dress shirt untucked, his gray tie loose about his neck, like mine. He wore pants similar to Sam's, only his weren't so tight. He had dark-brown hair, looking like a bird's nest, and silver-glasses on his serious face. “You studied for Mr. Miller's test?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. “I know all about logic gates. I'll be fine.” I nodded my head as we ventured down the stairs to breakfast. Sam was digging into her eggs while Becky picked at hers. My wife had a smile on her face, her fingers typing at her phone. She looked up at me, a twinkle in her green eyes as she slipped it back into her purse. “There's my young man,” she said. “I see you forgot the comb again.” James shrugged and sat down, pushing up his glasses with one hand. I took my place at the head of the table. I said grace quickly, Sam pausing in her feast to be quiet while I said a few words of thanks to God. Then I joined my family. Breakfast passed quickly, Sam talking about the car, “I think we're going to get the carburetor done quickly.” I nodded my head in agreement. My wife kept glancing at Becky, giving our eldest daughter a studious look. Then Linda glanced at her phone again and sighed. She finished off her bacon and carried her plate over to the sink, saying, “I need to get going. The Uber driver's here and traffic's going to be a nightmare getting to SeaTac.” “You'll make it,” I said. “I'll get your suitcase.” She smiled at me. I hefted her luggage, loaded with more clothes than I thought she needed for a three day trip. She led the way. She opened the front door, her hips swaying as she marched out to the ride-share car driving her to the airport, a dark-gray sedan. The driver, a young man in skinny jeans and a glasses, was playing around on his phone as he waited. “I'm worried about Becky,” she said. “Becky?” I asked, frowning as we walked down the red-brick walkway that curved around the garage and headed to the driveway. “Why?” “I think she's too close to her friend.” I blinked at my wife. “Too close to Tonya?” My wife nodded her head. “Becky's twenty, and she's never had a boyfriend. She spends all her free time with Tonya if she's not studying.” “She's just shy,” I said. “What are you saying, that you think our daughter's gay?” “Yes,” my wife said. “Or she might think she is. Girls are under a lot of pressure these days. Everyone's making them think it's okay to be a lesbian. It can confuse a shy girl like our daughter.” “She's not gay,” I said. “You're just worried. She and Tonya are just friends. They've been friends since they were in grade school.” “And?” My wife glanced at me. “When I was her age, I was dating.” “Sam's not dating, and you're not worried about her.” She gave me a tight look. “Sam isn't gay. She likes boys.” “Really? All she does is hang out with me or with her three friends. You're not worried about her being gay.” “Oh, I'm worried, but not about her being gay.” She shook her head. A smile crossed her lips as we reached the ride-share car, the driver not even bothering to get out to open the door. “You really don't see it, huh?” “What?” She shook her head. “Trust me, Sam's not gay, but I think Becky's... confused. She's spending the night at Tonya's again next week. And you know her parents are so... permissible.” “You mean they vote Democrat,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “They probably encourage them,” my wife muttered. I wanted to laugh, to say she was being ridiculous. Tonya's parents were strict Christians. I almost added, “So what if she does like girls?” But I didn't. I dropped her suitcase off in the trunk, the driver at least popped it open for me, and I slammed it shut. “Do you want me to talk to her or something?” I asked as my phone beeped. “Yes,” she said. “That would be great. She won't talk to me.” My wife creased her lips. She wasn't pleased that her relationship with her two daughters was strained. My wife had her vision on who they should be, but they were real people. “Not worried about our son?” I asked. “It's different with boys to be shy,” she said. “He's a sensitive soul. Besides, I've seen his drawings.” Her lips tightened. “He's definitely not gay.” “Definitely not,” I said, smiling. “He might want to learn anatomy better, because those girls he draws...” A smile touched her lips. Then she sighed. “You'll be fine, right?” “Of course,” I said, grabbing her hips and pulling her close. “I'll be just fine.” “Love you,” she said. Then she kissed me. Not a quick one, but a lingering one, almost like Sam's. My dick, still hard, throbbed. “Love you, too,” I said when I broke it. “Damn, now I got to go teach all those nubile college coeds like this.” She rubbed her crotch against my hardon. “Just think about all the things I'll do to you when I get back.” I groaned as she broke away and opened the back door. “You're such a cruel woman.” “You love it,” she said, that smile so playful. I closed her car door and waved goodbye as the Uber driver backed out of the driveway. I sighed as the car pulled away, heading off to the airport. I turned and headed back inside. I pulled my phone out. I didn't check it religiously like everyone else. I wasn't that much of a fan of them. I frowned. My phone said a new app had installed. Reality Editor. I frowned. “What's that?” I entered the house. “James, have you been messing with my phone again.” “No,” he said, his face buried in his own phone. All three of my children were staring at their phone. “Not since the last time you broke it.” “I didn't break it,” I muttered. Maybe it was a new service? Or one of those virus things. I frowned and hovered my fat thumb over the icon of a pencil or stylus writing on the world. It reminded me of the Glorification of the Eucharist painting by Salimbeni, the Renaissance work of art depicting God and Jesus writing on the globe of the world. A red X appeared on the icon. I hit it and then confirmed the delete. It vanished off my phone. Then I noticed the time on the clock in the corner. “Okay, clear off your dishes. Time for school.” “Right, Daddy!” Sam said. She bounced to her feet, her short bob of hair swaying about that elfin face. She darted towards the sink with her dishes. Becky followed with almost as much alacrity while James stared at his phone. “Buddy,” I said. “Come on. School.” He sighed and put away his phone. He pushed up his glasses and carried his plate to the kitchen. I grabbed the mostly empty platters, a few scraps of bacon and crumbling pieces of scrambled eggs remaining. The sink hissed as they cleaned their dishes off. “Done!” Sam said, giving me a big smile. “Good job, kumquat,” I told her. Her cheeks went bright red. Then she darted out of the room. I glanced over at Becky as she finished, my wife's words lingering in my mind. Even if she was gay, it wasn't my business if she didn't want to talk about it. I decided to lie to my wife and tell her I'd talked to Becky. “Let's get going,” I said, adjusting my tie. “If you want to get to classes on time, James, you better start walking.” He didn't like to ride in my car like his sisters. He just popped in his headphones and nodded his head, his tie still lose. He walked out the door, his backpack on. Becky sidled up to me, a smile on her lips. She hooked her arm around mine. “I'm ready, Dad.” “Me, too, Daddy!” Sam said, shooting her sister a strange look before she seized my other arm in a very possessive grip. “Let's go. I get shotgun!” “But...” Becky gasped. “I... Fine.” Sam stuck out her tongue at her sister. I sighed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My phone beeped. I shifted in my chair. It was silent in my classroom, save for the wheezing breaths of poor Kyleigh Jacobs, as my first period worked on their test. Their pencils scratched across the paper. I gazed out at them. Some of them were focused intently like Seth Parish, the nerdy kid who liked to sit in the center of the front row, or Babette Gagnon, a French girl with curly, brown hair that tumbled about her face. She had a cute, button nose that twitched as she worked. Nikkole Vance, a cheerleader, studied her glossy nails. Others were frowning, like my daughter's friend, Courtney Franks. She absently rubbed at her black hair, pushing back a loose lock. Mathew Tollemache had a perplexed look on his face. The beefy guy played on our college's football team. He wasn't an idiot, but English wasn't his forte. He made a hesitant mark on his page. Beside him, the vivacious, Hispanic girl, Evita Loyola, toyed with a strand of her bleached-blonde hair. She had leaned back in the chair, her blouse tight about her breasts, the top few buttons undone. I should scold her about that, but the teasing expanse of golden-brown skin was a delight to study. I shifted, my dick throbbing in my pants. She smiled at me like she could feel my eyes. She leaned forward, almost daring me to look. I fished my phone out of my pocket, my cheeks burning. I loved the excuse to have something else to look at. I shouldn't be playing with my phone in class, but... I swiped the screen and there was another notification of an installed app. Reality Editor. I frowned as I unlocked my phone with my passcode. That same icon was back. The stylus writing on the globe. My brow furrowed. That shouldn't be there. I shifted in my chair. Apps didn't just reinstall themselves. Did they? Was this my son's doing? He was into computers as well as drawings. He took every computer class offered by Rainier Christian. My friend, Bob Miller, always spoke highly of my son's talent at it. Maybe this was a prank. Feeling Evita's eyes on me, I lifted my phone. I should talk to the girl, but these days... It wasn't safe for a male staff member to be alone with any student, especially not a vivacious nineteen-year-old with such round breasts and flirty smile. My heart thundered. The scratch of pencils sounded louder. Kyleigh's wheezing breath, brought on by her morbid obesity, hissed over and over. I tried not to think of Evita's creamy skin. How young and tight she was. The way Linda was. Not that my wife wasn't sexy, but no amount of exercise could compete with a nineteen-year-old in her prime. In my mind, Evita undid another button, showing off a hint of her bra. It would be something naughty. Something inappropriate for even a public university, let alone a private Christian one. No, no, don't think about that. I tapped the icon. The app loaded. Every sound in the room ended. No more scratch of pencils. No more chugging, strained breaths. No more creaking seats as students fidgeted. I looked up to see... “Holy shit!” I gasped at the naked woman standing across my desk from me. She was a strange mix of young, vulnerable innocence and whorish, vampish sexuality. I swallowed as my eyes flicked from her firm, conical breasts that were at eye level, to her face framed by her ethereal, blonde hair. She had plump lips, the type for kissing and sucking, and large, purple eyes that shone with a kind of virginal curiosity, a hunger newly awakened to the world. “W-who are you?” I asked, my eyes flicking down now. Past those small, firm tits topped by pink nipples to the smooth sleekness of her stomach that led down to the hairless V of her pubic mound. Then descended to the tight lips of her pussy. Dew glistened on her lips. “You can't be here,” I groaned, wanting to look away as my dick throbbed in my jeans. “You have to put on clothes.” “Clothes are for those who feel shame,” she said. “I am beyond shame, Steve Davis. That is a shackle that does not bind me. Just like you are no longer bound by destiny.” “Destiny?” I said, my brow furrowing. Who was this woman. “I am Anael,” she said, speaking each of the three syllables with deliberateness. Ahn Ay Ehl. “The Angel of the Love Star.” She shifted her hips, her firm breasts jiggling. “I have been sent as your guide, to help you with your newfound freedom.” “Freedom?” I asked, swallowing. “Why, from the dictates of Destiny.” She moved around my desk. My eyes tracked her. I was surprised my students weren't making an outcry. They weren't making a sound at all and... “Crap!” I gasped, staring out at my students. They were... frozen. None of them moved. Evita stared at me with hunger. Nikkole Vance, her blonde hair streaked with red highlights, was in the middle of a stretch that pressed her round breasts against her white blouse. Courtney scratched at her nose while poor Kyleigh's three chins looked frozen in mid-wobble. They'd swayed too far to the left. “What...? How...? This...?” “The flow of time is paused when you open the app,” said Anael as she stood before me, her stomach right at my eye level now, her breasts quivering just above me. “It is our new way of giving out this power.” “Power?” “From time to time, to shake up the flow of reality, a person is selected to be freed from destiny.” “Destiny?” “Cause and effect.” A smile grew on her lips. “From the moment this universe came into being, your every action was known. Predicted. You cannot help it. You are a product of all that has come before you. The way your culture has shaped you. Your experiences with others. They have all given you the illusion that free will exists for anyone, but in reality, you are just responding to stimuli in a predictable manner. “Until now. Steve Davies, you alone are free to do as you wish. With that app.” “The... Reality Editor,” I said, staring down at the screen. It showed a wire frame image of the classroom, people appearing as dots sitting at the furniture. Each dot was labeled with their name. Even this angel next to me. Even myself. Anael sauntered away from me. She had a tight tush, as firm and bubbly as any of the barely legal girls in my classroom. Her hips swayed as she sauntered past young Seth frozen in the process of furiously writing on his quiz. She caressed the top of his head before she reached Evita sitting in the row behind him, her desk offset. Anael's hand caressing across the Latina girl's golden-brown wrist. “You can reshape the world, Steve.” I swallowed. “Re... shape.” “Change people's destiny. Affect them. Make them better.” She gave me a wicked smile as her hand slid up Evita's arm, caressing her body through her blouse, until she reached the girl's neckline. She stroked down to that top button I imagined Evita undoing. “Or make them... naughtier.” My dick throbbed. Anael's hand slipped into Evita's blouse. It was clear she was groping the paused coed's breast, feeling that plump, barely legal tit in her hand. My forehead burst out in sweat. My cock hadn't been this hard since I was in college. “You can help people,” Anael purred, pulling her hand from Evita's blouse. She strolled between Courtney Frank's and Matthew Tollemache's desks, her fingernails scratching at the football player's thick arm. The angel stopped at Kyleigh's desk. “You can improve them.” Anael moved behind Kyleigh. The girl was easily three hundred pounds, her flabby arms stretching out her blouse, her face round and pudgy. The poor thing was picked on all the time. She had few friends. I always wanted to do more for her. She had such a sweet personality. If she wasn't so fat. If she had a body like Evita's or Nikkole's... “Exactly,” Anael purred. “With that device, you can improve her. Just tap the dot that represents her, and you can edit her.” I swallowed, my hand shaking. “She would be happier.” “Of course she would,” Anael said, a big smile crossing her innocent, whorish face. Her firm titties swayed above Kyleigh's head. “You would be giving her what she wants.” I tapped Kyleigh's dot. The screen changed. A naked version of Kyleigh appeared, a frozen model, like one of those avatars in a character creation menu on the video games James and Sam liked to play together. Like that Skytop or Skymountian or whatever game both got into a few years ago. It looked like she could even be rotated. To her right was a menu: Kyleigh Jacobs • Physical • Mental • Spiritual I frowned at the three different menus. Physical and mental made sense. “Spiritual?” “Her sexuality, her faith, her morals, and her social skills,” Anael answered. “We'll want to adjust those, too. But let's start with physical.” I tapped it and more options appeared. Kyleigh Jacobs • Physical • Skin • Head • Torso • Arms • Groin • Legs • Nervous System • Illness • Mental • Spiritual “Wow,” I said, shaking my head. “This is... a lot of choices.” “You can change any bit of her,” Anael said. “You can remake her from the ground up. You can transform her into a beautiful woman. Isn't that amazing, Steve?” “Yeah,” I said, shaking my head in awe. “This is... Why was I chosen to have all this power?” “You would have to ask the Most High why.” “God?” I asked, my voice tight. “That's a word for Him, which is an imprecise word in and of itself since the Creator has no gender. Your language just lacks the... capacity to describe the Most High. Humans never get it right. They only ever see parts of Him. How could they not when He is beyond your universe. He exists in... dimensions your mind can't even understand. Nor could you fathom His motivations in why He chose you. Just know He placed this power in you.” “Okay,” I said, frowning. “So, uh, let's make her skinnier. I guess... Torso.” I tapped that option and... Torso • Muscle Tone • Fat Deposits • Nipples • Breasts • Bellybutton “Crap,” I muttered this was complex... Breasts... Nipples... I tapped Fat deposits. That brought up a slider with a percentage. Hers was almost maxed out. I dragged my finger down it and... The image of her on my phone grew skinnier. Not in the thighs, arms, or neck, but in the center of her. Her breasts seemed to grow as the rest of her grew skinnier. No, they didn't grow, they just became more and more pronounced as the rolls of fat vanished. Her stomach grew sleek. I stopped it when she reached a healthy, curvy size. But she looked freakish with the fat on the rest of her. So I hit the Arms Sub-menu. Arms • Muscle Tone • Fat deposits • Hands I hit the same slider, her chicken-wings arms growing sleek and narrow. I shuddered, switching to her legs, doing the same thing on them, making her thighs toned, her calves sleek. I turned her around, heading to the Buttocks Sub-menu under Legs, turning that flabby ass into something... Hot. “Damn,” muttered as I used my finger to turn her image around. I licked my lips, unable to notice the black bush between her thighs. Then I glanced at those large, pillowy breasts. They had some sag to them. I could.. .fix that. I switched back to the Torso Sub-Menu and found the correct sub-menu. Breasts • Size • Shape • Tone • Lactation I blinked at lactation, ignored that. I opened up the Toned slider, making them firmer, perkier. They began to lift up, her tits almost defying gravity until she had a big, large, lush pair of tits that were just begging to be played with. Her nipples were fat and dusky pink, just perfect to play with. My dick was so hard. This was my nineteen-year-old student. I had transformed her into a hottie. I just had to fix the fat of her face. Head • Fat deposits • Eyes • Mouth • Vocal Chords • Cheekbones • Nose • Ears • Hair • Chin I quickly adjusted the fat content of her face. She had such delicious features, looking almost vampish now. A hottie. Every guy attending the college would pant after her. They would all want to enjoy her. To play with her. I wanted to play with her. “Mmm, yes, yes, you're doing good,” Anael said. I swallowed. “Yeah,” I said, staring at the image of the bombshell hottie on my phone. “Why does she have to be naked?” “Thinking naughty thoughts?” Anael asked, her tone teasing. I swallowed. “So you can see how you're changing her. A preview. Once you make your changes, you can never edit her again.” “What?” I asked. “You only get to edit a person, or an object, once. It's one of the rules. I guess it makes things more interesting. You also only get three edits a day.” “Three edits...” I said, swallowing. “So,” Anael said. “You've improved her body, but not the behavior that led her to be like this. You need to adjust that, too. Open the spiritual menu.” I did. Spiritual • Sexuality • Faith • Morality • Social “So we need to adjust her Social Mores. She needs to have a stronger aversion to control her appetite so she can look beautiful and fit in with society,” the angel said. I opened the Social Sub-Menu and saw Mores as the third and final option. I clicked it and a whole host of options popped up, all about interacting with people, polite behavior, what she thought was or was not acceptable in society. My eyebrows furrowed. There was even options about affection. How willing she was to show it in public. Her views on flirting. There was everything about this girl in here. “This is... so much power,” I said. “I could...” “Make her have the hots for her teacher?” Anael asked. “You could mold her so that she wants to be affectionate and thankful to the man who saved her from her life of horrid obesity. Who made her a true beauty, a woman who doesn't have to be ashamed of who she is.” My cock throbbed. “I could... do that?” “In her Sexuality Sub-Menu and her Mores Sub-Menu.” Anael smiled. “Mmm, yes, we can make it so she has fantasies for you she wants to act on. You are a handsome man, after all, Steve. It's not unexpected for your female students to develop crushes on you. Just look at Evita there.” I glanced at the Latina girl. My cheeks were burning. I hit the Sexuality Sub-menu. Sexuality • Orientation • Desires • Libido • Taboos “Let's up he libido so she's hornier, and let's adjust what she considers taboo,” Anael said. “I can... even make her... straight or gay or bi?” I asked. “Edit her, yes,” she said. “You are adjusting all those things that shaped her. You'll remake her and then let her new destiny change the history of her life to this moment. After you hit the edit button, she'll be out of your control, acting in the new way you modified her.” I shook my head again. I shouldn't do this. But I couldn't stop myself from upping her libido, from increasing her sex drive until it was nearly maxed out. I shuddered then dove back into her social mores. I decreased her belief that students shouldn't have sex with professors. Anael whispered suggestions, and I acted on them. “We can add sexual techniques, too,” she moaned. “She's a virgin. She has no experience. You can make her so she's skilled. So she can please you.” “I shouldn't...” I groaned. “I'm married.” “Well, you can always edit your wife so that's not a problem,” Anael said. “You can do what you like. Trust me, the new Kyleigh will be so happy. You've saved her from a lifetime of medical problems.” I groaned, nodding my head. I couldn't think straight. My blood pounded through my veins. I opened up the Mental Menu. Mental • Knowledge • Personality • Intellect • Illness “It's under knowledge,” Anael said. Knowledge • Physical Skills • Artistic Skills • Sexual Skills And found the Sexual Skills Sub-Menu. Sexual Skills • Positions • Oral Technique • Finger Technique • Skill • Reciprocation I groaned at all the options. Positions. Oral techniques. So many different things. I worked through them, adding things I liked, things I'd only dreamed about. I couldn't believe I could do this. It was so far-fetched. Maybe I just passed out at my desk and this was all some sort of naughty dream. No one person could have this power. “I think we have her,” Anael said, a big grin on her face. “Well, unless you want to make her shaved. She doesn't need that bush, does she?” “No, no, that's fine,” I groaned. “Then just hit compile,” she said. “The power will do the work. Reality will have changed. No one will ever know that Kyleigh wasn't this poor, sad, lonely fat girl. They will accept the new her like she's always been this way. “You're the only person that will know.” Anael gave me a big grin as she sauntered to me, her firm titties bouncing. “Just hit compile and then let's see what happens.” “Yes,” I groaned and hit compile. A new menu popped up. DO YOU WISH TO DO THIS? Two options appeared: YES or NO I hit yes. My screen flashed for a moment. My phone grew hot. Reality rippled out from me, a wave of distortion that washed over my desk. It hit the front row of my students, Seth rippling and bending like I viewed him through the lines of a magnifying glass held at a strange angle. It swept passed him and splashed over Evita and Courtney. It nearly bent Matthew in half. Anael walked through it without it even touching her, her from staying untouched, like the fabric of reality merely bent around her. Then it hit Kyleigh. For a moment, her entire body rippled. She became blurry, like seeing a reflection in a rippling pond. It was hard to say what was happening save her twisted image seemed to grow smaller. She wasn't as wide and... The wave washed passed her and a sexy, nineteen-year-old hottie was left in her place, her body curvy, her waist like an hourglass, her blouse clinging to those large, perky breasts. Her black hair tumbled about a vixen's face. She had a hunger in her eyes that were focused on me, her lips red and plump, her legs crossed. They looked so firm as they peeked out of her schoolgirl skirt. “Holy shit,” I muttered. “Now unpause time,” Anael said. “And enjoy.” To be continued...

‌Hello everyone my name is Daniel and I am 6'2 well built and have good big 8' sex drill..... this is story my sister and me having sex and then eventually my mother and I had sex and then we all having a threesome together............ ‌ ‌Me and my sister are twins and when we were 2 years old my father passed away when he died we left the city and we started living in a small town. me,sister and my mother living alone. This town was very small. We barely have three to four neighbors my father was a big business tycoon so he left us so much money, so we bought a new mansion with big big walls surrounding so no one can get in or can see and the mansion have 7 bedrooms and a big lawn with a swimming pool and jacuzzi and i think it can fit 15 to 20 people easily. ‌ ‌Before telling any thing about my sister and our lust full adventure of making love i should tell something's about my family, well after our dad died. my mother started to don't care about anything and more of it when ever we see her in house we saw her naked. ‌ ‌And even if me and my sister stay naked in house she doesn't care what we do we can stay naked or dressed she never cared.but she taught us everything what every mother would do...may be she was a nudist we never knew. We always saw her naked aur whole life for better imagination I'll say that she looks very similar to "Brandi love" her every thing is similar to her her boobs, body,waist everything just she don't have any tan lines and she's a lot younger looking than her. I remember i used to suck on those huge breasts for very long time i remember the taste of milk. I always just go to her and suck wherever she go in the house. ‌ ‌This one time i was 9 and she was showering and i want to suck on her breast i think i just like to do it i always get a hard on whenever i do that. So i just got into the bathroom and saw her wet body and a rush of blood stream started to flow in my dick i was getting hard on by my mom because my mom was masturbating she put right hand on to her pussy and she was circling on it putting her fingers in her pussy and stroking in and out she put her middle finger in and then put her forefinger and started stroking...i got into the shower and said " Mom im hungry" she just looked at me with a shock in her face "What....are you doing here!!!!!!!! DANIELL???????...you should Knock first before you come in here " i looked at her with confusion and telling my self "why should i knock on bathroom door" i just said "sorry mom i was hungry" ‌ ‌She looked at me and at my enlarged cock. "Ok come here" she said with naughty look in her eyes " ok you're growing up now you should start eating food and not on mommy's milk ok" i looked at her and said " ok mom I'll try" she kissed me on my forehead and looked down at my cock which was poking her just a inch away from her pussy and she then suddenly hugged me with gentle squeeze on my butt and my cock rubbed her pussy lips and i felt rush of pleasure in my body "oh..my big boy you have grown up" she said slowly moving her hips on dick.........but this story is for next time right now its about my sister......so as i was saying that...... ‌ ‌The only time she(mom) wears any clothes is when she's going out and when we were young like 4 or 5 and when our babysitter used say that we should wear some clothes she always say that let them what they like to do don't tell them what to do ok mind your own business and let stay how they want to stay. ‌ ‌And when we were alone with our babysitter she also used to get naked we used to play with her big boobs and she let us do whatever we like to do to her.. I have a very blurry memory of fisting her in her pussy and she used to enjoy that too.... So when we got 10 years old our mom stopped the babysitter so me and my sister stays alone we used to stay naked or dressed its all depends on us. ‌ ‌Our mom told us strictly about school and never saying anything about how we live in our house she had a strict rule against friends coming over she said that they will not like the way we live, when were she's not at home we used touch our private parts and used to play with it even in young age my sister got some nice pair of boobs and ass... ‌ ‌We were 13 years old and puberty hit us we started to realize that we cannot stay in same room anymore but no one was there to tell us that we shouldn't sleep together. ‌2 years past now me and my sister were almost 16years old and introduce to porn by our friends and i started to jack off every time.... my sister also do the same but she never told me and when ever she masturbate she goes to another room and do it . ‌ ‌One day i was searching for a good porn and found something amazing that changed the way i look at my sister. It was incest porn i started looking at brother and sister porn and i never got so hard in life my cock was 8½' long with its full erected form i started to jack off and i remember i jacked off whole night that day next day when my sister came in she was looking beautiful standing in the door way naked looking at the mess i made. ‌ ‌She looked at it said "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS...?" i said with a smile on my face "Well i jacked off whole night, where were you .." she said with shock on her face and looking at all the cum on the bed "I was in the next room watching movies" i got up and put my hand around her naked waist and pushed her toward the computer,and i sat on my chair and pulled her towards me forcing her to sit on my lap and said, "Look what i found last night on this porn site look" with excitement and clicked played and the video started. ‌ ‌And the watching that video my sister got wet and said "what is this...is this real...are they really brother and sister....is this right to do....what happens if she gets pregnant....oh my god he's fucking his own sister.." and started looking more closely and said again "This is amazing..i already feeling wet oh my god Daniel this is making me so horny....." Listening that her from her mouth make my dick so hard my 8½ inch dick starting to stand up like it was never ejaculate a single drop of cum... ‌ ‌She felt that between her her naked pussy lips and hers wetness touched head of my dick, i felt the little vibration comming from back she turned around and looked at me witb lust full eyes and said "is that what i think it is...are really getting a hard on because of me....am i turning you on....am i turning on my twin brother...." And i just nodded with yes.....and the she started to rub her pussy on the whole length of my dick i started to feel the ball in my stomach she turned towards me facing me she was shaved and started to grind on my dick. ‌ ‌A rush of precum started ooze out of the tip used it as lubricant and rubbed it on her whole body i put my hand on her waist and started to move in to and fro motion....i looked at my sister big boobs......her hard nipples.... ‌ ‌To give a glimps of my sister search for Quinn wild and imagine her waist of 26' just like her..... ‌ ‌I hold her boobs in my hand and started to play with her nipples she started to moaning "ummmmmmmmmmm....hhhhhhhhhhhh"..oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........this feels so good brother......." 20 min later we both got to our first orgasam....she said "oohhhhhh.....ummmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... brother im cumminnggg.......imm..... cummingggghhh..........aaaaahhhhhhhh.......aahhhhhhh.....aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........and she sent series and series of orgasam water....on my cock and my cock sent the biggest lines of cum........."holy shitt......i haven't cum this much in whole night ...... Are feeling good....are you ok......?" ‌ ‌I asked my sister if she was embarrassed about it.... apparently she was little embarrassed and she just turned around and started to leave the room i said nothing to and she left...... All day we just ingnor eye contact with each other. We started to stay dressed it was a little wired to see her dressed in house and also painful not seeing her naked.. ‌ ‌For 2 days this ignoring sessions were continued. Our mother saw this not talking to each other thing and noticed that we were dressed the whole time our mother called us both and we sat in front of her. Then she said "I don't know what is going on with you two but I don't like my house to b this silent" said looking at both of us "whatever going on in between you sort it out you're brother and sister...they fight but they should stay mad at each other"..said looking at my sister she turned her head towards me."you don't understand mom i cannot forgive him for what he did"..... listening to those words i snapped out and i looked at her with anger and faced her and looked in her she put her face away...and i said " I didn't do anything you also liked it don't tell me that, and don't blame me you were also equally responsible for this". ‌ ‌She started crying i felt bad for what i did but my mom told me very angrily "DANIEL GARFIELD GET BACK TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW' i got up and started to leave and once turned around and looked at my sister in guilt....my mother tried to comfort her and said somethings to her and looking at i noticed that she agreed on whatever she said. ‌ ‌One more day past and we ignored each other but i noticed she once tried to talk but i was angry and didn't care and left.....that night in the night i came in house and saw her and was a little shock to found her naked in the living room she looked at me and smiled,i was confused but i just head to the room and thought "why did she smiled?...did she did that on purpose or she really don't remember what she did?" Many questions run through my mind i took off my clothes and lied on bed...after a minute or two she came in the room but stayed at the door... keeping one hand on the door and legs crossed standing naked in front of....i looked at her she was looking beautiful full her breasts were jiggling as she moved and the in the back of her making her a looking like a naked angel standing in front of me....... "Hey Daniel i think we have to talk about something" she said... ‌ ‌Looking at her like that in the door way a rush of blood stream ran through my dick and he started to get up but i controlled my standing friend and said to my self "calm down" and i looked at her "what do you want to talk about" i said. "I want to apologise for my behavior these days and also what i said in front of mom" she walked towards the bed and started to crawled up to me " i was wrong about that i didn't mean it was your fault it was mine and i accept that" ..i looked at her and then at her jiggling boobs moves from left to right as she crawled up she put right hand on my leg and left hand really close to my semi erected dick and then sat on me keeping her puusy really close to my balls. ‌ ‌Now looking at her like that and she sitting really near to balls my dick got out of my control and started to grow and now was touching her Belly button....i said nothing to her she looked at my tickling dick at her belly button and said "looks like some accepted my apology" and grabbed it.... stopped her and said "not this time you bitch... you'll just masturbate on my dick and you will run away" i grabbed her is matter of second and pinned down her and now i was on top of her,and half of dick slid in between her legs and her lips covering most of my dick griths under her protection....a little"aaaahhhhhha........" Slip from her mouth she looked at me and said I'm sorry I was afraid at that time and she leaned towards me and kissed me the touch of her lips gave me a shock wave in my body and maybe i would have orgasamed at that moment but i looked at her in her deep blue eyes and kissed her and started to slide my dick on her pussy. ‌ ‌"Ummmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh.......aaaaahhhhhhhhh........mmmmmmmmmmmmooooooiihhhhhhhhhhhg............." She started moaning and we made out for like ten minutes and she looked and said "give it to me brother......i want to feel you inside me ....... I want your cock to tear my pussy apart" i looked at her "are you sure about this" i asked she nodded her with a "yes" i asked her again "Have you ever been with anyone" she smiled and said why don't you find out your self. ‌ ‌I got up and alined my cock with her fuck hole.....and with my big cock i started to part her wet lips she hold my hand so tight i thought every Bone in my hand and i put my half dick inside her and said looking at her with a shock " you're a virgin " my sister smiled at me and said i wanted my first to b you. Congratulations you popped your sister cherry and i kissed her passionately and slid my whole dick inside her and wisper in her " i was a virgin too congratulations sister you just took your brothers virginity " and i stated to fuck her i just slid my dick in and keeping my motion slow and sometimes speed..."Ohhhh...myy..goddddd.........fuuccckkkkkk meee............ brother fuuccckkkk meeeee....like a aannimmaaallllll............oohhhhhbb......fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk........... I going to cummmm....... brother.......your going to make your sisterrr.....cummmmm.........aaaahhhhhhhh.............." I a rush of orgasam ran through her body and she started jerking....."ooohhhhh....myyyy.....godddddd.......iammmm.....cummmmminggggggg........ brother iam.....cummmminnngggggg....oooohhhhhbhh.......aaaaahhhhhhhhhh.....ummmmmmmmmmm.....ummm...ummm..ummmm..ummmm............" And collapse on the bed with her head in side the pillow and and her waist making an arch in my hands........i just kept fucking her like a animal and now i was closed to my orgasam..."IAM going cummmm....sister" and she lock me from my hips and said "i want you to cum inside me...i want to feel your cum....i want my brothers cum in meee......" Listening to those word i came and started to release the long strips of my cum in side her i filled her with my she was so filled that my cum was dripping from her pussy.....i collapse beside her and we were out of our breaths started to laughing she looked at and said "that was great i never thought my brother can make me cum like this" i kissed her and said "I love you " she looked at me in shocked "Do you really love me" she said " yes i love you ......i always have" i said and smiled "i love you too....i always have loved that's y i gave my virginity to you i love brother i love you..." And the we slept with my dick still inside of her.... ‌ ‌End of part one ‌ ‌If you like this story comment below and give like for next part.....stay tuned for finding out how i fucked my mom and have family threesome......... ‌ ‌

Introduction "I heard someone moved into the mansion," Little Jeremy said with a matter of fact tone. His adolescent voice was strong with confidence and his chest held high as he spoke. "Liar," Porter snapped back instantly. That was impossible, everyone knew that house was haunted. The two were 7 years old at the time, and their imaginations were constantly working up stories. A lot of their stories centered on the mysterious mansion that lay on the top of the mountainy terrain that surrounded their Colorado town. The two were convinced it was haunted, so the prospect that someone inhabited it was incomprehensible. "No," Jeremy shook his head vivaciously, "It's true Porter, I swear." Porter, who was a handsome young boy with brown hair spiked up in the front, furrowed his eyebrows, "Well, prove it." "How?" Jeremy asked. "We'll go see for ourselves," Porter bravely announced. "You're crazy." "Baby," Porter smirked. Jeremy's young pride was now at stake, "Fine, we'll go right now if you're so great." "Fine," Porter got up and began to walk in the direction of the mansion. The two both secretly felt uneasy as they made their way to the path. It was early in the morning before school, their town was relatively small, so the school was in walking distance. But as the two trekked further into the wilderness uncertainty began to grasp both of their hearts. "Porter," Jeremy got his attention as they crunched on fallen leaves, "Maybe we should head back... We'll be late for class." "No, we gotta solve this," Porter responded, he pretended he was a detective as he picked up the pace. Nonadmittedly, Jeremy did not know for sure if there was anyone moved in, and was getting uneasy as they progressed. To be fair, the setting was unnerving. The trees towered over the boys and barely any morning sunlight was able to break through the leaves. "We're almost there come on," Porter began to jog, and Jeremy followed right behind him. Porter was much too filled with adrenaline to hear the noises up ahead. The noises were subtle, just ruffling of leaves and what not, but they were noticeable to Jeremy, who was on edge. He stopped dead in his tracks. Porter continued for a few seconds before noticing his friend had trailed off. "What's wrong?" He turned to look at Jeremy. "I think..." Jeremy said, his voice shaking with nervousness. "Huh?" Porter looked confused. Just then the leaves where Jeremy had previously heard the noises began to physically ruffle. He gasped, Porter was surprised at the look of immense fear in his face. Porter began to ask what was wrong, but as he did so Jeremy turned and took off running. "Where are you going?!" Porter immediately yelled after Jeremy, who was sprinting as fast as he could in the other direction. "Chicken!" Porter yelled, now aggravated. He was still determined to make it to the mansion. Porter was odd like that, he lacked the fear that most would possess when it came to adventures and travels. He turned to continue. That's when he noticed the leaves rustling. "Hello?" he began to feel an inordinate amount of fear creep into his heart, he felt himself take a step backwards. He swallowed as the force, whatever it was, began to come closer and closer. For some odd reason, despite being scared to death, he didn't run. Porter felt the strange urge to stay where he was, and face the monster. He put on a brave face and got in a fighting stance. In actuality, the 7 year old looked quite ridiculous, standing alone in the forest gearing up to fight. But in his mind however, Porter was a great warrior who was about to take on a truly evil force. The seconds seemed prolonged, he felt every heartbeat that pounded mercilessly against his chest and experienced every bead of sweat that dripped down his body. He held his breath as something began to climb out of the bush. Out of the bush came a girl. She was no older than him and just a bit shorter. This mysterious girl stumbled out with a few grunts of aggravated displeasure. She looked up to see Porter, the two locked eyes and he eased up. She smiled. Just as Porter eased up, he began to get tense once he made eye contact. She was the prettiest girl he has ever laid eyes upon. "Oh," The girl yipped, "Hi there." She had jet black hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, and was wearing a beautiful red dress, that was beginning to get dirty from the nature she was trekking through. He swallowed, then tried to greet her, but it only came out as a inaudible whisper. Her eyes. They were bright blue and he couldn't look away. She made an adorable grin as she patiently waited for him to collect himself and respond. "Who are you?" Porter asked. "I'm Alice," she smiled. "I'm Porter," after he said this the two stared at each other for a few seconds. Porter didn't seem completely convinced she was a normal girl, and not some kind of monster. "My family and I just moved in up there," she pointed into the trees. "The haunted mansion?!" he said in disbelief, surprised that Jeremy wasn't lying. "Well it doesn't seem haunted to me," Alice grabbed her dress and looked down at the ground with a smile. Porter, not wanting to scare the pretty new girl too much, shut up about the topic. "Do you go to Jefferson?" She asked nervously. "Yeah of course, there's only one school," he responded. "Can you show me how to get there... I'm lost," she admitted. "That's okay, it's scary out here anyway. Follow me!" He turned and the two walked together down the path. "I was lost, not scared," she corrected as they walked to the heart of the town. "Yeah right," he laughed, "You should meet my friend Jeremy. He thought you were a monster and ran!" "Left you all alone?" "Yup." "I wouldn't do that. Friends gotta stick with each other no matter how scary the monster." Years pass It wasn't long after they met when Porter began noticing the bruises. They were small at first, just some bumps and discoloration on her arms. But as the years went by they got worse and worse. Rarely did she get bruised on visible places, but every so often she met up with him in the morning with a black eye or red marks on her neck. Porter never asked. He was so young at first and didn't understand, but he did notice. He remembered one instance when she brought him up to her house, they were about 9 at the time, and for some reason, Alice refused to go swimming with him. After a few hours of bothering her, she finally agreed, in which case Porter found out why she was so hesitant. When she came out in her swimsuit the poor young girl had lashes and bruises all up her back and on her ribs. Porter remembered looking at her up and down, and then willing himself not to act abnormal. She noticed however, and turned red with embarrassment before continuing on with their swimming. It wasn't long after that when he became mature enough to understand. Porter and Alice would be together almost everyday of their lives since meeting in the woods, but he never would meet her father. Alice never would mention him, and Porter would never ask. He knew that he was an important executive of some successful bank, and manages all of them in Denver, which was just a few miles away. That's why they were so rich. But he was never home it seemed, only at nights, and when he was home, Alice would never invite him over. Porter slowly realized that her dad must be beating her. He was still young, the idea sprung into his head at 10, and slowly it became more and more clear to him. One day, when the two were about 14, Alice showed up to Porter's house at 2 o'clock in the morning. She did this frequently, never explaining why... Because Porter knew. But this time was different however... He had never seen her face so beaten. Her face was swollen, and her nose was bloodied. "Jesus Christ," he said quietly but with alarm, "Come here." He grabbed her arm and waist as she walked into his living room. "I'm fine," she kept repeating, dazed and not in the right state of mind, "I just fell." Porter sat her down on the couch and retrieved a bag of ice with haste. He sat next to her and began pressing the ice to her face. They sat in silence for a while, she stared down at the floor boards while he ran his hand up and down her back. The silence was intense, seemingly making their ears ring as they stewed in emotion. Suddenly, the wall of silence was broken by Alice breaking down. Tears flew from her eyes and she collapsed into Porter's chest, where he embraced her with a strong grasp. "Fuck that bastard," Porter kept repeating as he held her tightly, he had tears of his own streaming down his face. Alice would never say the words, "He beats me," but from that point forward it was understood that both of them knew and he was always there for her. After what seemed like hours of crying, Alice fell asleep in his arms. He remembered vividly kissing her on the head, and whispering "I love you," to his sleeping best friend. Nothing romantic ever happened between them, but the two loved each other and there wasn't a time where they weren't there for each other, and that was no secret. She convinced him not to tell authorities. Which in hindsight was foolish and selfish of Porter, but he was a kid and didn't know any better. For the longest time it seemed Porter always supported Alice and her hard life. But one day when he was 15, that all changed. It was a memory that haunted his dreams for years to come. His mother and father called him down to the living room where they both sat hand in hand. He remembered his stomach sinking, and busily trying to figure out what might have been wrong. But after a long talk about how much they loved him, he got his answer. The whole situation seemed to be a divorce scenario, but Porter knew his parents were happily married. It was in fact not a divorce. His mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Never smoked a cigarette in her life. Lung cancer. He hated everything for a while, but loved his mom to the very end. When she died, he had such an emptiness in his heart. Alice did everything she could to fill that emptiness, and helped with his depression every day. His father was the most effected however. The year after his mother died, him and his father were there for each other. But their relationship was never right. It never recovered from the wound that was left by cancer. 2 years after she was diagnosed and 1 year after she died. Things slowly began getting back to normal. Their situation refused to get better however. One weekend in the winter, Alice went missing. Not missing exactly, but she didn't show up to Porter's house at all and didn't answer his texts. This obviously wasn't that big of a deal for it was only 3 days, but he did find it strange. Usually she at least checked in with him. On Monday she wasn't at school. Once at his house he began to get worried. Porter was just gearing up to trek up to her house when she appeared at his door. And he was horrified at what he saw. Alice wasn't physically hurt. But she wasn't Alice. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were wide open as if she just looked into the eyes of a ghost. Mascara was smeared all the way down her face, and her body was as stiff as a board. She walked by him without speaking to him, "Alice, what's wrong?!" He asked alarmed. She ignored him and sat on his couch. He crouched in front of her, "What the fuck happened, Al?" he asked, looking directly into her beautiful blue eyes, which were glassy and unresponsive, "What the fuck did he do to you?" He murmured to himself. Once she didn't respond he began to lift up her shirt, searching for injuries. Other than the normal bruises, there was nothing out of the ordinary. "Alice you're scaring me," he stated. She spoke, in a hurt voice that he had never heard from her before, "My mother left." "Left where?" "She's gone... She left my dad," she muttered. Her mother was never that bad of a person. She was beaten just as much as her daughter and was in the same boat, but she never would stand up for her daughter, which made her a bad mother in Porter's mind. "Well that's good, you can live with her now," Porter said with a hopeful voice, he was hurt by the idea he wouldn't see her anymore, but hopeful that she would escape that monster of a man. "No Porter you don't understand," Alice struggled to talk, "She's gone, she left in the middle of the night... She left me." He sighed, "I'm so sorry Alice," he hugged her. As Alice fit her head over his muscular shoulder, she contemplated telling him anymore. She wanted to so badly, but she also knew it would cause issues. "My dad..." She impulsively spit out. He pulled away from her, "Your dad what?" Now worried on how her father reacted. She stared into his eyes, his deep brown eyes. He desperately tried to read hers as she sniffled. "Your dad what Alice, did he hurt you?" Porter softly demanded. "No." "What did he do then?" "He did things to me," she suddenly began crying and collapsed into his chest. "Dear god," he said as realization rushed into his head. He pulled away and got to his feet, she stood up after him as he began to walk away from her. "What are you doing?" She asked weakly. "Calling the police," he said blatantly as he picked up the phone. "No," she tried to snatch the phone from him, which he deflected. "Alice," he looked at her in disbelief, "What's wrong with you?" "I DONT KNOW!" She screamed and reached for the phone, "YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YOU NEVER DID! YOU CANT CALL YOU CANT YOU CANT!" Porter now felt terrible, he should have chosen his words more carefully. "This is for you Alice," he said, "you can't let him do that to you." "It was only once!" She pleaded, "It was only once because my mom left. If it ever happens again you can call the police I'll tell you right away. He'll kill me you can't call." She began sobbing again. He thought long and hard. "I'm calling," he muttered and began to dial in the numbers. Alice then did something that shocked Porter. She grabbed her hair tightly in both of her hands, dropped down to her knees, and screamed as loud as she could. The shrieks were so wretched and awful that Porter had no choice but to put the phone down and comfort her. "Look... Look," he frantically repeated, "no phone I won't call." She stopped screaming and went to the fetal position, where Porter held her. Horrified and confused, Porter swallowed, "I won't call. But you tell me if he ever does that again. And that's the last straw." It was so stupid of Porter to do, so careless and childish. But he didn't know what else to do. All he knew was he loved Alice and wanted her to be happy, and hated the man that did this to her. When Porter was 17... His father committed suicide. Porter found him hanging, and he would never fully recover from that mental image. He blamed himself for not being good enough. If he was a better son, his dad would have never done it. That's what he thought. The following two months were the strangest of the two's life. Alice was still being raped... But she never told Porter. And Porter was physically unable to put to words how he felt about his father. So Alice would come over and the two would sit in silence. Both not knowing what to say or how to say it... But at the same time, they needed to be with one another. One day the two were sitting in Porter's empty living room (he had moved in with his uncle who only lived a few blocks away). Suddenly, Alice looked up, and had a burst of happiness in her heart. She couldn't explain it... But it was there. It took her off guard, she hadn't been happy in a long time, she decided to ride the feeling. "Remember when we pranked Jeremy?" Alice smiled, Jeremy had moved 2 years prior. "Which time?" Porter now found himself smiling. "The doll one." "Oh right... Man he was so jumpy." "He screamed so loud," she laughed. "And ran so fast," he added. "We should have gotten him at least once in the forest before he moved," she sat up on the couch. "We would have never gotten him in there," Porter reminded her. She was silent for a while, "That's where we met, ya know." "Trust me... I know," his heart was filled with warmth. "Liar... You forgot," she accused. "No," he retorted with a grin. "Prove it," she had an adorable smirk on her face. "Well me and Jeremy went monster hunting at the abandon spooky mansion before school," he began. "WRONG! Jeremy wasn't with you!" "Yes he was... He just ran away when he heard you coming." "No way... Really?" She let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, are you really surprised? He bolted once you were within 10 feet," Porter leaned in, "But obviously me being the brave hero I am... I was prepared to fight the monster." "Oh and how'd that work out for you Prince Charming?" "Well, you came stumbling out of the bushes and I thought 'Damn that's one cute monster'," they laughed. Her smile turned to a frown, "What if you ran with Jeremy... And I talked to some different kids on the first day?" He smiled confidently, "I feel like we would find a way to each other." "We make a pretty nice duo, don't we?" Alice said. "Yeah we do." "What are we gonna do when we go to college?" Alice was now sad again. "Well... I was thinking now we could go to the same college," Porter admitted. "Really?" She looked up at him. "Of course," he said with a smile, "We're the duo." "Thank you for sticking with me Porter." "Same with you, Al." Alice was deep in thought, but was still able to mutter with a smile, "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Porter began to talk, but she wasn't listening. She was thinking about something much more important. "Porter," she interrupted him. "Yeah?" "My dad never stopped." Silence. It took a while to register, but when it did, Porter began fuming with rage. Not at Alice of course, but at her scumbag of a father. "That son of a bitch," Porter stood up, "He's gonna rot in a cell." "No he's not," she said with a monotone voice. "Alice I don't have time for that... We had a deal," he said with authority. "No you don't understand," she was grinning now, she sported a face of hope. "What don't I understand?" He was getting impatient, convinced she was just going to defend her dad again. "I'm not going to college," she was full on smiling now. Porter was now generally concerned for her mental health, "Alice, it's okay now I know this must be..." "No no no," she stood up, "You're not either." "Alice..." "Run away with me," they were staring into each other's eyes now. "Alice, that's insane," he shook his head. "Why?" She let out a half hearted laugh, "What's keeping us here, Porter?" He couldn't answer. "See, we could do it! Just take off and never look back," she was giddy with excitement now. Porter began to feel her same feeling, but squashed it immediately, "Alice. I know our lives have been hard. But... We can't just do that. That's not how society works." "Fuck society," She said, Porter had to fight a smile himself, "Just go off the map, travel the country. The WORLD maybe!" "Money," he shook his head. She looked into his eyes, Porter saw a seriousness in her eyes that he didn't expect, "I'll rob my dad. Take every fucking penny he has. That fuck deserves it." Porter was alright with this, actually got excited with the prospect, "Could you?" She nodded her head, "I can get millions of dollars, Porter. One of his cars, too." "How?" "He passes out drunk for days at a time sometimes... I'll get him drunk and withdrawal every cent he has." Porter smiled, but once again... Wiped it from his face, "We can't just do that... What happens when we want to stop... We can't just be on the road forever." "I know. I haven't thought that far ahead... But I know I want this." "Alice, stop talking crazy please. It sounds amazing, but it's just not possible. Wrong generation for that. You need insurance, life support, a college degree..." "I'm leaving either way, Porter." She interrupted him. He was silent, letting what she said sink in. Porter slowly looked up into her blue eyes... The ones he had fallen in love with. As Porter tossed his bag full of his closest possessions into the back seat of a 2015 Ford Mustang, he noticed how many other bags were back there. "Holy shit, Al," he said with a laugh, "How many bags do you need." "Not mine," she was behind the wheel, "Look in them." He did as she suggested, and his eyes widened in shock once he saw what was inside them. "Oh my god," he muttered. In the bags were more money than Porter has ever imagined. "Yeah," she said with a shaky voice, "We... Have millions of dollars in the back seat." After she said that, both of them broke into uneasy laughter. "Are we really gonna do this?" Porter asked. It was 4 in the morning and the sun was not yet up, but the air was crisp and birds sang. "Yeah," she nodded uneasily, "We are." "Let's go," he said and she started the car. The purr of the sports car sent shivers down their spines. The two teenagers looked at each other, and began to peel out onto the road. Just as they did so however, the gate to Alice's property opened. Alice slammed on the brakes, even though they were only going a couple of miles an hour, they jolted forward. She quickly shut off the car. "Get down!" She said and they both ducked down. Alice's father stumbled out of the gate. He was drunk and a slob. He wasn't that bad looking, but he had the face of the scumbag. Porter, who was just seeing him for the first time, stared at him with hate from the dark car. Her father kept mumbling the same thing, "Where is that fucking bitch." Porter heard Alice murmuring next to him, "He's gonna see the car he's gonna see the car." Porter knew she was right. So he impulsively got out of the car. She tried to stop him but it was too late, he had already committed. He walked towards her father at a brisk pace, who saw him coming from 10 feet away. "What do you want?" He yelled at Porter as he approached. Porter smiled a friendly smile and stuck out his hand, "Hi. Mr. Delmont. Right?" Alice's father stiffened up upon hearing his name in the formal form, he must have assumed that Porter was some kind of business partner. "Yes. That is correct." As he extended his arm to shake Porter's hand, Porter, as quick as a cobra, swung up and punched him directly in the jaw. Alice's father fell backwards, he fell on his ass with a grunt. He looked up at Porter just in time to see the second swing coming. Porter mercilessly beat the man, "THIS... IS... FOR... WHAT... YOU... DID... TO... HER... ASSHOLE!" He yelled with each punch. Porter stood up and looked down at Alice's father. He was bloodied and unconscious. Porter swallowed his anger, "It's tougher when it's not a little girl, huh?" He turned to walk back to the car, but wasn't able to. Porter turned back around and continued to kick the unconscious man. Porter would have killed him if it wasn't for the fact that Alice was watching. Once Porter was done, he simply said, "Fuck you." And ran back to the car. Without saying anything, Alice took off. The two sped out of the town at speeds way over the speed limit. The car ride was silent, nothing but the loud sound of the engine was audible. Once their town was out of sight, Alice slammed on the breaks. The car halted on the side of an almost abandoned road in the middle of the mountainy terrain. She turned to look at him. "Listen Alice I..." Porter began, but stopped talking when he saw Alice's face. She was staring at him was crazed eyes. She was breathing heavily, and maybe crazed wasn't the right word, her eyes were more... hungry. "Alice?" He asked confused. Without responding, she pounced on him. Alice grabbed his face and the two of them both experienced their first kiss. An explosion of emotion erupted in their chests. Alice pulled back and looked into his eyes, Porter was now breathing heavily as well. Alice wasn't done, she began to kiss him harder. As she did so she stripped Porter of his jacket. Which Porter wiggled out of and wrapped his arms around her. Alice then scurried over to his side of the car, she swung her leg around so she was straddling his waist. Porter leaned himself back in the chair, adjusting the seat so he was almost laying. Alice pulled away and leaned back, for a few seconds she observed his toned body. She was new to consensual sex, but this wasn't awkward like it should have been, everything felt so right. She ran her hands up and down his abs before getting in between his knees. She gasped when she pulled out his cock, she was incredibly impressed. Porter had never had someone touch his dick before, and was blown away by the feeling. Her soft fingers felt amazing, then her mouth felt even better. She didn't really know how to give a blowjob, but she was in such a moment of ecstasy she didn't think about it at all before diving in. He seemed to be enjoying it, soon moans were escaping his lips and he began to writhe in pleasure. Alice got the hang of it quickly, she was going at a nice steady rhythm when she felt Porter pull her hair back and help her. It was a truly incredible feeling. After a while of this, Alice pulled away and took off her sweatshirt, then she struggled to take off of her pants. Leaving her in nothing but a tank top. She instinctively rubbed her pussy a few times before climbing on top of Porter. As Alice directed his cock inside her Porter spoke, "Whoa Al are you sure you wanna do this?" She ignored him however, and slid down all the way on the cock. This was not the first time she was penetrated thanks to her father. But this was so much different then those times. Alice quivered on top of him as they both regained their composure. Porter wrapped his hands around her waist and helped her bounce. The feeling was nothing like anything either of them have ever felt. Both of them moaned with pleasure as they picked up the pace. After a while of intense fucking, Alice felt Porter's strong arms wrap around her. He grunted. "You're going to cum aren't you?" She asked panting. They went faster. "Yeah," he responded. "Wait for me," she could barely get the words out. Porter tried to wait, but only lasted for a few seconds longer. That's all she needed however. Both of the teenagers came at the same time. Alice came on Porter's cock as he emptied his load inside of her. For a few seconds, the two were speechless. They held tight to each other as they recovered from an experience of a lifetime. She kissed him, "I love you, Alice." He said. She pulled back, "You're the first person to ever say that." As he thought for a response to that, Alice rolled over to the driver's seat and started the car. "I love you too, Porter," she smiled and put the car into drive. That is where their story begins...

It was the day after my sister's eighteenth birthday party and already I was getting a headache from the thoughts running rampant through my head. My relationship with her had always been solid, right from the minute she was born we were best friends. And I guess I now had an understanding of how parents feel watching their children grow up and step away from you, because I knew that at any moment she was going to come waltzing into my room with her big plan of life. At just twenty years of age I felt old, the bes part of my life had been mostly spent with her. I had friends sure, I even had some that I would call brothers, but in the end it had always been me and her. Angel and me. My parents were fans of the TV show Buffy, and rather than name my sister after the title character, they went with the male vampire character. Weird I know, but they figured she had the face of an Angel and that was that. I guess it beats being called Spike, which in the end, was reserved for our dog. It was Sunday, and the sun was glaring its way through my bedroom window. I could hear my parents out the back squabbling about their feeble attempts to light the barbecue and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was called down. I was the only one who could get the old thing working and every time I ask them why they haven't bought a new one. ''Well, it's not something we use often enough to remember to upgrade.'' Mom would tell me. I was just about to climb out of bed when Angel came in through my door and collapsed down next to me, she was clearly enjoying the effects of her first 'official' hang over. She was wearing my New York Rangers hockey jersey and was bare-legged. ''Why do our parents think that this is an acceptable time to try and start a barbecue?'' she moaned. I checked the clock next to my television and smiled, ''It's four-fifteen.'' I replied. She quickly sat bolt upright in surprise and then just as quickly flopped back down next to me after forgetting her headache. ''Owww,'' she whined. ''Couldn't find any of your own tops to wear?'' I asked. ''I don't have anything on underneath and mine are not long enough to hide that fact.'' she answered. ''Oh, I see.'' I said smiling, ''Just stripped and crashed last night then?'' ''I don't even remember stripping, I don't even remember getting up the stairs.'' she told me. ''I helped you up the stairs, but the stripping you did all by yourself. Before I could even get you into your room, by the way.'' She started laughing, ''Good job you've seen it all before.'' she said. ''That's not true, I meant to ask you actually, when did you get your nipple pierced?'' I asked. A grin spread across her face, ''Last year. Do you like it?'' ''Yeah,actually. It was a nice surprise. But not as surprising as seeing you stand there, completely naked struggling with your dress stuck in your earring. Did anyone else notice that you weren't wearing underwear last night?'' I asked her. ''I don't know,'' she groaned, ''Maybe Uncle Earl.'' We both burst into laughter, it was a family party that Mom and Dad had organised. A couple of her friends were there but it was really just a family thing. A family thing that probably won't be happening for her twenty first now. ''Did Aunt Sara continue the tradition of trying to grab your cock?'' she asked me, it was a true story that whenever there was a family gathering, Aunt Sara would drink a little bit too much wine and get a little 'handsy', especially with me. I started to giggle, ''No, not this time. I stayed hidden.'' She rolled onto her side and brought her leg across mine, she slid her hand over my chest and rested her head against my shoulder. ''Let's skip the barbecue and sleep.'' she said. ''You wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?'' I asked, without answering she flipped herself over and dragged my arm over her, my crotch pressed up against her lower back and my chin now nuzzled into the back of her head. For a few minutes we were silent, I was starting to think that she had actually dropped off to sleep when I heard her take a short but deep breath. ''I don't want things to change between us just because I'm eighteen now.'' she told me. ''I think that you think they might.'' I thought for a moment about how to confirm her suspicions, ''The funny thing about eighteen, is that new life begins. New directions open up.'' I told her. ''I think you mean twenty-one.'' she replied. ''For me maybe, but you? You were always going to be the one with more options, it's just how it is.'' She shrugged her shoulders, she knew it was true. And no matter how strong the bond is between brother and sister, you never give up your life just for the sake of not wanting the other to feel left behind. Or at least, you shouldn't. ''I do have one thing to ask you,'' she said. ''And you might not like it.'' ''What is it?'' I asked her. ''Emma and Jess want to take me on their holiday to London. It's with their Mom and Dad obviously, but--'' She didn't have to finish her sentence, ''The laws in England are different,'' I said, ''You can get into clubs and bars at eighteen instead of twenty-one.'' ''Yeah.'' she replied quietly, ''Mom and Dad have spoken to their parents and they've allowed me to go. I want you to teach me some self defence. Just in case I get into any trouble over there.'' It was a lot to take in, but I knew that something was coming. I knew she had something planned for turning eighteen. I just didn't realise it was a drunken rampage across London. ''I knew that something was coming, but I didn't know what.'' I told her, ''And I know that it's my duty as your brother to get out of the way when it comes to you living your life, no matter our bond, so what I'm going to do, is support you the best way I can.'' ''Is that a yes?'' she asked. ''Yes.'' She rolled over and hugged me, ''Thank you,'' she whispered. She drew her head back a little and our eyes locked, it was one of those moments you see in the movies, where the two leads were about to kiss. And while it felt right, we pulled away from one another by a knock at my bed room door. ''You need to start this freaking barbecue before I throw it over the fence.'' I heard Mom's plea, I smiled at the thought of it and started to get up. Angel grabbed my pillow and rolled back over, using it to cover her head. My eyes were drawn to her ass peaking out from the bottom of my hockey jersey, she wasn't lying when she said she had nothing on underneath. ''With an ass like that you're going to need all the self-defence you can get.'' I told her as I walked toward my bedroom door. As I opened it I felt the tightness in my shorts, I glanced down and realised I was supporting a full erection. What is wrong with me? I thought to myself. A few minutes after I get the barbecue started Dad loaded me up with burgers and chicken, just like always I was left to cook it. I was starting to think their inability to light the damn thing was a ruse. I popped open a bottle of Dad's beer as payment for cooking and threw the meat on the grill. Mom came out in her usual strapless bikini top, which she wore whenever we were graced with nice weather, and took a seat in a lounger. ''Has Angel spoken to you yet?'' she asked. ''Yeah, has she told you when this holiday is?'' I asked. Mom understood the relationship I shared with Angel, as did Dad, they always told us that they got lucky when it came to us. So many of their friends had kids who were constantly at war with one another, and It was never like that with us. ''Next week.'' Mom replied. I almost spat beer over the grill, ''Next week?'' I spluttered. ''Don't worry, she'll only be gone for a week.'' Mom assured me, ''In two weeks it'll be history.'' I realised that I was probably being a little petty, ''I have plenty of things to keep myself occupied, but I'll probably worry. That's all.'' ''Dad and I will worry too, it'll be the first time our baby leaves to go to another country without us. But it's important that she has a good time. We're not stupid, we know why she's going, but we also know that she's asked you to help her with any trouble she might have. And we know how much you love her.'' She was right, and as I flipped some burgers over Angel came through the door and into the bright light of day. With her sunglasses on and still bare-legged underneath my jersey she looked beautiful. The sight took my worries away, but in the back of my head I feared that a few days of self defence speeches might not be enough to help me sleep whilst she was in London. That night I was sat on the edge of my bed playing some Xbox when Angel came into my room. She was the only one I knew that didn't knock whenever she entered my room. It wasn't as if I was the same way whenever going to her room, I always knocked. ''You do realise that I could have been doing some thing other than fiddling with my controller, right?'' I asked. ''Well I haven't caught you yet dear brother.'' she replied. ''You brightened up pretty quickly earlier.'' I said. She smiled and sat down on the bed with her back up against the head board, ''Of course, you know how to get over a hang over, right?'' ''What do you mean?'' I asked turning to face her, her knee's were joined together as she stretched, ''You know,'' she said. ''Wait,'' I started, ''You rubbed one out?'' I asked, her smile broadened in response, ''On my bed?'' I asked. She started laughing now as she nodded her head, ''Sorry bro, had to be done.'' she said, ''I needed to get rid of that headache somehow.'' I turned back to the TV and continued the game, ''You're unbelievable.'' I told her. She puffed out a sigh and I felt the springs on the mattress move about, ''You're not in any rush to change the sheets though are you?'' she asked statistically. ''Well it's a little late, did you just use your fingers?'' I asked her. ''Nope, I used your Xbox control.'' she quickly replied. I quickly dropped my eyesight to the controller in my hands and started examining it as she laughed, I took a sniff of one of the edges and turned towards her. ''I'm joking! I'm joking!'' she told me. ''Oh,'' I replied, ''That's too bad,'' I teased as I licked the edge I just inspected. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at me, ''Oh my god, you're the one that's unbelievable!'' she said as she reached for my laptop, I turned and continued playing for a moment when I realised that I didn't shut down my browser last night. ''Wait, wait!'' I started as I span around reaching for something I had no chance of reaching in time. She had opened the lid and raised her eyebrows. ''Brother fucks sister.'' she repeated the line that headed the video I was half way through watching. ''You watched this last night?'' she asked. ''Well,'' I tried desperately to think of a lie but not a single one came to my mind. She smiled a little as she watched me struggle, ''Yes.'' I finally answered. ''I was a little turned on last night. Seeing you wriggle around trying to free yourself from your dress, turned me on.'' I confessed. ''Is it the first time you've been turned on by me?'' she asked. I didn't know whether to lie or be honest, but the time it took me to answer must have revealed the honest answer anyway. ''No,'' I told her quietly. She rolled her eyes and began navigating the touch-pad on the laptop. ''You wanna hear something weird?'' she asked, she didn't wait for me to answer, I guess it because she knew how embarrassed I was at that moment, ''The first time I can remember ever being turned on was that time we spied on Mom and Dad having sex.'' she told me. It was a few years ago now, but we were both in her room playing a board game when we heard some muffed sequels coming from our parents bedroom. We went out into the hallway and followed the sounds right up to the door. The catch wasn't a very reliable one and just popped open when we touched the door. We both peered in through the small gap and saw Mom riding Dad, her naked chest on display as she bounced off of him, up and down doing her best to not make any noise. Dad's hand came up and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple as she began to grind down on him. He reached up and pulled her toward him by her hair, then while grabbing her ass he began fucking her as hard as he could from the bottom. This went on for a a couple of minutes before they slowed to a halt, Mom eventually slid off of him and laid next to him. ''I remember that.'' I told Angel. She nodded her head but kept her eyes on the laptop screen, ''I wanted to reach down your pants and grab your cock, to do what they did, but we both just stood there staring before going back to my room and pretending as though nothing happened.'' she told me. I thought for a moment, feeling as though I should share a memory too. ''Do you remember sneaking into Dad's office, and hiding under his desk?'' I asked. Her eyes darted to mine and narrowed, ''You were wearing your Power Rangers night shirt,'' I continued, ''And while we hid there waiting or him to come in I moved to face the other way. I saw that you weren't wearing anything on and as you were hunched down on your knees, I had a eyeful of everything. I used to have sleepovers with my friend Steve and we would try and find the adult movies, one night we found one of a man licking a woman between the legs. That was the first time I ever wanted to lick you. Hunched underneath Dad's desk, in your Power Rangers nightshirt.'' I told her. ''I used to want to be Pink Ranger.'' she told me. ''Do you think we're fucked up? In the head I mean.'' she asked. It took me a minute to answer, but the best excuse for our feelings I could think of was right there on the laptop. ''You know, this whole 'Incest' thing, it seems to be in a pretty big boom at the moment. I'm not saying that people are actually doing it, I'm saying that you can't log on to a porn site now without it being right there.'' I said. ''We can't blame today's porn sites for a lifetime of feelings.'' she replied. ''No, but it feeds the imagination. And it has to have been inspired from something. Something dark maybe, maybe because people are drawn to the taboo.'' We both sat in silence fr a moment, before she broke it with a simple request. ''Hug me.'' she said. I dropped the Xbox controller down onto the bed and crawled up beside her, my left arm went underneath her and my right arm around her. She propped the laptop on the bedside table next to us and she pressed play. ''What're you doing?'' I asked. ''I haven't seen this one.'' she replied. ''This one?'' ''Girls watch porn too you know.'' she snapped. I knew that of course, but I began to wonder when she started watching brother and sister porn. We both revealed the first time we started developing feelings towards one another, but the darker side of me wanted to know more. I decided to remain quiet and hold her, my eyes wondered to the laptop screen however and I couldn't help but do the only thing that was available to me, and that was enjoy my own arousal as we both watched. The girl on screen was fighting wither her 'brother' over the remote control for the television, they begin wrestling and as a way to escape the hold she has him in, he pulls down her top revealing her breasts. In surprise she tries to cover them, but sacrifices her footing, he flips her over and gets on top. She quickly forgets about her top being round her waist and begins struggling, that's when his penis slips out through the leg in his shorts. At first she's shocked, but then takes his helmet in her mouth and whilst he's overcome with shock, she wrestled her way free. They both continue struggling, pulling at one another’s clothes as they battle back and fourth. Pretty soon they're both naked. ''Imagine if that happened while you were teaching me self defence.'' she said with a little laugh. ''I'm already imagining it.'' I replied. Her hand came up onto her hip, and then slipped down behind her and against me. She reached for me and then found my erection. ''You really are.'' she said. On the screen the 'brother' had slipped into the dominant position, he then stuffed his semi-hard penis into his 'sisters' mouth. After a few moments of jerking himself of in her mouth she wriggled herself free, wrapped her legs around his head and began to grind her vagina against his mouth. Angel had slipped her hand down my shorts and had a firm grip around my cock, I let out a long sigh of relief as she slowly began to stroke it. I glanced down at her but she kept her gaze on the laptop screen. My hand was resting on her hip now, my fingers ran over her thigh like skaters on an ice rink. I then slid underneath the hockey jersey and up to her breasts, her nipples were as ahrd as bullets and it was her turn to release a sigh as I explored my sisters ample chest. She pulled my penis free of the shorts I was wearing and continued her strokes while keeping her eyes on the screen. I wanted more than anything to see the breasts I was fondling, to lick her nipples but neither one of us steered away from what we were doing. On screen the 'brother' and 'sister' were now fucking fast and hard, occasionally they would fight for another position. I could only guess that they were now competing as to whom could make the other climax first. Angel had parted her knees, she took the hand I had on her breasts away and placed it between her open legs. I had barely touched it when my finger tips were covered in her home made lubricant. I tickled her clitoris and she hunched over slightly, letting out a stifled moan. ''Fuck me.'' she whispered. I couldn't have stopped myself even if if I wanted to, I positioned my penis at her vagina and began to push it in. Neither one of us were virgins, but it felt ten times more special than the sex I have had with anyone else. I slipped into her with little effort, not to say she was easy and loose, but her lubrication made my cock glide into her. Her mouth was gaped open and her eyes closed as I pushed as far into her as my length would allow, after a brief pause I began slowly thrusting. I could hear the faint sound of water being slapped as I picked up the pace, her cervix was being tested as the tip of my cock hit against it. Her toes separated before becoming a fist, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it in her own, before bringing it to her chest. I cupped her perfect breast as I went in and out of her, each time my balls collided with her anus a new sound escaped her throat. ''Oh my god, yes,'' she gasped. ''I'm gunna, I'm gunna cum,'' she panted, ''Right there! Harder!'' she demanded, and I obliged. But the heat was starting to get to me, I was feeling flushed and I could feel my scrotum tighten as her walls were tightening around my swollen cock. ''Angel, I'm going to,'' I tried to tell her, but she flung her head backward and pulled me closer to her. Our lips met for a brief moment before we both reached our climax. I felt jet after jet of semen leave my member and collided with her. We kissed some more before coming to the full realisation of what we had done. It was a feeling that was a little bit bitter sweet for me. ''I wish we hadn't of done that.'' I whispered to her, she looked shocked for a moment before asking me why. ''Now when you go,'' I elaborated, ''I'll miss you even more.'' She kissed me softly, ''Don't worry, we have a busy few days ahead.'' she told me. We kissed again and both smiled. Neither one of us wanted to get out of bed, in fact, it was exactly where we stayed all night. Wrapped up in one another’s arms we spent hours exploring each others' bodies. We eventually fell asleep around three, both of us aching from multiple orgasms. It was a little after seven when we were woken by a knock on my bedroom door, ''Your Father and I are off to work, ''I heard Mom's cry, ''I've knocked and knocked on your sisters door but she ain't hearing it as per usual, tell her that there's some money on the kitchen side for her to get exchanged at the bank for English money.'' ''Okay Mom,'' I called back before slipping my arm over Angel's naked torso. I kissed her on the shoulder and while thinking about the fun we were going to have later in an empty house, I fell back to sleep.

If you guys haven't read last part please do.... So. As i mentioned before how i became an exhibitionist, here iam rubbing my self in the living room on the sofa. My two fingers were deep inside pussy and i was rubbing my clit with my other hand. The sensation started, i was getting sweatier, and my clit started to get very sensitive. I was moaning louder and louder, i was near to cum, when i heard my brother's car sound in the garage. I was nearly there so, i calculated and started rubbing my self faster, i heard the voice of his car got parked, the thought of getting caught made it more sensual, i felt a jolt of excitement running through my spine and i started to cum, I was jumping on the sofa, rubbing my clit strong and fast. I had the best one of the best orgasm of my life. I herd the car door getting closed and he started walking toward the main door, i jumped. I had no where to go. We had a three sofa sets, facing toward the large led TV . So, i hid behind the sofa. I saw him coming into the house, saw him passing by the living room. I moved a little back cause he was going to cross the sofa where i was hiding, i got to the adjacent sofa and hid behind it. It was so exciting to see him, and the feeling of getting caught cause i was naked in the living room while my little brother, passing through. Saw him walking up the stairs to his and heard his door closed. My legs were heavy but i was feeling more and more horny now. I started moving toward my room. But the problem was my room was exactly opposite to my brothers room. My heart started to run fast, and at the same time, i was getting wet by thinking, what will happen if and only if he opens his door and find me naked in front of his door, what will happen will he like that, looking at his sister, standing naked, a thought crossed my mind. I reached my door, opened it, got inside, and i was standing in the door way holding my door open, and Looking at my brothers door. I was now calm that i have reached my room, suddenly a naughty thought came to my mind. I just wanted him to look at my body. So i closed the door but, did not closed it all the way. And before closing it, got out of my room a few steps far and I made a loud thumping noise and ran into my room, so that he knows about my presence. My bed was faced opposite the door exactly so, if anyone opened it can see my whole bed. I jumped onto my bed, got my headphones plugged it in my phone and started playing porn, I was already wet so, I started playing with myself. My little naughty plan started to work, I heard his door being open . I lowered the voice a little on my mobile, so i can hear him. He started calling out my name. " Sarah?..is that you?.." I started smiling and pretend to be lost in my phone, I saw him reaching for my room so, i started moaning louder and louder. I could see his Shadow standing in the door way. I held my phone in way that, I can see him at the door and also, look at my phone at the same time. I spread my legs a little more wider and was ready to put on a show for my brother, I was rubbing my pussy faster and faster. Making loud moans. Then i saw my little brother head peeking through the door looking at me, playing with her self. i saw his face, he was in shock to see me masturbating. I rubbed pussy faster and spread my pussy lips apart, I closed my eyes for like three seconds and opened to find him goan.The feeling of someone looking at me is incredible, I never felt anything like this before. I was near to get an orgasm, i was disappointed. He was not there. 'He must have thought that, it was wrong' and then I saw his show still waiting outside. His shadow was moving left to right then then stopped. 'He may be fighting with himself, to look or not' i thought to my self. So, I shouted a loud moan " FUCK ME.....!!!!..FUCK ME.. HARDER...!!!!!!". The door was opening again, and i saw the head of my brother peeking through. Now, when saw him. A jolt of excitement ran through spin to my ass. I putted my phone down now, and turned in doggy style. I opened my drawer on left and took my 7" Dildo, I lubed it up and started to fuck my self. I rubbed my pussy with one hand and fucked my self with other. It was incredible. I started to moan loud and loud, even may be neighbours could have heard me. I was screaming with pleasure. And I came so hard that I never ever felt anything like this. I was shivering and jolts of pleasure just coming right after one another. " AAAAAHHHHHHH........UMMMMM........YEAHHH.......FUCK ME... UMMMMHHH...FUCK ME HARDER....AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH............." I screamed. It was like ocean of pleasure just hitting again and again. I could not take it, and passed out. Collapsed on my bed with dildo still in my pussy. I was out for about 5 min, everything was blur and my heart was still beating fast. My hands, my legs., my whole body was numb and recovering from the best orgasm of my life. I slowly raised my head and saw my door was halfway opened, and my brother's door closing. I heard the sound of closing door. I realized that may be he came in and looked at me when I was out. I cannot explain what i felt, but it was a good feeling. Knowing he saw me naked up close. As the lust left my body, I started feeling a little bit guilty of what I did, I showed my naked body to my own brother and not even that I masturbated. And For letting him watch, as all of us feel after masturbating. After a minute i calmed myself down and life came back to my legs, i stood up, closed the door and gone back to sleep. I was out for few hours, then i felt a littel spanking on my ass, and i surly felt some little slaps on my pussy too. I barely opened my eyes looked around, and saw my mom standing right next to me. "Wake up sleeping beauty" mom said. " Hey, mom what up!!" I said. " Just look at your self, how are you sleeping? ," she told me and i raised my head to found that i was still sleeping naked, just blanket covering only my boobs, my ass and pussy was on display. I realized mom was a little bit angry looking at me like this but I also realized that its my moment now, if don't own it, mom will scold me so, i just pushed the blanket around my ass, just barely covered my pussy and closed my eyes again and said " well, can girl have some privacy in her own room." My mom was flushed from my words and said " well young lady you can have your privacy in your room. But lock your door first". I was surprised by what she said "You are naked, if any of your brothers would have came in instead of me, what would have happened then huh..? " My mom asked. I reached for my t shirt, and sat up, while wearing my t-shirt i said " well mom, first of all they should Knock on my door, and if I don't answer they should leave don't they mom? " I asked her " i never just barged in their room, i respect there privacy, and even if they barged in my room while I'm naked, they should be the one who feel sorry. This is my room i can do whatever i want right? ". Mom looked at me, she was out words and said " well you got some mouth young lady, well anyway you're right but even if its not your fault you should be careful your brothers are not kids anymore, they are young and raging with Harmon. I don't want them to see you naked as they used to when you were young, so at least lock your door, then do whatever you want ". I was in shocked then again she said " Family meeting in 20, get DRESSED, and come down to dining hall". As she was leaving I asked her "MOM.. Can I ask you something" She turned to me and said " Yes of course honey anything you want " I hesitated a little bit but asked any way. " MOM, you did not scold me Or got angry when you found me naked, is it okay, can I stay naked." She was little surprise for my question but then she answered. " Well look you're young, and beautiful and in I know how you want to display your body to everyone. " My mind blown when I heard how right she was, I was feeling that. She continued " And I know you like it too. May be you got that from my side. Your dad also like it but not that much. I was once again blown. I nervously asked " So you guys. Like to get naked all the time?. " She laughed and said " Well of course yes. Who wouldn't want that. Your dad and I used to be that way all the time before you came in this world." I was getting shock after shock here. " Well after that we, decided that not to be like that again. I felt so guilty for some reason so I said " Sorry, mom " She said " Hey sweety please. " And she hugged me " It's not your fault we decided that, because we became parents, not because of you" I felt a little bit relief she continued " Well, if it's make you any better" She got close to my ear and said " We do get naked whenever you guys not around. I was looking at her smiling. Then she said again." Look, I said this to you to make you feel better, but none of this should ever leave this room. Okay. " I nodded in agreement. She kissed me on my cheek and left. When she left i got into the shower, cleaned myself. Wore my small length night shorts and a spegetti top, i open my door and saw some cum stains on the bottom of the door frame,I he masturbated too. I thought to myself, i was disgust that my brother came all over my door. But a little tingling sensation ran into my pussy and i realized that he came while watch me naked. I just took a deep breath and just head to kitchen. Everyone was waiting for me at the dinner, i looked towards mike and noticed that he checking me out, i saw him looking at me from top to bottom. And i swear i saw him adjusting his shorts, that gave me little chill. i entered the kitchen and said " good evening everyone, i see we are having a dinner together after 3 weeks," my mom gave me a sharp look, she noticed my sarcasm in my speech. " What's the special occasion " To which dad said " Yes, we are and also for a good reason " everyone got his attention, " Well you know we all go to grandma every year, well this year we are not going. We have to postpone it for another month." Everyone shouted "NOOO..... " He raised his hand to calm us down and said" I know, I know but your mom and i have to go to Italy for three weeks, we have to cancel the plan. For this month. " To that Daniel said " Well we can go there by ourselves. We are old enough for that. " Me and Taylor agreed to that, Mom and dad looked at each other and said " Well you are right you can go by yourself but it's a long way to go, are guys sure you can go. " " Yes" We all said. " Ok then you guys go there we'll meet you there in one month". I was excited for our trip cause you see when granny passed away she left us our family house. We live in city because of mom and dad job, that house is not just a house it's a mansion, a fucking huge mansion. It's a resort in its self, we have a swimming pool and big trees covering all around the property. And lake behind, according to granny the whole lake comes under our property but due to some legal issues., grandpa had to loose half of the lake property. It's taken care by a lady called Ms.Cindy . Dad called her and told her that we were coming, so she can clean the house for us. I knocked on my brothers door to ask when we'll have to leave, Taylor open the door and was shocked to see me, may because of our encounter yesterday. "Hey. Do you know when we'll be leaving I want have to start packing, I need time to pack my things" I asked. He was checking me out from top to bottom. That was send some small tingels in my pussy. " Well. I don't know actually. I did not asked dad about it yet. " He was staring at my panties " May be tomorrow I guess " He said stammering. Ok I said and walked to door but slowly so he can stare at my ass. I walked sexy on purpose. And closed my door. Got on my bed and Musterbated. In the evening I got know that Daniel have some work at the university so he also stay and he'll join us after a week or two. So it was just me and Taylor leaving for the vacation, we packed our bags and we were ready. We said goodbye to Daniel. Mom and dad was also leaving to the airport so we dropped them first and headed to our family house. It was a 36 hours drive. We could have taken train there but we decided to go by road. On our way we talked about so many things. Our new hobbies new relationships new friends I asked him about his girlfriend but he said they were broke up two months ago. And he has no interest in dating. We talked about college and many things We drove for hours and ate at some restaurants we saw. Then stopped at a gas station to buy some snacks. We were 7 hours away from our destination. It was getting too hot. I was taking photos of the mountains and fields so, Taylor stopped the AC, I was wearing a tight jeans and a tight t-shirt I asked Taylor to stop at some gas station. But he said next gas station is one hour away he asked why. I said I have to change, these clothes are not for long drives like this. I am getting all sweaty and I think I am getting sick due to this AC. He didn't say word for a mile then I felt the hesitant in his voice when he said " Why don't you change in the backseat, there's plenty of room there. I just looked at him in a little shock but got excited how he wanted me to change. May be he wanna peak at some goods what he saw few days ago. I said ok and got into back seat. I took out my bag and found a tight yoga shorts, and low cut loose tank top. I saw Taylor adjusting the mirror. And that send some socks in pussy. I felt my pussy getting wet. So I decided to put on some show for him. And, I started taking my jeans off, but it was so tight that i cant do it sitting so, I got on knees and turned my ass towards the front seat. I knew that he's gonna enjoy it. I tried to pull down from my ass, but it was so tight that my panties started getting off with it. I let that happens so he can take good look at pussy. I was actually struggling to take it off he heard my struggling noise. And asked "hey, you ok back there " I turned and looked in mirror he was looking at me and my bare naked ass too. I noticed he was looking at me and my pussy was getting wet and wet, " This fucking skinny jeans it's hard to take it out, don't worry I'll get it," I said. " Ok the then" He said, but kept looking in the mirror. After 5 whole minutes I took it out. I was exhausted and out of breath. I rested my head and my legs were open apart and my pussy was on display I looked at the mirror and he was gawking at me like a hungry wolf. I was enjoying this, my heart was pumping fast, I stayed in that position for some time then, started taking my shirt off. And continued my show. But my show had to stop because my hand got stuck and my T-shirt got stuck in my neck. I struggle for a minute but I started suffocating. My hands were up and I called " Hey Taylor. I am stuck here(it was like I was a poor girl who get stuck in porn movies and there brother comes to help them) can you help me". He said " What happened" "I got stuck in this stupid t-shirt please help me" I said, he then stoped the car on the side and turned at me. My hands were in air stuck above my head " I can't breathe, Taylor". I said " Woah.... Sarah why are you naked. " He asked. " I was changing smart head! What do you think? ". I yelled cause it's was not sexy anymore, I was suffocating. " Help me". "Alright sis! Alright" He said and came back, and started taking my shirt off. He put his hand under my chin and pulled the neck hole till my mouth so, I can breath. Then he hold the T-shirt from the back and pulled with full power. He fell in the front seat and I fell on him. My lips just land on his chin and his lips on my nose and upper lips. We almost kissed each other, then I got up and covered my self with T-shirt. He got up and asked me if am fine I said yes, then he just sat there."well thanks for your help, i thought I'm gonna die in there." I said. He was peeking at my pussy, then got up and started driving. I felt so embarrassed yet, horny at the same time. I put on my top and yoga shorts. Then asked him if I can stay in back seat i wanted to take a nap. But really I wanted to touch my self. He said ok, 6 hours later he stopped at a gas station and said he's gonna go for bathroom. I took out my yoga shorts and started touching myself, imagining my self fucked by Taylor. He was taking time to come out. So, I guess he was masturbating too. That turned me on so much, he must be imagining me while touching himself. I rubbed my pussy like crazy. I imagine he's fucking me like crazy, I started fingering my self, and I came hard, I squirted all over the front seat. I came out of my ecstasy, when I saw Taylor coming back, I looked for my shorts but they were wet in my cum, they were drenched, he was getting closer. I looked in my bag a saw a skirt. But I did not had a chance to wear them, so I just spread them across my legs like I am wearing them. He stand at door and asked "so you need anything." I said " No, I am fine by the way how long we have to go?, " He said 1 more hour. I said fine. We sat in driver's seat and saw my cum drenched shorts, I didn't realized but I had threw them in front seat. He picked it up and asked " Hey sis why are they wet? " I just took it from him and told him " I just spilled some water on them, it became see through so I changed them. You have already seen enough today, I don't want you too see more. " " Hey, its not my fault you get naked first, then change. " He said with a smile. " How else do you suppose to wear then?. I had always wear like that. " I asked. " Well, I don't mind how you wear them, but I am not guilty of seeing you naked, it's just that I've always seen you naked all the time when we were young. I didn't think it was a big deal to you". He said it like it was nothing. "Yes, but we are not little anymore, and also I've never seen you naked since we were kids, that's not fair. " I said, with a naughty smile. He smiled back and said " You'll see me if I get to change my clothes on our way back to home, " And laughed at me "you are so bad" I said and smiled. He started the car and we left the gas station. Some time later when he was busy I wore my skirt and came into front seat. I was naked under my skirt and the skirt was just long enough to cover my bubble but. My left butt was on display to him. He kept looking at it whenever he got the chance to look. I noticed that, but stayed that way so he don't feel guilty. We enter our home town and saw there was not as many people as they were used to. I asked my brother why there so less people on the street. "I don't know sis, it's strange I've never seen this street so empty, even that gas station was empty, in the toilet paper section they were no toilet paper left in the store. I wanted some chocolate to buy for you, but they were also gone" He said. We reached our house and saw mrs. Cindy standing on the front door, I came out of the car and hugged her. She welcomed us then asked for our brother, I told her he'll be here I one weak. Then she said " I don't think so dear" We were looking at her confused " You guys don't know it's the pandemic. They lockdown the country ". Continued in part 3.

Slavers of Aghara-Penthay Olga Anastasia To my muses – Werner H, Humilator, Brian S: I hope this pleases you. Olga. x 1 – MIA When an emergency call comes to the university and it’s summoning me to The Fortress, I sink straight into despair. It’s just as I’ve long feared. There is one reason anyone at that place would want to see me, and only one reason for the nightmares. Something has happened to my precious Gara. Of course they do not tell me that over a public holo-screen. I’m pulled from a lecture and into the privacy of the faculty office to take the call. A junior officer is at the other end of the line. She simply asks: “You’re Lara?” and states: “Please come urgently to The Fortress. Red Duchess needs to see you.” Red Duchess. Intelligence staff are known by only by code names, so although the woman has a real name, my sister has only ever referred to her commanding officer as “Red Duchess”. And Red Duchess wouldn’t want to see me for any happy reason. I didn’t want Gara to join the Gaianesian military. It’s dangerous work. As identical twins, we always were particularly close, and selfishly I didn’t want to lose her. But Gara always was willful, and there is a war on. So she took up arms for our planet’s cause, her sharp mind and healthy body quickly attracting the attention of the intelligence department. For my part, I grew up more interested in science that matriotism, so when I turned eighteen I only completed the bare minimum mandatory military service, working in engineering on Vengeful Angel, one of the corvettes in our space fleet, before beginning to study astrophysics at Gaianesia’s most prestigious university. That was two years ago. Gara and I are twenty three, in the calculation of the galactic standard year. Don’t let her be harmed, I pray. I feel in my blood that she’s still alive – some twins have a psychic connection and I’d have somehow known if she were dead, but the thread joining us across time and space also tells me that something is terribly wrong. Gara never talks about her work, but I’ve picked up enough hints know it’s usually offworld, and dangerous. Sometimes she returns home for planet leave with a haunted look in her eyes. When we share the same bed she rolls in her sleep to lie against me, instinctively seeking the reassurance we gain from physical contact. When she’s away on missions, the bad dreams come. For example, only this morning I woke from a nightmare where a huge dark shape loomed over me, and there was a terrible pain stabbing into my pelvis. I cried out, but the bed was empty and I was alone. The summons leaves me sick with dread, and imagining all kind of scenarios that might have happened. At the university I gather my books and data-pads and make my way to the shuttle station, ready to make the short flight to the center of Gaianesia’s capital – Solar City. There are no males attending university, but I see my first drone in the marbled corridor, mopping the floor. He does not look up at me, of course. Drones have their concerns, women have ours. Inside the rooms of learning we can forget the dangers from space, but by the university’s palatial entrance evidence of the war resumes – a vast flack cannon, half the height of the towering building, with three women in the tight jumpsuits of the gunnery corps killing their hours of sentry duty by playing cards. It must be a boring job for them - there’s not been a raid for several months, but at least it’s a beautiful warm day outside. In the distance behind them a heavy ship is climbing slowly to orbit – a freighter of some kind - the magnesium-white flare of its gravity drives bright even against the blue sky. I take out my holo-communicator and try to patch through to Gara, but there is no connection. Not surprising. She never carries it with her when she’s on a mission. Worrying anyway, I continue towards the station. The shuttle departs from a commercial zone, located a short walk from the university gates. There are more drone-males serving here – males working in the convenience stores; cleaning; selling tickets at the shuttle port. All tasks that suit their abilities and fulfill their lives. As with all the drones, the men look at me with expressions that are polite, but do not show sexual interest. I purchase my ticket and can turn my thoughts back to Gara. Please be okay, Gara! Just this once, let my twin sense be wrong and let the terrible dreams be a coincidence. I catch a sight of my reflection in the marble façade of a building. My perfectly symmetrical features show my anxiety. It is often claimed that Gara, like me, is an exceptionally beautiful female, but neither she nor I give our looks much consideration. Such matters are only a matter of great pride to our mother. Three years ago mother secretly sent an application form in our names to Miss Gaianesia, and the first thing we knew about it was when we were contacted to appear on the show. We declined of course. I don’t know what she was thinking. It would hardly do for Gara to have such publicity. Although the current White Queen may once have been a Miss Gaianesia, that was before she joined the struggle. I pause to stare at my face. While our looks are unimportant, if she’s been scarred it would be a pity. I don’t sense that’s the case – it doesn’t match the nightmares - but some injury to her lower body would explain the repeating phantom pelvic pains. The shuttle port is busy – a buzz of bright and bubbly student women chatting, and also diligent drone-males about their tasks. Seeing life continue as normal eases my fears a little. I note with satisfaction that the fashion for women growing their hair is continuing to spread. Defying the inherent risks, more than half the student girls around me have rejected the safer and more practical buzz-cut that is typical in older generation of Gaianesian women, i.e. they who served during less successful years at the battle front. I take it as a good sign – that in spite of the constant threats from our nearest planetary neighbors on Harka-Ringworld, and the danger to a Gaianesian female in having long hair, these girls feel secure enough to adopt the galactic fashion of the human women. I too am prone to the same vanities as my comrades. Gara and I wear our hair particularly long, our glossy dark brunette color prized among Gaianesians as much as it is among the humans. We don’t just do it for the appearance - I like the sensation of feeling the perfectly straight strands brush against the curves of my buttocks when I’m nude. In the years when we were still a family, Gara and I could spend hours doing nothing but brushing each other’s hair, enjoying the euphoric calm this would produce with its warm tingling at the most intimate place between our legs – a tingling that told us we were ending our time as children and we had become women. That was until our mother discovered us in the act, and forbad us participating in such demeaning behavior. Red-faced with fury, she lectured that Gaianesian women had not fought so hard for freedom from our own males and the Harkens for us to start acting like slaves. Mother… I smile sadly as I think of her. Gara was always her favorite, even though the two of us are so similar. It’s perhaps a mercy that the ship carrying my mother on a routine mission to Calico was vaporized – an instant of freakish bad luck manifested as friendly fire from our own ground defenses. If mother were alive today she’d have been distraught by… well… whatever is going on with Gara. Gara, I silently shout to the blue sky. Where are you? Not knowing is the worst part. I pass a giant screen above the concourse carrying live news feeds from across the galaxy. They would be unlikely to publish news relevant to an intelligence operative, but I glance at the board anyway. Nothing there about space disasters, or battles with the Harkens or Aghara-Penthay. The news is still dominated by the political scandal raging between our leader President Dolan, and the male rights campaigner Ilona Minani. Ilona’s party believe we should stop dosing the drones and let them take a place in society as do human males. That is not scandalous in itself – equality campaigners have agitated since the first White Queen. What’s filling the tabloids is President Dolan’s allegation that Ilona has gone further than that, and indulged in the most shameful act possible from a woman in our society – sexual submission to a male. Ilona spent two years on the vice planet of Merlon – a world controlled by cartels where just about everything was for sale, so she certainly would have been in the presence of non-pacified men. And the young are often attracted to experiment with the taboo. But I don’t believe there is more. Claims of submission in politics are almost as old as our liberation. However, if President Dolan does prove her allegations Ilona will be ruined. Female submission is a rejection of everything our society stands for, and submissives are rightly ostracized. Just before boarding the shuttle I pass the familiar bronze statue of that very first White Queen – Listu Adorin, she who liberated Gaianesia and began the program to turn us into the peaceful world we have today. Every citizen of the planet recognizes her image and we all learn about her life. I mean - she even features in the university logo. I’m not usually interested in ancient history, and haven’t given her much thought since mandatory education as a child, but today I’m seeking anything that keeps me from worrying about Gara. For all the duration of the short flight, I test my memory of the facts from our distant past, and silently I whisper the names of those famous heroines as though they’re a mantra that can somehow protect me. 2- Gaianesia 101 No one knows whether our species originated from Gaianesia or near-neighbors Harka-Ringworld, as there is evidence of civilization stretching back for millions of years on both. Gaianesians can see further into the infrared spectrum than the Harkens and the humans, but we are all close enough to being genetically identical that we can interbreed with either lifeform. We look almost identical to humans, except for our species has a brown mottled pattern like a tire track which runs across our foreheads, just below the hairline. Our irises also come in different colors to human ones, and range from red through pink to the shade considered most desirable – a deep purple hue that in females makes the eyes look large and reminds others of The Reflex’s color. There is speculation we and the Harkens were once human – our world seeded by their ancients long lost to history. That will probably always be a subject of academic debate, however one topic both habitable planets in our system do agree on is that fifty thousand years ago – no time at all in evolutionary terms – a solar flare caused the same mutation in the two worlds, triggering devastating social consequences for both. A minor alteration in the Y chromosome meant that from that point forward, four out of five births in our species were male. We were at the time reaching the early stages of technology and industrialization, but the mutation plunged both worlds back to anarchy as competition to breed with desirable females became ferocious. Rape was so common it was the most likely cause of death in a woman. On our neighbor Harka-Ringworld, after several thousand years in that dark era of chaos, a patriarchal society emerged where women were protected, but only by a status change where females became chattels of male houses. The highest ranking Harken men were joined by marriage to suitable females, and lower ranking Harkens were denied completely, or were forced to relieve physical desires with prostitutes or slaves. Warring was constant between the feudal Harken states, with female captives being the most sought after prize. However the species survived, and gradually progressed into a hierarchical society with each state’s native men at the top, then citizen women who at least had certain freedoms within the restrictions of their house, and then slave women captured from other states and used for breeding, and captive males at the bottom. War and masculinity became ingrained over thousands of years into the cornerstones of Harken culture and they remain so today, with the only change being that Harken bloodlust has spilled over into local space. After the solar flare Gaianesia descended into a similar era of millennia in anarchy and mass rape. Until that is during the fourth millennia after the flare, when some women banded together into a large enough group to protect themselves, and then they co-operated to make rapid technological advances. Their solution to the planet’s problems was brutal, at first. Spiking the planet’s water supplies on a vast scale with a cocktail of hormones and chemicals, they turned the violent animalistic males into the docile, submissive and sexually inert drones we see today. Our leader’s name back then - Listu Adorin. Once the lust of our masculine population was safely under control, a few males with high intelligence and physical strength were permitted to live without drugs and be used for breeding purposes, sustaining new generations and ensuring the high quality of Gaianesian offspring. Meanwhile Listu’s regime began an indoctrination campaign with the pacified males, counselling them on their correct place in society as servants to the dominant and superior females. There was resistance of course, but brutal times demanded brutal solutions and Listu prevailed. Within a couple of generations of men being educated from birth to understand their natural place in the order, they too began to see that peace resulted from our two tier social system. From then on men co-operated to fight wholeheartedly for the women they viewed as superior enough to be almost divine. We were creatures to be revered, instead of desirable objects to be subjugated and possessed. For generations now, our drone males are trusted to staff our nurseries and teach each new generation. It is thus ingrained as unthinkable for them to harm us, and unthinkable for us women to wish ill against those who raised us. We exist in perfect harmony. All trace of the dark terrors of the rapacious past are forgotten by our planet’s women, except for the additional genetic consequence of The Reflex that makes us so desirable to the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. But there’s no need to reflect on that shameful secret. Once stable governments were established, the relative peace our two planets – Gaianesia and Harka-Ringworld, continued on their separate paths. A scarcity of certain natural resources meant that although we were aware of each other and communications had been open for centuries, we were late getting into space and meeting face to face. Even today a lack of metals means most of Gaianesia’s buildings are usually made of wood and stone, giving the cities a classical look that tourists consider quaint. Interstellar travel had to find our worlds, rather than us reaching out, as neither planet contains a source of the trimium crystals used to power gravity hyperdrives. But inevitably the frontier of civilized space expanded passed us, bringing contact from the young Republic, as well as encounters with the less pleasant inhabitants of the galaxy. Fifteen light years away on Aghara-Penthay, unfortunately one of our next-nearest neighbors outside the home system, a particularly cruel group of pirates had settled on a planet which was habitable but devoid of intelligent life, and therefore ideal to use as their base of operations. There was nowhere for captives on Aghara-Penthay to run, when the only way back into space was through the masters. Gaianesia and Harka-Ringworld had existed in harmony for millennia, but once we joined the galactic community that all changed. The commencement of trouble wasn’t even because of the uncontrollable cravings of Harken males for women. Yes, they made some half-hearted attempt to take us as captives, but we were the technologically superior, and raids by Harkens on Gaianesia were infrequent and usually rebuffed. Besides, rather than plunder women from ourselves or other Harken states, there was an easier solution for Harka-Ringworld - human females could be purchased by the thousands from that vile neighbor I just mentioned – the slave trader’s world of Aghara-Penthay. No, slavery wasn’t the issue. For us, the weak and sexually-fixated wills of Harken males is actually a good thing. We appreciate that while our controlled and selective breeding makes Gaianesian women strong, with tall, toned bodies resembling the finest female athletes in the galaxy, the Harkens dilute their gene pool with human pussy. If human women are too frail to keep out of slave chains it’s their outlook. The problems began with exploration of the third planet in our system – rocky Calico with its toxic atmosphere of methane and carbon dioxide. Sitting on an orbit almost exactly halfway between ours and the elliptical path of Harka-Ringworld was one of the largest sources of trimium crystals in the galaxy. As soon as the minerals were discovered both worlds made immediate territorial claims on Calico, and despite there being more than enough bounty for both, the dispute quickly became violent. And violent it has continued, for six centuries now – a barely moving battle front concealed beneath Calico’s stormy surface, which divides the world approximately in half. War is waged unendingly through underground tunnels, with armies departing from vast underground cities built to equip the mines. We are fighting to kill our enemy, whereas the Harkens once more trying to capture as many of our women alive as possible, where they can be returned to Harka-Ringworld to serve as breeders in one of the houses. That’s what I fear most for Gara. A prisoner on Calico, or undercover on Harka-Ringworld itself. Enduring a non-drone man’s lustful hands on her body, and The Reflex, and then Gara pregnant with a Harken child. Gaianesians say that death is better than captivity, but faced with that possibility when it’s my own sister, I can’t accept that so easily. Is death worse than being debased to the level of a slave, too shamed to live down her submission if she did make it home? She would be ostracized, but she’d be alive. I still don’t have an answer when after disembarking the shuttle, I half-run across the broad plazas towards The Fortress. Please, please, don’t let it be either of those. Let her be wounded, in her pelvis to explain my nightmares, but nothing that can’t be fixed by a bacta tank to bring my Gara home safe and intact. If there are gods, please hear me. 3 – Duchess The vast concrete complex of The Fortress is the center of Gaianesia’s defense and intelligence operations, so security at the entrance is tight. Although any Gaianesian woman can be trusted, and we can all be recognized by the distinctive markings on the skin of our heads and shoulders that make us distinguishable from human females, unfortunately many of the Harkens look just like we do. Female Harken agents have been known to try and infiltrate the building – traitors to their own sex who believe in the Harken ideology of masculine supremacy. Of course males are not permitted within The Fortress. Not even to complete the menial jobs. At the closely guarded control gates I ask for Red Duchess, and present the palm of my hand for yet another DNA verification of my identity. There is a painful reminder of why I’m here when the scanner incorrectly recognizes me as Gara, and I have to explain myself to the guards. Once inside, the narrow corridors feel claustrophobic – the same sense one gets being underground with a vast weight of rock above. The walls are thick enough to withstand the most powerful of blaster weapons. A junior recruit – probably a girl on her mandatory service lucky enough to avoid the battle front, escorts me through the bustling building. The door of Red Duchess’ office is ajar. I’m about to walk in when I hear the sound of an argument is raging inside. I automatically pause, waiting for a polite moment to interrupt. My escort, similarly uncertain what to do, also hesitates, and we can’t avoid hearing the conversation as follows: “It goes against everything we stand for, to deliberately send someone there,” Red Duchess is telling someone. “You know what they do with Gaianesian women.” My escort looks anxiously at me. As a conscript she’ll get in the most trouble for eavesdropping on state secrets. Red Duchess is just inside that room. I’ve only met my sister’s commander once, at a social occasion to celebrate a breeding, but Red Duchess comes from a rural region in the far north of Gaianesia and I recognize her distinctive accent. She was a naturally imposing leader, as are all those who reach Duchess rank, and I found her a little intimidating. But the other woman inside the office interrupts impatiently as though lecturing a subordinate. “What other choice do we have? We desperately need those plans and we have two incredible strokes of luck with Gara having a genetically identical twin, and Riyena still being on the Hub.” I’m too surprised at the sound of the other speaker’s voice even to react at first to hearing my sister’s name. For the speaker is no other than the woman who runs the whole military operations on our planet – White Queen. The current White Queen enjoys the status of a celebrity on Gaianesia, for when she first took over the battle on Calico she won more territory in two years than her predecessor did in the last two decades. Things have deteriorated rapidly there over the past six months though, with ominously high losses of women to the Harkens. All the same she’s still a legendary commander – possibly as great as Listu Adorin. And White Queen is in that office discussing my sister? I didn’t even know she was back on Gaianesia. What could Red Duchess, or Gara, have been doing that was so important that White Queen is personally involved? Red Duchess is not awestruck like I am by the living legend. “I don’t care,” she retorts rudely. “I’d rather lose a thousand lives to the Harkens than deliberately send one of our people where Gara’s gone.” “You’d rather lose a thousand, but I think we should offer Lara that choice, don’t you?” Did I just hear that? White Queen just said “Lara”. Why would the great White Queen know my name? “I disagree,” barks Red Duchess. “Lara shouldn’t choose. She doesn’t have enough experience to understand what she’d be volunteering for. Look at her file. Just look! She’s had nothing but basic fleet training. It doesn’t look like during her service she ever left the corvette and set foot on another world. I’m not sure she’s even been to the trading enclave. Does she have the first idea what non-Gaianesian males are capable of? Especially around a female that looks like she does.” Of course I do, well, in theory anyway. But that logic is forgotten as I’m gifted the opportunity to replace worry with anger. They’ve started talking about me as though as I’m a child, and I won’t stand for it. I have the same willful spirit as Gara, and hearing them be so condescending spurs me to action. I knock firmly on the doorframe, boldness that makes my escort go wide-eyed with horror. Leaving her to flee down the corridor, I walk into the large, elegantly furnished room, and confidently greet the two women inside. Red Duchess is familiar to me - a short, slender woman whose motherly appearance belies her tough manner. Even though she’s only her early forties her skin has bronzed from years of sun to a texture like a walnut. Her markings are beginning to fade. Things are safe enough for women here on Gaianesia, but she still chooses to wear her hair short – a tribute to our ancestors or a sign of readiness for battle. Red Duchess’ expression is strong but there’s kindness there also. Here is someone who cares for her people. The other woman looks colder, ruthless. White Queen is in her sixties, or perhaps even seventies. She was considered to be the most beautiful woman on Gaianesia in her youth, and her face is still striking. However the markings around her head show greater age, having faded from the chocolate brown color that advertises a Gaianesian woman as young and fertile, to the pale ivory of a female well past her childbearing years. Her hair turned silver many years ago, but she wears it as long as I have mine. Both are dressed in the ankle-length, loose fitting robes that conceal the figure - typical of fashions in older Gaianesian women. Notable on White Queen is the bandage she always has wrapped around her right wrist – a proud but disfiguring scar rumored to have been a wound suffered undercover on Harka-Ringworld itself. The women have stopped talking to inspecting me as I inspect them. I’m spoiling for an argument to discharge more of the fear and emotion I’m feeling about my sister, but Red Duchess has an expression of sympathy that reminds me of my mother, and seeing this makes me crumble. “Please,” I say in an anguished voice. “Just tell me, where is Gara?” The two women look at each other as though trying to decide if I can handle bad news. “Please,” I say again, and Red Duchess finally speaks. Only with a question, though. “Did Gara tell you much about her work?” “No. Only that she was keeping us safe from the Harkens.” Red Duchess nods. “Then what I am about to tell you is most secret, and I hope we can rely on your utmost discretion.” Red Duchess states firmly. “Oh, just tell her,” White Queen interrupts angrily with a dismissive wave of her hand. “This is Gara’s sister. Of course she’s not going to blab to our enemies.” “Let me do it my way,” Red Duchess snaps. “I’m getting there.” Both sigh almost simultaneously, and frown at each other. I’d always assumed military intelligence would work in harmony towards united goals, but these women don’t seem to like each other. Once Red Duchess convinced White Queen isn’t going to interrupt she begins. “Gara was handler for our most important agent on Harka-Ringworld. Her name is Riyena Erkeegan, and unusually for a Harken female she’s a high ranking member of their military. Riyena disagrees with some of the restrictions of Harken society. Specifically - she’s a lesbian.” My eyes widen. A Harken lesbian? Well that explains why she’d betray her homeworld. The Harken perception is that relations between two women are seen as a waste of precious female breeding flesh, and thus are strictly forbidden on Harka-Ringworld. “One of our moles on Harka-Ringworld first passed on the rumor that Riyena Erkeegan might be a lesbian. So we tested it, arranging that your sister (who you must admit, like you, is an exceptional beauty), would cross her path at the weapons exhibition on Mordlin Four and pose as an equipment buyer.” I wave the compliment to my looks aside dismissively. It does not matter. “Gara seduced her, in the usual manner of these things. We arranged for the women to come across each other a second time, and a third. Unusually for a Harken female Riyena travelled frequently offworld. The two women became intimate. Riyena fell in love with Gara, and became convinced that Gara loved her back. As the relationship became established Riyena wanted the two of them to be able to live together openly, so she began to ask about claiming sanctuary on Gaianesia. At the appropriate moment Gara revealed that she was, in fact an intelligence agent.” It sounds like the stuff of spy thrillers. But my sister – the lover to a Harken female? Surely she felt no true affection? However, if that was the case, then it means Gara give away her intimacies for material gain instead of love. “The relationship could have fallen apart at that point, but the couple were too close for Riyena to be deterred. Quite the opposite happened. When she learned the truth, what she offered in exchange for protection was beyond our wildest dreams. Riyena said she could access an almost complete download of the Harken military operations on Calico and give them to us, simply in exchange for a new home on Gaianesia. We’re talking technical drawings of equipment, maps, military personnel files, strategy documents… Everything. Most precious of all – designs for the new Harken stun weapon that’s recently started wreaking havoc up there on Calico. It’s being kept secret by the press, and you must not reveal this either Lara, but in a matter of weeks we’ve lost a third of our territory, and stunned Gaianesian soldiers are all taken captive. It’s a catastrophe.” The thought makes me cold. How many women, taken into the Harken breeding program? It doesn’t bear thinking about. And might be Gara one of them? Is that where Gara is? I must concentrate on something else or lose my mind. And even with my limited knowledge of covert operations I latch onto something - a problem in what Red Duchess is saying. “But even if she could download the plans, how could this… Riyena… ever be allowed to leave Harken space carrying the information?” Red Duchess nods approvingly, as though I passed a test. “You’re quite right, Lara. Of course Harka-Ringworld and Calico are highly militarized and on permanent lockdown, so Riyena couldn’t just fly out carrying a data file unless it was hidden, copied onto a chip and implanted into her flesh.” That still seems unlikely to succeed. “But the Harkens scan for implants, just like we do…” I continue. Red Duchess nods again. “Yes, Harken security do scan departing citizens for implants. Riyena herself proposed the solution – something that seemed cleverly simple at the time – that her chip would configured to remain entirely inert and therefore invisible, unless it was triggered by the presence of your sister’s DNA. A physical touch between the two women would be all that was needed, but without that the chip would simply seem redundant, obsolete. Only in a safe situation when they were together could the upload take place to a device in Gara’s custody. If anything went wrong, both women could deny everything, avoid body contact and no-one’s cover would be blown.” “I suppose Riyena mainly saw her plan as a way to guarantee your sister’s continued participation, but it had tactical merit. Everything was agreed and set in motion. The first part of the operation went entirely according to plan and Riyena left Harken territory.” “Of course with the war raging, there is little contact between our worlds. Riyena could not simply take a shuttle directly from Harka-Ringworld to Gaianesia. The shortest civilian connection between is from Harka to travel to the deep space trading outpost of Escarod, and from there back to Gaianesia. And so it went. Riyena caught a commercial shuttle to Escarod, under the pretext to her superiors of a few days leave, made the rendezvous there with Gara, and the two women caught a ride on an inconsequential merchant vessel carrying metals bound for Gaianesia – the Irulin Darkstar. Just when success seemed certain the worst happened. I’m sorry to tell you Lara, but that freighter never arrived here.” I feel as though something inside me is preparing to explode. Here it comes. “Dead?” I ask in a high, panicked voice. “Some kind of accident?” No. She can’t be dead. Terribly injured, her pelvis ruined? The dreams… “Worse.” Red Duchess says bluntly. “The freighter was attacked by pirates and captured.” “Not pirates…” I plead. I don’t want to hear more now, but she presses on inexorably. “Raiders from Aghara-Penthay.” When I hear the name of our dreaded neighbor it’s as though someone has cut my legs from under me. My vision blurs and the world becomes unreal. With my head spinning it’s difficult to stay on my feet. A woman’s hand goes to my elbow, supporting me. “Gara taken by men from the rapists’ planet?” I moan. “Gods no…” Tears have already started trickling down my cheeks. I can’t keep my voice steady as, unsure which answer I want to hear, I ask my next question. “Are they alive?” “We’re only certain that Riyena survived. But your sister is exactly the kind of female the Slavers most prize. If they could have done, they would have taken her.” “My Gara? Captured for a sex slave? She’d never allow it!” I’m not sure which is worse. The possibility that Gara might be dead, or the chance that rather than fight to the end she might let herself be debased and degraded, a plaything to those monsters. Human women are weak, but not Gara. She’d know her career, her life, her chance of breeding would be over if she were made slave. But then how do I explain the dreams? The stabbing pain… Could that have been? A man…? Not wounded… Oh Gods, no! Don’t let me imagine her like that. No! I must say something, anything. Grasping for a question I blurt out: “Riyena. How do you know they have Riyena? How do you know they have any of them? Maybe they all perished.” Silently Red Duchess hands me a data pad. Through the blur of my free-flowing tears I look down at the screen to see it shows an advertisement. The woman in the image I do not recognize. She’s a youthful brunette with the pale skin and mottling typical of our two species. On the side of her face, overwriting the creamy silk of pale skin and brown mottling is a swirling mark like a tattoo. I know enough of Aghara-Penthay to recognize it – the slave mark that the Slavers permanently tattoo on all their captive women, as a sign of quality. She’s pretty, although in my biased view not as attractive as Gara. The woman’s breasts are small, and her hips are not so wide in proportion to her waist. Her vulva is entirely hairless. Its pale pink lips are fat and rounded, almost submerging the vertical slit. She’s less strongly built than the females on our world. A Harken woman. This female is stark naked, which is does not shock me. Gaianesian women are comfortable being nude in front of each other. What makes me gasp is her pose, to see a woman with the markings of our species on her knees and holding her thighs open, as though she needs to humbly plead for sexual attention. A sex traitor! A whore! That’s why my first reaction to the picture is, “And this submissive thing thought my sister was good enough for her?” “Don’t judge her too harshly,” Red Duchess says firmly. “The Slavers of Aghara-Penthay implant a microchip into the brainstem of captive women. It disrupts the signals relating to willpower, meaning an implanted female is compelled to follow orders, as long as the order is given by a man. They only had to ask her to pose that way and she would have obeyed.” I’ve heard that before, but my beliefs are too ingrained to accept that some part of her nature must have already been inclined to submission. Otherwise how could a woman look so unashamed, displaying her sex like that? I’m looking at a female debasing herself to please men… Possession of this image could get someone into trouble on Gaianesia. I would throw the revolting filth away in disgust, were I not obliged to pay attention to the writing, which is the common galactic script. “Riyena, 25, from Harka-Ringworld,” I say aloud. “Fifty credits for a session, slave also for permanent sale by auction galactic date 10:13:4452. Enquires to the Palace of Roses, Mezzanine Level, Aghara-Penthay Orbital Trading Station.” A footnote adds, “Bring your own slave. See her abused as the plaything of this woman hater.” “Woman hater?” I ask. “I thought you said Riyena was a lesbian. Gara would never be intimate with a misogynist.” “The brain implants can do more than force women to obey” White Queen explains. “They can change the woman’s personality, sexuality, anything they want. With lesbian females they often enjoy turning them sadistic towards their own sex, a trick they also like to do with women from female dominated societies such as ours.” What kind of animal would want to do that – alter a woman’s very identity? I feel faint with horror. And I’m more disgusted these women think my sister would tolerate such treatment. “You actually believe they did this to Gara as well?” I say, outraged. “Surely not! She’d take her own life rather than do anything the Slavers wanted.” “We don’t know,” says Red Duchess in a placatory tone. “We don’t know about anyone else on that ship. There were twenty on board, mostly humans, and Riyena is the only one about whom we have any information. I’m sure your sister will have resisted to the last during the pirate attack, and she may no longer be alive. But it’s possible she was stunned and taken alive, and is being processed somewhere on the surface of Aghara-Penthay. It’s also possible she’s already been sold and is somewhere else. There’s even a chance she’s on the trading station orbiting the planet. The Slavers like to market women with a backstory, a connection, so they would see a value in keeping Gara close to Riyena.” Red Duchess pauses, giving me that breaking-bad-news face again. “All we can do is tell you your sister is Missing in Action at the moment.” But I can see from the other woman’s condescending expression that White Queen clearly believes Gara was weak enough to let herself be captured. “If your sister was selected for auction, they’d advertise it on the usual galactic slave trading networks and we’re monitoring those channels,” White Queen says bluntly, “but Gara might have been retained without auction, or sold privately, or any number of fates where which case we wouldn’t find out about it. The best chance to find about her fate, and about the plans, is to send someone to the Slavers’ orbital station to ask Riyena in person.” I laugh scathingly at the impossibility of doing that. There’s an obvious problem with a Gaianesian going to that den of scum. On Slaver territory, women do not have the same rights as men. Any female around Aghara-Penthay is automatically a slave in the eyes of their laws. And slaves must have owners. Unpacified male owners. Unescorted females are captured instantly and taken to the planet’s surface for processing by the Slavers. Not even male offworlders can reach the planet itself - outsiders can only visit the orbital Hub. The only people allowed down to the arid surface are male pirates working in the four Slaver factions, and their female property. As for the Hub where Riyena is being held, it is one of the most popular tourist destinations for male visitors, flooded as it is with cheaply available sex. Females occasionally visit as well, but still have to comply with their laws. Women on the Hub need a male owner. Visiting slaves who are not the property of Aghara-Penthay are still obliged to be identified against their owners, this being done by bracelets locked on the wrist or ankle which carry registration information. But this is all aside. Even if a Gaianesian woman would submit to the deep degradation of accepting a male as her owner, she couldn’t visit the Hub. There’s yet another problem. Aghara-Penthay hates Gaianesia almost as much as they do the Sadami women. A Gaianesian female, detected via a DNA scan during her registration for the slave bracelet, would be instantly seized and become the property of Aghara-Penthay. “You have a male agent willing to travel to the trading station?” I ask Red Duchess. “A human?” “We have allies,” White Queen answers for her evasively, “and no doubt it wouldn’t take much persuasion for an unpacified human male to travel on one of the tourist shuttles on our behalf and make an appointment at the Palace of Roses. But that would only get us news about your sister. A male agent wouldn’t be able to activate Riyena’s chip and upload the plans we desperately need to survive the Harken war. Only Gara can do that, or at least someone who the implant believes is Gara.” Before I can consider what she’s just said Red Duchess interrupts, speaking critically to White Queen. “I must restate for Lara’s sake that I’m entirely against this idea. By everything Gaianesia stands for, what you’re suggesting is wrong.” “What idea?” I ask, but there’s no need for them to answer for White Duchess’s “someone who the implant believes is Gara” just caught up with me and I finally understand the implications of why I’ve been summoned to the Fortress. I’ve felt faint since learning Gara might be on Aghara-Penthay, and now the horror of it all, the terror of what I’m being asked to do becomes too much, and this time consciousness does desert me. 4 – Mission “See? She’s not as strong as her sister,” Red Queen is protesting from somewhere close by. “She’s tough enough,” disagrees White Queen. “It’s in her genes, remember. We’ll cheat the DNA scanner with a skin graft so the Slavers don’t detect her species, and we’ll mask her markings. She’ll be on and off the Hub in a matter of hours. After that, apart from the trauma of the experience and being stuck with the damned bracelet, there will be no permanent effect. ” Reality comes crashing back in on me. White Queen’s plan is that I, I, should go to the Hub orbiting Aghara-Penthay. I wish I could lose consciousness again. I wish I could rewind and forget all this. But I’m here, this is real, and Gara might have been taken by the Slavers. Reluctantly I open my eyes. I’m lying on a low couch I’d seen at the side of Red Duchess’ office. The two women are sat close by, posed as demurely as statues. but having resumed the earlier argument. “If she agrees,” Red Duchess is countering. “And Gaianesian beliefs are too ingrained in her to do that. She’s a model citizen.” Rather than adding to my earlier eavesdropping, I push myself up from the couch, propping my torso with one arm. Once they see I’m awake, I go straight to the attack. “Aghara-Penthay. You didn’t just bring me here to give me bad news. You want me to go to Aghara-Penthay for you, don’t you?” It is White Queen of whom I ask this, and I do so accusingly. Before she can answer I expand on what that would mean. “You want me to shame myself. You want me to bow down and follow the orders of those men, as though I’m as weak willed as a human female. Not even the women locked in the prison for submissives would debase themselves enough to enter that place, but you expect me to go?” I’m angry, and this seems to amuse Red Duchess. “I told you that’s what she’d say,” she informs White Queen with a wry smile. White Queen frowns wearily and rubs her brow. “In intelligence sometimes we have to set aside personal dignity for the good of Gaianesia.” “The good of Gaianesia?” I almost spit. “At least you have the decency to admit that’s what this is about. Only Gaianesia. You don’t care about rescuing Gara. You just want me to go to Aghara-Penthay to recover those plans.” She closes her eyes in acknowledgement. “We’re losing, Lara,” she says. “Losing worse than you know from the media. And it’s not just about territory on Calico. Their new blaster technology might weaken the defense grid and there might be raids here on Gaianesia, soon. I respect your sister, but we can’t give up just because one brave woman is lost. So yes, those plans are more important than any one of us.” “Our culture is founded on the natural dominance of females,” I restate, as though she needs reminding. “We shun those who submit to men. And you’re asking me to willingly walk into slavery? What happens when I come home, if word gets out I went there?” “Again, the circumstances are extraordinary enough to ask you to take the risk,” White Queen says. “But I still wouldn’t send you if I thought you might be going into permanent captivity. You would simply mimic the tourist groups of human traitor women, who travel to Aghara-Penthay to temporarily experience debasing themselves. For a suitable fee your male escort” (I notice at that point how she slyly avoids the words “master” or “owner) “would take you to the brothel where Riyena is enslaved. You’d touch the girl, uploading the information to a receiver we’d implant into your own skin. You could ask where your sister is. In under an hour you’d be back on his ship, and you could remain in your cabin for the rest of the voyage.” She looks at me earnestly. “We ask you to endure one hour of humiliation that you’ll be able to put behind you, Lara, in exchange for answers about your sister and saving your homeworld.” “But it’s not ever going to be entirely behind me, is it?” I accuse. “You’re conveniently forgetting that the wrist bracelets of visiting slaves can’t ever be removed. There’s a toxin injector inside the bracelet that detects tampering. What will I say when my friends and family see me wearing one of those things?” “The situation isn’t perfect,” White Queen sighs. “But it’s our only chance to recover the plans.” “Not perfect?” I splutter. “I’ll have to put myself in the power of a non-passive male. Walk with someone who’s controlled by his cock, while I’m wearing next to nothing, right into Aghara-Penthay, and then ask if he’ll be kind enough to take me to be in the power of a sadistic lesbian and hope he leaves me alone. Even supposing he co-operates what happens when Riyena sees me? She’ll think I’m Gara, and she’s bound to raise the alarm.” Red Duchess nods emphatic agreement with me, but again White Queen has an answer. “You can make sure your escort is instructed to ask for a private audience in a soundproof room,” she says smoothly. “They’re common in the brothels that specialize in sadomasochism and torture.” (I shudder at the mention of sadomasochism and torture) “Listen to me Lara, you can easily have your man command her not to shout or make a fuss. Her slave implant will compel her to obey him.” I have objection after objection. “I can’t go there,” I insist. “They enslave Gaianesian women on sight. They’ll see the marks of our species. And the DNA scan will reveal it.” “Simple invisible skin patches around your wrists will fool the scanners in the bracelet, Lara. And we can give you an injection that will fade your markings for a couple of days. You’ll look just like a human woman.” “But what about Gara?” I demand. “Even if I find out where she is, this mission isn’t going to save her.” “We can’t guarantee anything there,” White Queen says, “But sometimes Gaianesian women come up for sale in the auctions. If this happens with your sister, as a reward for your cooperation a male agent will be instructed to buy her.” My breath catches in my throat. An inviolate law on Gaianesia is that we never pay ransoms for captured women. Many of our people hold the view that a woman weak enough to fall doesn’t deserve anything else. But it’s mainly because once we gave in to one ransom, the demands would never stop. “You’d give money to the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay?” I say in shock. “For Gara?” The scandal of Ilona Minani being a submissive would be nothing compared to the outrage if word leaked out that the government paid even a credit to Aghara-Penthay. Just suggesting the idea could ruin White Queen’s career. “To save your sister, yes,” White Queen says bluntly. “But you have to help us first.” I clench my fists indecisively. Gara… If only you were here to advise me. What am I supposed to do? “I won’t let you talk her into this…” Red Duchess cuts in taking advantage of my hesitation. “It’s all very well for you to send her there to suffer these indignities for you, but the two of you don’t know the first thing about real men.” “And you do?” White Queen looks amused. “Even private slaves find the Hub an ordeal. Men know they can act with impunity on Slaver territory. Lara’s going to be molested from the moment she sets foot on that station until the moment she leaves. She’ll be lucky if she’s not raped by her owner. What happens if he decides to keep her, or sell her to them? It happens sometimes, even with the more reputable tourist escorts.” I take offense to that. “I’m strong. No one is raping me.” But my reply only seems to fuel Red Duchess’ patronizing attitude. “See? Proof she doesn’t know what she’s getting into. Lara, you’re exceptionally beautiful to human eyes, which means to the men of Aghara-Penthay you’re Grade-A slave material. Understand me, Lara, that valuable as you are as a citizen of Gaianesia, to the scum on Aghara-Penthay you might be worth more. Over fifty thousand credits as a sex slave.” I look down at myself. Yes, I’m tall; I’m slim with a narrow waist and wide hips; I’m athletic and toned like most Gaianesian women; and from my mother I inherited the exceptionally large breasts that unpacified males are supposed to desire. But really – it’s nothing but a body. Fifty thousand credits just for this? That’s more than I earn in five years. While I look disbelieving Red Duchess rounds on White Queen. “I won’t have it,” she insists. “You can’t sit here safe on Gaianesia and send Lara as a sacrifice to do something you wouldn’t do yourself.” No-one likes accusations of cowardice and color rises in White Queen’s face and I think for a moment she’s going to explode. “I’m not sending her to do something I wouldn’t do myself.” “Ha!” snaps Red Duchess. “Easy for you to say.” “Is that how little you think of me? Right…” White Queen snaps, and haughtily she reaches down to the cream bandage around her right wrist. Wordlessly she pulls back the elastic band of fabric, exposing the pale wrinkled skin of an elderly woman underneath. I’ve heard many of the stories of White Queen’s valor for Gaianesia. She was badly injured on Calico at the battle of Abraxas Wells and still walks with a limp. Her bandage is rumored to cover up scarring from an undercover operation on Harka-Ringworld itself. But the skin of her forearm and hand are entirely unharmed. Instead, tightly encircling the bone of her arm, just above the joint of her wrist where most citizens might wear a watch, is a slave bracelet of Aghara-Penthay. 5 - Decision Red Duchess gasps at the same time as I do. So she didn’t know either. “A slave bracelet…” she says in absolute shock. “That didn’t come from Harka-Ringworld. You went to the Hub, all those years ago.” Twice White Queen has put her reputation in our hands. Saying she’d pay the Slavers to buy Gara, and now this. A braceleted female can’t be White Queen. It doesn’t matter if she earned it in the service of our planet. She would have behaved like a submissive while they locked it on her, and if a woman is capable of submitting once she always will be. We’ve seen what we needed to see, and White Queen is already testily pulling the bandage back over her forearm to conceal the proof of shame. Red Duchess is almost as astounded as I am. “Why could you have possibly needed to go there?” she asks. White Queen frowns as though she has a bad taste in her mouth. “The protection on Aghara-Penthay is designed to keep large enemy warships away, and trap slaves in. But the security is less rigorous in preventing individuals infiltrating and reach the surface. Someone had the idea that if we could get a team of heavily armed agents in one-by-one via the Hub, they could steal a shuttle and make a stand for women, by disrupting the Rape Run. Of course, it would be a one-way trip, and they’d have had to kill themselves before being captured and turned into sex slaves themselves. But for once, the men would have been defeated by the women.” “It needed someone who knew the mission concept to recon the Trading Hub. I volunteered, even though I knew I’d end up wearing the bracelet as a consequence.” We’re looking at her open-mouthed, and White Queen looks uncomfortable for the first time I’ve seen. Maybe that’s why she keeps talking. “Gaianesian women were taken on sight by the Slavers even back then, but as I’ve already proposed for your journey, our skull markings can be hidden and the sensor in the registration bracelet only scans the DNA of the skin it touches. They’re easy to trick with a graft. It’s lucky I could pass as human, because the Slavers desperately wanted me for the Rape Run even then. If they knew this bracelet corresponded to me,” (and she holds up her wrist again), “they’d use it to track me down, and bounty hunters would be waiting as soon as I left the safety of Gaianesia.” The Rape Run. She’s able to mention it so casually, the universe’s cruelest and most-watched sport. Ten of the galaxy’s most desirable women are captured and left in an arena on Aghara-Penthay’s surface known as The Zone. Then the five, now four, faction leaders of the Slaver clans the “Hunters” set out to find the women. And when they do find one, and in front of the galactic viewing audience they rape her and rape her and rape her. The women Runners know this is their likely fate but they do their best to compete anyway, for the last one uncaught is the winner and becomes the rarest thing on Aghara-Penthay – a female who leaves the Slavers free and relatively unharmed. And this is White Queen’s fate, if they ever catch her. Red Duchess is also dwelling on the brutal event some think of as entertainment. “Forgive my rudeness, White Queen, but I thought they only took young women for the Rape Run.” “I was nearly captured five years ago, in spite of my advancing years. The Slavers have rejuvenation technology using the bacta. They could rebuild my body to an age they consider most desirable. The Hunters have their own personal bounty hunters, you know, as well as using the freelancers, and they dispatched one of those.” “Salarin, the most sadistic of the Slaver faction leaders, has a bounty hunter working for him called Egregious Klink. He captures well protected, high value women, either as slaves captured to order, or for participation in the Rape Run. I was in a battle on Calico and the whole situation turned out to be a sting to try and take me.” “Their plan could have worked, if it wasn’t for women’s natural courage. We fought our way out of an encirclement. Injured my leg badly, though.” Red Duchess doesn’t seem to have considered that the Slavers are capable of regressing age, but I’m not too surprised. In last year’s Rape Run they entirely changed someone’s gender, turning the overthrown fifth faction leader Leshan into the beautiful slave woman, Leesha. If they could build someone a fully functional female body, regressing cellular age shouldn’t be any challenge for them. Here on Gaianesia we consider it infinitely preferable to be female, but things didn’t improve for Leshan when he switched gender. Women do sometimes kill each other in the Rape Run, and in a dramatic three way showdown with Leesha, a Republic space fleet Colonel called Melena de Santo and a sharp-witted bounty hunter named Ja-Alixxe, Melena de Santo almost vaporized Leesha after finding out her real identity. Then, in the best conclusion to the Rape Run for years for the galaxy’s women, Melena and Ja-Alixxe made fools of the Slavers, escaping The Zone in a stolen ship and disappearing without trace. So great was the disgrace that it triggered wrangling between the Hunter factions over how to best make an example of the escapees, with the cruel dominant Cronorgan and the womanizing Lotho-Etsarra advocating the two Runners should be raped to death if recaptured, and the giant alien Jackran-ad-aktar and the sadistic Salarin advocating keeping the women alive to endure the worst humiliations the Slavers could conceive. But that’s the politics of Aghara-Penthay. Here on Gaianesia White Queen has had enough of the debate. “So, Lara,” she says. “You know the situation, and the risks, and I’ve trusted you with a secret that will end my military career if it’s revealed. I ask of you nothing I haven’t done myself. For your sister and for your home planet – will you go to the trading station at Aghara-Penthay?” “What was it like there?” I ask quietly, and add, “Please… the truth.” A shadow seems to pass over White Queen’s face. “I’ve never been somewhere so vile, so horrific. I was there with an escort, but still those men… Never mind. They treated me like a piece of meat. But knowing how it was, I must still ask on behalf of your planet… Will you go?” It is the power of this woman’s conviction as much as the need to know about Gara that makes my decision. I feel a surge of patriotic fervor, and certainty that my planet’s way of life is the right one. Snapping to attention I give her the Gaianesian salute. “When do I leave?” 6 – Preparations Riyena’s auction date is only ten standard republic days ahead, so we have to move rapidly if I’m to be escorted to the Hub before it is too late. So over the next few days I witness the proud might of the Gaianesian military machine in action when under the greatest secrecy, different ministries and departments are bought into the plan. First, there is the matter of getting me to Aghara-Penthay. Most of the women who betray our sex, by deliberately seeking to go to the Hub and temporarily debasing themselves - the so-called “Tourist Slaves”, depart from a starbase orbiting the cartel controlled planet of Merlon. This choice is a matter of pragmatism. There is no direct contact between law-abiding Republic worlds and rapacious Aghara-Penthay. Merlon is the most convenient planet outside Republic space, yet still being on the main hyperspatial travel routes. A den of vice almost as low as Aghara-Penthay, Merlon Starbase makes much of its profits by being the departure point for those en-route to its foul neighbor. Shiploads of men take off, many per day, to seek the pleasures of cheap slave flesh forced to serve every conceivable taste. The less well-to-do female travelers join these flights, hence the ferries accruing the nickname “Tramp Shuttles”, and are allocated an owner from amongst the crew or sometimes the passengers – whoever finds the woman most to his liking. Women with only the means for these trips are frequently abused from the moment of departure – raped and abused by their owner and their fellow passengers – and it is common for the more valuable or attractive females to find themselves sold to the Slavers, rather than enjoying the return trip home they’d expected. The more affluent female masochistic, or woman simply ghoulish enough to want to visit Aghara-Penthay, hires the services of one of Merlon’s licensed escorts. These business’s livelihood relies on their reputation with female tourists, so offer a greater chance of a safe return home. Escorts also offer a more bespoke experience – want to visit a particular location? The escort will take the woman there. Licensed escorts advertise a no-rape guarantee from the host (unless the woman wants that experience too) but she puts herself just as completely in his power as any slave girl does her owner, and when she happens to be desirable – betrayals still happen. There is an agent friendly to Gaianesia who works as one of these escorts. His name is Acheron Doe. Despite being a Gaianesian, I will submit to being owned by this male. I will submit to a male named Acheron Doe. He has been briefed on that small bit of our plan that he needs to know and is capable of understanding, and compensated handsomely for ensuring I remain unharmed. With his ship chartered by my Government solely for my service, I should be on the Hub enduring wearing nothing but the blue wrap of a private slave for under two hours. Acheron Doe… I find myself distracted by repeating his name over and over, imagining what he might look like. But back on topic: once I’m there, I have to avoid being recognized as a Gaianesian – a situation where failure would earn me permanent enslavement. The biotech department of the intelligence team prepare a serum I’ll inject in my face just before leaving home. It will temporarily fade my beautiful brown markings, so I appear to be no more than a particularly athletic human woman. The serum only lasts forty eight hours, but Acheron Doe will leave with me as soon as I reach Merlon, and in his fast ship the journey to Aghara-Penthay lasts only a few hours. We should have plenty of time, as long as nothing goes wrong. More challenging is fooling the DNA scan that will be made of me, registering me in their eyes as a slave for life when the shameful identification bracelet is locked forever on to one of my limbs. For this we follow the same procedure as was done with White Queen. A human female visitor to the foreign trading enclave in Solar City was recently, unknown to her, swabbed. Our Biotech team merge invisible skin grafts from her cells onto my forearms and ankles, to cover any eventuality for placement of the bracelet. These too are temporary, but sufficient for the duration of my visit. In the whole of the real woman’s life, she’s unlikely to ever discover she’s registered as a slave on Aghara-Penthay unless she betrays our sex and tries to visit herself. I have no sympathy for her, in that case. Finally there’s the matter of preparing me to extracting the data we desperately need. The technical department configure a chip for implantation into my forearm. Just as with Riyena’s and Gara’s chip it will remain inert except when I am in physical contact with the correct female. As soon as I even touch Riyena, brushing her with a fingertip is enough, the essential files will copy. Everything falls into place. A Gaianesian ship, Vengeful Goddess, is laid on to deliver me to Merlon Starbase. Given the importance of success, White Queen is to make a rare departure from our system and go with us on the warship, commanding the operation personally. Her attention to me and to every detail of my wellbeing makes me very proud. Gaianesian warships attract attention wherever we stop, so Vengeful Goddess will dock at Merlon only for minutes, while I disembark. It will then remain in communications blackout, but will tail Acheron Doe’s vessel as close to the Slavers’ world as is safe, and will be ready to intervene should something go wrong. Acheron has been instructed that during the flight he must make an appointment at the Palace of Roses, asking for a soundproof room. Although Riyena is advertised as configured to inflict sadistic punishments on other slaves, he will request that she be the one restrained and immobile for our entertainment. Thus I will be safe when she inevitably recognizes me as related to Gara, and calls for help. My planet is doing everything it can to support me, but the humiliation I’ll endure is nonetheless all personal. Before we arrive I will have to undress completely and put on nothing but the demeaning slave wrap. Acheron, a male, will inevitably see me in this clothing. It can’t be avoided. I can’t conceal myself from the crowds on the trading station either. If I act too shy or proud it will attract suspicion. I must pretend to be naturally submissive, showing my bare legs and my figure as though my owner has ordered me to present myself attractively. At customs, as a new visiting slave I will be braceleted, have my fake DNA scanned, and I’ll be registered. I will never be able to remove the bracelet. I will have irrevocably become the property of a man named Acheron Doe and will lose all my own rights, at least under Aghara-Penthay law. And if someone spots it once I’m back on Gaianesia, I risk being outcast. Once on the Hub we will have to walk through the concourse to the House of Roses. That’s the part that I’m dreading most, as it’s when I’m most likely to be sexually assaulted. In the brothel the plan is I touch the girl, her chip will believe me to be Gara, and the upload will begin. I will ask about my sister’s fate. I’m not sure which answer I want and it doesn’t matter - as a female on Aghara-Penthay I can’t do anything to save her. But I will know. In minutes I will be leaving. There will be a second walk of shame across the station. And the ordeal will be over. Back to Merlon, under the secret guardianship of Vengeful Goddess, then transfer to the warship itself. After it’s all over my only reminder will be an absent beloved sister, and a bandage like White Queen’s, hiding the shameful secret that I was once a slave. With the prospect of what’s ahead filling my every waking thought, I do not need more emphasis on the horror of the Slavers’ planet. But during a briefing in The Fortress it comes anyway. A woman bursts into the room, her jumpsuit bearing the insignia of a junior officer. Out of breath and looking upset, at the last moment she remembers her rank and salutes. “White Queen!” she gasps in a quavering voice. “There’s a broadcast from Aghara-Penthay… The heroine of last year’s Rape-Run, the bounty hunter Ja-Alixxe, has been caught.” 7 - Ja-Alixxe Women rush to the viewing screens, even White Queen forgetting her dignity for a moment as she pushes her way to a monitor. At one time the Gaianesian government tried to censor these viewscreen transmissions from Aghara-Penthay, judging them bad for morale and encouraging women into submissive behavior, but it quickly was proven to be pointless when any woman with a basic understanding of technology was able to defeat the blocking signal and receive the feeds. Furthermore censorship gave the impression our leaders had something to fear from the Slavers, blessing their broadcasts with the same mystique as anything taboo. So even though it is disgusting and against all the principles of our society, Slaver transmissions remain unblocked. The full uninterrupted coverage of the Rape Run is available here. I’m sure many women watch it in secret, staying glued to their screens in sick fascination to see what might be their fate, should our planet’s defenses ever fall. Certainly we’re all familiar with the voice of the sleazy compere Wagner, who interviews the Runners and provides the voice-over commentary. “I’m sure you’ve not forgotten the beautiful Ja-Alixxe?” he is saying over a montage of scenes from the Rape Run of her standing proudly, or stealthily hiding, or moving gracefully dressed in the tight costume of that year’s contest. “And you’ll remember how disappointed we were when she left without giving us the chance to see her get fucked.” This comment is delivered over archive images of Ja-Alixxe powering the stolen ship out of a cave hidden just beyond The Zone. The expression on her face, tattooed with the slave-mark, is a picture of resolve. “But where is she now? All that rebellion, and look where she’s ended right back after all…” And the broadcast cuts to a gradual sweep of the camera, showing the large mezzanine concourse of Aghara-Penthay’s trading station. Seeing it makes my stomach knot with fear. “I don’t think Lara should be watching this,” says Red Duchess, but I say “No!” and elbow her aside. I can’t imagine a more depraved den of vice and debauchery than what is the one on screen – the place I’m destined to go. Out on to the broad mezzanine spill the open fronts of bar after bar, brothel after brothel. Men are taking their base pleasures everywhere I look, most of them loud, and many of them drunk. Satisfying those pleasures are the women. The luckiest merely serve food or drink, but even those have to dodge or submit to the grasping hands. Some are made to dance. Others, perhaps lacking specific skills, merely stand to advertise their immediate availability for sex. Every single female I see is of the age and body shape we are taught men consider desirable. The majority of women wear the single garment of a slave of Aghara-Penthay – a scarlet silken wrap like a towel, barely large enough to reach from the breast to the pelvis, which is configured to leave the girl open on one side. The wrap fastens with a bow under the left arm, so it may be untied and removed easily even when the wearer is restrained. Those less fortunate are naked – including the women being publically violated in plain view of the crowds, and the unattractive ones - those forced to display more in order to lure customers to their bodies. I only glimpse a few in that panorama who are wearing the garment destined for me – the blue wrap of a private slave, i.e. not owned by Aghara-Penthay. The blue wrap is much sought after by the local slaves. It means the woman will leave. It means she can hope. The undergarments common to most free females across the galaxy – bras and panties of some design, are not permitted to women anywhere on Slaver territory. Captives must be open and accessible at all times, the owner easily slipping a hand inside the wrap, or pulling it aside to bare her. It’s hard to believe this place is real – and only a short distance away across the galaxy is somewhere that life is so different. Crowds of mostly humanity, but also some other species. The males relaxing and enjoying themselves. The females suffering. And through this milling throng walks the former bounty hunter, Ja-Alixxe. She has already been stripped. In the first glimpse the galaxy has had of her since her escape, we begin viewing her from the back. Her body is beautifully toned, almost as fit as a Gaianesian woman, making the rounded curves of her buttocks exquisite. The camera pans round the side, showing breasts that are surprisingly full for someone with so little body fat. She has large dark nipples. There is no hair to hide the contours of her exposed sex. The Slavers usually give females a treatment that prevents it re-growing, and not even Rape Runners are spared. Ja-Alixxe walks without resisting, but they have restrained her anyway. A device like a belt is around her hourglass waist, with a fixed wrist bracelet either side over the hip. It traps Ja-Alixxe’s hands close to her most vulnerable places, but leaving her unable to protect them, either in the front or the back. She looks straight ahead out her dark eyes. Her hair flows loosely about her face. Really, she’s exceptionally beautiful. Ja-Alixxe seems free to move her legs for now, but there are ropes about each ankle, trailing away to somewhere off camera. I don’t understand their purpose if they’re not being used to restrain her. “Another successful hunt for Egregious Klink,” says Wagner. “The bouncy hunter captured by the bounty hunter.” Egregious Klink… That was the name White Duchess mentioned. He finds women for the sadist Salarin. He tried to catch White Queen. “Mind how you go there, bouncy hunter,” Wagner quips, repeating the pun he seems to think clever, and on cue from somewhere off camera the ropes round Ja-Alixxe’s ankles are jerked behind her with such force her feet leave the floor. Unable to use her hands to break the descent she sprawls flat on her face. Immediately a man runs up, dressed in the overalls of the merchant fleet. He is a scruffy fellow, sweaty with a face sprouting with several days’ unshaved stubble. “Bounty hunter…” he slurs drunkenly, not to Ja-Alixxe but to someone else off camera. “I’ll give you a thousand credits if you let me fuck her in the ass. She was the best girl by far in her year. I’ve jerked off hundreds of times thinking about raping this bitch.” He waves a bundle of hundred credit notes. We don’t hear Klink’s response to this offer but I can guess the answer by the cheer from the crowd who begin gathering for a better view, and by the way the man starts pulling down the zipper at the front of his overalls. “Is she a virgin?” drunk asks the same person off-screen, and I hear Egregious Klink’s malicious voice for the first time. “Not anymore.” Understanding what’s about to happen to her Ja-Alixxe has drawn up one knee and rolls her torso to the side, attempting to get up, as though despite her lying in the epicenter of male dominance standing upright would somehow help her evade what’s coming. It makes it more heartbreaking that even on the brink of public shaming her face hasn’t lost the same resolute courage I always saw in her. “Is her implant working?” the stale man asks. He has his penis out now – it’s a foul thing, a pink fat semi-erect worm an inch thick with an eyeless purple head and only a slit for a mouth. “Yes,” Egregious Klink states simply. “Then lie flat on your belly and don’t move, slave!” the man spits down at her. “Until you feel my cock penetrate you, that is… Then I want you to resist me with all your strength.” And immediately Ja-Alixxe resumes the prostrate position, with her stomach and her breasts pressed to the mezzanine floor. Her legs are together, extended straight behind her. She lies still as though she’s been paralyzed. An implant’s control is that powerful? Not the least resistance? Such barbarity… The scruffy man sits down on the back of Ja-Alixxe’s knees, straddling her. He strokes a finger down her spine almost reverentially, an expression of awe on his face. Then he leans right down to her, where her buttocks meet the fulcrum of her legs, and he inhales her intimate scent. “Oh, this is one fine looking woman,” he gloats to the watchers. “And her pussy smells as fresh as a teenage virgin’s.” Straightening he looms over her, propping his body on one arm, his now rigid penis held in the other. All through this Ja-Alixxe remains completely passive, staring straight ahead. She doesn’t react when he strokes his organ up and down the cleft between her cheeks, probing for the star of her anus. It’s only when he penetrates her, sinking the rest of his bodyweight down onto her back as he pierces her bowels, that she responds. First Ja-Alixxe screams, an animal howl of fury and anguish. Then she starts struggling. I see her legs twisting and bending, trying to get enough purchase with her knees on the floor to lift the man off her. At the same time her upper body moves from side to side, as though she’s trying to escape by wriggling forwards like a snake. With her hands locked to her sides it’s hopeless though. He’s a heavy man and his body weight pins her down. A fit woman would struggle to throw him off, even without restraints. Again and again we watch his hips rock back and forth, back and forth, as he thrusts his dick into her. It looks acutely painful for his victim, and Ja-Alixxe frequently shrieks during her rape. As ordered she fights to the end though, writhing underneath him even after he makes one long last straining thrust deep into her backside and his victory is complete. While he empties his seed, her suffering forces a long moan that matches his groan of pleasure. Fat man slices out of her and begins to climb off. We’re treated to a close-up of his rampant cock which is coated with a slime of semen, excrement and blood – evidence of the violence of his assault. No longer obliged to move, the bounty hunter goes limp except for her heaving ribcage. She rests her forehead briefly on the floor, allowing herself only a moment to succumb to the defeat, before lifting her chin to look at the baying crowd. The man in the boiler suit has had his pleasure, but it seems anally raping her in public was not enough to dissipate his hatred of her, or perhaps women in general. “Stay down, bitch!” he yells down at her, and without warning he smacks his open hand down on the back of her head, making her face slam hard against the concourse floor. There is a spray of blood and when Ja-Alixxe yet again lifts her dazed head, her nose looks broken and her lip seems split. (“Gods,” the woman next to me says, appalled) “Sorry about the damage,” the man in overalls says to Ja-Alixxe’s off-screen captor. He is back on his feet now, zipping up his overalls. “Nothing a bit of bacta won’t fix,” I hear Klink answer nonchalantly. His lack of concern seems to inspire others to step up. “Stay there but open your legs, Ja-Alixxe,” a pimpled young skinny man, barely adult, says. He’s ugly and immature, and in any other universe she wouldn’t look twice at him, but compelled by a slave implant she obeys him immediately, spreading her ankles wide so her body shape forms an inverted “Y”. “Keep still,” he says, and then I see this pathetic youth run up behind her and kick Ja-Alixxe as hard as he can at the defenseless apex offered between her open thighs. He has heavy work boots on and the contact is enough to lurch her torso forwards, but Ja-Alixxe barely groans. “Ha-ha, I got her right in the cunt!” he roars, laughing so hard what he’s done he collapses to the floor and rolls round in a ball. As though his actions trigger an avalanche the crowd close on her, and while Ja-Alixxe lies helplessly on the floor she receives the beating of a lifetime. It’s too horrific to watch and like many of the women around me I have to turn away from the screen. No one shows her mercy. It’s not even sexual, just an unleashing of hate. Some of the men have slave girls with them, and forced by their implants the slaves are ordered to participate as well. I’m glad that the many bodies block my view of how badly she’s mauled. “That will teach her to defy the proud men of the galaxy,” Wagner resumes approvingly. “If we were the weak ones, that would have been enough and we’d have let her die from that whooping, but a swift death would be far too good for Ja-Alixxe…” Gods no, is there’s more? And still on the public display of the concourse Ja-Alixxe is revealed now bent over a four-footed piece of furniture resembling a gymnastic pommel. The former Rape Runner is as naked as she was in the earlier scene. Her arms and legs, hanging vertically down, are shackled to the corners of the pedestal. Its short narrow cushioned surface is too small for her, so her pelvis protrudes from the back end, and a breast dangles either side of the central pad, hanging down like udders. She’s been belted down onto the device at her waist. We view her from behind first, which shows us that her position leaves her genitals and anus presented obscenely and immobile. Then the camera moves round to show us her front. I’m bracing in anticipation of bruises and dried blood, but as promised by Egregious Klink the bacta has done its work and she appears as though the earlier incident never happened. A sign hangs from her neck. “Free Fuck. Help yourself, while she lasts.” And the galaxy does help itself. With time-lapse footage accelerated to high speed we see man after man relieve himself into her, a fraction of a second for each one. I soon lose count. “Look behind her,” whispers Red Duchess in quiet horror. I notice for the first time the sign at the front of the emporium in the background. “Palace of Roses”, it says in the standard galactic script, and there is a logo of a red flower, its thorn-bearing stem encircled by chains. My stomach knots with fear, and I feel a cold sweat break out on my skin. That’s where I’m going. My view of the establishment is restricted by Ja-Alixxe’s body and the men raping her, but I can see near-naked girls lounging out front dressed only in the red slave-wraps of Aghara-Penthay. None of them look like the Harken woman. “Ja-Alixxe had her share of dicks,” Wagner says, interrupting my dreadful reverie. “But there’s still room in the tank, look.” The montage finishes with a view is of Ja-Alixxe’s face. Her hair has become crusted with some foul substance, and she has dried matter stuck to her cheek and on her forehead. She looks physically exhausted, but her eyes are still alert and she seems remarkably calm. Death is perhaps welcome when the alternative is sexual slavery. “How much more sperm can that girl hold before the end? Come to the hub on Aghara-Penthay to find out,” Wagner concludes, and the broadcast suddenly cuts to a black screen. Women look at each other in slack-jawed horror. “How can they be cruel?” I say, voicing what everyone must be thinking. “Is every male who’s not pacified like that? The dirty one in the overalls - why would he want to stick his thing in her ass?” White Queen is looking at me shrewdly. “How much do you know about unpacified males, Lara?” she asks suddenly. “And I don’t mean what we teach you in class. Practical experience. Have you ever been in the presence of one?” I feel myself beginning to blush like a schoolgirl. “Of course I’ve seen an unpacified male… On shore leave when I was a fleet engineer… At Rostora 6.” “But that was in a group with other Gaianesian women, yes? You all went to a bar, or something?” “Yes,” I say, “that’s exactly right.” “Then come on dear,” she says, taking hold of my upper arm. “Come to my office. It’s time someone gave you the talk.” 8 - Admissions “I don’t need a talk,” I say, slightly piqued, when we’re alone in the privacy of an office. “I’m not ignorant, you know.” I remember most everything from the sex-education classes women receive on Gaianesia. Gara and I were eleven years old, at least in the Republic standard reckoning. By then I’d had my first bleeding, and the full breasts that make my gender so utterly undeniable today had already begun starting to swell and they’d become tender. As always Gara had transitioned with me, becoming a woman two days after I did. We were fertile. The mechanics of how I might become pregnant I also already knew – insemination of selected sperm being the method practiced on Gaianesia, or for most of the galaxy, ejaculation by an unpacified male inserting his penis into the vagina. We Gaianesians are an enlightened culture, and schoolgirls laughed with horror that lesser women might want to endure physical contact with a male, when it was to us so obviously a disgusting and unclean process. Our teacher Dolorae was fighting a losing battle as she tried to explain the facts of life for so much of the galaxy. “We females are able to look upon someone’s body and find them desirable, so much so that there may come times you may wish to become physically intimate with another woman,” Dolorae said. “Some of you may be feeling this urges already, and there is nothing shameful in them. It is normal. I discuss them today because you need to understand the differing magnitude of sex drive between the genders. For us women, while our feelings may seem intense, particularly early into your maturity, for adult females sexual contact is something we can live without.” “It is important if you are ever to mix with offworlders that you girls understand that this is not the case with the brains of unpacified males.” “The hormones in a male’s bloodstream give him a desperate hunger to mate. It is a hunger so intense he cannot control it. Male orgasm relieves them of this hunger for short periods, but for the rest of the time whenever they see a desirable female, all they can think about is wanting to mate with her, and how they might remove any obstacles in their way from doing so. They will betray their friends, their morals, their principals, everything… just to satisfy their need to mate.” Dolorae looked at a sea of skeptical young faces and tried a different approach. “You don’t believe me? Think of the stim addicts begging on the streets. Their civility is erased by craving for the drug. It’s like that with unpacified males, and sex.” This seemed more plausible. “But in that case, it’s terrible for them!” said Onoona Arora in a shocked voice, putting her hand to her mouth. “How do they even function in daily life?” “It is difficult for them, yes, and they struggle, Onoona,” agreed Dolorae. “That’s why they are to be pitied, because they can’t focus on a normal life because of the urges they feel without the pacification, and it makes them stupid. Studies show that males on Gaianesia are happier, more intelligent and live longer lives than their counterparts in the rest of the galaxy. The program begun by Listu Adorin was for their benefit as well as ours.” Next to me Gara had raised her hand. “In that case why don’t planets in the rest of the galaxy implement the programs?” I still remember the guarded expression that flickered across Dolorae’s face before she answered my sister. “The other worlds aren’t as enlightened as ours. They consider pacification an act of repression. That’s why Gaianesia isn’t allowed to join the Republic – no worlds where there is gender segregation are permitted membership, even though we act in our males’ best interest.” Once she was sure we’d accepted this she continued: “Another issue is that once unpacified men develop to maturity, the sensation they receive from touching their penis is said to be extremely pleasurable. They don’t wish to give that up enjoyment. Finally there is the issue that as well as males and females taking physical satisfaction from intimacy with each other, some societies prefer to favor one companion and devote ourselves to them.” That concept was, as it were, alien to me and I frowned. There was nothing beneficial from being attached to just one individual Gaianesian, neither physical nor emotional, so why should anybody restrict themselves? Gaianesians are not prudish. True, our women are not intimate with males and reproduce is by artificial insemination from the breeding stocks, but that is because the concept is unpleasant, not because it is forbidden or we are inhibited. The only thing prohibited then and now is using The Reflex, but like any taboo, by our teens we’d all experimented with a trusted accomplice. We consider ourselves to be a sexually liberated society. Gaianesian women are raised to form loose groups of other women they care for, taking mutual comfort and sexual fulfillment from these friends. We dress relatively conservatively in public, but in private we’re frequently naked in the company of our all-female groups, using our tongues and hands on each other, playing with sex toys or practicing mutual masturbation. Before the day of Dolorae’s memorable sex talk I’d already experimented with Onoona, the two of us playing with each other’s bodies. Since then I’ve usually had several lovers on the go, but I reached my peak during my military service being intimate with all six of my fleet bunk-mates at once. With women to satisfy my emotional and physical needs, why would I lay with an unpacified male? There’s no reason. And that’s what I tell White Queen. “But don’t you have any curiosity about feeling a real cock inside you?” White Queen says rather brusquely. “In your pussy? The taste in your mouth? In your ass, even?” I frown at her. “I believe in the Gaianesian principles towards…” I bluster indignantly, but White Queen interrupts, waving her hand as though getting rid of a fly. “I’m sure you’re a model citizen, Lara. But all women occasionally feel certain curiosities. And what you risk enduring on Aghara-Penthay would be more bearable if you at least have a token interest in experiencing those curiosities which relate to experimenting with the opposite sex. So, asking you not as White Queen, or as your gender politics mentor, but as a private conversation between two women, just tell the truth. Do you want to feel a cock inside you?” I’ve had a dildo in there, but a man… Of course I’ve thought about it. Dreamed, sometimes. I guess it would be warmer – body temperature. It must be softer than the rubber-coated piece of vibrating plastic I used – for how could flesh filled with blood actually be “hard”? Does a penis have a smell? And his big hands? How would they feel? “I suppose just once it might be fun to find out.” I’m willing to concede. “And more submissive urges…” she continues immediately. “Have you experimented with The Reflex?” Now she’s going too far. “Of course not!” I say, my face flaring, but I remember being sixteen, the bedroom of a school friend, myself utterly inert lying back on her bed with my body turned to liquid desire. “Hmm,” White Queen says, her disbelieving stare making my embarrassment worse. “You don’t have to be coy with me. Whatever the politicians say about the official stance, our Intelligence operations do need some agents with those tastes. It makes it easier for them to function offworld in environments where men are dominant, if they find some enjoyment in their work.” “I hope you’re not suggesting Gara was one of those!” “Hmm,” she says noncommittally. “She was not!” I insist again. “And you’re hardly in a position to make insinuations about submission when you have that thing on your wrist.” That strikes home and White Queen angrily picks up a datapad, her expression hard. I recognize my image on the screen – the headshot taken for my service in the space fleet. “Then let’s move on. You’re twenty three,” she says, closing that discussion coldly. “So you’ve had your first insemination but didn’t carry the child?” “It was a male.” There is no need for explanation. An unfortunate outcome of only one in five births on Gaianesia being female is that to sustain a level of population each woman needs to bear at least five children during her lifetime to maintain our numbers of women. We have no use for so many surplus males, though. Insemination takes place by artificial injection of sperm extracted from one of the ideal men, genetically selected as breeders for their physical prowess and high intelligence. These very few unpacified males are kept locked away in the Breeding Tower, to protect us in case they lose their minds at the sight of our perfection. Each breeder male will inseminate thousands of women in his lifetime. But he will never be permitted to see any of our faces, and we will never have to see his. Should the female wish to bear a male child the baby will be handed over to one of the drone nurseries to be raised. Young females are also reared by drones, but there remains some family contact. My own line stubbornly keeps to the one-birth-in-five being female, but when the girls do come we seem genetically disposed to produce twins. My mother was one of twins, and so was grandmother, and great grandmother. Our genes are thus highly prized on Gaianesia for their potential for increasing the female population. It was difficult for Gara to get permission to take a career of dangerous military work when she’s so valuable for her expected fertility. Gaianesian females are usually expected to go through their first insemination at the age of twenty one and then again at a minimum of three years, but it is possible to delay the first time for reasons such as career progression or military service. “You seem quite sexually open minded,” White Queen says, skimming rapidly through pages of text in my file. I frown. How has she formed that opinion? What can be in there? “And yet, Lara, you seem to be hiding the curiosity in your nature from me behind a shield of the politically approved answers you think I want to hear. It’s as though you secretly want official sanction to seek out a man. Hmm.” I shake my head while she closes the file, as though reaching a conclusion. “Well, whatever your opinions, it would certainly be helpful for the character you’re trying to portray if you gain some experience with offworlders. You’ll arouse suspicion on Aghara-Penthay if a girl that’s too virginal choses to visit the Hub. So I’m allocating an agent to take you to the bars in the offworld enclave...” “You want me to go to Subtown?” I protest, interrupting, and then remember White Queen might not know its street slang name, “Subardin?” “I want you to go to Subardin, Lara. And while I can’t order you, I recommend your engaging in intimacies with one of the males there. Better you’ve been through it rather than being taken completely by surprise.” I feel obliged to be indignant. “Being open minded doesn’t mean I’m the kind of girl who visits that place.” “If you can’t survive an evening in the enclave, Lara, you’re not going to cope with the Slavers.” I frown at her, but secretly agree she has a point. A complete novice is unlikely to have the sexual confidence to take a tourist trip to Aghara-Penthay. Plus there is the tiny itch I can’t scratch of wondering what it feels like to have a male, an unpacified male, inside me. And here is the chance to experiment, and without fear of reprimand from the state. But I see a problem. I’m due to leave for Aghara-Penthay in only days and it takes me time to decide on a sexual partner. What if males are similarly cautious? “I can go to Subardin, but that doesn’t mean I’ll find a male willing to have sex with me,” I say uncertainly. Up to this point I’ve had the impression White Duchess doesn’t like me very much, but her coolness cracks into a knowing smile at my concern. “If you think that it’s going to be a problem when you look the way you do Lara, well that just proves why you need to go.” 9 – Experience Special Agent Hoola Rathanka is a pretty brunette in her late twenties. She has full pouting lips that give a deceptively sulky expression, but actually her personality turns out to be as bubbly as the curls of her long hair. I take an instant liking to her, and within five minutes of her arrival at my modest student apartment I’m already placing enough trust in her to let her riffle through my wardrobe and choose my outfit. Hoola herself is sporting a knee-length tight black dress, backless and low cut at the bodice. We are taught in sex education that unpacified men fixate on the female chest, and Hoola’s outfit has been chosen for that reason - to reveal she’s one of the few women of our age with a larger rack than I possess. Hoola is six inches shorter than I am, making her proportions seem more rounded than mine, but the toned muscles of her limbs revealed by that dress are athletic and slim, like the finest Gaianesian women. I find her attractive. Skirts and dresses which reveal so much leg are not common in Gaianesia, except for amongst the younger women who like to mirror the popular fashions of the unenlightened galaxy. I myself usually favor functional jumpsuits that cover the full body, although I do own a few more revealing garments kept for private parties amongst friends. Hoola takes out the most daring set I possess – a white skirt that only covers part-way down my thighs, and a strapless top like a tube that clings tightly around my breasts. I object immediately – no way to showing this in public – especially not to Subardin, but she insists. Do I want to attract a man or not? As though my intentions couldn’t be more obvious, once I’ve blushingly given in on the outfit she selects me some high-heeled sandals – something also only worn by Gaianesians when they’re trying to emulate the human females. I’m bustled out the door before I can think better of this whole idea, and feeling disgracefully exposed I leave my apartment with her, the two of us dressed in whorish fashions. While it’s not the first time I’ve worn this combination I’ve never felt ashamed of it before. Tonight it feels like the fellow students we pass in the corridor can read where I’m headed, and I have to fight down my glowing face. The team at The Fortress are paying for a taxi shuttle to take us on the thirty minute flight out of Solar City, and into the offworlders’ enclave three hundred miles away in Subardin, so luckily we’re spared the humiliation of speaking the destination out loud on public transport. While our citizens are entirely free, and as I’ve said already there are no prohibitions on Gaianesian women fraternizing with the residents of Subardin, everybody knows that normal Gaianesian women only go there for one reason, and precisely the one that’s our purpose tonight - to experiment with unpacified male sexual partners. It was decided long ago that our society could not risk offworld males running loose around Solar City, so a suitable location for a trading outpost was identified a short distance away. There, in the enclave, the water is not medicated, so males may safely visit to trade without losing any of their urges. During the day the commercial activity between ourselves and the offworlders is conducted. At night attention turns from credits to pleasure, entertaining our visitors with restaurants, holosuites, sporting facilities and bars. The place had only been functioning as a trading enclave for a few years before the settlement of Subardin began to grow up around it. We are not barbaric in Gaianesia, so the rulers of our planet had long sought a way to permit women who do not follow our social values to live out their lives, while protecting the rest of the population from pollution with deviant ideas. With the spontaneous birth of Subardin the problem unexpectedly solved itself. Women who sought longer term partnerships with unpacified males, and also those with a taste for sex outside the state-approved insemination programs, began to relocate by choice to the enclave. The numbers of women in self-exile were soon boosted by those under official punishment. Women found guilty of crimes such as sexual submission were banished to Subardin and not permitted to return to respectable society. Eventually there were so many of these sluts and submissives – one in five-hundred of the planet’s half billion population confined to live among the scattering of launch pads and merchant warehouses - that Subardin became one of Gaianesia’s largest cities and acquired its slang name – “Subtown”. Today a fortified wall forms a ring around the enclave of Subardin, giving it a ghetto-like atmosphere. Offworlders are permitted to roam within the barriers at will and a few even live there permanently in relationships with Gaianesian females, but they only step outside Subtown under close escort. Flying on approach for my first visit, I look down curiously at the sprawling apartment blocks below. Inside the walls it’s crowded with buildings, and as we fly over I look down and see that the landing pads peppering the enclave are hosting ships bearing emblems from across the galaxy. I can even make out figures moving, but I don’t get close enough to make out the features any aliens or and of the exiled-ones. That only begins when we disembark. On the ground I study each face eagerly. At first everyone I see is female. I’d expected the women who live here to appear weaker than I am, physical inferiority explaining their psychological failings, but most of these seem to be perfectly healthy specimens. I’m a little shocked by the brazenness of these women who are clearly fallen. The presence of someone like me should shame them with their disgrace, but a woman with purple markings nods a greeting to me as though nothing is wrong. I stare after her back until Hoola tugs my bare upper arm. Remembering my purpose I step after my escort, wobbling on my high heels, but once again I have to stop gawping like some yokel when I see the sex store. Hanging from a hook on view to any passer-by are the first pair of binding restraints I’ve seen in real life. They’re made of a fine material, almost delicate. It’s hard to believe someone couldn’t break them with a flex of a bicep. What’s more disturbing to me is their proportions – the diameter of the wristbands. These are too small for a male wrist, even an unpacified male. These binders are made for women. Hoola is trying to keep me moving. “Did you see what they were selling?” I say outraged. “That place should be shut down.” “We’re nearly there,” is all she replies. “Not far.” The bar Hoola has chosen is a spacious open-fronted structure with tables and chairs spilling out onto the street, not unlike the entrance to my destination – the Palace of Roses. Music blares out from inside and the lights glare bright with neon. “This is a typical place to meet men,” Hoola says, and then she pauses as we step under the awnings. “Once we have company it will be less easy to talk freely to each other, and I’m sure it won’t be long before they close in on us. So a last reminder - do what you need to with them except for one thing: whatever happens don’t agree to spend the night on their ship. It’s dangerous.” I nod even though she doesn’t need to give me the safety talk. Stories are rife of Gaianesian women who venture alone onto the offworlder’s ships, and then have their Reflex used to aid an opportunistic kidnapping. Some return disgraced after a few weeks. The less fortunate are lost forever, perhaps sold on to the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. In Subtown a woman needs to take care of her own protection, at least sexually speaking, as the view of the authorities is that any female who ventures there is “asking for it”, and proving crimes such as rape is almost impossible. But Hoola and I know the risks, and we’re watching out for each other. So although I’m feeling nervous uncertainty like any first-timer, I step boldly forward. Inside the bar it is busy, and unlike most Gaianesian venues, males outnumber females by about two to one among the clientele. Of course I see no Gaianesian men among the customers. The majority present from both sexes are human, although there’s a smattering of other species including a reptilian creature and giant blue skinned thing who looks as though he could break me with his hands. I recall that on other worlds it is more often men attracted into space and women the home, so I am not surprised that these alien ship crews are heavily biased towards the masculine. What makes me stop in my tracks is the way these male visitors stop to look at me. When we were little girls, Gara and I had a pet, a cute, furry species of mammal called a skrint. Intelligent, playful creatures, they originated as wild predators until Gaianesians began to domesticate them thousands of years ago. Nowadays there’s almost no trace of their hunting past in them, until the moment you put down their bowl of meat. Then you’d better not get in the way. Gara once tried to snatch away the food of our pet, no more than childish teasing, but the normally docile animal gave her such a vicious bite on the arm that Gara was left with a scar, and we had to convince our mother considered not to put the skrint to sleep. I relate this memory because it’s the only way I can describe the way the men in the bar look at me… exactly the way the skrint would look at its meal. Of course I’ve heard often about masculine sex drive, and that this urge is the way most of the universe reproduces, but experiencing the reality for the first time, I feel a swell of sympathy for these creatures hypnotized by their longing. Gods, what we’re taught is exactly right. This is how they are – males - slave to their desperate compulsion to mate with me. For some of them it’s so overwhelming their jaws hang open as though they’re about to drool. Almost every last man has his eyes on me, scanning up and down the curves of my body. The poor things are probably too drugged to realize what they’re doing, but I can’t feel sympathy when they’re making me so self-conscious. Stop staring, guys! They’re just my breasts, just my hips. I’ve never given my organs much thought before, but these male eyes are locking on my chest as though my tits define me. It wouldn’t be so bad if this treatment was shared evenly among the females, but adding to my discomfort is the fact that far more men are focusing on me than any of the other females present. Yes, I have often been told I’m exceptionally beautiful, and Gara and I both inherited our mother’s long legs and full protruding front. But Hoola is next to me, and even better endowed than I am. So what is it about me in particular that seems to cast a spell on these men? I follow Hoola forward, instinct keeping me close to her. Although the men all continue to watch, no one approaches us while we buy drinks. According to my briefing the men were expected to instigate the courting. Perhaps the information was incorrect. The bar is meant for a place for social meeting and interaction, but the groups seem to be keeping largely to themselves – ship crews each spreading to fill one of the circular tables. There’s nowhere to sit with them unless strangers make a place for us. The other Gaianesian women here are drinking separately, standing in small gaggles, although I can hear them giggling loudly and the more brazen are glancing towards the humans with open speculation. Perhaps we should ask our own species about courtship behavior. A woman crossing the floor jostles me, a human female in the brown overalls of a ship crew. I look after her and instead of apologizing she scowls at me before making her way to her busy table. I begin to think our plan will not be successful and the males will only watch, and not request to mate with me. “What now?” I ask Hoola anxiously, having to talk loudly over the music. “We wait for someone to make a move,” she shouts back. “But no one wants to talk to us,” I worry. “I’m sure it won’t be long. We’ve only been here a couple of minutes.” She has more confidence than I do about our attractiveness as sexual partners, but it turns out she’s right, for she’s barely finished this exchange when the first contender – a giant blue alien, looms over us. “Are you ladies looking for something unusual?” he asks. “His voice is raspy, as though he has laryngitis. “My penis is eighteen inches long and three inches thick.” Given we have no other takers I’m already pondering whether my vagina could tolerate penetration by something of that girth, but Hoola says firmly “I don’t think so”. And the blue alien seems to expect this rejection, for he is already moving away towards a circle of Gaianesian women who seem half hysterical with laughter that he’s chosen them to approach. Uncertainly I watch after him, hoping Hoola hasn’t just blown our only chance. But I’ve been worrying for no reason. “What about those guys?” I ask her, when I see two men in dark green flight overalls are clearly beckoning me. She turns to look. One of them is a lean fellow in his thirties. He’s human, with an olive skin and jet black hair that suggests ancestry from a world with a warm climate. He’s handsome, but has perhaps overly so. He’s taken too much care with his appearance – the stubble on his face is trimmed to neat razor lines and his elaborately styled hair suggest narcissistic self-obsession. Olive skin’s companion seems only partially human, a giant muscular black skinned male nearly seven feet tall with eyes formed of vertical reflective slits, more like those of a night-hunting mammal. This one watches me with the same intense stare of the other predators. Either would make a suitable sexual partner for our requirements, and Hoola agrees. “They’re satisfactory specimens, for males,” she says approvingly. “Why not?” The men are sitting on chairs around a circular table, the surface of which is already covered with empty glasses. There are only two free chairs – one in a small gap between the two men and the other at the giant’s side. I would have preferred the more open of the two, but Hoola makes for it quickly, leaving me only the place between them. It’s tight, and once I’m in position their broad shoulders and upper arms press against me. “Well hello, beautiful,” the smaller, groomed one says to me as soon as I’m sat down. “Aren’t you something special?” I’m irritated they’re ignoring my friend yet again so I make a point of gesturing to her as I primly introduce, “I’m Lara, and this is Hoola.” “Lara,” croons the groomed one, with barely a glance at my companion. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. My name is Gork Iren. I’m the flight officer, second in command on the merchant freighter Pride of Torconi. My friend here,” (and he indicates the dark giant) “is engineering officer Ker Armando.” “Pleased to meet you.” I say primly. “Hey guys,” greets Hoola with a wave from the fringes. “Can we buy you two beautiful ladies a drink?” the olive-skinned Gork asks me. He has to lean in close to be heard over the music, and his breath smells strange – not unpleasant, just different. “Why would you want to do that?” I reply. I genuinely don’t understand. Gaianesian women don’t buy alcohol for each other. And the drones socialize by themselves, doing whatever drones do when they’re not working. “You’re our guests,” Gork explains with an amused smile. “When someone is as beautiful as you are, you don’t need credits.” Really? For something that took me no effort and is purely down to my genetics, we get given gifts? I look to Hoola for a cue, and she seems to be expecting this offer, so I agree. Gork gets up and makes for the bar. In the interval we try to hold a conversation with the giant alien, who’s much quieter than his friend. I’ve already discovered Hoola can disarm anyone though, and before long she’s found out that Pride of Torconi has shipped technical equipment to Gaianesia. It has a crew of fifteen – thirteen male and two female. Gork, Ker and the two women are off duty this evening, but he says the two women don’t like coming to the bars in the enclave and have stayed on board. “Why not?” I ask. “They think this place is a meat market,” he states firmly. I shake my head. It seems unlikely that a bar that’s good enough for Gaianesian women might be deemed unsuitable by offworld females. It’s more likely their women feel inferior in our presence. But the men wouldn’t understand that. Gork returns with four tumblers of a bright blue liquid. He carefully selects the two he places in front of Hoola and I. “Delsich Fire Spirit” he informs us. “Be careful. It’s strong.” I’ve never heard of it before and we both sip cautiously. It does taste very alcoholic, but no worse than some of the distilled liquors I’m familiar with from Gaianesia. The drink produces a very fiery burn at the back of my throat though. “Best to knock it back in one go before the taste builds up, like this,” Gork tells us, demonstrating with his tumbler. I’m willing to be led by their cultural knowledge, and copy him. Alcohol hits me like a wall, but has the benefit of quickly rendering me relaxed and uninhibited. Conversation begins to flow more freely. The two men turn out to be very interested in us, and we’ve had little contact with offworlders so we’re as curious about them. I feel courageous enough to ask the men what it’s like being powerless under the control of their sex drives, but they claim they wouldn’t want it any other way. Tragic. Deluded creatures, but not seemingly violently ones, and I judge it’s safe to risk physical contact. I stroke Ker’s hair sympathetically, telling him he’s so lost that they don’t even understand how much happier he could be. Gork fetches another round of fire spirit, and then another. Always Gork, and although we offer, we don’t ever pay for anything. Returning to the table he’s always careful distributing the tumblers – “this one is yours, Lara.” Gradually the conversation becomes intimate. I find myself answering questions about whether I’ve been with an unpacified man before (answer – of course not). Have I been with other women? Of course. Do we enjoy penetrating each other with dildos and artificial aids? Yes – we do. Do many Gaianesian women experiment with restraint or submission? No, only those deviants who deserve exile here. And is that why I’ve come to Subardin? No! Certainly not. By now I’m saying much more than I’d intended at the start of the night, but given the purpose of our mission, it’s not a bad thing that I’m drunk enough to not feel embarrassment. If the men don’t initiate a sexual encounter soon I’ll have to take charge, so it’s easiest to keep the conversation on physical pleasure. The fire spirit doesn’t just effect my throat, but gives me an intense warm glow through my body. Heat particularly pools at my most intimate place, and at one point when I re-cross my bare legs in my short skirt I realize I’ve become aroused and my nipples are tingling. When did that happen? I’m not just aroused. I’m so wet between my legs even the blue alien could penetrate me. Perhaps sensing my growing receptiveness, our chosen males start putting their hands on me. The giant meaty hand of the dark man is one the pale bare skin of one of my exposed thighs, and his smaller but still masculine companion runs his fingers along my other leg. The points of contact send stronger electric jolts to the receptive center of my sex, making me want to squirm. Further round the table. Ker’s other hand has worked its way right between Hoola’s legs. She seems to be much more intoxicated than I am, so much that she is barely staying upright in her chair. I’m not sure what she and Ker have been talking about until she declares, loudly and abruptly enough for the nearby tables to hear, “We’re here on a mission so Lara can have sex with a man.” It’s lucky she slurs her words so badly she’s difficult to understand but a few faces nearby smile all the same. Initially I’m embarrassed by her outburst, but then I remember what other reason brings Gaianesian women to Subardin? It’s not as if I’ll ever see any of these women again anyway, and besides, I am getting so turned on. “Secret mission,” repeats Hoola. “Shhh. Very secret mission.” The smaller, groomed man, Gork, touches my breast. He cups the underside of my heavy flesh and tests the weight as though he’s choosing a large piece of fruit. Then he glides his hand over the rounded surface, smooth except where my erect nipple protrudes visibly against the thin fabric of my top. I watch all this take place with mild bemusement. I like having partners play with my breasts and I don’t mind, although I’d have preferred he asked my permission first. What’s different with my first man is the way he squeezes more roughly than is ideal – something I’m sure he wouldn’t do if he knew how it feels for a woman. “Really Lara, you have the most magnificent pair of boobs I’ve ever touched,” he tells me, and I shrug acceptance at the compliment. I’m about to explain its no more than genes, but without warning Hoola slumps forward as though she’s fallen asleep, and just in time before her head whacks the table she sits back upright with a jerk. “I think we’d better get the ladies out of here before we attract attention,” Ker speaks across me to Gork. The men get up, and we also try to rise. Suddenly Hoola can barely stand, and Ker has to support her by pinning her elbows against her using his strong arms. I’m in a better state than she is, but I wobble precariously on my high heels and I’m grateful when Gork’s arm goes possessively around my back. He half-carries me from the bar, out into the cool starry night. “Perhaps you’d like us to take you to our ship and give you a tour?” Gork asks as we’re maneuvered further from the noise of the bar into the narrow twisting street. A tour would be good, but I’m not so drunk as to have forgotten my mission, though. I’ve come here for a reason, a reason that makes my personal craving for penetration even more urgent. I only want to see their ship if the men maintain interest in me. In only a slight slur I confidently state, “I’ll only see the ship if you’re willing to have sex with me there.” I’m not sure why the two men find this so funny, but they both laugh out loud. “I think we’ll be okay with that,” Gork reassures me. With that settled I look around. There aren’t many people around on the street now. It’s not dark though, with Gaianesia’s green-tinted moon large enough to provide illumination even on cloudy nights. The span of stars across the Dorichi galaxy looks beautiful, but looking up at them makes me dizzy and I see an afterimage when I move my head. My ankle gives way and I stagger again, but Gork’s arm keeps me on my feet. Walking shouldn’t be this hard. I must be wasted. Night air usually helps clear my head but this time the alcohol seems to affect me even more strongly outside. I comment on this. “The fire spirit…” I murmur, my voice sounding slurred and drowsy. “It tasted strong, but I shouldn’t be this intoxicated.” “That will be the drugs I added when I was at the bar,” is Gork’s casual answer. “I put a powerful aphrodisiac in yours, which both makes you compliant and also makes you very horny. And for your friend – she got something to help her sleep so she won’t disturb us while the three of us have fun.” “Well that’s not very nice of you,” Hoola slurs in a childish, petulant voice. “What if I want sex too? At the very least you should have asked permission.” I agree. I’m a bit annoyed as well, and I swipe weakly at Gork, batting him with my limp hand. But having gone through this much already when experiencing a man is what I’d wanted anyway, it would be harming myself to have to start over. Besides, they’re kind-of doing me a favor when my current level of chemically induced arousal leaves me in a much better state than not being turned on. And oh, am I turned on. Between my legs I’m aching to be touched. The craving need of my body dominates me so much that I can think of little else. With so much of my attention on my erogenous zones the world keeps turning unreal and disconnected from me, and I find myself dipping in and out of awareness. At one point Gork is conversing with Ker, saying, “It’s just like I told you. Don’t worry about the female dominance thing here on Gaianesia. I’ve never been anywhere else in the galaxy it’s so easy to get laid… at least laid for free. All these curious neglected females naively trust in their own superiority, and they don’t think for a moment they might be exploited. Plus the genetic control of their breeding means they’re all gorgeous. Mind you, Lara here is exceptional even by the standards of this world. I couldn’t believe our luck when a creature like her walked into the bar.” I frown petulantly. I’m not the only beautiful woman here. They mustn’t keep forgetting Hoola. I try to protest but only manage a moan that sounds sensual even to my ears, the vibration of my vocal chords triggers a tremor between my legs and for a while I’m lost again in my own body. Next thing I know is the moment when I notice I’m walking oddly, in short restricted steps. “Wait, something’s wrong,” I say to Gork, and we stop. Looking down I see what the problem is – my panties have ended up just above my knees, so they’re stretching when I move my long legs. I’m not sure how they got there, because the simple white thong was tight on me, and couldn’t have possibly come down on its own. “Oh!” I say, confused. I hear other voices, people laughing and joking. The crew of another ship are coming towards us, relaxing offworlders on their way home from another bar no doubt. The crew in uniforms are all human – four men and one women. They have three Gaianesian girls with them. Each guy has his arm around one of the women. All eight in their party choose me to stare at. The men have curiosity in their expressions and the same look of hunger I seem to provoke. The women see me – a Gaianesian with her thong around her knees – and their faces show contempt, so I leer at them. What’s their problem? It could happen to anybody. I decide it would be easier with no panties than walking like this, so I abandon them on the dusty street. I’m very wet between my legs and the sensation of air freely moving under my high skirt is pleasant. Time progresses in jerky moments. Jump to us in the hanger looking up at the Pride of Torconi’s hull. Like most freighters it’s a boxy thing, built to maximize space, but there is pride in the men’s voices. I make appreciative noises. Hoola is having to be carried in Ker’s vast arms, and seems to be asleep. A crew member stands watch at the ship’s gangplank. “Who are these?” the guard asks the men with a knowing grin. “Locals…” replies Gork. The guard says he can’t let us on board without the captain’s say so, but there is an exchange of credits and assisted by our escorts we’re inside the vessel. “Don’t let anyone catch you with them or we’re all in trouble,” the guard warns. “We’ll have them in a taxi shuttle before morning,” Gork reassures him. “This isn’t going to take long. We only want to nail the hot one.” I don’t remember if we ever did get shown around, but next thing I’m aware of is being in a large, opulently furnished cabin with a huge satin bed, a sunken bath nearly the size of a small swimming pool, and leather covered sofas. Hoola is dumped face first onto one of these, limp as a sack, and on impact she remains so still she must already be out for the count. Without even checking she’s okay the men begin to undress me. I’m perfectly capable of removing my own clothes, but they want to do it for me, and although I’m wildly aroused I’m not so wasted as to enjoy the way these two strip me. There’s a forceful insistence to their actions – one of the men always kissing me and holding my arms to prevent me interfering, while the other tugs at my clothing. But my sedated willpower reminds me yet again the reason I’m here is to feel a male cock making love to me, which necessarily requires enough exposure of my body to enable penetration, so I remain consensual throughout. Nonetheless, what little of the sensible Lara remains warns me that if I was to change my mind, the atmosphere would turn ugly and I’m not sure they’d accept “no” for an answer. In a sense, I’m in danger. Ker turns my head to kiss me firmly on the lips as my skirt comes down and I’m left naked below the waist. This new experience of the sandpaper rubbing against my mouth is erotic for its novelty. Gaianesian pacified males do not develop facial hair and all my previous sexual partners have been women, so I’ve never felt rough skin like this against mine before. At one point Ker pulls me too him, and I feel the most important thing for the first time. Like a solid rod between his legs. So that’s it – a real male erection. The ultimate expression of men’s uncontrollable desire to mate, and the source of so much conflict and suffering across the galaxy. “Oh,” I say. I know the theory – a male penis fills with blood and becomes rigid - but at my first experience of the actual organ I find it much firmer than I’d expected. Up to this moment I’ve believed that if I suffer an attempted rape when I go to Aghara-Penthay, someone wouldn’t be able to penetrate me against my will with something as insignificant as a prick. We’re taught that a woman has to be mentally weak to succumb to rape. But no. Overpower me and a male could force one of those things inside me with no problems, and I’d be defeated just like so many women through history have succumbed to the violation of their bodies. I’m glad my drug addled brain and the attention of my escorts means I’m unable to contemplate the significance of this discovery. My top is tight, and I have to raise my arms to help Ker pull it over my head. The under-layer is built into it and comes away with the same movement, suddenly spilling my breasts free. Males do not have tits of course, and that means female chests such as mine are fascinating to them. Gork doesn’t even wait until I’m completely undressed before groping me, squeezing me roughly and pulling at my nipples so hard the handling becomes uncomfortable. “Oh, look at these hooters,” he says to Ker, lifting their weight out in his hands to show his friend. “Have you ever seen anything so fine?” At this point my drugged haze clears enough to become aware that I am nude, but the men are still clothed. Granted Gork is already tugging down the zipper of his flight suit, and I gather he intends to at least partially strip as well. But the unease I’d begun to feel earlier intensifies if I consider that I, who as a proud Gaianesian should be the dominant one, am put in a subservient state of being the only one in the cabin naked. It’s a relief to let the dream state claims me once more, so I let it claim me and next thing I know I’m stood passionately kissing Ker, the larger of the two me. I am tall compared to human women, but even so the height difference between us is so great his colossal erection presses against my abdomen. I remain wetter than I’ve been in my life, and any time my various concerns threatens to crystalize into coherent resistance the drug dispels them like scattering startled birds. All the same I have enough self-awareness left to know I should be humiliated by what Ker demands next: “If you want me to fuck you, let me smell your pussy.” “What?” “I think there’s nothing sexier than the scent of female. So please… get on your hands and knees on the bed, and from behind let me press my nose into your pussy and breathe in the smell.” My face flares with embarrassed indignation. No, I really don’t like the sound of him smelling my pussy. But inexperience makes me uncertain whether this request is perfectly normal in heterosexual encounters, and unable to come up with an objection I find myself giving in, on all-fours with my bare rump thrust out behind me and feeling very exposed as I sense him approach my genitals. Then the hard ridge of his nose is pressing against my clitoris, and there’s the sense of air flowing over my vulva as he inhales the fragrance of my wetness. Although it’s shameful being naked in a position like a beast waiting to be mounted, the sensation of Ker’s nose making gentle movements against my aroused trigger is intensely pleasurable. The part of me that wishes to flee once more evaporates and when Ker breaks contact to pull down the zipper of his suit I groan with longing. “That’s the greatest smell in the universe,” Ker murmurs to Gork. Meanwhile Gork has stripped himself. His body is wiry and lean, the muscles and sinews as defined as though he’s a medical school teaching model. The black hair sprouting on his body is strange to me – the pacification measures mean our own males never develop such growth, and I reach out to him to run my fingers through the thick rug on his chest. He is very aroused. His penis protrudes horizontally from his body, sprouting from another nest of the midnight black hair. Gork is circumcised, and the head of him with its vertical slit is a darker color than the rest of the organ. The shaft is not perfectly round like a rolling pin, but ridged and deeply contoured with veins. It’s intriguing to me and I can’t imagine what it must feel like to possess one. Curious overriding my other concerns, I wrap my hand round it, but after only an instant where I feel the warm firmness he gasps and draws back out of reach as though I’ve stung him. “I’m sorry,” I say, embarrassed, not sure what I’ve done wrong. “No, it was nice. It’s just if you keep hold, you’ll make me climax before I’m inside you,” he explains. “Oh,” I blush. I didn’t know that. Now the dark giant, Ker, has also extracted his cock. There is no further removal of clothing – he merely frees his organ. Ker’s penis, like the rest of him, is vast. Larger than any dildo I’ve ever had inside me. I’m thankful I’m so well lubricated in preparation, but even so it’s going to be a stretch. I can see straight away he’s non-human, for there’s something additional on his penis – short spur-like ridges running down the length, as though someone decorated it with a series of thick lines. Ker follows the line of my gaze and understands my questioning. “In males of my species the penis is barbed,” he says. “The barbs usually remain flat against the shaft, but reflexively extend during mating. So do not try to suddenly withdraw once I’ve penetrated you, or it will tear your inside. If you want me to stop fucking you, must warn me first, and I’ll take it out.” He could tear me inside? Gods… I’ve never heard of this before and I become properly afraid. I shrink back from him as an adrenaline rush momentarily clears the clouds of the drug for a moment. I feel I have enough willpower to leave now, but Ker gently insists, “It won’t hurt. Not unless you fight. Just lie on your side on the bed,” and next thing I know there I am with him facing me, also lying on his side only inches away. His cock has already found its way to the apex of my legs, the hard tip pressing against my wet vulva. With the virgin’s anxiety before her first time I look up shyly, and he sees my fear and kisses me reassuringly on the lips with that scratchy mouth. Behind me Gork also mounts the bed, so I’m sandwiched between the two men. Over my increasing heartrate I try to remind myself that all is going to plan. Ker will take me, just as I wanted a man to, then his friend will follow, and I’ll have the knowledge of two males to steady my resolve before I face Aghara-Penthay. Women enjoy long periods of foreplay with their partners. But all I find happening on my first time with an unpacified male is that after briefly caressing my nipples (which sends a warm rush of stimulation through me), Ker lifts my thigh to expose my sex so he can press the head of himself against my nether lips. Then with a firm thrust from his pelvis he spears deep inside my body. I cry out loudly as I’m penetrated. Gods, this man is huge. I feel distended with him – he’s far larger than any artificial lovemaking aids I’ve used. It’s overwhelming. If I weren’t stretched enough there is even more pressure against my inner walls as the barbs press into the delicate tissue of my vagina. The knowledge I’m at genuine risk of harm from these additions adds an element of fear I’ve never felt before during a sexual experience, but it also feels so good it’s mind-blowing. Ker begins to draw gradually backwards and he fucks me with steady rhythmic thrusts of his pelvis. His huge girth means the stimulation is at the upper range of my tolerance, and I understand why women moan whorishly in pornographic movies. I’m emitting the same noises myself each time he rams forward, burying himself so deep into me that his balls press against my apex. During the brief instances when I can think coherently, I try to analyze whether what’s happening to me is pleasurable. If I can confirm a taste for men, I have less to fear encountering males on my short visit to the Slaver’s world. But although I’m undeniably aroused by Gork and Ker’s touching, by the aphrodisiac and by my own natural desire, and yes, although I’m wet and receptive, I’m still not sure heterosexual intercourse is for me. So far my mission to Subardin isn’t helping me anticipate being on a whole hub full of randy males. Back in the present I’ve been expecting Gork to wait his turn with me, so I’m surprised when while Ker is still fucking me Gork closes in to press his nude body against my bare back. Sandwiched between the two men I feel him steer the stiff rod of his cock into the cleft between my buttocks. I tense completely from instinct to repel him, but he slides easily between my cheeks as though he’s oiled himself. With one hand he shifts his cock along me, probing, and I feel an intense rush of fear as I realize what he intends to do. Hold on, I didn’t agree to this! I certainly hadn’t set out this evening intending to let someone penetrate my ass as well as my pussy. Okay, once in a secret shameful moment with a girlfriend anal sex was discussed, and I even let her put a dildo in there to see what it felt like. But I found nothing but discomfort. It’s not for me. I stiffen, automatically trying to push myself away the cock already inside me, but that only presses my back more firmly against Gork. “No!” I say. Ker sees that I’m beginning to resist, so he tries to stroke my head soothingly before I injure my insides on his barbs. But while head-stroking might be comforting to a human woman, it’s certainly the wrong way for a male to calm a Gaianesian female. “Don’t touch my hair,” I snap in a far more frightened voice. He moves his hand from me immediately. By then the threat of The Reflex has distracted me for long enough that his friend is already penetrating into my backside. I’m not wet at my rear, and despite the oil coating him there’s a sharp piercing pain as he breaks though the ring of muscle, and I cry out. The initial flaring discomfort recedes immediately though, and once he’s deep enough inside me I find I can bear it as the two men screw me at the same time – one withdrawing as the other one thrusts forwards, in a steady rhythm. Having two of them take me at the same time seems to double the stimulation from my pelvis, and for a while I lose any will to resist and much awareness of myself, not even knowing if I’m speaking, crying out or silent. Hands seem like they’re all over me, with my breasts their favorite place to grope. The mauling my tits receive is vigorous - on the verge of being too rough, but the squeezing tugging on my nipples is pleasurable all the same. By the time I regain any self-possession the ordeal is almost over, and it’s too late for me to object. It is Gork who climaxes first. He emits an animal moan of lust and pulls me hard against him so my buttocks squash against his pelvis. His cock is buried to its deepest in my bowel, and I cry out again as he stiffens and holds me tightly in place. This seems to push Ker over the edge. He rams himself forward as well, and I feel the barbs extend as he grips to shoot his seed as far into me as he can. And that’s it. I’ve had sex with men, vaginally and anally. With it over all three of us wait limp for a few moments. I wasn’t aware of exerting myself but I discover I’m panting as though I’ve run a race and I seem to be covered in sweat. The two men also seem to be exhausted. Both of their cocks are still inside me, but I feel no sign of the organs beginning to shrink. “Gods, that was the fuck of a lifetime,” gasps Gork, addressing his friend rather than me. “Mmm,” agrees Ker with a satisfied bass chuckle. The giant smiles down to me and leans in to kiss my forehead tenderly when his friend abruptly withdraws from my backside. Strangely it’s more painful than when he entered me, and I shriek loudly enough to disturb Hoola into giving a sleepy groan. Ker withdraws then, carefully. I actually feel his barbs retract so he doesn’t damage the delicate flesh inside my vagina. Even so the friction against my walls stimulates me so intensely that I moan as whorishly as a human. When he’s gone, leaving a trickle of sticky fluid between my thighs and a sensation of emptiness, I feel as though I’m still stretched open. I’m the only one who didn’t climax during intercourse, so I’m still intensely aroused. The aphrodisiac has not yet worn off, and trying to reassert my authority in this encounter I remind myself there’s no shame in a proud Gaianesian woman empowered with understanding of her own body. That’s why the first thing I do when they’re no longer within me is to roll onto my front, reach my hand between my legs and I masturbate. My rump, up in the air to allow my hand access to my genitals, makes rhythmic circular movements which probably look obscene to the two men. Touching my pussy feels different to me – the mix of Gork’s fluids with my own juices making them viscous and tackier than normal. “Gods, look at her go,” I hear Gork say from behind me in a tone almost like awe. Yes, I think with satisfaction. Look at me. Admire my feminine strength. The responses of my body are more familiar now, despite the aphrodisiac drugs and alcohol. Ignoring the insignificant males I bring myself to orgasm rapidly and it’s an explosive one, where I’m unable to keep down my cries of pleasure. The adrenaline rush during sex must have been keeping me alert, for almost as soon as I’ve climaxed all sense of presence leaves me yet again, and I’m uncertain whether events are real or dream. I see an image of Hoola nude on the bed beside me, lying on her back screwing Gork with almost desperate passion. I also have a phantom memory of lying face down on the bed lifting my ass up in the air while Ker’s hand explores the naked curves of my rump, and hearing the two men converse in low voices. Ker says to Gork, “Do you know how many credits this one would be worth if we could get her to the market?” and Gork replies, “No, she’s been nice to us, and besides, we don’t finishing loading the ship for two days. There will be a search for them by morning if they really are government operatives. We’d never make it off-world.” I’m no more certain that the memory of that is any more truthful than the one of the two men pulling me back into my clothes, and then carrying my limp form between them out to a waiting taxi shuttle. But the last part at least must have happened that way, for even though I have no sure recollection of dressing myself or of leaving the Pride of Torconi I did leave Subardin somehow. My mission to gain male experience successfully is completed, but at the cost of me feeling nothing like the victor. 10 – Gone I have the mother of all headaches, and I groan. The sunlight, shining through a slotted blind, pierces my skull like a splinter. I groan again. My surroundings are unfamiliar, but the architecture is reassuringly Gaianesian and I quickly work-out this must be Hoola’s apartment. Her naked body is entwined with me under the crisp white sheets. Hoola stirs when I groan, and she emits a sound that suggests she’s suffering even more than I am. Then she pushes herself upright, the sheet sliding away to reveal her nudity. The special agent climbs gingerly out of bed; shuffles uncertainly towards the bathroom and I hear her vomit copiously. I shift position on the mattress, discovering new sensations which had been masked by the intensity of the headache. My breasts ache from being groped too long and too firmly. My anus and pussy feel as sore as if I have internal friction burns. Gradually the memories come. The bar; Gork; Ker; my drugged awareness; being naked on their ship; my discomfort about what was happening to me; but Gork penetrating my pussy and Ker my backside anyway; and then uncertain fragments until Hoola’s apartment. “I have painkillers,” Hoola tells me reemerging from the bathroom. I try to smile gratefully, but even that hurts. First things first - dealing with the headache is more important that dealing emotionally with last night. But when I sit up I’m overcome with dizziness. Hoola has to lend me an arm before I’m stable enough to keep on my feet. For a society where males are pacified and feel no sexual desire for women, Gaianesia is surprisingly prudish about nudity in public places. But in private, among female friends, it’s a different matter. So I’m not surprised when Hoola walks away through a doorway without bothering to dress. Around those I trust, I too find it relaxing to be unclothed, and it’s not uncommon I arrive at a friend’s home and immediately strip. But this morning, for some reason I’m feeling unusually self-conscious, and in need of the protection of having my body covered. So I borrow a robe of a rich silken material, and tie it around myself before following Hoola through to her apartment’s small kitchenette. There she hands out pills and brews the java that will also restore my spiritual balance. Our medical science is a source of great pride on Gaianesia, and it takes these new drugs only five minutes to make us both feel miraculously back to normal. During this time we sit in silence on the cream sofa, reflecting on the night before. My period is due and I can feel the first twinges of cramp, and I try to convince myself that’s the reason I’m feeling irritable. But I know that’s a lie, and the true source of my frustration is the two men and what they did to me. “They didn’t have to drug us,” I complain when I eventually feel up to talking. “We were going to have sex with them anyway.” Hoola looks at me with a wise expression. “Is that why you’re looking so moody? You’re pissed that they tricked us so easily?” I frown at being read transparent. “Hold on to that emotion. It might help you, in a way Lara. Whatever happens to you on Aghara-Penthay you’re going to feel exploited afterwards, and this lesser experience will toughen you for what’s ahead.” “It’s not the sex. I want to know why they had to drug us. Because their male urges made them that selfish? They were so desperate for us not to change our minds that they didn’t care if they made us unwell? And are all unpacified men like that, or where those two particularly bad?” I know that in principle I have a body which is desirable to the unpacified. My face is considered exceptional even by other women, my legs are long, and my breasts are ripe and full. But it’s just a body when all said and done. I can’t understand why a male would make someone sick, just to make certain he could relieve his urges. “It’s not just about sex drive. There’s a power thing to factor in,” Hoola answers. “Males are compelled to conquer. They liked that the drugs gave them some power over us.” Images flash through my head. Walking through the dark street and realizing my panties were around my knees. Did I really do that? My growing discomfort with being with them, but then finding myself lying naked on the bed anyway. The barbs from Ker’s penis scraping inside me. The smaller man penetrating my anus. And every single time I tried to resist my willpower dissolving. “They should be reported,” I state, clutching the robe to me. Hoola shakes her head. “No one would listen. We went freely to Subardin. We drank the drinks they bought us. The authorities will say we were asking for it. They’d be more likely to sanction us than the men. The guys would only have to claim we behaved submissively, and we could get in real trouble. Anyhow, you were on a mission to get laid. It’s not like they did anything you didn’t want, did they?” She looks at me shrewdly. “What did they do while I was out of it, Lara? I don’t remember much until waking up with the smaller guy screwing me, and that was just before we left.” (A memory of Gork’s iron hard penis moving between my buttocks, and me saying “No!” but then him painfully entering me anyway.) “All they did was make love to me,” I lie, “the bigger one first and then his friend. Then I passed out.” But my face is flaring with the shameful recollections, and it feels like it must be obvious I’m hiding something. I’m too embarrassed to tell Hoola that Gork was able to take me in the ass though. Gaianesian women are supposed to be strong, and she might think I have submissive tendencies if I admit that all it took was a pill slipped into my drink, and I gave them everything they wanted. Hoola looks at me shrewdly, but when she speaks her tone is gentle. “It’s okay. Most of the galaxy isn’t like Gaianesia, Lara. Men are usually the predators and women the prey. You’re now aware of the truth that away from here you’re vulnerable, and being more wary will stand you in good stead on the Slavers’ Hub. So don’t beat yourself up about whether the men bested you last night. It doesn’t matter.” But it matters to me. I’m supposed to be the strong one, the aggressor. There is another flashback of the two flight crew penetrating me, and when it’s gone I can still feel where their hands were on my body and feel the soreness in my anus. And it wasn’t just Gork and Ker. So many men in the bar looking at me with the same hungry eyes. I shake my head trying to dispel the thoughts. My new knowledge is not helping me prepare to visit Aghara-Penthay. The dread I was feeling at the prospect of that place is tipping towards terror. “I’m gonna use your shower,” I say with a weary sigh. “I feel unclean.” “Help yourself,” Hoola says in a kindly voice. “I’ll watch the news on the video screen.” I get the shower running, but I haven’t even stepped into the stream of steaming water before Hoola runs into the bathroom after me. The tender expression she wore only a moment earlier now looks on the brink of tears. “You’d need to see this broadcast, Lara,” she says in a voice breaking with emotion. “There’s news from Aghara-Penthay. Ja-Alixxe is dead.” I stop the water and the bathroom falls silent. Ja-Alixxe was condemned to be raped until death, so she must have only had hours left and it’s not as though her actions in the Rape Run deserved the sympathy of other women. I shouldn’t be shocked, or sad. But I hurry back through to the main room anyway. I’m expecting a news ticker headline of “raped until dead”, but the text I see is something staggeringly different. “Suicide bombing on Aghara-Penthay Trading Station claims the life of condemned former Rape-Runner, Ja-Alixxe.” “What?” I gasp. A regular news service would just relate what happened rather than have the bad taste to show it, but Hoola has tuned into the uncensored broadcast channel by the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. They have no such scruples. In the first images Ja-Alixxe is alive, still on her front as she’d been before with her limbs strapped to the legs of the same horse and her pelvis thrust out behind her. Only this video footage of her is poor quality – someone’s home movie acquired by the Slavers rather than an official broadcast. “I can’t believe you’re fucking the Ja-Alixxe, Dojo,” says a male voice in high excitement from behind the camera. I can’t either, for the ugly man who is “fucking her” is so fat it’s surprising he’s able to penetrate his victim. No free woman would consent to mating with that beast. This is a rape. He’s stripped to the waist and sweat pours into the crevices between his rolls of flesh and he has an animal grimace of arousal. I shouldn’t feel too much sympathy for the man’s victim. We are taught that a woman must have some inherent weakness before she can be raped. But after last night I’m not so sure of my long-held beliefs, and it doesn’t feel so impossible that even someone like me could end up in her situation. Ja-Alixxe has become filthy, and looks even more ruined than at the end of the earlier rape montage. Her strength has gone, so when the man behind the camera commands, “resist him, slavegirl!”, even aided by the compulsion of an implant she barely manages to raise her head. I hear a wet slap each second in time with her rapist’s pelvis pounding against hers. Oh merciful gods, how many times must she have been taken over the days she’s been there? Yet another male victory is progressing inexorably when something unexpected happens. “What the fuck?” the man filming says, and our view pans up to give a view not of Ja-Alixxe, but of what’s behind the rutting couple. Again I see the sign for the House of Roses – the destination where Riyena waits for me. But there’s barely time to take in the brothel because of the stark naked girl running at full speed towards the bounty hunter. “Look out!” a guard warns, but no one avoids her. People simply stop in incomprehension to watch. The woman is a female of the Sadami species, distinctive because of her blue tinted skin, and the heavy fronds of flesh that surround her face and flow down to her waist, as though they’re thick trunks of hair. Her face is marked with the slave symbol of Aghara-Penthay, and that makes her a very rare captive indeed, for Sadami females are hardly ever held alive. Their digestive systems rely on bacteria producing a highly explosive gas, and the Sadami long ago evolved a mechanism to self-ignite the gas, turning themselves into living bombs. A highly religious and conservative culture, Sadami oppose any circumstances of a woman revealing her bodies, except to a marriage partner. It is a terrible sin. Whether she does it willingly or not, a woman exposed to a male-who-is-not-her-husband is shunned forever by their society. So the woman in this footage is disgraced, unless she finds forgiveness through the one way a shamed Sadami woman can redeem herself. Exploding to fulfil the aims of the holy war earns any Sadami, male or female, an instant place in their heavenly paradise. Such conservative views mean Sadami culture opposes everything to do with the worldly pleasures of Aghara-Penthay, and the Slavers’ Hub was a target for suicide attacks until Sadami ships were forbidden from docking. Nowadays their species are prohibited travel to Aghara-Penthay, unless the Sadami citizen is first given a slave implant. Slave implants prevent the carrier taking their own life, or harming any male. There is no escape from slavery on Aghara-Penthay once you have an implant in your brain stem, not even using the ultimate solution. The Sadami willingness for sacrifice and ability to self-detonate makes it rare that their females are ever captured, however a rare few are stunned or drugged before they know what’s happening, and wake to find themselves rendered harmless. That’s what must have happened to this woman, for she has been slave-marked and is stark naked. Poor creature – her life will have been hell. Captive Sadami women are highly valuable, prized even more highly than Gaianesians by collectors of flesh if they’re considered beautiful. I’ve never seen one nude before. And this woman would be pretty, were it not for the look of dreadful anguish on her face. But what’s she doing? I don’t have to wait long for an explanation. “Faulty implant!” bellows the guard. “Somebody shoot her.” Even though I’m only watching a screen I recoil in horror. About one in fifty slave implantations are supposed to be unsuccessful or to function only partially. The Slavers of Aghara-Penthay are the best in the galaxy at using the technology and have made recent improvements, but it’s still not completely reliable. This Sadami woman’s implant is not working. The prohibition on killing is not there. She can detonate. I raise my hand to my mouth to stop myself crying out as I understand what is about to happen. The Sadami woman reaches Ja-Alixxe, who looks up in time to see the blue-skinned female gently touch her cheek. “Rest with honor, sister,” the living bomb says to the bounty hunter. Instantaneously the screen fills with a white flare, and there is a roar of sound. The Slaver broadcast cuts abruptly and the screen returns to the regular galactic news – an extremely dull article about the supply of alloys used for spaceship manufacture. Hoola and I are left staring numbly at the screen. It should be a mercy. Instead of Ja-Alixxe’s ordeal going on perhaps for days more, it was over in an instant. And instead of her death by gang rape proving male dominance, she became a martyr to women’s resistance. But I’m shocked by the violence of her demise anyway, and I mourn the bounty hunter. “Such cruelty, in the galaxy,” I eventually say. “There was never any warmth for her in her entire life. Even her own sex showed kindness only through destruction.” “It is men, and not women, who cause this barbarity,” Hoola states with patriotic certainty. “It just goes to prove that our cause is true.” Ja-Alixxe is the one who is gone, but it is I who suddenly crave comfort. “Make love to me,” I abruptly plead to Hoola. “After last night’s experience I really need to feel the touch of a woman.” Hoola looks surprised only for a moment before she smiles with the flare of igniting sexual desire. “Of course, Lara. Let’s go back to the bedroom.” It was only after they were done with me that the men last night showed interest in my friend - special agent Hoola, but I consider this bubbly brunette extremely attractive. For the next few hours I am able to chase away the memories of what has happened, and also the fear of what is to come. 11 - Ready We have to wait for the time of my monthly cycle to pass before I can leave. The shame of wearing nothing but the slave wrap will be bad enough without the added indignity of doing it with blood seeping down my thighs. It is not a pleasant delay. My close affinity with Gara means instinct repeats that she is alive but suffering somewhere, and I worry the nightmares where I merge the hands of the men on Pride of Torconi with assailants unknown might be my strange psychic twin-sense. We make good use of the three days though, preparing me physically for my mission. The primary concern has to be concealing my species. As the women of our planet automatically become Slaver property if we’re caught inside Aghara-Penthay territory, it is essential to conceal the signs of my birth. First, skin grafts, bearing the DNA of an unknown human female donor are applied as easily as a paint over my wrists and ankles. These will fool the one-time DNA scan, performed by tech in the Slaver bracelet during the process of my registration on their database. The chip that will transfer the data from Harken Riyena’s hidden files is implanted into the back of my knee. It will remain there forever, inert and invisible until our contact activates it. The tech who applies the implanter gun tells me it barely broke my skin. With only hours left before departure the remaining steps to disguise my species are made - a series of painful injections in an arc around my forehead. These pigments implanted into my tissue make the characteristic patterned markings of a Gaianesian female invisible. A dye is also dripped into my eyes, which alters my irises from the deep purple shade I’m so proud of to a modest, but human, hazel color. The patterning only covers a small percentage of my body, but when I first look at my altered face in the mirror it’s as though a wide-eyed brunette stranger is looking back. I’d never realized they were so much a part of my sense of self. I’m still me, and yet without those identifiers I seem less than the strong Gaianesian female I was just minutes earlier. I’m very glad the injections and dye will only disguise me for forty eight hours and I’ll soon once more be my natural self. This short duration has its downsides, however. My appearance is a ticking bomb, and I must be careful not to be delayed on the Aghara-Penthay trading hub. Linger long enough to reveal my species, and they’ll never let me escape. I’m not the only one to sense I’ve been diminished in some way by the apparent change in species. Once I appear as human to the women working in the technical missions division, they talk more amongst themselves, and their dialogue with me is almost patronizing. Here on Gaianesia human women are not permitted outside the Subardin enclave unescorted, so Red Duchess’s team have to make a pretense of accompanying me, to avoid other Gaianesians believing I’m an illegal. Luckily I’m assigned Hoola as my companion, and as the hours count down towards launch she is better able to calm my mounting nerves. I have an embarrassing meeting with a medical officer. Gaianesian women can fall pregnant at almost any time in our cycles, and the successful outcome of my Subardin visit means I have to blushingly seek contraception. Furthermore, although I have no intention of having sexual contact with anyone on Aghara-Penthay, it’s better to be protected against all eventualities. For example, all kinds of alien forms visit the Hub, and Gaianesian women are genetically compatible for cross-breeding with males of one species called the Garnasti – aliens whose sperm can be transferred by merely touching the skin. The pill they give me will keep me safe for only two days – the same time as my markings will be concealed. Its hormones make me feel nauseous. Unfortunately for me, coming from a world where reproduction is endorsed only through careful selection, it will go forever on my medical records that I’ve consulted a medic about sexual encounters outside the official programs. Not even those serving in the secret defense organizations are above this law. By receiving treatment, I’ve taken the first steps in the eyes of Gaianesian society in being labelled as an aberrant female, one accepting and maybe even approving of strong, unpacified males. If only I could explain that the truth is the opposite. My trip to Subardin quenched any curiosity about men. I never want to be near an erect penis again after my night on the Pride of Torconi. With what free time I have remaining, I make love to Hoola with a desperate intensity, burying my face in her pussy and wishing I could be surrounded now and forever only by the female. I can admit I am dreading the prospect of the Slavers’ Hub and the things that might happen to me if something goes wrong. This must be endured though, for Gara’s sake. I must find out what’s happened to her, and if there’s a chance Riyena has the information, it’s worth risking my own safety. So when time runs out for me to depart, I summon all my courage and conquer my mounting nerves. I don a regulation grey flight suit that will be my last clothing before the silken wrap of a slave girl. Then I let myself be escorted to the shuttle, feeling more like a condemned prisoner than a hero of my planet. I look around the familiar architecture and scenery of my homeworld trying to reassure myself all will be well. In only a day I will be back here with no lasting damage but the bracelet and bad memories. But when Red Duchess embraces me on the shuttle launch pad, she does it in the way of parting from someone she doesn’t expect to meet again. 12 – Merlon The Vengeful Goddess, a heavy battle cruiser of the Gaianesian space fleet, is armed to the teeth, and feels so solid that it give a false sense of safety to my next few hours. White Queen also conveys a reassuring certainty, behaving calmly and purposefully as she issues her commands. In the privacy of a cabin allocated to the great leader, I’m given a final briefing intended firstly to fill me with matriotic zeal, and secondly to remind me that while White Queen has sympathy for Gara’s plight, the most important part of my mission is to touch Riyena and upload those data files. The Harken woman is almost certain to recognize me as Gara’s twin in spite of the missing markings, so White Queen unnecessarily reemphasizes the importance of ensuring that Acheron arranges privacy for our meeting. Also stating the obvious, she warns me to avoid any kind of flirting or fraternization with any of the unpacified males, which might place me at greater risk than I’m already taking simply by being beautiful. Recalling the night with the visiting ship crew, I quickly confirm I want the least contact possible with men, and could happily avoid them for the rest of my days. After the experience on the Pride of Torconi I’ve even become apprehensive that I might meet unpacified males on my way through Merlon starbase to Acheron’s offices, so I’m relieved when White Queen informs me that messages have been exchanged with Acheron and he’ll be sending a female assistant, Kikizi, to safely escort me from the Vengeful Goddess. Everything possible has been done to reduce the risk to me, but my legs still go weak when the booming clang of us docking at the Merlon starbase reverberates through the ship. Nerves and the contraceptive have upset my digestive system, and I have to void one final attack of diarrhea before I’m ready to disembark. Acheron knows of the limited time we have before my markings return, so our human agents are watchful and it is only ten minutes after we dock when Kikizi boards the ship. His assistant is attractive, for a human. An athletically built, tall blonde female with piercing brown eyes. I notice a number of the crew have overcome our natural contempt for a weaker species and look at her with undisguised interest. There’s plenty to draw the eye. Kikizi has dressed more provocatively than our unflattering jumpsuits and is wearing a knee-length dress which flaunts her breasts and her hips, integrated with tech that makes the fabric gradually shift through a rainbow of bright colors. My attention is on something other than her undeniable beauty, though. Her garment is sleeveless and all I can look at is how on her wrist, openly worn without any attempt to disguise it, is locked the bracelet of a private slave. She’s been to the Hub, and isn’t ashamed! A few of my shipmates also notice it and gasp. I look to her face, trying to read submission, trauma, or any sign of what happened to her, but the bracelet is all. She’s just a normal, healthy, vivacious, woman. Perhaps her familiarity with the Aghara-Penthay trading station has dulled Kikizi’s fears of the place, for she drifts through our ship carelessly and seems amused by my being given such a heavy military escort, as though she thinks we’re all taking this much too seriously. The only change in her blasé attitude occurs when she meets White Queen. Our leader is greeted by Kikizi with great formality, and after they’ve shaken hands Kikizi lingers before letting go. Acheron’s assistant has brought a small case with her. It’s battered, (Gaianesia can’t be paying its offworld-agents much) and a cloud of dust is released when she opens it. Inside is an old fashioned tape measure. Kikizi continues to demonstrate her lack of concern by informing me she needs this tape to take the measurements for my slave wrap. And she says this loudly, whilst on the bridge in front of a cohort of the crew. My comrades know of our objective – ferrying a female to Merlon Starbase and disguising her as a human makes it easy to guess. But I sense everyone intently watching my reaction when Kikizi so casually raises this topic. Am I submissive, everyone must be thinking? Does a part of me secretly want to wear that thing? Is that why I was chosen? White Queen saves my red face glowing brighter when she intervenes in a matronly tone, and order us to her cabin. Back in privacy I strip down to my underwear and submit to Kikizi pressing the tape tightly against my bust, waist, and hips, and then recording the details. “You have a nice figure,” she comments while I gratefully re-dress in my flight suit. “If you were actually seeking to please men, you’d have plenty of takers. You’d make a prize slave.” She said I’d make a prize slave… Kikizi means it as a compliment, but the idea makes me feel faint. Red Duchess said that Gara (and therefore me as her identical twin) was the kind of female the Slavers prize. And Gork might have said something about my value in credits as well, although I’m unsure that memory is real. Gods, surely everyone can see I’m more than just some object with a value? Kikizi is watching me with a wry smile as though she’s reading my mind. “I don’t think Lara wants to hear more about her desirability,” she observes. “So let’s just get things moving. I’ll beam your details across so there’s a wrap made and ready for you for when you need it. Then I’ll take you to Acheron. And he’ll escort you to Aghara-Penthay.” We return to the bridge where White Queen wishes me good luck with a tone of gravest formality. She tells me Gaianesia is proud, as though she’s dispatching me to my death. Behind her Kikizi politely suppresses a giggle. The hug I receive from Hoola is the opposite of White Queen’s farewell. When the two of us finally break apart I see our embrace has interested the human woman. I believe that among their females the percentage of lesbians is in low single figures, so such free displays of affection must be unusual. “Let’s go,” I tell Kikizi, keeping my voice firm. I’ll show her another trait of Gaianesian women – our courage. I walk, although my heart is racing as though I’ve been running for hours. The ship’s docking bay is my last moment on the safe territory of my homeworld, and then stepping between the two female guards I find myself under the laws Merlon Starbase, where men are unpacified and I’m an unwilling subject of their desire. Merlon’s docking levels are more diverse than in our trading enclave – I count six different species in the first few minutes, but most are human, reflecting their dominance across the galaxy. It’s morning Merlon local time, observing the standard Republic day as do many stations in space. It’s not the time for unpacified males to be courting, and in my plain dark grey jumpsuit my body shouldn’t attract attention. But that doesn’t deter the first group we encounter in close proximity. The passage where we meet the four men is narrow, and it will be a squeeze to get by each other. Kikizi automatically steps to the side, giving way to them. But Gaianesian males are deferential to woman, and being raised in that enlightened society I lack the instinctive avoidance of masculine interest. Next thing we know we’re in a face-off and the four of them are blocking my way. Sternly I meet the gaze of the largest one of them, but he doesn’t seem to be cowed the way he should be. Quite the opposite. He greets me with an enthusiastic, “Well take a look at you, honey!” and then leers at me suggestively. This man would probably be judged handsome if I were a human female, and to humanity’s natural whores his disrespect might be welcome. Young and well-muscled, the man’s hair is blond and he has a couple of day’s growth of stubble on his face. I might look human, but I am Gaianesian and my name is not “honey”. “Excuse me,” I say with prim coldness, but he does not move. “You’re a cut above the rest, aren’t you?” blondie’s friend, an overweight shorter male with lank, dark hair says to me. “You know it, too. Pity you’re not going to Aghara-Penthay. You’re meant for a slave wrap, if ever a woman was.” “You’re being rude,” I say firmly, and this time I push my way between the middle two men. Thankfully they step apart, and I’m beyond them. From behind me I hear Kikizi using different tactics and greeting them in a low seductive voice. “Hi boys…” Abruptly I decide I don’t like her. Human slut - pleasing men to get what she wants. Red-faced and angry I stride ahead, forcing her to have to hurry if she wants to catch up with me. “Gods damn, I hate unpacified males,” I snap to her when she’s back alongside. I sense she’s finding amusement at my expense. She thinks she’s better than me, as though I’m the bumpkin ignorant in social skills. Whore! I wasn’t the one forced to encourage these testosterone-driven animals. Digging my nails into my palms as I march away, I suppress my temper. It doesn’t matter how Kikizi and I feel about each other. She’s not likely to be going to Aghara-Penthay on Acheron’s ship, so hopefully I only have a short time in her company. Those guys are the ones worrying me. “Going to Aghara-Penthay too,” they said. So I shouldn’t have made a stand, and I regret my actions as soon as there’s time to consider the risk we might cross paths again. The last thing I want is those lecherous beasts seeing the woman who put them in their place reduced to wearing nothing more than a rectangle of silk. But I must take heart. An encounter is unlikely – the open areas on the trading station will be crowded with hundreds of people, the place is vast, and I can warn Acheron to protect me. As long as nothing goes wrong. Back in the present, Kikizi and I reach an area which seems seedier than the earlier levels of the Merlon Starbase. Garish neon signs depict the outlines of women. It is the sector where the tramp shuttles depart, taking groups to Aghara-Penthay. There are far more unpacified males gathered in this area. As females Kikizi and I are heavily outnumbered by the raucous crowds - men of all ages and species. Although I do see a few women around, we are the only two who seem to be unescorted. The others are example of the traitors to our sex - laughing in nervous excitement as though they enjoy having male protectors, rather than feeling rightfully ashamed. Lewd and offensive comments are shouted at us. These suggestions disgust me, but I’ve learned my lesson and copy Kikizi this time, choosing to avoid engaging with the catcallers. I will not help Gaianesia by attracting attention, so now I’m careful not to make eye contact with anyone, even though I’m sure that “Hey, you, the hot one with the nice hooters” is aimed at me. The offices of male scum who make money escorting women to Aghara-Penthay are to be found along the same retail strip as the tramp ships. Their signs are almost as vulgar as those of the shuttles. Shortly after a shuttle advertising “Free slave fuck with the price of your ticket – Lower Flower Garden – Aghara-Penthay” Kikizi comes to a stop. This store-front sign in the galactic script says, “Acheron Doe: Licensed escort to Aghara-Penthay. Safe return guaranteed or your money back.” This man has secretly served Gaianesia for a long time, and is trusted by my planet, but I’m about to deliver myself entirely into his power. I can’t help feeling some nerves as I follow Kikizi inside to meet the man destined to temporarily become my “owner”. Within the shabby interior, she locks the door and switches the signs to “closed” before leading the way to the back office. Ours is a private charter, and my mission will be sensitive and humiliating enough without more witnesses. We do not want to be disturbed. 13 - Acheron Acheron Doe is not what I’m expecting. Here is a man who does nothing more physical than escort women to-and-from the trading station at Aghara-Penthay, but he has a battle-hardened expression that reminds me more of a soldier. A large disfiguring scar on his left cheek is almost certainly a blaster wound. He’s a big man as well. Not quite the size of the alien Ker, but with six inches height over me and a lot more bulk – all of it muscle development. “Lara, at last,” he greets me in a deep gravelly voice, and with a hormone-driven glance up and down my figure he can’t help adding, “Gods, but you’re a beauty.” I frown at him, and to make even clearer that our interaction will be purely a business matter, I extend my hand to shake like a man. “Perfect,” smiles Acheron, and he encloses my slim in his giant paw. “Please then Lara, take a seat.” I sit demurely on one of the office’s tattered chairs. Kikizi, whose brazen confidence crossing the starbase in her Technicolor dress was verging on the sluttish, shows the first sign of uncertainty before she too rests. “Let’s get this over with as quickly as possible,” I say a little coldly. “We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready.” “Ah, well, there’s a problem with that, unfortunately,” says Acheron with a regretful shake of his giant head. “My ship took some damage – a one in a million collision with space debris. By the time I heard an update from the repair dock you were already on the starbase – out of action for seven days. We’ll have to call it off.” With all the planning and my expectations for the mission shattered in a heartbeat, I stare dumbfounded. “We can’t wait,” I then bluster. “My markings will return in less than two days. And Riyena is auctioned in four. If we don’t go now we’ll never have another chance. You must buy another ship.” Acheron snorts derisively at my suggestion, so I scowl at him. I’d been expecting our agent to be someone docile, like a pacified male, but it seems testosterone turns even an ally into a muscle-brained dolt. “I don’t just have those kind of credits lying around Lara. And I doubt your warship is carrying them either. It doesn’t matter anyway. Even if we could access the funds, Merlon isn’t the center of the galaxy – it’s not like suitable ships come up for sale here every day. Our only choice is to abort.” “No,” I insist. “A way must be found. I need to be on the trading station at Aghara-Penthay within twenty four hours, whatever the price.” He looks at me speculatively then. “Well… if you’re set on it there is one option…” “Tell me!” I order abruptly. “What are we waiting for?” “The reason I didn’t suggest it before is because… well… it’s beneath a Gaianesian. As a reputable escort I only ever take women on my own ship, but I could escort you onto a tramp shuttle, like the ones used by the less affluent females. But you deserve better, Lara. Women are treated badly on the shuttles. The only females who travel that way are submissives, so women have to put on the wrap and be braceleted before they’re allowed on, and they’re slaves from the moment they step on board. On a shuttle you couldn’t relax like on a private ship. You’d have to pretend you were like them for the whole voyage. More importantly - most of the passengers on those shuttles are male, and while I can protect you physically from sexual assault by them, I can’t stop anyone talking to you, and those that do won’t respect you.” At first I shake my head, horrified at the idea that rather than appear in the shameful clothing for no longer than a short walk across the crowded hub, I might have to endure a much longer shuttle journey, every moment of it exposed in the company of unpacified men on their way to get laid. Men who would think I dressed like a slave because I liked it. Me, a Gaianesian, playing the role of a submissive. “There’s got to be another way!” I insist. “I’ve got nothing more,” says Acheron, holding his paw-like hands open apologetically. “You could try another of the escorts, and he would fly you there on his own ship, but they’re not all reputable, especially round a valuable piece of woman-flesh like you. What’s more you’d have a difficult job explaining to your new escort why you wanted to interview Riyena alone.” “I am not a ‘piece of woman-flesh’” I can’t help interrupt. Kikizi comes to my rescue, and I warm to her slightly. “Why not Patch a holo-call through to the Gaianesian ship?” she suggests. “See what White Queen thinks.” At last one of the humans has a good idea, and in only moments we have our leader’s image glowing on the desktop with an ethereal blue light. I explain my predicament in a voice close to breaking. “It has to be your decision, Lara,” White Queen replies, although I can tell from her tone she wants me to go. “If you want to abort we’ll support that – it’s your body at risk after all. But this is your only chance to find out about your sister, and also recover the plans we desperately need. And while you’ll have to go through the ordeal itself alone, if you do chose to use one of the tramp shuttles, you can at least do it remembering we’ll follow as close as we can in Vengeful Goddess, and intervene if we think you need rescue.” How could I give up when so much depends on me? My home planet have pledged an entire ship to support me. They’d risk a diplomatic incident tackling a neutral shuttle, they’d engage the Slavers even. Lara and Gaianesia are relying on me. White Queen has heroically been to the trading station before, and she carries the slave bracelet as a mark of honor rather than shame. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I don’t make the attempt. “Let’s get this over with then,” I say to Acheron in the most determined voice I can muster. “I have plans when I get home. I’m gonna get drunker than I’ve ever been before!” 14 – Tramp I left Gaianesia expecting to travel to Aghara-Penthay aboard Acheron’s ship, retaining some dignity, but I’m facing a much longer period of living hell. The sexual discrimination begins before I’m even on my tramp shuttle, for the degradingly named Bountiful Sluts has separate boarding intended to demean its females. Men can walk on and off the ship at will. Women set foot on its decks automatic slaves, so we have to go through a segregated processing channel where we’re first registered with owners, then braceleted, and forced to strip down to nothing but the silken wrap that’s female uniform. Accompanied by Acheron, I am registered and locked into the identity band of a private slave. I try to tell myself this process means nothing. White Queen has one. Kikizi has one. Thousands, if not millions of women through the galaxy have them. But their bracelets are not secured to me. As the escorted women who use tramp shuttles intend to return to their normal lives, for some existences where a slave bracelet may attract unwanted attention, tramp sluts are extended the small courtesy of being allowed to choose whether to have the band locked around the wrist or the ankle. After consideration I elect for an ankle bracelet. While I will be obliged to hide it for the rest of my life by wearing boots, or perhaps clothing that does not reveal below my shins, there will be less risk of accidentally baring an ankle than there would be from a loose sleeve slipping to reveal a slave band on my wrist. I won’t have to live out my days wearing long sleeves, or a noticeable bandage like White Queen’s. My nerves aren’t up to dwelling too long on the bracelet’s implications, so when I’m handed the vile thing that will be mine, I only allow myself to look at it for a moment, thinking of all the shame and humiliation that goes with these devices, before bending quickly downwards and pulling up the leg of my flightsuit to expose my shin. Before I can change my mind I’ve already closed it around my left ankle. There. Done. The click of the locking mechanism is barely audible, and yet I will never forget the sound. This braceleting ceremony takes place in a small office away from the female boarding airlock. Thankfully Acheron, myself, and the staff member from the Bountiful Sluts are the only witnesses to the second Gaianesian in our planet’s entire history who willingly lets herself be marked as a slave. The instant the lock seals around my limb, a control panel nearby bleeps to life and its screen displaying the results of my DNA scan. Rosila Volati it says, Human, homeworld Ilushin One. I’m able to feel a moment of relief at Rosila’s expense that the deception worked. The graft makes them think I’m a human. Let’s hope that Rosila Volati, whoever she is, never has to go near Aghara-Penthay. If she does she’ll be very confused to discover she’s already been registered, and her owner is a stranger named Acheron Doe. Although he doesn’t have to debase himself, the male companion still has formalities to complete. Acheron, sitting silently at a terminal, places his palm on a scanner to register his own details. Data scrolls up a screen too rapidly to read and then with a discreet chime a light turns green. So that’s that. I have not yet left Merlon Starbase, a free planet. And yet in the eyes of Aghara-Penthay, I am already legally a slave. From now on I am the property of Acheron Doe, who may, according to Slaver law, do with me as he wishes. He may kill me, use me, trade me, all without consulting my opinion, as though I’m no more than an object. We will always be connected. If I were really his slave, and I attempted to escape, he could use the band to track me, sending bounty hunters anywhere in the galaxy. I can’t take the bracelet off and escape my link with Rosila Volati, Ilushin One, not ever. There is a booby trap that will activate if it senses tampering and it will poison me – injecting a powerful nerve agent that brings death in under a minute. The only mitigation to my now official downfall comes from knowing that it is not my DNA now on file against my details in the Slaver databases, but the same faceless Rosila Volati, whose genes were probably sampled without her ever being aware. But it won’t matter whose DNA is on there when I return to Gaianesia with the thing still locked to me. If any of my fellow women see the bracelet, they will judge me. Lara, the submissive. But I’ve made my choice. This is for Gara. “Rosila, go to the female preparation area and put your wrap on.” Acheron delivers this instruction calmly, although I jump guiltily at the unfamiliar name. “I’ll meet you on the ship.” As an afterthought he adds in a low voice, inaudible to the staff technician, “Remember to address me as ‘Master’ once you’re on board. People will notice if I let you get it wrong, and I don’t want to have to punish you.” My laugh is louder and more nervous than I intended. Punish me? Did he actually say “punish me”? I’m not sure if he was joking. It is time for us to part, me following the female symbols and Acheron the male. I watch him saunter away, and am reassured by his self-assurance. This is a routine trip, after all. Women do this all the time. It’s going to be okay. The female changing area is rudimentary, with only tall lockers and crude wooden benches interrupting the cream tiles which pattern the floor, walls and ceiling. Around my ankle is the bracelet. Its newness is distracting. I’m surprised to find the changing room already occupied. An athletic dark-skinned human woman is half-way through unfastening her functional top to bare her pleasingly ripe breasts. She sees me and her sensual pouting face smiles warmly. My immediate reaction to the sight of her is repulsion. Here stands one of those females who betray our sex. This woman willingly seeks to debase herself before men. And then I remember I’m in no position to judge. I too am debasing myself. My tumbling thoughts quickly realize her presence is a good thing. It’s better for me that there will be other women on the shuttle. I do not to have to go through this humiliation alone. So hoping she didn’t see my initial disgust, I give the woman a genuine smile in return. “Dealla,” she then introduces herself, and blushingly adds, “Submissive. Of course. Or why would I be here? Stop blabbering, Dealla… I’m from Boroonas Four in the Jorian cluster.” “Rosila,” I lie, and blushing more than her using the word in relation to myself I too say “Submissive.” Deciding I might as well stick with the DNA scan completely I add, “Ilushin One.” “Right in the middle of the Republic!” Dealla says, sounding impressed. She’d already stripped off her clothing before I walked in, and as she speaks now she slides her plain panties down over her knees before stepping out of them, leaving herself entirely naked. I see her pussy has been waxed – a preparation only made by whores who wish to make themselves more pleasing to men, and have to fight another wave of repugnance. From her locker Dealla takes the small rectangle of blue silken material that will be her only covering during the voyage. The sight of it makes my stomach give a barrel roll of fear. That’s one of them – a slave wrap. All we can wear in public. When she unfurls it and holds it against her it looks so small. The wrap barely covers from her breasts down to her sex. My own small bundle of cloth I’m clutching easily in one hand. Gods, I can’t put that on! What am I to do? I had my other hand half-way to the zipper of my jumpsuit, high up near my neckline, but I drop it again as I watch Dealla fasten the wrap under her arm. I’ve seen women in wrap on the Slaver broadcasts of course, but here in reality… All there is are bare, soft limbs, deep brown flesh, and the gaping opening at her side flashing the secrets within. “I’m not sure I can carry on,” I say to Dealla in a breaking voice. “I can’t walk onto that ship wearing only this and have everyone look at me…” Dealla halts, and looks at me with genuine incomprehension. “But that’s the best part…” she says. “Don’t you want to feel truly beautiful? I never feel so sexy, so feminine, as when I’m revealingly dressed in the garments of a slave. Nothing matters, but that I am desirable.” How can I tell her that feeling beautiful in the eyes of men is the last thing I want? That I’m not submissive at all? That Rosila is nothing but a persona? That the idea of debasing myself as though I’m a slave is repulsive to me? “Nerves, I guess,” I say feebly. There is no more time to evade the stark choice. I must walk back out to Merlon and tell them I’m too cowardly to endure a few hours humiliation to save my planet and my sister. Or let a few insignificant strangers who I care nothing for and I’ll never meet again, see me showing a bit of leg. There’s only one answer really. Using every last bit of my courage I force my hand to pull down the zip, exposing the tight fitting white vest underneath that flaunts the shape of my breasts. “It’s natural to be a little apprehensive,” Dealla says understandingly. “We do make a total surrender of power to our escorts, after all. We give them a lot of trust… Have you thought about what happens if they decide to sell us, or we’re given for sex to a guy we don’t like? But in exchange comes the sensual experience of a lifetime.” Of course I’ve thought about it. And she thinks it’s a sensual experience? How can anyone find that erotic? But when I’m pretending to be like her and I need a friend I can’t pick an argument. Quietly I step out my flightsuit, down now to only my vest and panties. Dealla has begun walking along the banks of lockers. Some of them have striped tape across their doors, and a notice in fine print, as though to indicate they’re broken. She walks along brushing these with her fingers. “So many of them…” she says speculatively to me. “I knew it happened, but didn’t think there would be so many.” “What’s the big deal?” I ask. “This place feels so run down I would have expected half the facilities to be faulty.” “These are the women who didn’t come back,” she says. “Betrayed, or they chose to hand themselves over to the Slavers. The locker will be labelled for a while, and then their possessions will be given away or sold.” Horrified, I move closer to read one of the signs. “Name: Elleriea Dellasavo Homeworld: Acostin Station Travelled to Aghara-Penthay: 18:18:4451 Fate if known: Sold to Slavers by escort” The next one says: “Sold to Slavers by escort”. And another “Sold to Slavers by escort”. But then “Fate Unknown”. Acheron is a Gaianesian agent, so I can be sure I’m safe from being sold or raped. Imagine what terror these woman must felt at the moment they discovered they’d betrayed, and instead of some brief sordid sex vacation a lifetime in slavery was ahead of them. Gaianesian culture would teach us they were weak for going there, and deserved their fate. But masquerading as one of them, it’s impossible not to feel some sympathy. Dealla calls, “Here’s a volunteer” and crossing to join her I read, “Fate if known: Requested permanent ownership transfer to Slavers” This puzzles me enough to ask, “Why would a woman want to do that?” Dealla shrugs. “Some people hate their normal lives. But after implantation there is nothing to think of but pleasing men. Slaves have a purity of purpose. And there are many women who enjoy their submission. You and me, for example...” I’m frowning and about to object, but just in time I remember. All a disguise, all a disguise. I “enjoy my submission” too. I continue to undress. “You’re really exceptionally beautiful Rosila,” I hear Dealla say with something like awe in her voice, and looking up I realize she’s stopped to watch me. “I mean look at your breasts… There’s women would kill to have those.” She gives this verdict just after I’ve just struggled to pull the tight vest over my head, spilling my boobs free. Dealla’s assessment makes me blush, and I try to try to keep my bare arm across my stiffening nipples without it looking as though I’m feeling bashful. “You’re brave,” she says. (If only she knew how much). “The ones like you, who are A-grade beauties, are at more risk. Do you know how many credits you’d be worth if your escort sold you?” This isn’t what I need to hear just now. Dealla is still staring at me though, like she’s mesmerized. I wish she wouldn’t. I shouldn’t have to feel embarrassment in front of another female, but my face grows redder when I have to push down my clinging panties with her watching the whole time. Argh, this is unbearable. And being naked makes it worse. All I want to run from this place and never look back. Desperately I crave to be re-covered, but there’s no relief ahead when for the next few hours the wrap will be my only clothing. Standing nude in the room I hold up the rectangle of dark blue silken cloth, just as Dealla did a few minutes ago, and feeling sick with shame I study it. It looks so desperately small. But in a few moments I’m supposed to emerge on view to the crew and passengers of the ship dressed only in this. How am I supposed to bear it? Once more I must remind myself there is nothing else to be done unless I wish to abort. And I’ll never live with myself if I let everyone down, so there’s only one real option. There’s only been one option since the day they told me where Gara had gone. So I move the wrap around me and with trembling fingers secure the string bow under my left arm – the only fastener to keep the garment in place. Then, fighting the panic as the loose silk brushes bare skin, I fold my true clothing neatly and seal it in the locker. “Dressed” for Aghara-Penthay, there is enough time to permit the rising despair a few moments to claim me. Please no, how did I get myself into this? At first I believe Kikizi must have made a mistake with the measurements, for the wrap rides so high on my thighs that even inhaling deeply would risk lifting it to expose my sex. Forget any chance of leaning forward, not if I don’t want it lifting to flash my backside and simultaneously hang forward to reveal my crotch. But when I look at Dealla I see her garment has the same proportions as mine. There’s been no mistake. The slave wrap is deliberately sized so it doesn’t completely surround the wearer’s torso – the exposed stripe at the left side of the body serves not only to show a desirable hip and the side of the breast, but also to confirm that the slave is without underwear. In my case there is a gap of almost six inches between the two edges of the wrap I’m unable to close. On Gaianesia my chest development was a thing of pride, but on the Hub it’s going to be a curse, for my large breasts mean the fabric hangs further away from my body than on a flatter girl. Although I know logically that the silk is protecting my front from being visible, the air moving in the gap to my uncovered groin makes it feel as though I’m nude down below. Behind me it’s not much better, with the natural arch of my spine leaving a space from my shoulder blades all the way to where fabric brushes against my buttocks. Even the material selection has been carefully considered to physically and psychologically demean its wearer - me. It’s strong but incredibly thin and lightweight, adding to the illusion of being naked. And although one might expect a silken material should be luxuriantly smooth, the wrap turns out to be slightly abrasive against the skin. I’ve only had it on a brief time before I discover than unless I keep my upper torso very still, the wrap is going to rub my breasts and keep my nipples permanently erect, with the shape of my buds being easily discernable through the thin clinging cloth. Please no, I repeat. I clutch my hand against my sex through the thin layer, needing the comfort of feeling a covering touching me. All the while Dealla watches me, her eyes bright with excitement and her faced flushed. “Erotic, isn’t it, feeling so vulnerable?” she asks. No it’s not. Gods, it’s not. If only there was another woman here I could talk – one who would understand what I’m feeling – a Gaianesian. I’ve never felt so alone. My unhappiness must show, for Dealla approaches me and squeezes my hands in hers. “You look stunning,” she soothes. “Don’t worry. Walk on board with me if you like. I promise you’ll have an unforgettable time.” At this I finally manage a wry smile. That last part is certainly true. As much as I’d like to forget this mission as soon as it’s over I don’t think I’ll ever get over the shame. We’re interrupted by the public address system announcing the imminent departure of Bountiful Sluts for the Aghara-Penthay Trading Hub. “Time to go or we’ll miss it,” Dealla says. “Come with me.” So I do go, letting myself be led by a human submissive. I am a Gaianesian. We are genetically engineered to be physically and intellectually superior to other species, and with our women as rightful rulers Gaianesians like me are the supreme examples of femininity in the galaxy. And yet with my dignity left behind in that locker, the proud Lara is pathetically grateful to a submissive human woman – a sex traitor – for keeping me company as we walk down the ramp labelled “female boarding”. 15 – Voyage The journey to Aghara-Penthay only takes a few hours, so in terms of facilities the tramp shuttle Bountiful Sluts needs little more than to be a bar with a hyperdrive. The almost exclusively male passengers are relaxed in anticipation of getting laid, so a party atmosphere prevails. With masculine inhibitions lowered by intoxication, a chorus of catcalls greet Dealla and I as we pad barefoot, pale girl and dark girl, through the docking hatch and into the crowded lounge area. Facing the onslaught of this raucous rabble it takes every bit of courage not to turn and run back to the changing area as men bombard me with observations about my beauty; how nice my legs are; about the size of my breasts; and about what an experience sex with me would be like. Everyone seems to be looking at the two of us, even the few additional women who mingle amongst the crowd dressed in the dark blue wraps of private slaves. In front of them I feel more exposed and self-conscious than I’ve ever done in my life, and I move instinctively closer to Dealla. She actually seems to be reveling in the eyes on her, and she stands taller under the inspection, whereas I’m needing the sense of fabric covering me so much that I’m clutching my hand to my crotch like a child who wants the bathroom. I’m as close as I’ve ever been to giving up, and running for the changing room, when I feel a vibration through the deck as the ship’s engines engage. Crap, we undocked. We’re already on our way. My stomach knots with horror. Nothing for it now than to seek out the protection of Acheron, and hope he keeps everyone away from me. Anxiously I scan staring faces for my escort, but it’s so busy I can’t see him through the crowds. An announcement in an authoritarian male voice booms over the public address system. “The Bountiful Sluts has now left Merlon territorial space. From this point Aghara-Penthay law applies. All females are now slaves and the property of their registered owners. Please do not permit your slaves to sit on the furniture such as chairs and couches, unless it is in service of a male.” I scoff at this. Are they for real? I’m not supposed to sit, unless it’s on a guy’s lap or on the floor? Gods, I hate the Slavers. “I need to seek out my Master,” Dealla says, touching my arm to get my attention. “I could be punished if I don’t serve him.” I hide my disapproval. Punished eh? Let anyone try to punish me and I’ll break his ass. Dealla gives my hand a reassuring squeeze, before walking away from me with a deliberately sensual sashay. I’m not the only one to notice the blatantly wanton behavior she’s adopting. An elderly man holding a bottle of liquor grabs at her wrap as she passes, and before she can dance away he manages to pull the fabric enough to flash her bare buttocks. He laughs crudely, and I’m shocked that she laughs too. Dealla’s actions remind me of the way Kikizi responded to the men in Merlon, taunting them with a wiggle of her hips as though this is all some kind of harmless raunchy game. I do nothing to encourage attention, but moving through the crowd searching for my escort, I’m beset with similar assaults anyway. Emotions freewheel between fury and humiliation while this takes place, and I’m astounded that such lewd behavior is tolerated anywhere in a galaxy meant to be civilized. The worst treatment comes from a heavyset man with a beard. By the time I realize he even exists, he already has a firm grip on my precious blue silk. My only options then are to move towards the fierce tugging on the fabric or to flee from his grasping hand, surrendering my only item of clothing in the process. He has the wrap pulled so far to my side I can feel it flashing the cleft of my rump, and the bow under my arm is cutting into the soft flesh of my breast. Facing the risk of being denuded entirely I’m forced to yield and step into the space between his spread knees. “Get away from me!” I say angrily to the bearded man, loudly enough that it should shame him to the people nearby. But he doesn’t get away. “I just want a little feel, sweet-boobs,” he replies, and sure enough while still straining my wrap he reaches for me. Next thing the proud Gaianesian is fighting off the groping with one of my hands, while the other battles to save my clothing. “She’s mine,” a male voice interrupts, and for the first time in my life I’m grateful for the type of macho aggression that oozes from the looming presence of Acheron. The bearded man releases his hold on me immediately, and I skip barefoot as fast as I can to a place out of his range, and safely into the orbit of my “owner”. My wrap has become disordered, and red-faced I adjust it, swiveling it round me to its correct place. “I was just messing, man,” the bearded-one says to Acheron, opening his hands in apology. Neither of them look at me. My only role in this face-down between rivals is as the prize. “Don’t touch what’s not yours,” Acheron snarls coldly. The scar on his face makes him look even more intimidating. Bearded one backs down and turns away, muttering something under his breath. I turn to my escort, hoping he’s about to kick bearded-guy’s ass. But Acheron is already moving away and I’m a bit disappointed to see the conflict is over. There is to be no defense of my honor. Worse - bearded one is unashamed enough to look back at me with renewed speculation. I hurry off. “Did you see that? That man just sexually assaulted me!” I protest to Acheron once I’ve caught up. “He called me ‘sweet boobs’. He should be reported!” The escort is an agent of Gaianesia and I’m expecting him to share my outrage. But Acheron turns on me, and in a harsh whisper, as though I’m the one who did something wrong, snaps, “Didn’t you listen to what I told you? I was watching all of that. You walked right next to him. This isn’t your home planet, Rosila… You have to take responsibility for not inviting trouble. It’s going to be difficult enough for me protecting you when you look like a wet dream, without you parading right in front of every pair of roaming hands.” “You think that was my fault?” I demand, outraged. “How dare you?” A pacified male would be cowed by this. Acheron Doe is a different animal altogether. “I’ll remind you,” he continues in a harsh whisper, “that you’re pretending to be here because you want to experience submission. You’re going to give us away unless you behave like it. An escorted female would usually be punished for talking to her owner the way you’re talking to me right now. Don’t push me any further. I’m taking a risk bringing you on a shuttle. We’re both in danger if the Slavers discover I’ve smuggled a Gaianesian onto the Hub.” And I stop in my tracks. Unfair as this is on me, he’s right. A passing group of men are already looking curious as they sense the obvious tension between us. I must swallow my pride quickly and behave as though I accept male dominance, acting like the unwanted attention is an erotic fantasy. How does a submissive look? I think about the slaves I’ve seen on the view-screens and then lower my eyes, dropping the challenging stare I’ve been using for all the men around me. “I know this is particularly difficult for people from your world,” Acheron says more gently when he sees the effort I’m making, “but remember why you’re here and don’t forget to address me as ‘Master’” Another man passes close by, returning to his table. Keeping my gaze down at Acheron’s chest in a way that I hope seems deferential, I shelve my principles and force myself to reply, “Yes, Master.” There. I’ve said it, to a male, for the first time in my life. I feel faint with the wrongness of what I’ve just done. I’ve committed an offense that on Gaianesia could risk my being banished to Subardin. It is a disgrace for any woman to flaunt such a deeply held taboo. Each sex traitor weakens women’s rights across the galaxy, but I betrayed the rest of womanhood anyway, just to find news of my sister. But humbling myself that once is nowhere near enough to get me through a voyage on a tramp shuttle. Acheron relaxes back into a large black vinyl couch, and as I automatically move to take my place at his side I’m reminded that women aren’t allowed on the furniture. “Unless you’re planning to sit in my lap,” he says with an amused smile, “which I suspect you’re not, you have to stand or kneel on the floor.” No, I’m certainly not intending to sit in his lap. But I don’t want to grovel on the floor like some humble servant either, and it’s unbearable to remain on my feet. While I’m standing my wrap flaps about me, making me feel as open as if I actually am naked below the waist. Oh, this is even worse than I imagined. Indecisive, I clutch my arm around my middle, and try to close the gap at my exposed side. “No way!” a loud male voice interrupts from nearby. “That honey we met on Merlon is over there in a slave wrap!” I’ve automatically looked across, too late to avoid meeting the delighted gaze of the blond haired young man who blocked my way at the starbase. My heart sinks, and I wish the floor would swallow me up. Please no, not them. Of everybody, why do those guys have to see me like this? “How did you trick her into a wrap?” he says with awe to Acheron. “I’d never have pegged her as a submissive. And just look at those legs…” Again I pull futilely at the lower hem of my clothing as though it might somehow stretch enough to cover my cream limbs, while Acheron leans back with a lazy shrug, playing the role of sleazy escort better than I’m acting willing female. “Does your slave have fantasies of a gang bang?” one of blondie’s group asks Acheron, as though I can’t answer for myself. “We’ll pay fifty credits for a session with her, if that’s why she’s here.” For the second time it is a male who must step in and save me. “Her name is Rosila, and she’s not here for a gang bang. When we get to the Hub she already has an appointment,” Acheron answers calmly. “Rosila…” blond man says, tasting my false name. “If you change your mind about hanging round with this grunt Rosila, there’s always a place for you as a warmer for my cock.” “You should trade her to the Slavers.” This suggestion provided by the man with the lank dark hair. “She’d make a top class sex slave, and she has that snooty look about her that deserves to be taught a lesson.” Trade me to the Slavers? And what snooty look? My face flares scarlet with fury. Gods, I hate men. I hide my bunch fists behind my back and manage to keep my temper in check, looking away as though I’m as submissive as these other sluts. “I’ll take that under advisement,” Acheron says to the men, civilly yet managing to convey a note of dismissal in his voice. I have to grudgingly admit he’s able to fake an alpha-male persona, using it to exert authority over other men. I thought I too had this ability, but it seems to have deserted me from the moment I set foot on Merlon, and with each light year further from Gaianesia and each piece of clothing removed I command less respect. “Who were they?” Acheron asks once they’re out of earshot. “Losers,” I answer, trying to sound dignified. “They hassled Kikizi and I on our way to your office. I put them in their place. It’s just unfortunate they had to see me reduced to this state.” That’s still not the end of my humiliations. Two more men proposition Acheron – offering credits in exchange for sexual use of me. I wonder if it’s because I’m one of the few women still standing that makes me a focus for unwanted attention, so I swallow my pride and briefly try sitting on my escort’s giant muscular thighs. But Gaianesian agent or not he is an unpacified male, and the physical contact between us means he can’t help the erection that forms to presses against me. Not his fault – he’s male, weak, but all the same I decide I’d rather stand than offer Acheron Doe the least stimulation. I’m sick with misery long before we reach the trading hub. But I’d been expecting nothing less from the realm of the unpacified beasts, and it will be worth enduring every second if I can find news of Gara, plus download the plans which will save my home. I keep reminding myself objectively things are proceeding well, and the mission is on plan. And I’m not even as alone as I feel - Vengeful Goddess will be somewhere close behind us in the cold expanse of space. Only in the secret places of my heart do I need to admit this is the worst experience of my life. 16 – Hub Of the millions of women to set foot on the trading station orbiting Aghara-Penthay, only a few lucky ones do so wearing the blue wraps that identify them as privately owned slaves. Why is the blue wrap so coveted? Because unless they’re being brought here in order to be betrayed or traded, private slaves will leave with their owners. Private slaves can have hope. All the others - the vast majority of women - are the property of Aghara-Penthay, and to belong to the Slavers is to be doomed. I don’t need reminding of this as I pad barefoot onto the Hub clutching my own blue wrap close to me, but reminders are everywhere. Moments after arrival we pass a line of naked weeping females, chained together ankle to ankle, Slaver captives on their way for marking and the control chip implantation which will irrevocably turn them into the servants of men. Whether blue, red, or nude, all of us are slaves, though. I’m truly on the territory of Aghara-Penthay now, I’m female, and in the twisted misogynistic logic of the place anyone female is automatically property. So by their inhuman laws I belong to Acheron Doe, his legal ownership proven by the data on the bracelet locked round my ankle. Thank the Gods I’m his, and not one of those belonging to the planet. The processing and training of Slaver-owned women takes place down on the surface of the oxide red desert world below. I catch glimpses of the planet through the many viewing windows, which give the mezzanine level of the trading station an airy, open feel. Offworld males are only permitted down to the surface under exceptional circumstances, so the Hub serves as the meeting point with the rest of the galaxy. I have been thoroughly briefed on its layout. The more businesslike facilities on its upper level include auction halls where women are displayed then sold to the highest bidders, and meeting rooms where special negotiations take place, such as agreeing the capture and training of a slave to order. Freelance hunters or unscrupulous escorts often sell women to the Slavers, and those deals are also concluded on the upper level. Below us is the docking ring level where the Slavers’ heavily-armored warships moor, where supply ships land and where the visiting tramp shuttles arrive. The mezzanine on the middle floor is dedicated to serving the pleasures of visiting males, whether they be nutritional, narcotic or sexual. Brightly lit bars and brothels are everywhere. Blasting music hurts my ears. Females flit about – almost all with their faces marked; some permitted the red wraps of those owned by Aghara-Penthay, a few in blue, but many forced to remain naked. After a gymnastics competition I once showered with dozens of the other competitors, but I’ve never seen as many naked women as surround me today. Every fetish and preference is catered for. All races and species may be hired for an hour’s pleasure, and I see many examples of the diverse galactic tastes. There are old women and women engineered to seem perpetually young. For a price, there are women who may be restrained and tortured. There are fertile women, for those whose urge is to impregnate. Women who act wantonly, as though they welcome the sexual encounter, and those compelled to resist. Women who provide non-sexual services such as massages, and women who move on all fours in suits which make them seem like animals. For the homosexual visitor there is a brothel which sells the much rarer males slaves – control-chip implanted and with their bodies free from hair just like with most of their female counterparts. Some form of nanotech seems to keep the male’s organs permanently erect, for each of the four slaves standing nude at the front of the house has his cock rampant, readily protruding at ninety degrees from his body. Although women are the main commodity on Aghara-Penthay, the sheer number of tourists means that men still outnumber us on the mezzanine. However, although I’d been dreading landing here, in actuality I receive less harassment than on the Bountiful Sluts. While guys stare just as much and continue to mentally undress me, with so many Aghara-Penthay females available for hire not many lecherous males make the effort of interacting with a woman marked by her blue wrap as clearly private. I see no sign of Dealla, the woman from the changing room. I’d wanted to wish her farewell. I do recognize a plump woman who spent the voyage nude though. She is now in a blue wrap and making off towards a brothel named “Orgasm in Restraint” in the arms of two men. I’m not sure which of them is her owner. Acheron and I are able to find enough space in the crowds to converse without being overheard, and I’m grateful for a brief chance to drop the “Master” and my fake subservience. “Thank the Gods that voyage is over,” I say sincerely. “You did well, Lara. And we made it safely through the security controls. Not long and you’ll have your answers.” It does feel like the worst of the ordeal is over for now, and I allow myself to agree. I did do well. “Let’s pray my sister is dead and not down on the surface.” That sounds cold, but I said it because although Gara’s demise would be a tragedy, I’ve seen enough to know it would be kinder than her being captive on this hellhole. No woman should have to endure this. I hold my precious wrap tightly about me yet again but fail to close the opening where it gapes at my left side. Sometimes a waft of air moves the hem away from my pelvis and I feel even more exposed. Even the panels of the floor add to the sense of vulnerability, feeling hard against my bare feet. “Soon,” Acheron says with macho confidence. “Not much further.” I look away so he can’t see me frown. It’s easy for him to sound brave. He risks male slavery if we’re caught, but he’s not just walked into a place where he already is a slave. He’s not handed over to another human being the rights to sell him, or torture him, or rape him. He’s not just sat in someone’s lap and had their boner pressing against his ass. He’s not just appeared in a wrap in front of those beasts from Merlon. He’s not been blamed for having to fight off the bearded one. But my minor vexations with Acheron are forgotten when I see our destination. So many light years of travel and miseries endured but I’m here. In front of the place where she is, Riyena, the only living being with the truth on Gara’s fate and a data chip vital to the future of Gaianesia. The brothel looks plush compared to some of the establishments we’ve passed. It says much about the nature of unpacified males that there must be riches to be had from torture and sadism. The scene is overlaid strangely with my memories from the video. Although there is no sign of the human bomb who obliterated Ja-Alixxe just a short distance away from where I stand, and everything has been cleanly repaired, the milling crowds seem no different. And the women stand out front just the same, as motionless as statues, cut flowers advertising their availability. I have reached the Palace of Roses. 17 - Roses A redhead woman carrying a data pad, face-marked and dressed in the scarlet wrap of a slave of Aghara-Penthay, approaches us. She seems to be the hostess for the place, and keeping her head humbly lowered she bids Acheron welcome to the Palace of Roses. Even over my adrenaline fueled heartrate I can feel pity for this creature – the first implanted female I’ve met close up. The wrap they’ve given her is not even long enough to cover the poor woman’s sex, and when I look down I can plainly see the lips of her pussy. Yet she seems to feel no shame about it. “I’m have an appointment - my slave is to play with Riyena, the Harken slut,” Acheron says to her and he forces a realistically cold grin. He’s a better actor than I’d have expected. “We have a room with complete privacy booked.” I nod my approval. I’m glad he emphasized that. We don’t want to risk Riyena calling out if she recognizes me. Our hostess checks her pad, and just for a moment I could believe there’s something odd, like an expression of shock. But a moment later that glimpse of something underneath has already gone and I convince myself I must have been mistaken, for she continues saying, “Yes, Master. The arrangements are exactly as you say.” “Have the Harken female delivered to my room for the entertainment,” Acheron orders, ignoring our danger to convey a perfectly-acted confidence. “And perhaps if some of your girls could take my slave there as well? I’ll settle the payment here and be along in a moment.” “Of course, Master,” the receptionist agrees diffidently. Immediately I am indignant enough to risk nudging him with my elbow. This wasn’t the plan. There are advantages of me having time alone with Riyena to discover confidential information, but we agreed Acheron needs to be there too, in case he has to compel her against raising the alarm. “You’re meant to…” I’m saying, but he looks angrily at me and interrupts, “Silence, slave!” I grow crosser at him, mainly because he called me “slave”, and I glare openly at the man playing the part of my owner. Stupid beast of an unpacified male. He’s allowed to stay in character in front of the hostess, which will help avoid creating any suspicion I’m a Gaianesian. But he’s breaking from plan by leaving me alone with the Harken even for a second, and we’ll have words about this after the mission. What’s worse is than now he’s told me not to argue, I’m as good as gagged by the need to play the submissive role. “Of course, Master,” I eventually force myself to say, but letting a hint of sarcasm creep into my voice to show him I’m pissed, and alleviate the frustration I feel at having to once more that shameful word. He smiles at the girl and abruptly I understand why he’s acting so recklessly. Gods damn him, I bet he’s trying to impress the hostess. I hate unpacified males! But this is a minor hitch, and we are still progressing with the mission. Perhaps less than an hour, and I’ll already be back on the Bountiful Sluts. And as soon as we undock any humility can go out the window. Back in the present, the hostess gives an urgent call and a gaggle of red-wrapped girls spills out of the club. Each one would be considered pretty by human standards, average by Gaianesian. She instructs this mob in a whispered consultation. “Come with us,” the nearest of these, a brunette with warm eyes requests of me. Patronizingly she adds, “Try not to be afraid.” The uncertainty introduced because of Acheron’s slip has made me angry, and I look more scathingly at her than I mean to, when she’s only trying to be kind to me. As if I’d be afraid! But on with the plan. Another girl takes hold of my wrist in a slim female hand, and I let myself be tugged gently but firmly forward. I shoot a reproachful glance back at Acheron, but he’s so busy talking to the hostess he doesn’t even look. Outnumbered, I’m propelled within the place that’s been my target and the sum of my fears – the House of Roses. Immediately inside is a richly-furnished salon where women serve drinks and are available for selection by the clients. There are more men than women in here. A couple of the females are in the red wrap of Aghara-Penthay slaves, but most of them are naked. People of both sexes look at me speculatively as I move through the crowd – a blue wrap making me distinctive. From the back of the room we pass through to a hallway. Some of the doors to the bedrooms off this corridor are closed, but one open door gives me a disturbing view of a nude woman strapped facing an “X” shaped piece of furniture. Her back and buttocks, exposed to the room, are covered in a series of angry red stripes. I gasp – someone whipped that girl! What beast could do such a thing? I hope one day Gaianesia blasts this place into oblivion. Under the guidance of my entourage I descend a floor, and then a second, and after so much planning and humiliation, at last I reach the appointment with destiny that’s taken so much sacrifice to achieve. The room where I’m taken turns out to be two rooms. A plain dressing and storage room leads to the bedchamber itself - luxuriously furnished, floored with a thick pile carpet and all silks, dark woods and soft lighting. Luxury or not, it’s still a cross between a bordello and a torture chamber though. The heavy bed that fills most of the room has sets of shackles in its corners – leather straps fixed to heavy-looking chains, and their keys hanging from a hook above the bedhead. After the Mezzanine’s hard alloy floors, the thick carpet in here feels delightful under my bare feet and the cushioned walls, covered with a pale pink satin material, also looking soft. However in the back of my mind I know the comfort is an illusion - all this padding is probably to prevent screams escaping. This place of horrors, this torture chamber, sums up everything I detest about the Slavers, and I clench my fists at it. The hormones in unpacified men turn them into such sadists that they can consider what happens in rooms like this to be entertainment. Look, there’s even a couple of plush padded chairs been left here, angled for sitters to watch the scene on the bed. My elation at finally being here is suppressed by my escalating fear, for I can see Acheron’s minor divergence from the plan means our problems are beginning to snowball. The girl was supposed be waiting secure and helpless in those restraints, but it’s just me and my escorts. Where is Riyena? This is really bad news. While my Gaianesian markings are covered suitably to fool the men, Riyena will instantly recognize me as an identical copy of Gara, and what’s more she probably knows my sister has a twin. Anxiously I look back into the corridor to see if the Harken is approaching. What happens if Riyena runs straight back out the door, and raises the alarm before she can be trapped in this room where no-one will hear her calls? If only Riyena was already in position and restraint, as was meant to be, it would be a trivial matter to guarantee her silence. Look, there’s the means to do it. Already waiting on a low table is an elaborate gag, a contraption that looks like a harness for controlling a farm animal but with a red ball at the mouthpiece. “Gods dammit,” I say frustratedly to the other slaves, “I thought the Harken girl was supposed to be here first.” But the tension I’m feeling robs me of my usual natural authority, and the brunette gives me that same patronizing smile. Easy for her - she doesn’t know what’s at stake. She doesn’t know what I know. Riyena could walk in any moment, run straight for help, and Acheron and I would both be doomed. Idiot of a man! Nervously I rub my hands together and discover my skin is going clammy with fear. I turn again to the door. Perhaps we can all surprise Riyena if she walks in. But that’s also very risky. Gods, I’m in real danger. It’s no good, I have to abort, albeit temporarily. Drawing myself to my full height I address the other women. “I do not wish to remain here until the Harken girl is present and restrained. Please escort me back to my master.” I deliver this ultimatum while moving to leave, but the brunette girl with the warm eyes steps into my path, shaking her head. “Our orders were to bring you here,” she says to me with equal authority. “Lie on the mattress, on your back.” And with that, one of her entourage actually has the audacity to give me a gentle push, as though I might be too stupid to understand. Suppressing the urge to lash out the one who pushed me, I frown at them all, not hiding my anger this time. “The Harken woman, Riyena,” I explain imperiously, “She’s the one supposed to be restrained and ready for us. She was supposed to be in the room first. My master will punish you if his wishes are not fulfilled.” I shouldn’t have said that. It’s beneath me to threaten them. I didn’t want to frighten these poor implanted slaves with the possibility of retribution from a man, but my danger is getting real and I had no other choice. But still Brunette smiles sympathetically, as though I’m the one who’s deluded. “Our instructions are to prepare the first female to arrive, and that’s you.” she says gently but firmly. Then she repeats, “Try not to be afraid. Lie on the bed, and we’ll restrain you.” Her soft words stun me like I’ve been doused with ice water. “Restrain me?” I splutter, looking at the leather bracelets horrified. “No one is restraining me!” My heart is racing now. She expects to chain me up? Me? Not a chance. It’s not just the indignity that’s completely unacceptable. If Riyena recognized me while I was bound, I’d be lost. “Everything that will happen here she can heal with the cunt paste, and you’ll sustain no permanent harm,” states the brunette. In spite of my rapidly deteriorating situation I take a pause at her words and look down at the table. That’s cunt paste? That jar of cream is the magical bacta that can heal anything? This poor Harken female, implanted to feel sadistic urges, tortures women and then heals them with the paste, and the Slavers let her do that as though it’s acceptable behavior? These Slavers are an abomination! Well no one is doing that to me. I have to regain control before these mindless bitches try to get me on that bed. “There’s been a stupid mistake because of poorly worded instructions,” I say to the brunette in my strongest tone, letting all the authority of a woman of Gaianesia show in my voice. “The wrong female arrived first. Go back to Acher… my Master, or send one of your girls, but you must check the instructions. I’m not lying on that bed or even staying here, until the room is properly prepared.” Brunette’s expression hardens. “Please, miss,” she says, patiently but with a trace of steel. “We’re going to prepare you. The group of us can force you down, but it will be more pleasant for you if you co-operate.” I actually growl with exasperation. What a ridiculous farce I’m in. SNAFU – that’s the military term. Situation normal – all fucked up. The whole mission is endangered, and there’s a chance I’ll actually have to go through the indignity of waiting on that bed wearing those bracelets, all because Acheron got distracted by a pretty smile. And where is he? It can’t take that long to pay a tab. Hang on, what if he’s been discovered? That’s an unbearable thought! No, I can’t consider that or I’ll go mad. I’m so frustrated I could explode, but swelling faster in me is the fear of a cornered animal. I’ve never been restrained in my entire life, and I’m going to feel very vulnerable when I’m down there on my back. Now that’s looking more and more likely. These slaves, mistaken or not, are going to follow their implants and their orders, and they’ll attack me if I don’t comply. Assuming nothing has gone wrong, it will be only seconds before Acheron arrives and corrects the mistake, but I’m beginning to see I might actually have to let these women shackle me down before he gets here. While I’m locked down my fate will be on a knife edge – in real danger of permanent enslavement. If Riyena walks in I’m done for. This is a disaster! I never would have agreed to the mission if I thought I might be restrained. But I’m here, and I can’t rewind the clock. The four women are beginning to close on me like hunting predators. I don’t want to fight them – it’s not their fault and it would be undignified for me, plus although I’m strong, I’m not strong enough to win outnumbered by this many. “Gods damn you!” I curse at the last moment before the first one touches me, and then with blood pounding from pressure I climb up onto the bed, speeding up when I discover that leaning over to mount the mattress makes the wrap ride up at my rear. Once on the firm surface I quickly roll over and push the thin silk back in place over my pelvis. I feel sick and I realize I’m shaking. I’m not even secured yet and I’m already shaking. Stay strong, Gaianesian, I tell myself. It’s still going to be okay. Lying back I try to calm myself by concentrating on the glowing lights of the ceiling above be. “Wrist into here, please,” says the brunette, lifting one of the leather shackles into my eye-line. “Really, there’s no need,” I protest, but she cuts me off repeating, “Wrist into here, please.” I look once more anxious look at the open doorway but there’s still no sign of help. Crap, crap, crap! With no other choice I extend my arm, and she encircles my thin bone with the bracelet, buckling it tightly closed. The leather is soft and it isn’t uncomfortable, but it grips me very closely and it’s probably impossible to slip it off, even over my slim hand. She has to lean right over me to secure my other wrist, the one which is on the far side of the bed. While she does so her breasts briefly press against mine through the twin layers of our wraps. “At least tell me your name,” I order her, needing to reduce my rapidly mounting nerves by establishing some kind of superiority over this woman who now has me helpless. “Nastya,” she answers simply, and then, “my name is Nastya.” While Nastya confirms my wrists are tightly held, one of the other women begins pulling out my ankle. I resist instinctively for a moment, until she pulls harder and I must accept she’ll succeed whether I fight her or not. As a healthy Gaianesian, I’m muscular and my limb is probably heavy, so even though I don’t like the sensation of spreading my thighs, to help a fellow female I open my legs for them and move my feet to the corner of the bed. There is the same sensation of the warm leather wrapping around my ankles, and then surrounding me in its tight hold. “Good girl,” Nastya tells me, as though she’s praising a child. Bound for the first time in my life, I experimentally test the strength of my restraints, hearing a clang when I try to pull my hands back in to protect my body. I’d expected I’d be much tougher than such thin metal, but there is no give whatsoever in the alloy attaching the leather to the bed. It’s certainly not going to snap with my efforts. So I twist and turn my wrists instead, trying to reach back to the buckles with my fingers, and there also I quickly confirm that even touching them would require an impossible act of contortion. I’m sure there must be some simple way out of this captivity, but it’s evading me for the moment. Meanwhile my heart has accelerated to race with barely controlled panic. If Riyena walks in here before Acheron, we’re lost, and that should be my main concern, and yet the feeling of being tied up and helpless on my back is somehow currently worse than the far greater danger from the Harken woman. Unable even to release my wrists, my ankle restraints feel as far away as another world. A cool draught on my sex informs me that with my wrap being so short, anyone between my legs would be gifted an uninhibited view of my genitals. It’s impossible in this position for me not to feel totally vulnerable when I can’t even reach my hands in to protect my own body. Where the hell is Acheron? It’s probably going to amuse him when he walks in and sees the haughty Gaianesian woman to be lying here spread-eagled and chained up, unable to do anything but look up at the soft ceiling lights, but it’s acutely humiliating to be that woman. If he’s waiting deliberately I’m gonna absolutely kill him for this. Nastya leaves my view of the ceiling for a moment, and there is the sound of something heavy scraping on the table. I look in time to see her loom back over me, holding the thing that looks like the animal harness. Argh! The dumb implanted bitch thinks she’s going to get me in that thing, but this time enough is enough. “No way,” I say, shaking my head angrily. “Absolutely no way.” “Open your mouth,” she asks, already moving the disgusting bridle towards my face. “Please… it will hurt you if we have to force your jaws apart.” “This is an outrage!” I’m shouting now. “Acher… my owner will have you punished for this.” I’ve had enough of this. He can’t be far away, and the chamber’s doors are still open, so throwing caution to the wind I abandon my use of “Master” and risk shouting his name as loud as I can: “Acheron! Acheron!” But Nastya is undaunted by my calls for help, or my threat to have her punished. For a second time I’m the one who has to give way, and when she takes my jaw in her hand and starts squeezing painfully, I’m forced to yield and open my mouth to permit Nastya to squeeze the ball between my teeth. My last chance pathetic cry of “Acheron!” is suddenly muted as the gag is pressed into place and penetrates between my lips. I work my mouth as though trying to chew, but whatever I do the round sphere I’m holding in my mouth feels too huge, squashing down my tongue, and distending my jaw. While Nastya is reaching behind my head to secure the buckle, lifting my skull with great gentleness, I bite down with all the force I can muster on the straps. Nothing. The ball is heavier and more solid than I would have predicted and the leather is thick and wide. The gag tastes unpleasantly of fear and sweat. I’m not the first wearer of this thing. Nastya releases her hold on my head, lowering me back to the mattress. I’m now free to try to expel the sphere, moving my jaw and tongue in an attempt to work it forwards, but of course, it doesn't move. I’ve been shackled, I’ve got my legs apart and what’s more I’ve been muzzled like an animal. Gods, things are going so badly wrong! Once more I try to protest about the misunderstanding that’s occurred, but this time the only noise I emit is a series of muffled protests that sound more like moaning. Nastya’s instructions were to “prepare the first female to arrive”. A stupid, poorly worded command has reduced a female who should be dominant to this. I was assuming that with the muzzle my indignities must be complete, so when she then casually unfastens the bow holding my slave wrap and I understand what’s about to happen next I offer the most resistance so far, shouting at her through the gag and struggling in my bonds to prevent myself being exposed. But my writhing is futile, and worse, it reinforces to me even more completely how utterly helpless I am. I’m so defenseless that I can’t prevent someone carrying out the trivial act of pulling a string. Crap, crap, crap, I’m gonna be stripped! With ease they tug my wrap out from underneath my back, and suddenly I’m naked. I close my eyes with misery as they bare me. The imminent danger of Riyena and permanent slavery to Aghara-Penthay should still be my only concern, but somehow I can only think about how someone who should respect me – Acheron, is going to see me chained and naked - obscenely naked lying with my thighs apart to openly flaunt my pussy, and with my mouth stuffed with this degrading red ball. I’ll so make sure there’s repercussions once the mission is over – I’ll report him to White Queen and make sure Gaianesian Intelligence don’t use someone so prone to mistakes ever again, but that won’t erase what’s happening here. He’ll still have the image of me nude and degraded to treasure for the rest of his pathetic life. Acheron Doe will have got the better of me. Pausing in plotting my revenge, I open my eyes again to see Nastya is looming over me. “Don’t try to be brave, slave girl,” she says, soothingly brushing back the hair on my forehead, “we all break in the end”, and as I automatically protest in muffled moans that I’m not truly a slave, for this is all an act, Nastya dares to kiss me gently on the cheek. Then she straightens and leads her coterie from the room. No, no, Nastya! Don’t leave me… What happens if the Harken comes while I’m alone here? I cry mutely out after them, humbly pleading to implanted slaves, but see the door separating my torture chamber from the outer dressing room close behind the departing women with a soft swish. Too late I realize they still have my wrap with them – the blue wrap of a private slave. So that’s yet another indignity added to my miseries – later I’ll have to wait nude while someone is dispatched to retrieve it for me. Spread-eagled and staring up at the lights, I deal with my fear by cursing all things male and particularly Acheron. Damn him, where is he? I didn’t want to show the weakness of failing to defeat my bonds while I was in front of those pathetic slave girls, but once alone I allow myself to fight with all my strength against leather and steel, writhing to break and tear bonds and working my jaw and tongue to try and expel the ball. Nothing helps. By the time I admit temporary defeat I’ve started sweating slightly, exertion not helped by the overheated room. I look down at my body to see the beads of liquid condensing on the fleshy swellings of my tits. Like many women on their backs their weight has shifted on my chest, pulling each lush mass to either side of the hard central divide of my breastbone. I’m conscious of my exposed sex - the air of the room between my open legs. It’s so humiliating lying like stripped, bound and gagged like this that I crave some method of releasing tension, so I yell out in all my muted fury. But when I’ve shrieked enough I’m still just as helpless. And shouting out has made the ball of the gag wet – I’ll look like I’m drooling if I’m not careful. Oh, crap, crap, crap! Damn that man! With nothing to do but listen to my pounding heart and wait for the dice role of fate that will deliver me Acheron and freedom or Riyena and slavery, I stare at the ceiling above me, and curse the day I agreed to take this mission. 18 - Riyena When with the same swoosh the inner door opens, and instinctively I turn my head, fear blazes instantly to a crippling inferno of terror. Gods no! It’s her. Riyena. My sister’s lover. The woman who will surely recognize me, markings or not, and who holds the power to betray me to a lifetime of servitude to the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. Riyena is here, and I can’t even get off my back to flee or defend myself. I just manage to hold back the panic, and to think. If I can keep her attention, or even better send her for Acheron’s whose presence would ensure her silence, we might still be able to save this situation. So I humble myself to the level of moaning at her. Don’t run for help Riyena, whatever you do! And my plea works. Thankfully she doesn’t raise the alarm, instead she moves closer, giving me a moment to take in the person who has been the target of my mission. In the image advertising her services at the Palace of Roses she was naked, but the flesh and blood Riyena stands over me wearing a red slave wrap. The dark brown marks around her forehead that reveal her Harken heritage are not concealed by an Aghara-Penthay slave symbol branded into the side of her face. She’s slightly shorter than I’d have expected from her image. Riyena is carrying a small black case like a medic’s bag. I don’t want to know what it contains, and yet I can’t help my eyes being drawn to the thing. I must force her to summon Acheron. I try to lift myself from the bed, making muffled murmuring sounds as I attempt to explain that I’m not meant to be chained naked here, and she must release me or fetch my escort immediately. “Shush, Gaianesian” Riyena says gently to me as the door closes, leaving us alone in this soundproof chamber. “I’m sure it’s very important.” I’d been expecting her to know me, when Gara and I are identical. But at the word “Gaianesian” my thumping heart races yet faster anyway. This is what being at the brink of catastrophe feels like. All she needs to do is tell one of the guards I’m a Gaianesian, and an implant will be my fate. Thank the Gods Riyena seems in no hurry to leave and raise the alarm. In fact she wants to linger. The Harken reaches for the strings holding her wrap in place. “Gaianesians are lesbians. Do you like me?” she asks, as she casually undresses in front of me. With no option other than looking at her I do. I’d seen her small breasts and her hairless, rather puffy vulva before in the image. But standing over me I’m willing to acknowledge she’s not unattractive, for a Harken. Riyena is quite athletic, or maybe they’ve been making her exercise since her capture. Her eyes are as dark as her hair and they’re large, and feminine, but cold. I nod my approval ingratiatingly, followed by shaking my arms a second time to demonstrate my wish to be released, but she just repeats “Shush, Gaianesian” in her Harken accent, and sits on the mattress close to my hip. Riyena is examining me with something like reverence – as though she’s a child given a gift too good to believe. I realize her hand is hovering mere inches from touching me. I look at that hand and in the middle of all my fear and shame I feel hope. Here is the culmination of my mission – all that preparation, all those demeaning experiences, to bring me to that hand. I simply need her to make contact – skin-to-skin and the download will start from her chip to the anklet locked around me. However there is something I’m more desperate to know. And even with my mouth distorted and my tongue squashed by the ball I’m able to make a sound like “Gara”. Riyena nods, and she says in the same soft voice she’s used since she walked in, “You’re asking me if your sister is alive, yes? You know you look just like her? Although there’s something tougher about her, and your eyes aren’t as pretty. I think that’s only dye you’ve used though.” Ignoring those observations, I mouth a plea out through my gag, which no doubt sounds pathetic. How I look doesn’t matter. Just tell me - where is she? Riyena chuckles. “She’s down on the surface. Waiting for us.” No! No! It’s the news I’d dreaded above everything. Pressing my head back into the mattress I stare upwards at the ceiling and blink back tears. Gara! No! She says you’re on the surface. If that’s true that can only mean you’re a sex slave of Aghara-Penthay. My beloved sister, implanted, obedient, degraded, raped, sold. If only you’d died when your ship was attacked. I desperately need a moment to mourn, but Riyena does not allow me long to come to terms with this tragedy. “No doubt White Queen didn’t give a crap about your sister, and only sent here to complete her mission and transfer the data from my secret chip, yes? So you’re eager for me to touch you?” she continues, and then without waiting for me to reply she adds, “Well let me oblige.” And without asking my permission the Harken female does touch me, and not just a touch – she fingers me intimately, at the apex of my legs below my pubic bone, where only my lovers have been permitted. Of course she understands the female body, and the initial contact with the smooth pads of her fingers is in the correct spot to trigger a flare of arousal which immediately heats my abdomen. The prone position I’m in means I can’t look down to see what she’s doing properly. And left with only the nerve signals to inform me, they seem far more intense, and therefore worse when only a moment later my pleasure turns to suffering. Without warning I feel her squash the hooded folds of my clitoris between her knuckles, mashing hard enough to make me tense in my bonds and mutely moan in pain. No-one has tried to harm my sex organs before. My flesh is sensitive there, and I’m astounded how much it can hurt. Fucking bitch! I scowl silently at her. I’m furious, but also aware how utterly unable I am to stop her. The adrenaline spike of pain makes my blood pound even harder. I’m going to have a heart attack at this rate. “You moan just like she does when I torture her…” Riyena says approvingly as I move my pelvis, trying to shift her crushing knuckles into any place that feels less responsive. But shifting only seems to make it worse, and I must moan again. So here she is – my first true sadist. I should pity her, turned by an implant into a monster, but it would be difficult enough forgiving someone who merely hurt me. I can have no sympathy for someone who claims she harmed Gara. The pain from my core reduces to a dull throb when the Harken abruptly releases the pressure, but Riyena isn’t merciful enough to remove her hand from the private place between my legs. Her fingertips remain there, right on my clit. Unconquered I raise my head to show the contempt I have for the kind of person who could hurt my sister. “Bitch!” I mouth from behind my gag. Without the least sign of remorse for what she just did, the Harken woman laughs at me. I try and reassure myself I’ll end up the true victor here. For although it was a humiliation she just inflicted there, forcing me to react when she squashed my clitoris, as Riyena said she just completed the most important part of my mission. The Harken female and I have had physical contact, and the download will be complete. The moment Acheron arrives he’ll release me, and I will leave, while this psycho bitch who claims she tortured Gara will rot in this place. Riyena seems to be reading my mind. “You’re probably feeling pleased with yourself, maybe thinking about the medal that White Queen has waiting back at home. Hero of Gaianesia, Yes? Well don’t start the party yet. See, you’re wildly mistaken about the data Lara. There’s no data chip at all. Never was. You went through all the humiliations to get here for nothing. Look…” She holds up the wrist of her free hand, and indeed there is no trace of an implantation scar, but that means nothing. They don’t always leave marks. I shrug. It’s a trick, of course. Nothing but mind games. Raising my head again I shake it to let her know I’m not fooled – she’s a sadist and it merely gives her pleasure playing mind games. I can’t entirely keep up this show of strong defiance when abruptly Riyena’s other hand leaves my genitals and travels up dreadfully slowly over my pubic bone, making me suck in my abdomen reflexively when she touches me there. But then I claim control of my body once more. I stare at the ceiling, trying to tune out everything that’s happening to me. Like all narcissists, Riyena likes the sound of her own voice and she continues to talk. “All that time your sister thought she was seducing me, when it was in fact the other way round,” she says. “How it aroused me, to see her so stupidly and obligingly yield her body for the sake of her planet. She walked so willingly into our trap, I think the only explanation can be that part of her must have wanted it.” Boldly I shake my head again. Talk is cheap. This is nothing but the implanted Riyena trying to get under my skin. My mental defenses are secure. It’s a different story with my physical form though. Again I can’t help but react when she starts playing with my breasts, gently shaking the flesh to watch the way I move, and then pulling at my nipples, one after the other. Left, right, left, right, inevitably stiffening the nubs. Since puberty I’ve had naturally sensitive nipples and it’s easy for her to make me erect and rubbery. They say women make the best torturers of women, because they understand how it feels. I’m already preparing for Riyena to try and hurt my chest like she did with my sex, and I start tensing in my shackles in preparation for the worst. But anticipation doesn’t aid resistance, and sure enough when the pain does come for a second time, as she pinches my left bud between her fingernails ferociously hard, once more I must cry out. When Riyena releases me and coherence returns I raise my head enough to look down and assess the harm. It felt hard enough to make me bleed, those sharp nails. But although my nipple is an angry red color, it doesn’t look damaged in the least. At some time I’ve started breathing heavily and the ball of my gag has somehow become slick with saliva. Enough is enough. Acheron, get in here now! I pull fiercely at my shackles, trying to break free. I want to be released and get out of here. Even the Bountiful Sluts would be better than lying helpless in this room. “If you Gaianesians have a weakness,” observes Riyena relentlessly, “it’s that you’re too trusting around other women. Gara took in all my bullshit about being a discontented lesbian who wanted to flee the Harkens way too easily. And when she longed to believe me that much, she got sloppy. She didn’t even check I’m actually a Harken.” At this comment I’m at least able to look scornfully at her delicate pattern of Harken markings, clearly visible over the slave tattoo. I snort my derision. This woman is a Harken if ever I saw one. “But I certainly don’t come from Harka-Ringworld, and here has been my home since I sought out the master and willingly offered myself, many years ago. Aghara-Penthay.” Ha! That’s the least believable part of her denials so far. It makes me feel a little better. No woman willingly calls Aghara-Penthay home and lets herself be tattooed, implanted, made slave. And Riyena is a woman. The thin deceit confirms everything she’s telling me is sadistic lies. The intelligence chip is in there. The data is in me. I will emerge the victor. Perhaps she’s too stupid to realize I‘m not fooled. “The only part of the story I told your sister that was true is that I’m female.” I roll my eyes sarcastically. Whatever. Say what you like. But looking away is a mistake. I don’t see her hand return to between my legs, so when it’s suddenly at my core I flinch. Then she moves my clit in steady circles, reigniting the pleasure that comes before more pain. Angrily I shake my bonds. Get your hand away from there, bitch! I’m not letting you turn me on. She speaks to me, voice heavy with amusement at my humiliated indignation. “It was Salarin, the most sadistic of the faction leaders here, and my Master’s clan chief, who got a tip off two years ago that one of the top Gaianesian intelligence agents was an exceptionally beautiful woman,” Riyena says while I try to fight my swelling arousal. “What an excellent Rape Runner your sister would make, we thought. Gara would be a superb contestant – she’s exquisite, and seeing any Gaianesian break makes for good entertainment. But there was one Gaianesian we wanted even more than your sister – White Queen.” “So we asked ourselves - what would be important enough to also lure White Queen to a place where we could take her? She knows well we want her, and is very careful. Perhaps a traitor claiming to have the entire defense plans of Harka-Ringworld would be good enough to draw her off world.” (I close my eyes in private shame. Oh, her touch is making me so wet. It’s not fair that woman understands woman’s weaknesses.) “My Master’s project began. He is one of the Aghara-Penthay bounty hunters, who captures special order slaves and difficult to retrieve women. Following his guidance I began to put myself in front of your sister. At the same time, to make your planet’s need to act more urgent by tipping the war against Gaianesia, the Slavers started supplying the Harkens with advanced blaster weapons, in exchange for a portion of the females captured on Calico.” “We could have had Gara at any time from the early days onwards, but we held out for the bigger prize, and disappointingly White Queen showed no sign of rising to take the bait herself, not even when your sister made repeated risky journeys to our rendezvous on poorly defended shuttles. Typical woman, White Queen, letting others take the risk.” “Unable to delay longer we decided to cut our losses and take Gara for the Rape Run. It had to be concluded before your people discovered they were being strung along and there never was any Harken data. I made sure she was captured alive from the freighter, and then under interrogation Gara gave us a wonderful gift – something she’d kept secret through my entire relationship with her up to then - that she had an identical twin.” “There were rapid discussions between my Master and the faction leader, Salarin. Surely even Gaianesian women weren’t dumb enough to fall for the same trick twice? But we decided to give one last throw of the dice before this year’s Rape Run, and we advertised my presence on the Hub prominently. White Queen would know all that data was so tantalizingly within reach, if only the genetically identical twin could be persuaded to make the risky journey.” Suddenly Riyena abandons my clit and jumps onto the bed, straddling me, her solid weight bearing down on my pelvis. Surprised, I flinch. Her face looms over me, and she looks quite insane with the delusion of victory. “Did you like my naked picture in the advert? You didn’t know that was staged all for you, did you, my Lara? You, and White Queen?” I shake my head again. I’ve heard nothing to convince me this is true. The biggest flaw in Riyena’s tale is still obvious - that a woman would never willingly go along with such debasement, sadist or not. If Riyena was working for Aghara-Penthay she must have had a thousand chances to escape her slavery when she was away from the Slaver’s planet and with my sister. The Harken abruptly pinches my other nipple, and once more I can’t help but shriek. Then Riyena reaches with both hands for my face. She knots her fists in the leather straps either side of my harness, and uses them to shake my head so vigorously from side to side that I see stars. “You know I was watching the first time they raped your sister. It was a gang rape, but I think she enjoyed it anyway,” Riyena gloats, so coldly and believably that mind games or not, I briefly lose the ability to restrain my growing hatred of her, and I growl and tense in my bonds, shaking my hands as though I want to claw her eyes out. She chuckles. “Good, hate. That’s the expression I want to see.” And then… “Please hate me Lara. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together over the next few months, and I really want you to hate me, and hate me almost as much as you’re going to learn to fear me. Yes, I watched them rape her and I saw how much she liked it. Wait ‘til you find out how wet the Reflex makes her. When we’d been lovers, before her capture, I was sometimes a little rough with her and even back then she willingly let me trigger her Reflex. I think when she was in chains, she was pleased to have an excuse to yield.” Mind games or not I respond by struggling frenziedly to free myself and take vengeance against this disgrace to the female sex. How dare she say things like that about Gara? Gara would never, ever, consent to willingly play with her Reflex. When I get loose I’m going to rip this Harken bitch to pieces. Right now Riyena is the person in the universe with whom I least want to be intimate, but she touches my core anyway, returning once more to the most private place between my spread legs. Those delightful unstoppable circles of my clitoris resume. I wriggle my pelvis and try to move away, but I can’t. I’m not sure if the arousal is harder to cope with than the pain. “Shall we try your Reflex?” Riyena taunts, and I feel the most fear I’ve experienced since arriving here. “See how wet you get?” Please let that be a bluff. Surely no woman could do that to another woman. And thank the gods it is a bluff. She is just scaring me. “I’m not allowed, I’m afraid. The Master wanted to claim that honor.” Riyena’s presence, the insistent warmth swelling from her steady circles between my thighs have become so overwhelming I’ve temporarily forgotten my own master, Acheron. But when she says “Master” I’m reminded - what has happened to Acheron Doe? Something must have gone wrong – it can’t possibly have taken this long just to pay for the session in this chamber of horrors, and make his way down here. It shows how far my standards have slipped since my arrival, that when the idea pops into my head that maybe this is all a game, because Acheron wants to teach me a lesson before we return on the Bountiful Sluts, I feel relieved. I shake my arms and legs again and give a muted scream, in futile hope he can hear me through the soundproof walls. Fine, he wins. Let him know I’m suffering, and just come to let me go. But still there’s no sign of the escort coming to save me. Wet, and starting to ache with heat from Riyena’s circling touch, I summon fresh reserves of courage and look defiantly at the Harken woman. I’m brave, and I’m logical. If her story were true and all the time she was with my sister she’d disguised possession of an implant and a slave tattoo, I still can’t believe she wouldn’t have jumped at the chance of escape from Aghara-Penthay, the first instance they’d let her leave this world. Once more Riyena seems to guess my thoughts. “You’re wondering about this?” she asks, reaching for the swirling pattern on the side of her face delicately, “And this?” and she touches the place at the base of her skull. Riyena chuckles. “Unlike you deluded sluts, I don’t mind accept the natural superiority of males. As his proven devoted slave, I get special access I get so much in exchange.” She laughs again. “That’s right, you don’t believe it yet, but your cunt is my plaything to share with him now.” Between my legs the circling continues. She slips a finger into my slick warmth, only one of many women to have done so, then raises it to her lips and tastes me. How dare she? How dare she? “You know…” Riyena says, “I wasn’t even given an implant configured to make me sadistic towards other women. They don’t work on my species, so actually I don’t have an implant at all. But sadism is in the nature of us. We like our toys. For example – been wondering what this is?” Abruptly she leans down, reaching for something out of my sight. When she straightens it’s in a way to let me see that she’s holding that small black case, and the jar of healing paste. With a click she opens the former and displays the contents. I’m only here on Aghara-Penthay for a mission and I’ll be leaving soon, but I shrink back in horror into the mattress anyway. I see needles. Dozens of them, ranging in size from an inch in length to three inch needles, and from barely bigger than the width of a hair to a sixteenth-of-an-inch thick. No. I shake my head, and then my pull with my arms. If this is a joke then there’s been enough teasing by my escort. He can’t hate me enough to actually let her stick one of those things in me. It’s time for Acheron to make his entrance, and for both of us to go home. Riyena ostentatiously selects a needle, one of the heaviest ones in the set, letting me see it and anticipate where it might go. “A part of me wants to make it last forever, this part of your life when you think you’re better than me and you still have hope. But I also can’t wait to see your face the moment I dash it all to ruins. And the Master doesn’t have forever. Unfortunately it’s time. So look at me, Gaianesian.” Uncomprehending I do look up at Riyena, in time to see something strange happen. Her skin begins to ripple and shift, as though she’s become fluid, and she takes on a new shape. Terror goes nuclear as I find myself straddled by Acheron Doe’s assistant, the blonde Kikizi who boarded the Gaianesian ship. “You’d make a prize slave,” she says in the exact same tone she used measuring for my wrap on the Vengeful Goddess. Before I release the scream her shape is already shifting again, and this time she takes the form of dark-skinned Dealla, my fellow female on the tramp shuttle. “Erotic, isn’t it, feeling so vulnerable?” she mimics. The alien straddling me, an alien whose true form I’ve probably not even seen, ripples once more and reassumes the shape of Riyena. No, no, no, no, no! She might look like a Harken now but she’s not one at all, and she was right. I am indeed the one who has been a fool. She’s one of the shapeshifting humanoids. And if Dealla, and Kikizi, and Riyena, are in the service of the Slavers, she must know about Acheron. Gara was tricked. I’ve been tricked. Acheron was tricked. We’ve all been tricked. My universe comes crashing down on me as I start to understand the enormity of the truth. I’ve just willingly walked into captivity, and delivered myself to the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. “It took some work to keep getting in front of you Lara, racing from Acheron’s office to the Bountiful Sluts and from the shuttle to the Palace of Roses, but man, was it worth it to see the look on your face now,” Riyena taunts. I’m shouting hysterically, muffled calls of “Acheron! Acheron”, some illogical last chance that he might have evaded this trap and still come to get me. Riyena shakes her head. “You’ve never met Acheron Doe, Lara. You travelled here with my Master, Egregious Klink.” If that’s true her words are another devastating blow. That man was Egregious Klink? Salarin’s bounty hunter? The one who recaptured Ja-Alixxe? Before I can process this additional catastrophe Riyena reaches for my clitoris swollen with arousal and takes the flesh between her fingertips, pulling it out and away from my pubis. I tense desperately in my bonds, now hysterical with fear as I understand there’s no rescue coming, and in seconds she’ll be pressing that needle into me. There’s nothing I can do to stop her, and I’ve been lost since I boarded the tramp shuttle. “We’re going to be lovers, Lara, more intimate that you’ve been with any woman before, so you’ll have no secrets from me and you are okay to scream.” I shouldn’t be weak, but I’m well on my way to doing that already, whimpering a plea of “No! No! No!” through my gag, when she pushes the needle into the focus of my sex for the first time. After that there is no sanity or understanding or the chance to form coherent speech, only pain. 19 - Tortured A moment lasts for eternity when you’re being tortured, and yet in contradiction, you lose your mind and it becomes impossible to judge the passage of time. You only begin to re-evaluate reality in the moments in between – a hoarseness in your throat telling you that you must have been screaming for a long time; the aching muscles that have come from nowhere, sweat over your body showing just how fiercely you struggled, and the way you can’t stop shaking from the fear. The female body has a defensive mechanism where after a certain amount of abuse the damaged area begins to lose sensitivity, and the mountainous peaks of agony flatten to gentler hills. Unfortunately Riyena seems to be familiar with this, and she also knows that the nerve endings in a vulnerable organ when given pause or smothered with cunt paste recover rapidly. Thus, when she tortures me for the first time she methodically alternates between my breasts and my sex, piercing her needles right through double-sided flesh such as my nipples and the hood of my clitoris, and embedding pins deep into surrounding areas such as the padded lips of my vulva and the heavy, full, masses of my boobs. Each time a needle begins its inexorable progress it’s impossible not to scream as a part of my delicate body becomes white hot fire. The sounds I emit are not screams of fear, not the shriek of a damsel in the clutches of the monster in a movie, but are animal howls of unbearable suffering. Once a needle is embedded and I briefly regain some sanity, she likes to move it around inside me and enjoy the new reaction this produces. Rapidly I lose all bodily control. Before long when Riyena takes one of her pauses I weep like I’ve never cried before, uncontrollably, my torso gasping with the sobs. I start shaking as if I’m a frail old crone. At one point when a pin goes into my vulva, my bladder involuntarily releases and I flood my urine across the mattress, leaving me lying in a warm damp puddle of my own stinking fluids. I don’t know how long the torture has been going on before the man who I’ve been calling Acheron joins us. He wasn’t there at one time, and then he is, sitting quietly in a chair leant forward to watch us. He appears during one of the instances when Riyena was torturing my chest. She’s pressed needle after needle deep into the flesh of my breasts. There are so many of the things sticking out that I look like I’m carrying twin pale pink pincushions. I’m surprised there’s not much blood for so much agony – the merest trickle from the needles, except for at my nipples where she’s pierced right through me. I must be a sorry sight. With it being difficult for me to breath around the gag, my crying has exploded snot from my nose, leaving my face filthy and disgusting. Bloody, disgusting and naked, I turn my head to Acheron and abandoning any show of Gaianesian strength I moan through my gag a humble slave’s plea for mercy. I don’t care about pride and whether women are better than men. I just want the suffering to stop. But the man I see doesn’t seem concerned by what’s happing to me. I wouldn’t have believed my spirits could sink even lower but faced with his indifference it happens. Riyena told the truth - he’s not Acheron, but Egregious Klink, who hunts prize slaves for Salarin’s faction. I’m not about to return on the Bountiful Sluts with Gaianesian agent Acheron Doe, but to go to the surface of Aghara-Penthay for implantation, slavery, and enduring rape after rape after rape. This fellow who now owns me utterly says casually to Riyena, “more pins, in her labia.” and I begin to blubber feebly, anticipation making what’s about to happen worse. My bladder releases again, but there’s no liquid left in me to spill. She moves for me. My thighs are tensed rigid, as they’ve been each time, a desperate attempt to protect my vulva by closing my legs, but I do no better defending myself than I did against any of her other assaults and it’s hopeless. Riyena finds me just as open and immobile a target as if I’d done nothing. I feel her pulling at my lips and I pray for the miracle that death would be. For infinity longer there is only more pain as my sex is immersed in molten lava. Instinctively I arch my back as though I were trying to snap my own spine, lifting my damaged breasts with their garden of pins up to the room. Next time I have any sanity comes when a discreet chime from the door is alerting us to someone outside. A man I don’t know enters, dressed in the uniform of a Slaver of Aghara-Penthay. I look to this new arrival pleadingly, ready to accept any aid that ends my misery, but he only grins viciously when he sees my naked broken body and says, “Nice!” Then he turns to Acheron and clicks his heels together with an unexpected salute of respect. “Egregious, Sir,” he says, confirming the last Riyena’s words. “You wanted to be notified when the cruiser docked with the shipment.” I’ve blindly handed over complete power over myself to Egregious Klink. Hysterical despair claims me when I hear his name confirmed, and I scream and scream and scream. I’m won’t ever be leaving the Hub. I’m the captive of Egregious Klink, bounty hunter to Slaver faction leader Salarin. It’s only when I’ve screamed myself to exhaustion that I regain fresh sense of my surroundings. Riyena, if that’s her real name, is still straddling me, sitting on my pelvis. “You believes it now, don’t you, little toy?” she says as she leans over me for a moment to kiss me in a way that deliberately lets her weight press against the pins in my breasts. Gods help me I do. I do believe her. I look out to my shackled wrists in utter defeat. I’m lost. Inevitably they’ll send me to the surface, to be implanted, branded, and turned into an obedient sex toy like Riyena and apparently Gara. I’ll be ruined, unable to ever show my face on the world of my birth. Any thought of my mission, whether the data is real or not, is forgotten. All there is for me is to hope I get chance to kill myself, and end this nightmare before it’s too late. “Have the house sluts clean her up,” Klink orders Riyena as the guard leaves us again. “I want to rape her before the shipment gets here, and The Reflex doesn’t work if they’re too badly broken.” I moan yet another plea. The Reflex? Oh please no. I’m not a virgin, so rape me if you must, but not my Reflex. But there is little time for me to ponder future torments, for Riyena is rapidly pulling pins from my chest, each one triggering a fresh flare of agony from which I can’t help struggling and mutely screaming, shaking my masses of flesh from side to side. I start crying again when she rubs the healing cream into me. Not because the cunt paste brings torture, but because the sensation is so blissfully soothing that I instinctively feel gratitude to my torturer when I should be hating Riyena even more than Klink. Within a couple of minutes my body is as though nothing ever happened to me. Impossible as it seems I can’t feel a trace of the injuries from moments ago. There is the sound of the door opening again. I lift my head from the mattress looking for some form of aid, and my restraints Klink with taut metal, but it is merely a slave – one of those menial girls from the House of Roses who escorted me to this chamber of horrors. I’d considered her with something close to contempt when I arrived only a short time ago, but now I’m jealous. She is allowed clothing - a red wrap, she is unbound, and not lying in a pool of her own fluid. The slave girl has a bucket to clean me. This she does intimately, sponging soap between my spread legs and over my sensitive sex. “Take off the gag first,” Riyena orders curtly. “Before cleaning her face, wet it with a sponge soaked with her urine. Leave her in the stink until last of all, and finally clean that pretty smile properly for my Master.” Wide eyed, I look at Klink, but see no mercy. Riyena’s request will be permitted. Inexorably the ball, wet with my own saliva, is removed. I am once more human and have the ability to speak, but I can think of nothing to say. Stoically I look up at the ceiling while my face is smeared with warm fluid reeking of my own acrid piss, and I’m forced to lie inhaling that stench while the rest of my body is washed clean. I’m grateful to the slave when she eventually returns to my face, so I try to smile humbly at her, but seeing sympathy in her expression my lip trembles and I break. While I weep she towels me, gently, and with dryness goes all signs that I bled on this bed or wet myself with fright. Physically I look no different to the woman who first was chained here on the bed. Mentally I am a stranger – someone already defeated and shattered to pieces. Then, without speaking the slave girl leaves, abandoning me to my tormentors. This time it is Egregious who takes a seat on the mattress next to me. He said he’d rape me, and with The Reflex, once I was clean. Contemplating what’s coming, I find words to speak. “Please don’t, I’ll give you anything,” I say, looking up at him as appealingly as I can from my place on my back. I don’t spare a glance for Riyena – I won’t get any mercy from her, but in Klink I might reach a grain of humanity towards a damsel in distress. He strokes my bare breast appreciatively. Slaver men favor loose combat pants without underwear, so the penis is not restricted by tight clothing. I see he is already rampantly hard, and know I’m not going to evade a violation. We’re taught that once an unpacified male’s blood is up he loses his mind, and nothing can stop him rutting. If this man’s penis is anything like the two I encountered at Subardin, I’m not going to be able to prevent him from forcing it inside me. But I’ve had sex before, so having Klink’s manhood in me is certainly not my greatest fear. That terror is something too shameful to speak its name. “Please,” I repeat. “Rape me, but don’t do the other…” Without responding to this Klink releases his dick and then he mounts the bed, overshadowing me with his bulk. His cock is large, in proportion with the rest of his body. He’s been circumcised and the crown is darker than the heavily veined shaft, almost purple with engorged blood. It’s one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. “You have nothing to offer me other than your body,” he at last tells me as he moves himself into position and pushes at me with the tip of himself. Stretched out on my back I brace myself ready to feel him enter. During the torture I’ve become dry between my legs and I’m expecting his penetration to be painful, but just before he spears into me Klink drags back sharply on my hair and the thing Gaianesian females fear more than anything happens. The Reflex. 20 - Reflex Although it is believed that there is a common origin between Gaianesian women and the Harkens, the millennia of separation during the dark ages after the solar flare led to a crucial evolutionary difference between our two species. Harken women, in their more hierarchical society, were less likely to endure gang rape than Gaianesian females forced to survive alone or in the loose tribal bands roaming our world’s surface. So likely was mass rape on dark-age Gaianesia that damage to female reproductive organs became by far the most common cause of death among women in the population. Therefore women who had the capability to survive rape with only psychological harm had an evolutionary advantage over their less lucky sisters. Lower species of mammals across many planets exhibit a phenomenon known as lordosis, where during mating a female reflexively arches her back to present her organs, while also remaining as submissive and still as if she were hypnotized. It was perhaps another mutation resulting from the flare that triggered the re-emergence of something similar to this in Gaianesian women. When our hair is pulled, down towards our spines so as to bend our heads back, we instantly become lubricated between our legs and experience an arousal so intense it leaves us in a trancelike state, with absolutely no ability to resist the assailant. There is no sense left of anything in us but the pleasure, and the completion that comes from being filled. We have no control over it. It is The Reflex. Had this emerged during a civilized age, the genetic aberration would have probably died out. But as becoming lubricated greatly aided a female’s chances of enduring on our violent anarchic planet, women who showed The Reflex were more successful and began to spread through the population. Our scientists estimate that by the end of the first millennia after the flare, ninety-nine percent of women exhibited The Reflex. By the third millennia, there was no-one without it. Then, in the fourth millennia Listu Adorin and her followers established the female-dominated civilization that protects us today. But there were no women left for the breeding programs to weed back out the defective gene. It remained in us buried away, a humiliating dirty secret reminding us we were once the weaker sex. Every Gaianesian girl knows about The Reflex from the time she reaches puberty. You can feel its edges doing something as mundane as brushing your hair, that little tug of euphoric relaxation. Mothers explain it to daughters, a blushing conversation in a private room. Don’t pull other girls’ hair. Or have them pull yours. It’s forbidden to yield to anyone. And they’ll find out – you’ll go purple. That’s right - purple. When a woman is tempted to experiment (and many do, for the trance orgasms are said to be mind-blowing) and has her Reflex triggered too often, the brown patterning around our foreheads begins to change color, first going plum and then turning a fully purple shade, showing permanently that the wearer is a woman who likes to submit. In some women, the alteration begins after triggering The Reflex after only a couple of times. Others can last as many as fifty before fully developing the badge of shame. It’s common for younger girls to take that risk and experiment with their most trusted friends – the young always believe they’re invulnerable, and most of us want to know what it feels like just once. But if the alteration in color does come, Gods help them, for on Gaianesia it is social suicide. As I’ve already discussed submissives are outcasts. At the very least it means a life in exile in Subardin, and often fallen women are given a prison sentence. The lesson is clear. We must remain a strong, empowered people. We are not a planet of females who willingly let themselves be turned into helpless, waiting, sex objects. For many centuries all Gaianesian women shaved their heads, rendering triggering of their Reflex impossible. But with our planet safe under the passivation program, there was little to fear and gradually we began to grow our hair again, mirroring the fashions popular in the rest of the galaxy. Only the women at the front fighting the Harkens, where they risk being disabled by the Reflex in hand-to-hand combat, shave their heads now. I believe in Gaianesian values. My disapproval of female submission means I want nothing less than to be turned into a helpless, waiting, sex object myself. But when Klink pulls my hair The Reflex happens anyway. I melt, becoming limp as my body turns to liquid pleasure, and when he penetrates me I moan a different kind of moan as I experience stimulation like I’ve never felt in my life. Gods help me it feels good! My back curves so I might press my stiff tingling nipples against his chest and instead of shrinking from the contact between us I crave a more complete merging. I barely feel his penis thrust into me – it is nothing, certainly not painful – and yet it is everything. I am a glove created to surround him, and now I’m fulfilling my purpose, squeezing him tight as he thrusts in, out, in, out, oh, the sensation is exquisite. Words can barely convey how aroused I remain while Egregious Klink rapes me, using my hair to control me the way one uses the reins to control a beast. The chance of my resisting him was small enough with my wrists and ankles bound, but The Reflex renders me utterly defenseless. Most of the time Gaianesian women are strong, but when our weaknesses are used against the surrender of control is total. My genes are no different, so when Klink ejaculates into me, a gentle tug on my hair is all that’s needed to ensure I climax with him. It takes only seconds for my high to subside. Lucidity returns to confront me with the truth that I just orgasmed during my own rape. The shame that I was made to show sexual pleasure, as though a part of me was always submissive and craved to be conquered, is too much to bear. I can’t look at the victory in his face, and the cruel pleasure in Riyena’s, so I turn my head to the side and stare at the blank wall and my shackled wrist. I’ve already lost track of the number of times I’ve wept since arriving in this room but that doesn’t stop me bursting into tears once more as I contemplate what just happened. He used my Reflex. Klink is still pressing down on me, and the bouncing sobs of my chest no doubt move my body against him pleasingly, but I can’t help it. His cock remains hard, although I can feel it beginning to shrink. The muscles in my thighs and my abdomen are trembling with the aftermath of my orgasm. Gods no! He used my Reflex. How many times will I be able to endure it before my markings begin to change? Women like to remain together for some time in post-coital intimacy, but only a minute or so passes before Klink pushes himself up, using my breasts to prop his heavy weight, then he withdraws. The sudden stimulation of his penis slicing against my walls is intense, making me cry out again and strain in my bonds. “Fetch the control egg from my things.” He commands Riyena in a weary voice. I turn back to the room, wondering what new humiliation is a “control egg”, while he nonchalantly tucks away the prick that just ruined my world. “Master,” she replies obediently. Riyena has watched every moment of me being degraded and violated and I can see from the dirty smirk on her face she enjoyed it. I’m limp with shock. I feel perilously close to shattering into madness. I must say or do something, anything but think of truth that my future is a slave woman of Aghara-Penthay being implanted, broken, sold, and suffering an uncountable number of rapes. The only question I can summon is, “What happened to Acheron?” My voice sounds pathetic to my own ears. I’m almost hoarse from screaming and crying. “Down a garbage chute at the Merlon starbase,” Egregious answers uncaringly. “Woman lover… he deserved what he got.” I can’t feel any sympathy for a male, a male I’ve never met. I have more immediate concerns. “Is that why you made me come here on that shuttle?” I croak. “We could have used my ship easily enough, but I wanted to humiliate you,” Klink smiles. “And the look on your face when you first walked into the lounge was priceless.” Riyena bounces onto the bed at my side. She grins maliciously, holding up something for me to see. The “control egg” it turns out is a smooth chrome object about two inches long, comprising a metal egg on a round base. It’s rather like a distorted miniature globe on a pedestal. “It goes in your cunt,” Klink tells me from across the room, and signals Riyena to place the object. “No!” I protest, tensing my thighs yet again to try and resist an invader, but there’s the same clang from my ankle restraints and I’m just as unable to prevent the penetration as I’ve been since the slaves shackled me. The rounded end of the egg feels cold against my vulva. Riyena pushes roughly – she wants to hurt me when she inserts it, but I’m so lubricated from the rape that it moves inside me with an easy slither. She probes deeper until the wide disc presses against my nether lips, preventing it going further. It’s not the worst thing to endure, that is until I feel it suddenly swell inside me. “No! No!” I cry in horror, thinking it’s going to grow and grow until it bursts out of me. But when it’s reached what feels like the size of a newborn’s head, pushing against my inner walls, the expansion stops. Nervously I look up at my two captors, my breathing rapid, hyper-conscious of the giant alien thing inside my womb. Klink shows me a handheld control pad, an elegant graphite color thing with nothing more on it than a button. “Until you’re implanted we’ll keep you obedient with this,” he says. “The harder we press, the more it hurts.” And he demonstrates. I howl, the noise deafening in the small room, and my body arches rigid in my bonds. It feels as though I’m being shocked with white hot lightning right inside the sensitive areas of my vagina - the pain spreading out from there to electrify every muscle in my body. It’s probably only a few seconds of this next torture, but when the pain goes I’m gasping as though I’ve run a race, and I can feel the sheen of sweat beading anew on my skin. It takes a moment to bring my voice back under control and during that time I emit a feeble series of moans with each breath. Gods that hurt. No human being would inflict that amount of suffering on another human if they understood how it felt. And that was just the physical aspect of the domination. Having this torture implement used on me because I have a vagina - turning my very femininity against me as a source of humiliation and leaving me knowing I’m even vulnerable from the inside - such cruelty. “Again?” asks Klink. “No! No! No!” I beg, terrified. “You’ll obey every order?” “Yes! Yes!” “I have a controller too,” Riyena tells me, and she zaps me again anyway, just to teach me there doesn’t have to be a reason for using the thing on me. After the second jolt I just manage to keep my emotions under control and avoid giving the shapeshifter the satisfaction of again bursting into tears. “You can let her go now,” Klink tells Riyena with a dismissive wave. Thank the gods, at least they’re taking me out the bonds. I feel Riyena at my ankles first, until the restraints are suddenly loose and mercifully I’m able to close my legs. It’s too late to save myself from the rape, or the egg that feels as though it’s distending me, or to undo his using my Reflex, but it’s a mercy to be able to squeeze my thighs and hide the shameful metal object protruding from my pussy. I still have my wrists shackled, so I can only wait as Riyena looms over me, her naked body pressing intimately against my own. The chilling smile she gives me, private meant to be just between us, is pure evil. “Welcome to the family, slave!” she whispers, and she kisses me on the nose almost tenderly. Ignore her, I tell myself. Neither words nor kisses will ever hurt me. My wrists are at last free and I’m able to cautiously sit up. I do so to find my whole body feels sore. The muscles in my limbs are aching with the ferocity of my struggles against the restraints. Once upright, of course the first thing I want to do is to reach between my legs, take hold of the disc base and try to pull out the egg, even though I know in its enlarged state it’s not going to pass between my lips without tearing me as though I’m giving birth. I’m ashamed on touching my warm genitals to discover my sex is unpleasantly sticky. I’m soiled, carrying the signs of a rape victim and of the Reflex. I tug the metallic base away from me, but don’t get anywhere saving myself from the control device. Quickly I learn its size is not the egg’s only defense mechanism. As I begin to pull the pain restarts – just a tingling at first, but intensifying by every fraction of an inch I try to withdraw it. Before it’s out even the length of a fingernail, the electric jolts are too uncomfortable, and I have to give-up and let it sink back into me. Klink laughs at my failure. “You Gaianesians think men are stupid.” After being bound so totally on the bed I’m expecting to be reshackled, or leashed, or endure at least some form of restraint, so it actually makes me more uncertain what to do when Klink and Riyena all but ignore me and prepare to leave. She wraps the red Aghara-Penthay slave’s robe about herself and fastens its bow under her arm. It doesn’t do much to conceal her – her legs and arms are bare and the robe has its gaping opening at her left side, but left with nothing I feel very naked in comparison. At the door Klink looks back at me impatiently. “Come slave, what are you waiting for?” “My wrap?” I plead, and he sneers. “If you want clothing now, you have to earn it.” Covered or not, it looks as though I have no choice but to follow. 21 - Parade Walking nude onto the mezzanine is one of the most unbearable moments of my life. The torture was the worst pain I’ve experienced, and being raped was the most psychologically damaging, but this tops the billboard for humiliation. I’m naked, naked, in front of so many people. It seems impossible to believe that barely an hour ago I had another life – one with a future. I’d considered myself superior to the red-wrapped girls and the naked ones then. Now I’m more pathetic than all of them, for they were probably captured in space piracy whereas I’m here because of my own gullibility. My instinct is to hide my body, but Klink notices and orders me to keep my arms by my sides. A wave of the egg’s control pad demonstrates that obedience is in my only option. So in spite of showing a face red with shame, and nipples that are still rubbery with the aftermath of arousal, I waddle bloated out among the crowds with all my secrets on view. It was embarrassing enough being among the crowds when I still had the blue wrap on. Undressed, it’s assumed I’m available, and I attract far more attention. “Trading that slave?” says a wealthily dressed male who hurries up to Klink, looking at me as though I’m a piece of meat. “I’ll pay you three thousand credits to sell me your girl.” “Sorry, friend,” says Klink with a grin, “but this one’s mine, and I’m keeping her.” “Shame,” he says with a shrug. “This is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. We’re talking Rape Run grade cunt.” “Help yourself to a free feel though,” Klink says in the same hospitable tone he used when I watched the video of him giving away Ja-Alixxe. “If she resists you she’ll regret it.” Did he just say what I thought he said? I look at my owner, astounded. After they put in the egg inside me I decided not to fight any more, but pure instinct pushes away the stranger’s hairy hands which reach immediately for my breasts, and without warning I’m in agony on the floor, reaching between my legs to pull at the egg which feels as though it’s white hot against my tender inner walls. I look up pleadingly to the stranger as I’m tortured again. Dark eyes and hair. Malicious grin. No mercy for me here. The pain vanishes as suddenly as it arrived, but the hairy hands return, leaning down to me on the floor, and this time I override the urge to fight. This man’s skin is rough – the texture of someone who does manual work for his living. Large fingers squeeze my breasts uncomfortably, pulling and pinching my nipples until they stiffen further for him. The shame, and fear, and futile anger I’m feeling are infinite. Death would be a mercy compared to this. “Up on your feet now, slave,” hairy-hands orders. I scramble up quickly. I’ve recovered some sense of self-possession since my initial insane panic in the torture chamber, so I try to reason a plan. I’m not ready to face another dose of the egg, and that means until I figure out a way to escape this situation, my best option is to play along. My resolve to stay calm is tested severely by hairy-hands though. The groping I receive for the next few minutes is thorough and intimate. The only place hairy-hands doesn’t access is inside my pussy, stuffed as it is with the egg. Of all things that could save me from his molestation, it ends up being the Hub’s public address system. “Honored visitors to Aghara-Penthay – there will be a parade of slaves for your entertainment along the mezzanine level in two minutes.” Klink laughs cruelly to hairy-hands. “Oh, you gotta all see this,” he tells him, and then to me, “come, slave.” Automatically I have my arms half crossed over my breasts, but at a frown from Riyena I drop them back to my sides. Apprehensively I trot behind my captors, over-aware of my nudity. What did the announcement mean? As a slave will I be asked to “parade”? The crowd is becoming dense. Almost everyone in it is male. I suppose most women are working. Packed between bodies, hands brush me and grab at me. I’m unable to retaliate. There are too many men around me to report them to Klink, even if I knew who to blame for each sexual assault. Pinching my bare buttocks seems to be a particular favorite, as I can’t guard behind me all the time. I’m not the only one suffering though, for I begin to hear the voices of other women, many women, growing louder. And then the rapidly growing crowd parts, and I see them. It is White Queen who walks at the front of the line of barefoot captives. Her elderly face is proudly staring straight ahead, in spite of her chains. My heart goes out to them as I see one and then another and then another – every last one of the crew and passengers of Vengeful Goddess shuffling silently along the mezzanine, with their wrists shackled behind their backs. The women are linked together in a chain – a metal collar at the throat of each one joined with a short length of steel to the wrist bound behind the woman ahead, so all must move together following the path of White Queen or risk dislocating the shoulders of the girl in front. There was no need to secure them this barbarically. It’s not as if there’s anywhere to go if the poor creatures do try to flee. All of my comrades still wear regulation Gaianesian jumpsuits, but here and there a torn zipper exposes a vest underneath, and there are a few split lips and bruised faces to suggest that the abuse of my fellow citizens has already begun. Spread around the captives like satellites come the Slaver guards, all carrying weapons that look like relay batons. I’ve seen these before – slave goads. Where the live-end touches a body, the contact produces a searing electrical discharge inflicting immense suffering on the victim, but there is not the least actual physical harm. It is a perfect weapon for controlling prisoners. The guards wear badges I recognize as the insignia of Salarin’s faction. At the front of the group, close to White Queen, walks the guard captain, a heavyset man with a thick black beard and a low brow which gives him a primitive appearance. He nods respectfully to Klink. Midway down the line of prisoners from Vengeful Goddess I spot Hoola. Like the others, she is connected to her neighbors by a collar around her throat and has her wrists restrained tightly behind her. Her face is tear-streaked, but she looks unharmed. The courageous resolve in her expression cracks into shock when she sees me standing stark naked among the crowd. She glances with incomprehension at the metal plate over my pussy. Kikizi was Klink’s agent all along. It comes back to me how we foolishly let her walk right onto Vengeful Goddess, and turning to the red-wrapped shapeshifter I accusingly say, “You did this.” Riyena is smug, and wants to explain. “All it took was a neural agent to knock everyone out. You saw the dust when I opened the case. Then a tiny droid to drop the ship out of hyperspace, so our men could board her. Every single woman taken captive. Child’s play, really. You’re all too trusting.” Meanwhile there must have been a signal at the front of the women’s line. The precession stops, and as my comrades bunch up defensively the crowd close around them. A circle of women trapped within a circle of men. As silence falls female faces show uncertainty. A few are trying not to cry. Males in contrast are excited, anticipating some form of sport. “Gentlemen,” the Slaver captain says in a loud voice. “You’ll see here we have an entire shipload of captured Gaianesian females. You’ll know about the Gaianesians – the women who believe themselves superior to men, and who neuter their males to deny them any right to pleasure…” No! That’s not the way it is – we’re protecting them. But before my shipmates can clarify, a barrage of cruel name-calling is unleashed – “whore”, “bitch”, and “cunt” being the most common insults thrown at my comrades. “Well,” continues the captain, “Here we have an entire shipload of those superior Gaianesians, but an oversight means that the women still have their clothes. They’re breaking our laws.” He’s feigning surprise. “They can hardly go down to the surface dressed like that, but my brave soldiers are tired. Is there any other man willing to help us correct this, and uphold our dear planet’s rules?” Understanding of what’s about to happen spreads through the crowd like a poisonous cloud. My countrywomen see what’s ahead too. Fear distorts every Gaianesian face, heads shaking in disbelief, and they instinctively huddle closer together, as though proximity with other females can offer them some protection. Men are already beginning to edge forward, but the captain has one final instruction. “Just one rule before you start though - no raping them, as we don’t know who the virgins are,” he shouts over the increasing volume of voices. “But apart from penetration – knock yourselves out. Teach these feminist cunts a lesson they’ll never forget.” I’m perhaps lucky that in the melee of bodies that surges forward I can’t see much of what happens, except for the occasional glimpse of the cream skin of female flesh. But I can hear it well enough. The sound of women’s pleas for mercy changing to screams. Tearing fabric. Male laughter. Brave efforts at resistance. Then an even more unbearable noise – the whorish moans of females in arousal as they fail to keep men from their hair and their Reflexes are triggered. It seems to go on forever, but it probably takes about fifteen standard galactic minutes before the crowds surrounding my friends begin to thin. Perhaps men’s rage is spent, perhaps there is no more sport once every last one has been stripped, or maybe prohibited from penetration the men need to quench their arousal elsewhere. Each one of my comrades is naked. One or two are on their feet, but most are lying on the floor, or on their knees. Most could get up but choose to remain low, heads down in a gesture of surrender and humility intended to deter further assault. Not even White Queen’s age has spared her, and unable to use her arms to conceal her body her shriveled breasts are on view for the crowd. White Queen too is on her knees, slumped forward leaning against another nude woman as though she’s on the brink of collapse. Many of the prisoners are panting – the aftermath of intense exertion resulting from the Reflex being triggered. Almost half have gobs of a viscous milky substance dripping from somewhere on their bodies. When I spot the naked Hoola, further around the circle than before the attack, I see she has one of these deposits on her cheek. I’m not very experienced with unpacified men and it takes me a moment to realize it must be sperm. I shudder with pity and revulsion. As the ultimate show of contempt, some of the men in the crowd have ejaculated over my fallen sisters. A waiflike redhead flight officer, a pretty girl and one of the youngest crew members, seems to have been a particular target for this abuse. “No…” I moan, and I also sink to my knees on the hard floor of the mezzanine. I don’t see how any sentient beings could permit others to be treated this way. We’re just women. Whatever our species we’re just women. But to these men our sex seems sufficient justification for horrific cruelty. 22 – Reunion Down on my knees the last thing I’m expecting to hear is a familiar voice, but I’m sure I know the accent of a male saying “Man, I hate those Gaianesian bitches. I hope they’re made into the lowest cock whores it’s possible to be.” I turn my head to try and avoid being recognized for the second time by the four men I pushed passed on the Merlon starbase, but again I’m too late. “Hey, look,” one of them calls, “It’s Honey from the ship. Looks like you lost your clothes, Honey!” Only hours ago in my jumpsuit I had told them they were being rude. Then they saw me reduced to wearing a slave wrap. Now I’m naked on my knees next to Klink’s feet. I’d tried to show them an example of a strong woman to prove they shouldn’t be disrespectful, but and instead I’ve demonstrated how worthless and vulnerable a woman can be. “Guys,” my master greets them genially. “Enjoying your visit?” “Oh, we had some fun with the Gaianesians,” the blond man with the stubbly face answers. “Got a tiny-titted little blonde piece almost to ourselves. We messed her up good. But it’s a shame they didn’t let us rape them. I’ve got a boner the size of a baby’s arm now, so we’re choosing somewhere to get laid.” “Turns out this was here was a Gaianesian as well,” Klink says, and I flush and look away as he indicates me. “Covering her markings up didn’t fool Aghara-Penthay. That means mandatory impounding as Slaver property. She’s away down to the surface for processing soon.” Staring at the floor I shake my head as I hear this. Please, this is a nightmare. I can’t be a sex slave. Anything but that. Someone save me from this horror. The men laugh sadistically. “Is that right? I bet you’re not feeling so superior now Honey, are you?” the lank one says to me. “Kneeling on that dirty floor with your boobs on show for everyone to enjoy. Well you won’t get any sympathy from me. I hope the Slavers fuck you till you bleed. If I could afford a piece of top line snatch like you I’d be teaching you your place myself.” “Sounds like she really got under your skin,” chuckles Klink. “Cunt gave us that look. You know the way free cunts do… Like we were scum. Like we’d not be touching her in a million years.” “Well, we can’t let that stand. Tell you what guys, borrow her for an hour.” Klink casually says the words and it takes me a second to absorb what has just been offered. “I’ll get a drink and wait in that bar just there. Bring her back to me when you’re done.” Shock overrides my fear of reprisal. “No! No way!” I protest loudly, the egg shifting inside my vagina as I start rising to my bare feet. “She’s not been tamed yet, as you can see,” Klink continues. “But if you use this thing along with her Reflex, she’s easy enough to keep under control. Don’t damage her too badly, and the egg filling her pussy means you can’t do much there, but if you don’t mind that, then her other holes are all yours.” I’m upright now. “No!” I protest again, red faced with indignity, but my sex turns to white hot lava and next thing I’m on back the floor screaming. One of them must have used the controller. “Please!” When I can speak I beg my new tormentors with tearful eyes, reaching out in supplication. There is no trace of mercy for me in this place. Not from the men. Agreement reached, and my objections ignored, I’m taken to one of the places on the Mezzanine that rents rooms by the hour, and for the first time I’m gang raped. Back when I had sex with the two flight crew in Subardin they had been mostly tender, and even Klink caused me no physical pain, arousing me using the Reflex. But these men are brutal. The room they hire has restraints, but they don’t choose to use them. They like the way I resist and fight, and any time I seem to be succeeding or getting the upper hand, they like how they can just reduce me to a helpless victim by activating the egg, or pulling back on my hair. They don’t want me defeated and docilely accepting my punishment. Nothing so easy. They want me to try to escape them, but to fail. They want me to learn I’m weak, contemptible, nothing. At times they use their fists on me – particularly the dark haired lank man, who seems to hate me the most. Always blows to my body. They don’t want to detract from my allure as a sexual partner by spoiling my pretty face. I’ve fought girls in childish schoolyard fights before, but I’m shocked by the strength of these four, and it’s not like they’re even particularly big men. A point is reached where they consider they’ve beaten me enough, or maybe they’re too aroused to hold back. The actual rapes start then, Lank-hair first, anally, using his bodyweight to pin me to the bed while I struggle to try and get away from under him. For a moment there is a glimmer of hope, when I almost manage to wriggle free, but with a jerk rough enough to jar my neck my head is pulled back by my long hair, and I become as limp as doll. Liquid hot pleasure erupts from between my legs, my juice slick around the egg. I’m wet, but The Reflex doesn’t help the backside, so the pain is terrible as he penetrates my anus. I’d been taken from behind before, during my experiment on the Pride of Torconi, but Gork had used lubricant to ease his entry. This time my muscle can’t stretch fast enough and it gives way with an agonizing tear. “Oh, her asshole is so fucking tight,” he groans to his friends. “This girl is perfect.” I weep with the pain when he’s done, and between my buttocks I can feel there’s something hot and wet. This state of defilement doesn’t stop the next one having me there as well though, a weedy fellow who keeps his glasses on to rape me. Still I try resist, writhing to escape my suffering. But two of them hold me face down by my arms while the weedy one mounts me and drills me into the mattress. The third podgy guy chooses not to violate me. “I promised my wife I’d only look but not touch,” he apologizes over the booing and taunts of his friends. So he’s married? I wonder what the woman would say if she knew the atrocities her husband allowed to happen to another female. One left. The blond man is preparing himself, knotting his hand in my hair, so I know what he intends. “Please!” I sob to him. “Not my Reflex. I’ll go along with whatever you want. Just not my Reflex.” At first when he takes his turn he’s not quite ready to penetrate. He likes my breasts and plays with them, feeling their weight and pulling at my nipples while I’m forced to kiss him as though I’m his girlfriend. I go along with this, doing everything I can to please in case it deters him from the trigger of my hair. I’m counting the times my Reflex has been activated, wondering if it’s already been enough for the color of my markings to start to change. How many now? Once with Klink and three from these guys already. Groping me and kissing me makes blond-stubble hard enough to be ready to enter, and he steers me back onto my belly on the bed. I’m not resisting any more, but he triggers my Reflex again anyway, moments before he cums inside my ass with a grunting climax. I think he does it because he know it’s the last thing I want. I am empty. Blackness. The dark haired one, he who took me first is already aroused again. I’m made to kneel and take his penis in my mouth this time. Cowed by the direst threats of punishment with the egg or the Reflex if I even touch him with my teeth, I work my tongue and lips to bring him to full hardness. This is the first time I’ve tasted a man’s cock. They’re so disgusting I have to fight the urge to retch. Dark-hair didn’t think it necessary to clean himself after his first conquest of me, so his stale dick is flavored semen, my blood and the foul taste of my own backside. It pleases him to see me react to what I’m enduring, so I’m forced to keep my gaze directed humbly up at him the whole time, never breaking contact. My eyes, he tells me are “big and beautiful”. It’s not easy to keep looking up at him while flooded with the taste of my own shit, especially when he thrusts so deep into me he makes me retch from the sensitive trigger at the back of my throat. But each time I’m forced to look away, unable to avoid swallowing or even blinking, there is a harsh slap to my face, rough enough to leave my cheek hot and stinging. Dark-hair partially withdraws as he climaxes, which means he dumps his load on my tongue rather than letting me immediately swallow it. I gulp, but my throat still feels coated with the vile sticky substance, as warm as body temperature and tasting of salt and urine. “We’d better get her back,” blonde stubble says then. “We’ve been over an hour now.” I feel soiled to my soul, but at least it sounds like for now we’re done. Escorted by the men who beat and raped me, I pad back out the brothel, still naked. If I could I would try to walk with my thighs crossed, that I might hide the place between my legs, but I feel so swollen by the egg in my womb I have to keep my knees apart in a graceless hobble. The men still seem to find the sight of me arousing though, and they make me remain ten yards ahead of them along the mezzanine, so they can watch my bare ass move. Our progress is slow because I’m in so much discomfort. Around me it’s even busier here now – evening on the galactic standard time, so men are arriving from their day’s labor, and we frequently have to pause to let groups go by. If I believed in any gods I would pray to them, begging them to kill me. My universe has become nothing but suffering. My backside is burning – I’m sure they’ve torn me. My thighs and buttocks are trembling with the aftermath of long futile effort, all that time I instinctively tensed to try and protect myself. Between the cheeks of my ass it feels warm, sticky and wrong, each step compounded by the shifting movements of the egg in my womb. All this and yet I also feel nothing. It’s almost as though I’m watching myself disinterestedly on a viewing screen, rather than participating in my life. I make no effort to hide my nudity any more. My disheveled hair hangs in front of my face screening me from the crowds, and I’m barely aware the catcalls and lewd suggestions, and the hands that occasionally snatch at me. We’re only yards from the bar and my master when the largest group of males yet pass between us, and suddenly I’m separated from the men who just raped me by a raucous train of guys four deep and perhaps a hundred long. They all wear matching shirts – some party group perhaps. “Hey cutie!”, “Sweet cheeks”, “What a honey!” “Hooters on that!” the ones nearest call to me. I barely pay them attention as some defeated survival instinct awakens, adrenaline spikes and suddenly I’m limping away as fast as the pain in my damaged pelvis will let me. I estimate I have twenty seconds before the column of revelers have gone by and my captors discover I’m no longer in front of them. Initially I flee like any prey is driven to escape - with no plan. But when a busy elevator offers the most immediate place to hide in the herd, I’m suddenly descending to the docking levels. Someone pinches my bare buttock – a quick, sharp nip that makes me flinch. I hardly dare believe none of these people are raising the alarm. It seems I’m not the only female in the elevator, and everyone assumes I’m the property of someone else. Logic begins to return to me. I’m groped from behind again, for longer this time, a hand that cups my rump and squeezes the cheek, but I know better than to look round. I’ve made it this far. Could I get further? Dying hope reignites as I consider my chances of bluffing my way back onto the Bountiful Sluts. “My master is waiting for me on board. Acheron Doe.” Oh yes, please Gods, let that work! If there’s anyone watching over me, let me get away from this nightmare. I’ll dedicate my life to you if only you spare me. Take all those other women, but not me. The doors open and I limp purposefully onwards. My belly feels swollen with the shifting egg and the cramps that are the aftermath of anal rape, so I can’t go too fast without the pain becoming debilitating. I have to go slowly anyway - I’d not paid much attention to my route on the way up, so now I must read the signs on many identical docking portals as I search for my ship. The egg – it hasn’t activated yet. What is the range of the controller? It can’t be far, as the men must know by now I’ve absconded and be trying to disable me. Then, sweet relief, I recognize a face in the line of passengers waiting to board a ship. Bountiful Sluts. Just there, yards away through the viewing window, is the sum of all my hopes. And it’s leaving in just ten minutes. This might work, if only I can get past the two guards. People are laughing, relaxed. I consider trying to push to the front, but that’s not the way submissives behave, and I would attract too many questions. A middle aged female in a blue wrap whom I recognize from the outbound journey has noticed me in spite of my discretion, and is whispering to her companion. I try to shrink into the crowd, even though concealing bare flesh is futile. Beautiful women are always going to get noticed. Naked ones even more so. Many are staring at me now. But before the strangers can act, my time runs out. From somewhere back along the docking level there is a male cry, “Hey!” and I think I hear Klink’s laugh. Panic and despair grips me, and in final desperation I run as fast as my damaged body will permit along the passageway. All hope is gone now. Now my search is for a way I can kill myself – running into an electro-shield, or in front of the guns of the guards, or throwing myself from a great height. But fate denies me that too. There’s a supernova of pain from inside my vulva. My legs give way instantly and I hit the floor hard, cracking my skull, clutching between my bare thighs, and screaming as I pull uselessly at the burning metal. Next thing I know Klink is standing over me, along with the four men, smiling. Riyena is behind them, flashing the sadistic smirk that’s already familiar. “Sorry about that,” the blond man says, handing back the controller. “It happens,” Klink says with a shrug. “They all try to run until they’re implanted.” “Please!” I beg these four men who are my last chance of mercy, hoping that somehow in exchange for the sexual pleasure they took from me, they might turn on the bounty hunter. “Help me get away from him. I’ll give you anything.” “Pathetic,” observes the dark haired one. “See how little it takes to change these women from superior bitches to groveling sluts? Well – you’ll get nothing from my world, Gaianesian.” To prove his contempt for the woman he’s orgasmed into, dark-hair again pulls his cock from his pants and he pisses on me while I lie on the tiled floor. Spluttering and choking, I try to roll out the stream as I’m splashed with his hot steaming urine. Sore from rape and the Reflex, filthy, stinking and naked, that’s how I end up. That’s the Gaianesian who is led away by her master to make her first journey down to the surface of Aghara-Penthay. 23 - Surface. My home planet mostly has a temperate climate, so the first think that hits me on Aghara-Penthay is the wall of heat. Gods, it’s hot here! I feel faint with it. The landscape around me shimmers under the blazing sun, making it difficult to discern anything more than a few miles away. But I can see enough to make out jagged mountains, desert, and scatterings of ancient looking buildings all made from the same oxide red rock. The architecture is a strange mix of centuries-old structures and modern technology. There are only sandstorms to weather any buildings, no ice or water, so the Slavers are still able to use much of the habitation from their early years on this world. Heavy security is in place on the landing pads to ensure women can only travel back up to the Hub under escort - when they go to be sold. In contrast arrivals receive only cursory checks. I submit to these with completely docility, for it’s now futile to resist when there is nowhere on this world to flee. The sky forms a perfect barrier. With no intelligent life on the barren surface other than Slavers and slaves, even if I did escape into the desert I’d find no one to help me. The Slavers could track me using the bracelet locked around my ankle, and it’s doubtful I’d have time to reach somewhere I could throw myself to my death. “Lara, Come…” Klink orders me. In fear I approach him cautiously and he snaps, “Hurry up. I’m not going to hurt you.” Up on the trading hub I’d tried desperately to void myself of the egg, but faced with the impossibility of extracting the swollen object I’d been helpless to evade its torments. Now Klink pulls it effortlessly from between my nether lips and it comes away with a soft plop. He holds it up to taunt me with the fluids that still lubricate it. This he smears under my nose, so I must inhale the distinctive fishlike scent of my own sex organs. A parting of ways takes place then. I have travelled to the surface with the captives seized from Vengeful Goddess. One hundred and fifty one naked Gaianesian women including myself, all chained together in an empty cargo hold with nowhere to sit. Riyena was the only female enjoying clothing for the voyage. There was little conversation during our descent. Not even White Queen had words of inspiration. We all knew the certainties ahead of us on the surface. A few women sought to comfort their closest friends, but most huddled on the hard floor contemplating their futures by themselves. No-one speaks to me. Perhaps it’s my disheveled, stinking state. Perhaps they blame me for their current situation, as I was the subject of their mission. At the landing pad White Queen is uncoupled from the line, and led away towards a blast door by two guards gripping her upper arms. Back on Gaianesia she told me they wanted her for the Rape Run, and Riyena mentioned something similar. In that case she has a chance of being the survivor – for each year the last of the ten Rape Runners to evade capture released. Perhaps this explains why White Queen looks more stoic than the rest of us. I too am separated from the rest of the Gaianesians. “Come,” Klink says to me, and he walks towards an entrance into of the sandstone buildings with Riyena following him. I take a last guilty glance at my fellow citizens before limping after my personal captors. Inside the corridors of the building there’s no need for glass in the small high windows. It never gets cold enough on Aghara-Penthay. We weave a path forwards into a maze of gangways, and despite the signs in the Slaver script I’m soon lost. “Home sweet home,” Riyena suddenly tells me, stopping abruptly at a nondescript blast door. At a wave of Klink’s palm it opens. The rooms we enter contain the wealth of kings. I see the finest quality carpets from the Mellithian system. Intricate sculptures and paintings. Containers of precious gemstones are sitting out where anyone could pick them up. This opulence is spread around an airy den, with a vast video screen filling one of its walls. Egregious Klink’s home contains a private indoor swimming pool that looks mouthwateringly cool in the oppressive heat. A well-equipped galley is stocked with wines and spirits that look as though they cost more than I earned in a year. There is a gym. The bedrooms all have silk sheets, and the master contains the largest bed I’ve seen in my life. The furnishings are thoughtful and refined rather than ostentatious, and I would have had to grudgingly credit Egregious Klink for choosing well, were it not for the abundant evidence of more repulsive tastes. Proof is all around me that what for Klink it is a place of leisure, is for women a place of suffering. The furniture and the soft beds are equipped with shackles to restrain captives. There are whips and a slave goad hooked on the wall. I pass a room configured as a torture chamber containing a cross the size of a Gaianesian, plus low benches with cuffs, cages and even items beyond my understanding. Some doors look like the entrance to cells, and it is maybe for the best I can’t see what horrors are inside. Klink’s bath is almost as large as the swimming pool. There is also a walk in shower area in the tiled chamber, but it has no screens to give any privacy. This is where the tour pauses, and I begin my sexual slavery by following an order to shower thoroughly. In fact I do this eagerly, longing to remove the signs of shame despite having an audience. I rinse my mouth under the spray. I scrub and scrub every inch of bare skin, trying to erase the feeling of men’s hands and cocks which lingers long after the reality has gone. Gingerly I clean my sore anus. But all that water isn’t enough to prevent me feeling defiled. I’m not the same confident young Gaianesian woman I was so little time ago. I’m a naked slave woman, whose Reflex has been repeatedly triggered. I’ll always know myself as someone who wasn’t strong enough to avoid being raped. I’m no more than an object to these more powerful males. The individual I used to be, Lara, was proven to be insignificant when all that had value was her body. I don’t want another living being near my sore backside ever again, but I’m a slave now, so when Riyena decides to join me under the spray, I comply when she orders me to face the wall. Then she parts my cheeks with her hands, stretching me open so wide I cry out with discomfort. My hands and forehead press on the tiles of the wall. Pain makes me breathe heavily. “Look at that poor little asshole,” she coos. “Let’s tighten that up again, huh?” Riyena rubs the healing paste intimately against my ring, provoking fresh moans when she penetrates a finger into me and I instinctively tense my torn muscle against the invader. Riyena isn’t out to torture me this time, but there is a cruelty of a different kind in returning my sphincter to a state as fresh as if I’d never been touched. Ready to start all over again. I’ve cleaned myself thoroughly by now, but under her orders we soap each other up again, as intimately as I’ve been with my lovers. It turns out Riyena likes touching me, and she likes to be touched in return. My nipples respond to the caress of her sponge. She makes me kiss her – the woman who so recently forced needles into my breasts and my pussy. She teases me, by washing my hair and giving little tugs that trigger aftershocks of Reflex. Klink watches us for a little while and the bulge forming in his pants show he’s getting hard again. I try not to make eye contact in case I incite him to rape me again. Once out of the shower my long hair quickly starts drying in the arid atmosphere. I remain naked. There are red slave wraps discarded around Klink’s quarters, but I’m not offered one and I don’t dare ask. “Follow me,” Klink orders me curtly, and I pad numbly behind him. What’s next? Another torture chamber? Violation in his bed? I’ve seen enough that my imagination is constructing a multitude of potential horrors which might be about to befall me. Riyena’s smile is getting broader as well. Whatever is coming it’s not going to be good. It is at one of the doors I thought to be cells where we finish our short journey. “You have thirty minutes, cunt.” I brace myself uncertainly as he activates the button, but there’s something very different to a new torture waiting. The cell door has barely opened before I run for the naked woman trapped inside, a woman who is sitting with her back resting against the bare wall with her wrists locked to the stone by iron shackles. I run to embrace this mirror image of myself as my tears burst forth uncontrollably. My beloved twin sister. 24 - Gara The door closes behind us with a slam, but I pay no attention. There is only Gara. All I crave is to hold her close, so it wound’s me to the core when before I’m halfway across to her, she turns her head away and her body stiffens in her chains. The explanation is not long coming. “Don’t look at me Lara,” she pleads in a strangled voice. “Please, don’t look at my face when I’m like this.” And I understand. My heart breaks. She thinks I’ll spurn her, like other Gaianesians would. But what I endured on the Hub has ended that forever. “You’ve nothing to be ashamed of…” I tell her in anguished sobs as I crouch down beside her. “They did it to me too.” Then my sister turns to look at me, and I see. The markings that adorn her forehead so beautifully, the markings that proudly identify her as Gaianesian, are a slightly different color to normal. Before my marks were disguised, mine were typical of females from my homeworld - a deep brown shade. Gara’s are more of a plum color. And only one thing can do that to a woman. Seizing her face in my hands, I shower kisses on that shamed forehead. Then I clutch her tightly to me, not caring that we’re both nude, drawing comfort from her presence and trying to sooth her with mine. Some topics are almost too painful to discuss, but we’ve never had secrets and from self-interest I feel compelled to ask, “How many times have they triggered your Reflex?” Gara looks away, ashamed again, and she swallows. “Fifteen…” she eventually answers, and is able to look at me again. “How many for you? Your marks are hidden. You look like a human.” “Five, already, and they only captured me a few hours ago,” I admit, and then falteringly confess, “I always thought I’d be able to control it. I thought I could fight them off. But as soon as he pulled my hair I was helpless. It wasn’t my fault Gara. It wasn’t my fault.” “I know, my beloved,” she says gently. “It will be okay.” We both know it won’t be okay. Not for either of us. If Gara is forcibly aroused with the Reflex many more times, her markings will turn a much less subtle purple. And that will be her ruin as a Gaianesian. It won’t matter how much she resisted. She will be perceived as a female who yielded to men, and she will be ostracized from society. And I’ve been triggered five times already. I’m only ten behind sharing her fate. As the emotion of our initial reunion subsides I’m able to take stock. Gara has been left sitting back against the wall, with shackles holding her wrists away from her body and above her head so her arms naturally hang with a bend at the elbow. It’s a degrading pose, for it naturally lifts her ribcage presenting her bare breasts even more completely. She could hide them if she drew up her knees, but as I’m the only on here Gara sits back with her legs stretched out, crossed at the ankle. I pull at her metal wristbands for a moment, but there’s no chance of releasing her without a key. She seems completely unharmed, apart from the change to her markings, and that she’s been stripped and chained. I’ve seen her naked many times, but never seen her in restraint before – not even in childhood games. I turn to our surroundings then. There’s no furniture in this stone cell except for the shackles which decorate various places around the walls. It’s not hot in here, so there must be some kind of climate control operating. Reconnaissance complete, I sit on the bare sandy floor to face her, propped on one arm and tucking my feet underneath me. I update her on the events that led to my capture then. I tell her about the plan for my mission to Aghara-Penthay, and what I learned of the plot to capture White Queen, which led to the fall into slavery of Vengeful Goddess along with her passengers. I avoid the specifics of my violations. Gara must be able to guess from my hesitations, but it’s too shameful to say openly I was raped, and too fresh in my mind all those men looming over me, and the way I cried and screamed and begged. I only say that I was trapped by Riyena, and then encountered Klink up on the Hub. “I was on a merchant freighter bound for Gaianesia, in a cabin with Riyena,” Gara tells me then. “The alarms went – a pirate attack. I jumped up ready to defend the ship, but Riyena injected me with something – a paralytic drug. Then she… well that part doesn’t matter. Afterwards I waited there paralyzed, listening to the battle. The first man to enter the cabin was Klink. He stripped me and…” Gara swallows again. “You can guess what he wanted. As well as Riyena and myself there were two human women on the freighter. The Slaver guards took them. Klink claimed me as his personal prize and brought me to Aghara-Penthay. I’ve been down here ever since. I’m Klink’s property, but he often lets other men use me. They like playing with my… my Reflex, and it’s a novelty for them to take a woman without a Slaver tattoo.” “Why didn’t they mark your face?” I ask, touching her cheek. “Have they spared you from implantation?” “Waiting to see if they’d catch you as well. They’ve been taunting me with you for a few days, telling me you were on your way.” “Well they did catch me,” I say mournfully, sitting back against the hard wall. “They set a trap and I walked right in. Then there’s no hope left for us now Gara. All we can do is try to kill each other before they do anything more to us.” “Sorry, Lara. You can’t even do that,” she replies with a shake of her head. “There’s AI monitoring the rooms. I was left alone on my first day and tried to hang myself with a silk sheet. An alarm rings and someone will come in here with a goad.” “We’re lost then,” I sigh in defeat. “What did we do to deserve this?” The answer is simple. “We were born strong women. We’re a threat to their male order.” As we continue to talk, Gara has nothing good to tell me about my new situation. “You’ll see soon enough. They’ll mostly come for me at night,” she says. “When it’s Klink’s turn, I’ve learnt he’s only brutal if I don’t obey him. Like all men he’s mad with desire to take pleasure from the female body - so as I sate that desire his violence remains under control. Now I do everything I can to turn him on. Hold nothing back when it’s your turn, Lara. Learn to use your body in any way that arouses him, and there’s only the shame to live with instead of bruises.” “Riyena is the one you have to fear most. She is turned on by hurting others, and the sex comes after someone has suffered enough. I’m a lesbian but I’d choose a night with Klink any time. I’d have given my life to spare you what’s ahead with her.” Gara’s elbows twitch as she flexes her fingers and there is a clink from her chains. “Now they have us both they’ll use us against each other,” she says despondently. “Men like to watch women with other women, and it will give them a particular kick to see twins forced together.” I sit back to look horrified at my naked sister. How could someone do that to us? She’s beautiful, but I could never think of Gara in that way. Not with someone who is a mirror image of myself, and whom I’ve seen nude almost daily for our entire lives. How could there be any sexual chemistry between us? Me kiss Gara? Or have to be even more intimate with her? “Gods No…” I moan. “What can we do to get out of this nightmare?” But we’re out of time to think of a solution to that. The cell door opens with a whoosh and Klink and Riyena re-enter. I can tell by the expressions on their faces that what’s coming next isn’t going to be good. 25 - Duties “Lara and Gara… those are lame names,” observes Egregious Klink. “Did your mother have no imagination? We’ll have to come up with something more suitable. Any ideas, Ri?” It’s evening in Klink’s luxurious bedroom, and the balcony gives views of a beautiful sunset, the star making the distant barren mountains look as red as blood. “The only thing worthwhile about them is their breasts,” Riyena says looking us up and down and smiling meanly. “So how about we rename this one Tits,” (and she indicates my sister with a gesture) “and this one Boobs?” I scowl at her, but Klink seems to like it. “Tits and Boobs…” he nods. “That will do.” Addressing Gara he asks, “What’s your name?” The look she flashes him is surly, but when defiance only earns suffering Gara answers anyway, “My name is Tits”. “And you?” I hesitate, but I don’t want to be punished while I’m in this vulnerable state either, so red-faced I reply, “My name is Boobs.” “The twins will look the same once Boobs’ markings come back tomorrow,” ponders Klink. “I’ll have to have their names put on them somewhere.” My markings… He’s right. My markings will soon return. They might already have begun to change color – first to the plum shade like Gara’s that shows a woman has at least experimented with her Reflex, and then to the purple of the submissive – a traitor to the female sex. Desperately I look at my sister. My forehead will turn purple along with hers; he’s going to have us implanted; tattooed with the Aghara-Penthay slave mark and on top of all that a demeaning mark on my body that says “Boobs”. What can we do? Nothing while I’m tied like this. When we arrived in this room they made me get on my hands and knees, and crawl to the foot of Klink’s bed. Then I was forced to continue shuffling forwards until I rested my torso on his mattress. That left me with my chest and belly supported on the bed, but my shins remaining on the priceless rug. As you might imagine it’s a pose that sticks my ass out obscenely. Once satisfied with my position they restrained me, face down on my master’s bed with my hands stretched out to the shackles either side of me. Straps also hold my knees against the base of the bed frame, keeping my thighs slightly apart and leaving my pussy even more vulnerable. Gara has her wrists shackled together behind her, but otherwise she’s unbound. We’re both naked. “Tits, get on the bed,” Klink orders. And without a word I’m forced to watch while my proud sister complies, unresisting, almost overbalancing when she mounts the mattress without the use of her arms. “Now Tits, kneel there facing Boobs – thighs apart so you can get as close as possible. I want her nose right in your cunt.” No! That’s disgusting! I try to retreat further down the bed away from her, but my arms are already pulled completely taut. I lift my head to make eye contact again with my sister, and see misery and humiliation in her expression. A single tear has trickled down onto Gara’s cheek. She doesn’t want this. I don’t want this, but she must obey and closes on me anyway, shuffling forward on her spread knees until she’s too near for me to look up at her face. Her thighs are open and all I can see is her sex. Gara’s organs are identical to mine, having unusually prominent folds that protrude like the petals of a fleshy flower. These earned us teasing at school. Nearer, nearer, and then I’m pressing right against her core. Her body is warmer than my nose. The unmistakable scent of female is overpowering. She’s been aroused recently. There’s also a strange stale odor added that makes my nostrils flare with revulsion when I recognize it. Sperm. Someone has raped her and left her with his filth drying in her. The bridge of my nose squashes against her clit. We’re more intimately connected than we’ve ever been in our lives. I move my head to try and break contact with this invasion of her privacy, but Klink barks from behind me, “Uh-uh Boobs, keep that nose right in there.” I freeze. I’m hoping this is all, but Gara and I are not to be left alone in this position. Klink’s hand is suddenly there on my bare back and he explores me, as casually as patting a beast of burden and then deeply personal, making me flinch when without warning fingertips brush the sensitive lips of my vulva. Next there is the sound of rustling and something firm and warm presses right against my opening. I think it’s the head of Klink’s cock. I know by now I won’t receive any mercy, and a woman resisting a man only makes his conquest more pleasurable, but I plead, “No!” anyway as he begins to force his way into me. Please, no, am I so worthless? Don’t let it be proved true that the male view of the galaxy was right all along, and women like me are nothing except for flesh created to arouse men. Don’t let him be proven stronger and better than me yet again. And above all don’t let me crash to my lowest right in front of my sister! Through the years of my girlhood Gara and I tackled everything in life together. Being a team made us undefeatable, and I blush to think how two bossy madams were probably the terrors of the schoolyard. But today the strength of our bond has been turned to weakness. Having so rarely faced losing as long as we stood together, it makes my shame worse to be raped by the Slaver Egregious Klink knowing my sister is watching. My pussy is dry when his cock first thrusts into me. The penetration causes pain intense enough to make me shriek, and it is perhaps uncomfortable for Klink too, for he makes a sharp pull backwards on my hair. Just as with the previous triggerings of my Reflex my cries turn instantly to groans of arousal and my groin is flooded with ecstatic sensation. Now each pumping movement back and forth from his engorged penis stimulates such unbearable pleasure I feel faint, and spots of light dance before my eyes. Deep in my trance I’m barely aware of Klink’s order, “Trigger the other one – I want to see her juice go all over Boobs’ face.” Seconds later Gara’s groan vibrates through me, sensuous, erotic, and wanton. I barely consider how it’s a sound I’ve never heard her make before. And then the stench of her arousal surrounds me like a wall, and my nose goes slick and warm as her bodily fluids begin to ooze. Behind, Klink is continuing to fuck me, thump, thump, thump, thump in a steady pounding beat that rams his cock so hard and so deep into me that I’m shoved further against Gara’s groin by the momentum. The stimulation of him grinding into my vagina is stunning to me, and in the hypnotic fog of the Reflex I’m unable to hold back the orgasm. But that climax ends any pleasure I take from my rape, for Klink withdraws with a suddenness that makes me cry out and forces his way straight into my anus. He’s lubricated with my secretions, but his rampant penis is large compared to my orifice and he’s iron hard, so my recently repaired muscle gives way again with an agonizing white heat. Then the rhythmic violation resumes, only this time with a brutal stabbing pain accompanying every thrust. “You gonna save your sister from me doing this to her, huh?” grunts Klink. “Go on, Tits. Where’s that Gaianesian superiority now?” I can feel Gara’s pelvis start to shake silently against my face. My sister is crying freely now. Even in the depths of my own suffering I’m filled with pity. I’ve never seen her so defeated, so broken. Every instinct yearns to comfort her, but with my only option to massage her clitoris with my nose, I hold back. I don’t know if she’d find the stimulation a comforting distraction, or if she’d be repelled by the shameful sexual liaison with her own twin. So helplessly I wait and endure, with my arms stretched out and my face in in Gara’s sex organs while Klink rapes me, and she sobs. Riyena taunts us, from her place on the bed. “That’s right Gaianesians, let it out…” she gloats. “Because you two are so screwed. You’re gonna wish you were dead a million times before we’re done, but after tomorrow’s over you’re not even gonna have that choice.” So it’s as I feared. Tomorrow. Only one night left and then I’ll be implanted, marked, my free will destroyed by a chip in my brain stem that will make me subservient to men for the rest of my life. In time with this news, Klink climaxes inside my ass with an animal grunt and for a moment I’m able to hate him more than Riyena. When he’s done I weep too. I do wish I was dead, and I know I am going to crave that final release over and over during my future that contains nothing but sexual servitude. But there’s no escape, not from the surface of Aghara-Penthay. Not when you’re female. Not when you’re a slave. 26 - Processed The ankle bracelet containing my fake DNA information is first to go. At the start of my mission, I was dreading a lifetime carrying that badge of shame linking me to Rosila Volati, Ilushin One. Who’d have thought its absence would be a bad thing for me and not a good one – a signal that far worse things are coming? They’ve strapped me into a chair – the wide foot stirrups making it much like the gynecological ones used at home for the breeding insemination, only with those there were no restrains to secure the sitter. Today I’m as good as paralyzed. I’ve been buckled into place at my wrist and ankle. A heavy belt around my waist pins me back against the seat. There are two more bracelets encircling my knees to keep my thighs apart - as though my genitals weren’t already exposed and defenseless enough. A band across my forehead keeps my skull back against the padded rest. I saw the small hole I saw in the headrest while they buckled me down. I know what it’s for, that hole, as I’ve already seen the matching tool among the medical paraphernalia on the counter. That’s where the implanter gun goes. The medic about to end the life I know is a young fellow with a neatly trimmed beard. For a moment when I walked in I thought he was going to be more professional than the other Slavers, but when Gara was led into the room behind me he said, “Twins… Nice!” and I knew he was as heartless, and male, as the rest of them. Gara and I had five minutes whispered conversation last night and we’d agreed to try and break away and end ourselves during the walk to processing, but that too we were denied. Klink arrived in our cell with a large escort of Slaver guards. There wasn’t the least chance of escape. “Gaianesians,” Klink tells the doctor once I’m safely secured, although it’s probably unnecessary to state my species - my markings have returned during the night. I saw my haggard sorry reflection in the surgery mirror and also noted the first signs of their color beginning to shift. This catastrophe shocked me less than I would have believed. I suppose that’s because it doesn’t matter now if I’m shamed in the eyes of my own people or not. It’s not as though I’ll ever return to my home. “Gaianesian man haters,” the doctor smiles. “Let’s give them hell.” “Absolutely,” smiles Klink. “And let’s start that hell making sure they never lose their revulsion for us. I want them to be psychologically repelled by men, but have to follow our orders anyway.” “That’s no problem,” says the doctor, typing configurations into a data pad. “But just to make things even more unbearable,” continues Klink, “I want them mentally repelled, but physically addicted to the cocks they hate so much. You know - disgusted by dicks but need them inside anyway.” “No!” my sister and simultaneously plea and I can hear the terror I’m feeling echoed in Gara’s fractured voice. “Silence, cunts,” Klink says with a dismissive gesture of his hand. “Nanotech is our usual method, as you know,” the doctor gives as his professional opinion. “We inject nanobots around the slave’s hole, and the tech stimulates her nerve endings. The tingling builds up and drives the slave insane until she gets a real penis in there. You can specify how frequently you want them to need it. It’s tricky to reprogram once they’re in though, so best not change your mind.” Klink rubs his chin with his hand. “One prick a week should do. I don’t want to have to service them so often that fucking becomes a chore.” “No problem. Which hole, or holes? Vagina, anus, or mouth?” “It works in the mouth?” “The need for male contact is the same, but it doesn’t turn the slave on. Only the vaginal nanobots sexually arouse, unless we do some genetic modding to make other parts of the body responsive. That’s possible - some guys want to turn the asshole into a sex organ like a second pussy. But even without modding the nanobots makes the mouth tingle like a bitch, and if she’s neglected too long the slave slurs her speech and then becomes unable to speak at all.” Klink laughs. “So she has to suck cock if she wants to talk? A perfect punishment for Gaianesians.” “That’s right. So is that the hole you want for both?” Klink considers us. I shake my head pleadingly at him as he decides my fate. “Do Tits in the mouth – she’s the argumentative one, and Boobs in the ass.” As I hear him condemn me so casually to a lifetime of mandatory anal sex I cry out, trying to struggle and escape the chair. Please no… Is there no end to my shame? “Anything else?” the doctor asks. Klink grins again. “It’s turning me on owning twins. I’d like to make the most of that. As well as making their natural lesbian sex drive much more intense, can you program them to be intensely sexually attracted to each other?” Horrified I meet Gara’s tear-filled eyes, shaking my head in apology already. Sexually attracted to Gara? To crave my sister as my lover? No! No! No! “That can be coded into the implant. But once the woman is configured it can’t easily be undone. They won’t ever feel the same way about anyone else.” “Do it,” says Klink. The doctor turns to his pad while Gara and I stare at each other in anguish. “Get rid of the pussy hair and the hair in their armpits as well,” Klink says. “Gaianesians are lazy about shaving.” “I’d already assumed you’d want that,” the doctor says indicating a tool that looks like an ear-piercing gun. “I can stop every hair below their necks growing with one shot of this.” He picks up the tool and without my consent the slave processing begins, the gun pressed into my thigh and a soft click. Then leaning over to Gara she receives the same treatment. In my leg is a strange icy cold sensation, as though I’ve been numbed. As it spreads through my body the chill fades until I can no longer detect it. “Do you know about the new upgraded slave mark?” The doctor asks Klink while he does this. “Occasionally masters want to take their slaves through immigration into worlds that have outlawed slavery. It’s a nuisance to cover the mark over with cosmetics. So we found out how to add smart tech in the tattoo. With a command by the owner, the mark is turned invisible. All you need to do then is order the female to pretend she’s a free cunt, and her implant compels her to obey. Right past the Republic guards and into captivity. It costs three times the price, but that shouldn’t be a problem for someone with your credits.” “Nice - give them that.” Klink says. “I have to travel into Republic space sometimes and it might be handy to take some pussy with me.” “If you’ve no further specifications?” the doctor asks. “I can have your slaves deliver themselves once they’re under the control of the implants, or you can stay to watch if you like.” “I’ll stay…” says Klink, shuffling in his creaking chair to get more comfortable. “I love to see the look on their faces when the implant goes in and they know they’re fucked.” With that the doctor gives us the dreaded slave mark. It looks like a black box that he holds over the side of my face, but when it’s pressed down there’s a white hot pain like I’m being touched by molten metal. It’s over almost before I’ve had time to scream, but my face feels different afterwards and I feel as though the box has scarred me to my soul. Gara’s cry when it’s her turn is like the howl of a tortured animal. Looking at her I can see a reflection of how I must appear – the marking of a healthy Gaianesian woman overlaid with the dark swirling tattoo pattern proving forever she has been defeated, and made slave on Aghara-Penthay. No, no, please, no, I’ve been marked! Gods, I can never go home! “I’m surprised the few slaves that are rescued never get their marks burned off.” Klink says conversationally. “They could remove them with acid and then repair their faces with the bacta.” “That’s a good point,” remarks the doctor. “We wondered that too. A Slaver scientists did a study. Turns out it’s an unexpected outcome of the implanting that the female soon comes to see the mark as part of her identity, and she feels it’s as wrong to remove it as it would be chopping off a tit. We burnt them off a few slaves anyway. When the woman recovers the contradiction of knowing herself unmarked and yet implanted causes a psychic trauma and her identity shatters. Removing the tattoo is almost as risky as surgically digging out the implant.” The implanter. “No!” I plead, for I that’s what he’s reaching for now. The implanter gun. This is it. With implantation they aren’t just enslaving me. They’re destroying the Lara I know. What’s left will be a cruel distortion of my former self – submissive, incestuously obsessed with my own sister, repelled by men. The doctor presses my head back against the rest with one hand. His skin is warm and clammy. For the second time in days, my bladder releases from sheer fear. The doctor has to jump back to avoid contamination from the splattering yellow fluid. “Sorry,” says Klink. “She’s pissed herself. I’ll make them lick it clean afterwards, if you like.” “It happens all the time,” shrugs the doctor. “I’ll have one of my girls tidy up.” Once sure I’ve finished urinating he resumes his position. The gun moves back towards the opening. “Keep still,” he tells me, as though I could do otherwise with his pressure added to the restraining band. There is fumbling behind me, Klink leans forward smirking, his eyes locked on my face. I feel the touch of something hard and metallic at the top of my spine, and then… “Oh!” This piercing pain is as though a needle has been shoved deep within my skull, but it’s diminishing already. I look at my sister, beautiful beloved Gara, watching me from her chair with her gorgeous thighs wide apart in the stirrups so I can see the lips of her perfect sex. It’s all over. I’ve been implanted. I’d expected to feel different as though I’d been lobotomized, but there’s nothing. I’m still me. I have to watch as Gara endures the same treatment – the shriek of pain and the look she gives me with her sensuous eyes wide in uncertainty. “You know it was a woman who invented the implant?” the doctor asks Klink as he replaces the gun. “Doctor Perla Etochka… Roughly forty galactic years ago.” “It was meant for men. They thought the implant could humanely suppress the urges of criminal sexual predators by leaving them as safe as eunuchs – repelled by the idea of harming women.” “The Republic stupidly outlawed implantation as barbaric. Didn’t matter the benefits to society - it eroded the citizens’ rights to free will. But we’d got hold of the tech by then and realized it would be much more fun implanted into women.” “Ah, dear Doctor Etochka… She was very pretty when she was young. We have so much to thank her for that we’re rewarding her by rejuvenating her body to her youth, and giving her a place in this year’s Rape Run. She was in that chair yesterday – she was a sprayer as well. I’m sure you can see the irony of the good doctor having to experience one of her own implants. Instead of stopping sex predators, she’s going to be compelled to spend her life pleasing them.” Our processing is nowhere near finished. All this information is delivered while he fills an injector with a silver liquid that looks like solder. He leans in between my legs bearing this weapon, and splays my buttocks in the most humiliating part of my treatment so far. Argh, I can’t bear him being near me. Even his touch makes me cringe. I want to try and escape but in the restraints I can’t move my pelvis an inch. Pain. Another pain. Another pain. He delivers the most intimate injections I’ve had in my life at twelve o’clock; four o’clock and eight o’clock around the muscle of my anus. The procedure hurts enough to make me shriek and struggle. This must be the nanotech which will apparently make me crave a man inside my asshole, but for now once he’s done there’s an odd tingling sensation in my backside, similar to the numbness around my new slave mark. “Your turn,” he says to Gara. “Open your mouth. No need to wipe the gun. Taste your sister’s hole.” Gara was always the strongest willed and should resist, but she obeys the doctor’s order as though she’s been offered a lollipop, closing her pouting lips over the injector. There are four shots for Gara, each which makes her flinch and give a muted moan. “I almost forgot the last thing,” Klink says to the medic. “They look so similar I want their names branded on the side of their buttocks. An actual brand, not a mark. Boobs for her,” (he indicates me) “and Tits for the other one.” “Branding – How old school!” the doctor smiles, reaching to a box on a high shelf. “I’ve got something for that - haven’t used this baby for a while. Not much call for it these days.” The most painful part is thus saved for last - branding, a red hot wire and inch high and two long spelling my demeaning new title pressed and held against the cheek of my buttock while I shriek and writhe in agony. Gods, it feels as though it’s set me on fire! My nostrils flare with the smell of my own burnt flesh. With the earlier treatments my agony was brief, but this time the heat is real and it barely fades from its peak once the brand is withdrawn. In the aftermath of suffering I weep with misery. Such humiliation – knowing I now have the word “Boobs” on my rump. “From now, on I order you to know yourself and each other only as Tits and Boobs, and to forget your former names,” Klink tells us while the wire is being reconfigured for my sister. I look at my owner with fresh indignation. This is barbaric – they can’t order me to forget my very identity. My name is… And my eyes widen in horror as I look to my twin. My twin, Tits. With increasing desperation I scrabble round for a memory like I’m an insect scrambling to escape a trap. My name is… my name is… But the first one I latch on - early childhood, a teacher giving me a task, she simply says “Boobs, show us on the screen.” Over my sister’s shriek as she’s burnt with the iron comes the next memory of my mother’s exasperation as she inspects the bruises and torn clothing of her squabbling offspring: “Tits! Boobs! Stop fighting each other.” No! I had another name once, at least I think I did, but it’s gone. There’s only my new title branded into my flank. And they’ve done the same to my beloved sister. Tits has been marked. Is that all? The medic is reaching for the buckles around her ankles. Slowly the layers of Tits’ restraints come away and she can move. Freed, she gingerly touches the angry oozing brand that scars the perfect luscious curve of her buttock. Even doing that she’s stunningly graceful. I’ve never truly watched her before today, but every movement she makes is like a balletic dance. “Don’t scratch at it slaves,” chides the doctor. “It will be sore as hell for a few days.” I’m grateful to be freed from the stirrups. While I stand trembling on the floor to stretch and flex sore limbs my owner Egregious Klink pulls two bundles of red fabric from pockets in his clothing. “Graduation presents, slaves,” he taunts. “Put these on.” I comply immediately. It’s been almost a day since I last wore a stitch of clothing. Then it was the blue wrap of a private slave, and not long before that a jumpsuit of Gaianesia. I was a woman with a future and hopes. Boobs, they called me. A proud citizen of my planet. Now I’m someone completely different. A woman wearing red wrap of a slave girl of Aghara-Penthay. 27 – Routine A week of my new life passes. It already seems like an eternity from the other reality where I’d been free, and it becomes more and more difficult to remember how that felt while my new existence becomes ingrained. My days begin to assume something of a regular pattern where Klink, Riyena, my sister and myself settle to living together in our Master’s luxurious rooms. Tits and I are assigned the household’s domestic duties. We cook and clean. Our Master only likes shapely women and we are not permitted to lose our beauty, so for two hours a day we exercise in the gym. There are three women in the household but my sister and I are certainly equal lowest. Klink orders us to obey Riyena’s every command exactly as though she was a man, and similarly to do her no harm. Riyena tests part-one straight away, ordering Tits and I to fight. To disobey would invite far worse punishment than the suffering of compliance, so we both do as we’re told instantly and wholeheartedly, slugging away like a pair of tavern brawlers until Klink has been sufficiently entertained to instruct us to stop. Gasping for breath afterwards I see Tits has a nosebleed, and I have a smarting pain in my cheek and a cut above my eye that requires cunt paste for healing. We soothe each other and clean each other’s wounds with infinite tenderness. We are not permitted to forget our former lives entirely. The remaining crew and passengers of Vengeful Goddess are kept in a large windowless pen a short walk away, and with such a large number of women in a confined space, their cell grows filthy and smells of filth and sweat and fear. The women require cleaning and feeding, and sometimes medical attention. Tits and I are greater than our fellow citizens, and inferior. They too have been implanted to make them obedient and prevent mass suicides, and marked with the Slaver tattoo, but they don’t have the demeaning nanotech or special instructions we endure. We’ve been given slave wraps, whereas they’ve remained naked since their capture. Tits and I have chores to occupy us, but there’s nothing for these poor women to do but to sit and wait nude in an unfurnished box for hour after hour, fearing the unknown that is to come. Each time we enter their pen carrying the heavy pans of slave broth they desperately crave news of the outside universe. What’s going to happen to them? Where is White Queen? She was removed as soon as they landed on the surface – the only one of them permanently taken away from the ship’s compliment apart from me. Riyena told us White Queen was for the Rape Run, I’m able to answer, but I know no more than that. We’re not permitted near the pens where Runners are held. An odd thing happens occasionally - more than one of them refers to me as “Lara” and Tits even makes the same slip once, but I shrug off the mistakes. I am Boobs. I’ve always been Boobs. Look, I can pat my right hip and it’s printed there on the still-healing scar where they burned it into my muscle. Of course I’m the one who is right on this, but the Gaianesians look sympathetically at me when I argue, as patronizing as did the slaves at the House of Roses. The Slavers do not seem concerned about retaining the virginities of any of the captives in the pen, so at will the guards select women they consider desirable. Compelled through their implants, the Gaianesians docilely follow the men to a room somewhere close by where they can be raped. The most attractive ones have endured this treatment multiple times, but none of them are sexually abused with the frequency of Tits and myself. Tits’ species markings are fully purple now. Around her hairline is the unmistakable coloring of a woman who has permitted her Reflex to be repeatedly triggered. The color will never change back. She’s a sex traitor in the eyes of our society. And mine are little better. The other Gaianesian women know full well we’ve had no choice in our transformation, as they’re enduring the same process more gradually themselves, but prejudices die hard and they can’t help looking down on Tits and I anyway. Klink is away for long periods during the day. Sometimes he takes Riyena with him, but not always. She is only a woman when all said and done, and not even she is permitted to leave Klink’s apartment unescorted. Abandoned, she mopes about petulantly and takes out her frustrations on us. We dread these times of being alone with Riyena more than everything else, for she is utterly without compassion when seeking methods of amusement. I’ve never been so frightened of another living being. Playing with her ability to alter her appearance is a favorite trick. When we a woman we don’t know calls by the apartment, we can never be sure if she’s a genuine visitor or Riyena in disguise. One night Riyena appears to me as Tits, and I make love to her with wild passion before having the ruse revealed. I gradually learnt that her transformational ability has its limits, however. She can change her outer skin color and texture, change her eyes, and make minor amendments such as to the size of her breasts. She can’t seem to change her fundamental bone structure or add or remove appendages though. So she’s denied the chance to escape as a flying creature or something microscopic, and she can’t hide her chest completely, or grow a penis in order to masquerade as a man. My belief is I have yet to see her true appearance, although she assumes the form of Riyena the Harken most of the time. There are occasions during the daytime hours that one of our tormentors wants sexual gratification, but this is unusual. However every night during my first week our slavery takes that form of service. As forecast by Tits, although the penis is a revolting organ to me, I soon learn a preference for being summoned to Klink’s bed. Back on Gaianesia I couldn’t have imagined the variety of ways a woman may be used to give physical pleasure to a man. On Aghara-Penthay I quickly grow in experience. We can be restrained or unrestrained. Oral penetration, anal, vaginal. Enclosing his cock between my breasts or buttocks. Hand jobs. Erotic massage. In positions with me lying on my front, back, side, on my knees, bent over furniture, shackled to objects, suspended. Using whips, clamps, plugs, dildos, chains, straps, rods, blindfolds, belts. Strangulation and immersion into water. Alone with him, or a threesome or foursome with Tits and Riyena. There is nothing romantic about it – we merely serve to sate a male urge, and once that’s done he has no interest. That is proven by the way he does not feel jealous or possessive. Voyeuristically he sometimes watches others have us. There are public displays. Gangbangs. One night Tits and I are given for the enjoyment of a cohort of guards from Salarin’s faction and seven men rape me, eight take her. With Riyena I become as intimate as I am with my own sister. The shapeshifter likes to get inside a girl’s mind, and with my implant compelling me to obey Riyena as though she were a man, I candidly answer the most personal of questions. She learns about each one of my partners before capture. She learns that the sex I like least is in my backside, partly because I find excrement disgusting. At this revelation Riyena makes me perform daily cleanings on her asshole with my tongue, until Klink (who likes to kiss me on the mouth) discovers what’s going on and forbids it. Riyena learns how I fear having my breasts and pussy used to torture me. She learns I desire her and hate her. When she’s had her fill of hurting me, my body shows its gratitude by reacting to her gentler caress and her naked form with an intense arousal. I lick Riyena’s core out eagerly. I try my hardest to please her, because I want her to show mercy. The worst thing either of them can do is force me to abuse my sister. Riyena likes to order Tits and I to assume the sixty-nine position, and then make us bite each-other’s sensitive organs as hard as we can until we’re both screaming with pain. Afterwards we need the cunt paste to repair mangled flesh. Making Tits and I try to pull each other’s nipples off is another of Riyena’s favorite games. Causing pain to Tits is worse than being hurt myself. I didn’t think I could ever love someone, care for them, desire them, so profoundly as I do my twin, but when I’m ordered to mash her perfect clitoris between my teeth I go at her ferociously all the same. Implantation was a lifting of a curtain for me, when it revealed that my sister is the galaxy’s most beautiful being, but she is also my greatest source of suffering. It’s rare that Tits and I are alone, or not engaged in sexual service to the others, and this adds to my suffering when I long for intimacy with her so desperately. “Tits! Tits! I love you, I love you,” I weep during a precious moment of privacy, and I can barely keep my hands from her with the intensity of my need. The taste of her juice or the feel of her nipple in my mouth is the most exquisite sensation in the universe. Tits responds with a lust that matches my own when we have a rare chance to pleasure ourselves, but I note that when we become intimate she doesn’t grow as wet as I do. When I ask shamefaced how I might please her as much as she pleases me, she tells me she’s always found it difficult to lubricate herself and only the Reflex seems to induce full flow. Even identical twins have minute differences. “Perhaps my markings reveal a different truth with me: that I am a natural submissive, otherwise why else would I need the Reflex to find most pleasure?” Tits says mournfully, and I soothe her, kissing “No, no, no, it’s just what they’ve done to us.” There are other ways we’re not quite the same. Tits seems to be adapting to slavery better than I do – she cries less and has a stoic acceptance I admire and envy. Perhaps it’s because having to regularly feel a man in her mouth is preferable to the nanotech I have stimulating my anus. That steady tingling from my injections began immediately after processing and implantation. Klink specified we should need servicing one per week, but after four days of that hole being neglected the pins-and-needles electric sensation became so distracting that my legs trembled constantly, and I had to go red-faced to plea to my Master for relief. The first significant change in my new unhappy existence comes nine days after my ruin up there on the trading station. It’s a slave cliché, but by this time I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been raped. It’s certainly into triple figures – more than twenty per day since my capture. My markings have turned full purple, identifying me to my countrywomen as a weak female, worthy only of contempt. I’m naked in the bathroom, Tits and I on our hands and knees scrubbing a stain from the floor, when Klink walks in. “Boobs, Tits,” my Master says. “Good. You’re both here, Get your wraps on. We’re going out.” I know better than to ask and risk punishment, but Klink wants to tell us the reason anyway. “I’ve been summoned, and I’d like to show you to the chief. It’s time to meet the boss.” 28 – Salarin There are four Aghara-Penthay faction chiefs – The Master, The Libido, The Sadist and The Alien. The one known as The Sadist sits in a chamber resembling a throne room. When I first see Salarin he’s wearing a white robe, but this is hitched up around his waist to leave him nude below his middle, allowing the completely naked woman who is kneeling between his legs to pleasure him with her mouth. She has her back to us, but from the bobbing movements of her brunette head and the hungry moaning sound make it obvious what she’s doing. Judging by her curved rump she has an exceptionally beautiful figure. I try to hide behind my Master’s bulk as I pad barefoot into the hall. I know enough of this man’s reputation that merely being in his presence makes me shake with fear. Attract Salarin’s attention in the wrong way and I could be tortured, killed even. I see Tits is feeling just as nervous and I reach out to her. We link hands in an attempt to reassure. “Egregious,” Salarin welcomes Klink with a cold smile. “Congratulations at your complete success with the Gaianesians. A whole shipful put to pleasing men, and White Queen being prepared for this year’s Rape Run.” “I couldn’t have done it without my two pets here,” Klink answers modestly. “Meet the stars of the operation - Tits and Boobs.” Our owner steps aside to let the Chief get a proper view. I have to fight the urge to step back behind my owner as Salarin’s gaze takes me in fully. “Take off your wraps, slaves,” he orders us, so of course we obey, dropping them to our toes and standing with arms by our sides showing our naked forms. “Twins… Excellent,” chuckles Salarin, looking appreciative over our bodies. “More than double the fun when you can play inside twin’s minds. And exceptional beauties too. I can see why you kept these two from the bunch.” The girl between Salarin’s thighs interrupts us with her sexual groan. She has given no acknowledgement of another group in the room, so busy is she with her task. The noise draws Salarin’s attention away from us. “Enough, slut,” he snaps abruptly to her. “We can finish later. Into position number two.” She spins round instantly, dark hair fanning gracefully, and settles in a position knelt at her master’s foot. Facing us now, the woman keeps her thighs wide apart to obscenely flash her sex, and she crosses her wrists behind her back as though ready for binding. The woman watches us with her head up almost serenely. With complete surprise I realize I recognize her. It is Ja-Alixxe. Klink laughs. “I’d suspected you’d done something like this with her,” he tells Salarin. “It did seem a bit convenient, that explosion on the Hub.” “Convenient?” Salarin questions. “Cost me a valuable Sadami slave. And it was touch and go with this one. I took a risk – she was dangerously close to being killed, but a week in a bacta tank can do miracles, and the gamble paid off.” I study the woman, confused. But Ja-Alixxe was sentenced to be raped to death for defying the Slavers and escaping her fate in the Rape Run. Why would Salarin secretly save her? Klink echoes my question: “She’s pretty enough but not exceptional. What was worth so much effort just to avoid losing face?” After the video screen footage I’d seen of Salarin during Rape Runs, I expected him to be terse. But in the company of Klink, the faction leader seems relaxed and talkative, and he answers readily. “I’ve never met a female with such stamina to tolerate suffering, and I’ve tortured thousands of slaves over the years. This one is quite priceless. You can make her scream and beg, but she hardly ever weeps, and she just does not break. Each time I defeat her she comes bouncing right back ready for the next fight. Isn’t that right, cunt?” Ja-Alixxe gazes intently at her owner in answer, and Salarin smiles back at her almost affectionately. “Look at the fire in her eyes. She wants to kill me right now, look, if only she could. I’m almost tempted to de-activate her implant and let her resist me, just to see her expression when she loses. Would you like that, cunt?” “As my Master wishes…” Ja-Alixxe replies. Humble words, but her voice is steady with inner resilience and a hint of something almost sultry. He’s right – there certainly hasn’t had her spirit broken. And yet damage must have been inflicted on her, because something isn’t quite right. She doesn’t sit motionless in a classic slave pose, but moves her fingers reflexively and I see the muscles in her thighs and abdomen flutter and twitch. Salarin explains this before Klink can ask. “They put nanobots in her pussy before the Rape Run, which stimulate her so she needs to masturbate every two days. It’s quite standard with the Runners. With inspired usage it makes for an entertaining torture though. I forbad my girl from having anything touch her cunt four days ago so she’s gone twice the recommended time. She’s hiding her suffering well, because you’re here and she doesn’t want to look weak, but she’s going slowly insane with the need for relief. She’ll beg me once we’re in private. Won’t you, slave?” “As my Master wishes…” Ja-Alixxe says again, and I understand the cause of the intense tone in her voice now. Arousal. “What did you do to her nipples and her clit?” Klink asks his leader. I’ve been wondering the same think. Instead of being colored like the rest of her genitals, Ja-Alixxe’s nipples and the contoured bud around her clitoris are pure silver, as if flesh had been sculpted from metal. “More nanotech,” Salarin says dismissively. “I got tired of constantly having to attach things to torture her, so I permanently injected pain stimulators. I can have her in agony at any moment, day or night. She has some in her anus as well. Her organs feel the same as all woman flesh, and you can’t tell in the dark. It’s worth putting up with the odd color for the convenience.” I know Ja-Alixxe did some terrible things – betraying other Rape Runners to their doom. But my heart goes out to her anyway. No woman deserves this. Concerns for my own peril soon overtake pity for Ja-Alixxe though, as the faction leader turns his attention back to us again. I quickly stare at the floor, too cowardly to meet his gaze. “Do these two have a high pain tolerance?” “They’re average,” Klink says. “Very pretty, and spectacular hooters as you can see, but the thing with Gaianesians is they break quickly in captivity. Once you’ve had a play with their Reflex, the most interesting thing about them is that they’re twins.” “Are they the same, or do you prefer one to the other?” My Master contemplates us. “Boobs there,” and he indicates me, “is better in the sack. She’s the more passionate slave. Tits is more of a fighter. Riyena prefers her. Ry wants to keep them permanently as pets, but in a month or two I’ll tire, like I always do with a woman. I’ll probably sell them to the Harkens then, for their breeding program.” I risk exchanging a glace with Tits at this news. She and I as breeders for the Harkens? Something we’d have once considered the worse fate imaginable. But right now any fate sounds like it might be better, when it would mean us leaving Klink and Riyena, leaving Aghara-Penthay. I feel a glimmer of hope. “Tits and Boobs?” says Salarin. “Nice names. But let’s return to talking about your toy shapeshifter - you mustn’t let Riyena get above herself, just because she’s useful,” Salarin says, his chatty manner gone completely. “She is woman, and therefore slave. Perhaps she would make an interesting Rape Runner… There would be fun with one of her species playing tricks on the others.” If I’m expecting Klink to leap to his loyal girl’s defense or resent the leaders lecturing, he doesn’t show it. “I’ll sell her to you if you want her,” he says with a sly smile. Salarin chuckles. “I think not. She’s been here too long. We’d get a new one. Fresh cunt is the best cunt.” “Is that why you summoned me here today, Hunter? Catching Rape Runners?” “In a manner of speaking. This year’s quota of Runners is already full. But I want you to be in my retinue for the actual contest,” he says. Klink looks surprised. “It would be my pleasure, but Bounty Hunting women across the galaxy isn’t the same skill as playing hide and seek with cunts in the Zone. You’d be better with a specialist tracker.” Salarin smiles. “Call it a long service award in gratitude for your loyalty. We have a Runner that would be of particular interest to you, and I’ll enjoy having you there to see her fail.” “Really? Who is she?” His expression gets even more chilling. “Recently two of our cruisers defeated the pirate vessel of Alexa Goshenk in battle. She tried to blow herself up when she realized the fight was lost, but our men managed to get her into a bacta tank before she bled out and we kept her alive. She’s captive here on the surface. Went to processing for her implant this morning, actually.” It’s the first time I’ve seen Klink wrong-footed. When Salarin speaks the woman’s name Klink’s expression turns almost desperate. His hand flickers unconsciously to the scar at his cheek. “You’ve finally got Alexa Goshenk? I want her,” Klink says. “Don’t put her in the Run. Please… I must have her for mine.” But Salarin’s verdict is final. “She is to be a Rape Runner. She will make for an entertaining contestant. It’s already been decided. Of course if I catch her, you can use her once I’ve made the initial conquest.” “But what happens if she wins?” “She probably won’t,” Salarin says dismissively. “I have reasons to believe Alexa will be overconfident. But if she does win, we’ll make sure Alexa is rewarded with abandonment on a neutral world, where you can be waiting for her.” “I want her.” Klink repeats. I exchange glances with Tits. Who is Alexa Goshenk, other than another parasitic pirate? And why is she so important to our Master? “You can probably afford to buy her in the auction,” Salarin is continuing. “That’s the other news. You’re a very wealthy man now.” “That’s great to hear,” smiles Klink. “The Gaianesians?” Salarin smiles coldly. “I have a deal for every single one - all the remaining Gaianesians except for White Queen and your two. One of the galaxy’s richest clients is paying premium rate for the job lot.” “Even better.” “Oh yes. He admits his requirements are very specific, and only they will do, and he’s willing to pay what’s necessary. That’s the second reason I sent for you. I will need you to escort them to the buyer for me, as a final task to earn your share. It requires an errand into Republic space, so we’ll have to wait until the Rape Run is over. You’re the only one of us not easily recognized.” Klink shrugs. “That’s no matter. A small effort for securing enough wealth to buy Alexa Goshenk,” and he chuckles. “That bitch better Run well, because she is going to regret she was ever born if she loses. I’ll take my scar out of her flesh ten times over.” I glance at Tits again. So that’s where Klink received his injury. Gods, I’d hate to cross him and then end up in his power. I pity this Alexa. “I’m sure taking your revenge on her will bring you a lot of pleasure,” Salarin says. “And the feisty ones who try to fight always make for the best fuck. Isn’t that right, Ja-Alixxe?” “As my Master says,” she answers softly. “Yes, cunt, that’s right. The prospect of it being you - the great Ja-Alixxe who receives my seed is making me hard again. It’s a good time to dismiss our guest. Egregious - I’ll let you get back to your slaves, and I’ll get back to mine.” Looking at the naked bounty hunter he snaps, “Ja-Alixxe – cock!” and his woman hurries to resume her place between his legs. “Chief…” Klink says in farewell. Our last view is of the brunette’s head bobbing up and down on her Master’s groin, before Klink drags Tits and I from the room by our hair. The tugging sends enough jolts of Reflex through us that our legs tremble, so we end up stumbling unsteadily after him. “Alexa Goshenk…” he muses while we’re hauled along. “It’s making me so horny at the prospect of nailing her I want one of you right now. Which one of you is about to get her asshole torn open, Tits or Boobs?” Turns out it’s me. 29 - Showtime. I’m uncomfortable. I’m lying on my branded side, and my scar is still sore under the pressure of the mattress. I wish I could distract myself solely with the vision of beauty that is my sister, facing me across the soft surface of Egregious Klink’s bed. But our Master lies between us. Our heads are level with his crotch and rest in his lap. He is naked, as are we. My owner is rampantly hard. He’s lying on his back so his erection points vertically upwards. Tits and I have been ordered to kiss either side of the shaft to maintain his arousal, but not to stimulate him past the point of climax. He is busy relaxing with a broadcast on the huge video screen, and doesn’t wish to peak until the appropriate moment. Other than the burning from resting on my buttock, I’ve had worse tasks to do. I can look straight into Tits’ infinite purple eyes, and I can brush my lips against hers - albeit while enduring the warm rod of Klink’s flesh between us. Without attracting his attention I extend my foot and brush her smooth shin, and with my gaze try to express that I love her, and understand and share her suffering, and I’d do anything I could to ease her distress. From the screen there is a groan of female arousal, and Klink laughs raucously along with the reactions of an all-male crowd. Before each year’s Rape Run the Slavers screen a launch show where the Runners endure interviews with the foul host, Wagner. It is a tradition to play some humiliating prank on each of the women. Last year the theme was woman’s inability to control her sexual response. Runners’ groins were fitted with a stimulator which forced them to orgasm in front of the audience viewing across the galaxy. This year they’ve chosen to emphasize a different weakness of women – how likely we are to betray each other - cowardice that the Slavers believe is inherent in our sex. Each of this year’s Runners is fitted with a strap-on dildo, which protrudes horizontally from between her legs. Women have the choice of conducting the interview with Wagner courageously, with their breasts exposed to the crowd, or taking the weak path. If they wish to remain clothed, they do so at the expense of a fellow female. They must talk while using that dildo to fuck a naked slave, a poor victim strapped down over a piece of furniture. So far every contestant has chosen raping that woman over baring themselves. Perhaps we are weak after all. The Runners don’t need to be reminded what’s at stake if they end up one of the nine losers, but the Slavers have provided a reminder anyway. The slave bound with her ass in the air is living evidence of capture - one of the previous year’s losers. Once she was royal princess Palonae Noonian Aurora Tonova. She was noble. Proud. Beautiful. Now she’s a bound slave, lent by her owner to entertain the galactic audience by being fucked by woman after woman. “Fetch me another beer,” Klink orders. I’m careful not to look up as Riyena rises from her knees and leaves the room. Klink has turned colder towards her since the audience with Salarin. Perhaps that faction leader’s criticism is the reason he’s started reminding her that she, too, is only his slave. But I think it may be the imminent prospect of mastering Alexa Goshenk, the pirate who scarred his face, which has heightened Klink’s sadistic instincts. Last night Riyena was chained to his bed while he used her brutally enough that we could hear it through the walls. Today while Tits and I service his penis, she has been made to kneel with her back to the screen, forbidden from watching. Her face is freshly bruised and her breasts look tender. We’ve been careful to avoid meeting Riyena’s eyes, especially in a way that might suggest we’re gloating. We’re already sure Tits and I will suffer as the shapeshifter struggles to reassert her authority. We don’t want to provoke her further. I glace frequently at the screen. Wagner, the host of The Rape Run shows and commentator to its broadcasts is an overly coiffured man. He’s so effeminate he reminds me of the pacified males from Gaianesia. The Runner’s implants are activated for his interviews, forcing them to answer the most intimate of questions. One by one he probes into the personal lives of the poor women forced to participate in one of the universe’s cruelest sports. No secrets are kept from the galaxy. For example, another tradition is for Runners to wear fine silken scarves, tied around their wrists which indicate their sexual history and their recommended fate as slaves. Red scarf for a slave for woman destined to provide sexual pleasure; green for a breeder; grey for live food. Then there’s the blue scarf to indicate a lesbian, and white to indicate a virgin. All the ten desperate souls forced into The Rape Run, galactic standard year 4452 are examples of the most exceptional beauties found across the universe. There is the sultry dark-haired supermodel Emirie Kadjiz (red scarf) famous for baring her luscious breasts in a popular music promo; the athlete Tana Cagonnti (red scarf) who makes far more from her looks than she ever will from competitive winnings; and the green-scarf air-headed star of a reality video screen show Venda Varansilio (“VeeVee” to her fans) who seems to famous for nothing more than her ass and tits and the clothes she wears to celebrity events. All of these three have previously posed topless or nude at some point during their careers, but they chose to rape Palonae with their strap-on dildos anyway, rather than endure the humiliation of showing their breasts to the crowd. While Emirie, Tana and VeeVee are perhaps the most physically stunning, the women the Slavers and the audience like best are the ones who are not just spectacularly beautiful, but also where their degradation will send a message. Just as the Slaver medic had promised during my implantation, the scientist who invented the implant, Dr. Perla Etochka, is presented to the crowd. She appears wearing a green scarf around her wrist, her age regressed in the bacta tank to her twenties, when she was an elegant pretty redheaded woman with a freckled face and piercing green eyes. The investigative journalist Doorola produces video screen broadcasts about women’s issues, for example the effect of models on the self-image of average women, the exploitation of underage girls on poor planets and sex trafficking. She’s a proud feminist, but not beneath betraying a fellow woman in exchange for keeping her chest covered. While Doorola poles her fake cock in and out of Palonae’s pussy, Wagner cruelly discusses how the Slavers intend to force her to make a documentary about her own experiences as a sex slave, should she fail to win the Rape Run. Laure Costaniodies is a Republican senator who advocated total gender equality across the galaxy. So determined was she to make the universe neutral that even Gaianesia was mistakenly criticized by her. Laure focused her life on politics and paid little attention to the fact that she herself was outstandingly pretty with a full curvaceous body and lush breasts. It was a fatal oversight, for the Slavers certainly noticed. Perhaps it’s because her voluptuous perfection is fleshier than her fellow Runners that she’s the only one chosen for the dreaded grey scarf - a woman suitable for those species who enjoy sentient females as food. Even if Laure survives the Run, her political career is over. She has a slave mark on her face – she’ll never have the respect of her male colleagues again. She even worked closely with Palonae who also was one a senator and advocated the rights of women. In front of an audience of trillions though, Laure chooses to violate her personal friend rather than endure a shaming herself. Next there’s Cassarinie “Cass” Ridath, a gorgeous alternative comedienne with pouting lips and a full cleavage. She became famous across the galaxy for the scathing sassy observations she made about the inadequacies of men. Wagner wasn’t a fan. His opinion is that that the funniest thing she’s done in her career is fucking the helpless Palonae. With a green breeder’s scarf tied to her wrist, Cass is reminded that if she’s caught there’s going to be a lot more fucking in her future. “Keep your minds on the job, girls,” Klink interrupts. At the head of his cock I briefly, hungrily touch Tits’ lips, before making descending kisses back to the base of his shaft. I’m beginning to think that not one woman is going to spare the princess’s pussy until Twisted Elle, the lead singer of radical feminist punk band “Bitch Factory” takes to the stage. Like the others she’s in this year’s Runner uniform - a leotard, the color of the Aghara-Penthay sand, and loose camo pants in desert pattern. Army boots make it look much like a military battle dress. It’s modest compared to the Runner costume selected in most years, although not entirely without humiliation - the Runners are denied underwear so each woman has to show the outline of her nipples through the clinging thin fabric. Elle always seems so sexually aggressive I’d assumed some negative experience must have turned her against men, but she carries the white virgin scarf, as well as the red pleasure scarf indicating her new purpose will be to entertain men between the sheets. She’s also the first to carry the blue scarf, of a woman whose sexual preference is for other females. The choices are barely out Wagner’s mouth before Elle is pulling the shoulder straps down over her arms. She gives a deliberate shrug as she shoves the costume down to her waist exposing rather childlike small breasts with unusually rose-pink areola. Twisted Elle used to be covered in tattoos like most of the girls in Bitch Factory, but the Slavers have withdrawn her right to self-expression during processing. The skin around her shoulders and arms has been restored to fresh cleanliness. There is only one mark permitted on her – the swirling pattern of the slave imprint on the side of her face. She’ll carry this for life even if she’s the winner. Oddly they’ve left her punk hair – spikes dyed a glowing blue shade. Perhaps the Slavers thought it necessary to keep her identifiable. Or perhaps they decided to leave it in case she’s caught, as it might please her owner to decide what to do with it. When Elle reveals her chest there is a roar of abusive shouts from the male audience. She is called a slut, a whore, and she’s mocked for her breasts being undersized. This doesn’t seem to faze her though, quite the opposite. She seems to like the hate. She even gives the auditorium crowd the galactic universal gesture of the middle finger, contempt all over her face. With Elle’s interview complete there’s only two Runners left. “Here comes your fellow citizen!” Klink taunts us, and we both look up. There she is. No longer recognizable as the Gaianesian White Queen I knew, a stunningly beautiful young blonde mounts the stage with a green breeders scarf and a blue lesbian indicator tied to her wrist. Her markings are in the vibrant dark brown of a Gaianesian female in her prime, and are barely obscured by the Aghara-Penthay slave tattoo. Swaying between her legs is the strap-on phallus, just like the other Runners had to wear. But White Queen is not deterred by the pendulous cock or the intimidating audience. Her eyes look alert and strong as she mounts the stage. The only flicker of uncertainty is when she sees naked Palonae with her rump sticking up in the air. “Ithya,” Wager greets her. “The galactic champion of female superiority. Are you feeling superior now, with a slave mark on your face and a control implant in your brain?” I’ve always known her as White Queen, and one forgets she must have had a different name. Ithya. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Ithya shrugs. “You can break me as an individual and make me seem inferior, but that will not alter the truth. Men are made weak by their urges. Women are the stronger, the more moral.” “You have nice tits,” Wagner interrupts, “I’d like to see them.” White Queen is thrown for a moment by Wagner’s lewdness but regains her composure. “That kind of talk just proves my point. You are the one who is a slave. A slave to your hormones.” The noise of the crowd is building. They know what’s coming. Ithya doesn’t. “Would you say then the moral decision could be to bare your breasts for us? We weak men all want to see… Don’t torture us by keeping them covered.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “To help a woman, maybe? What if you had to choose between fucking the princess over there with your strap-on, or showing us all those fine hooters?” Wagner presses relentlessly. “What would be the moral answer there? She’s a broken slave, after all. She’s betrayed womankind. She deserves no better than being raped.” White Queen’s eyes widen briefly as she understands this year’s ritual humiliation, but then the same expression of steely resolve returns. “Is this choice a hypothetical one?” “No. I want you to choose. I order you to choose, an order from a man to a woman, and act on that choice.” Rape Runners have their implants temporarily activated during the launch show. So with the word “order” Wagner has delivered the coup de grace. She has to choose, and go with the consequences. “Fine,” White Queen snaps, and her hands reach for her shoulder straps. “But remember what I said. Defeating me changes nothing.” She bares herself with same bravado that Twisted Elle possessed, but the heroine of our world is cursed with much fuller breasts than the punk girl, and the crowd roar out their lust and their scorn for Ithya. There can’t be any logic to men - her pale flesh is perfect and she has large rubbery nipples. Her body should be an object of pride, but they shout out their contempt anyway. The broadcast’s producers have to rebalance the sound for the rest of White Queen’s interview, so we can hear over the unending verbal abuse and obscene suggestions for the Hunters should they catch her. Wagner wraps up the conversation like the others, by giving Ithya her odds of winning the competition and her ranking in the “most want to see raped” category. The latter is the significant figure, for the unfortunate women at the top of the table suffer a handicap during the competition making it more likely they’re caught. When the interview is over White Queen is dragged off the stage with her top still around her waist. There is only one Runner left. Klink stirs in anticipation. “Tits, sit on my cock. I want to fuck you while the pirate is on stage.” “Yes, Master,” she answers with heartbreaking humility. She mounts with her typical innate grace, and is lifting her thigh to straddle him when without warning Klink slaps her hard enough to almost knock her from the bed, and he barks, “No, face the screen, stupid. Watch the girl who’s going to be joining us.” Tits rotates one hundred and eighty degrees and grasps the master’s cock ready to insert it, but she’s still not pleasing him. “No, dumb cunt,” Klink rebukes her with a slap across her back. “Not your pussy. In your ass.” I can see her shoulders slump with misery at the prospect of this, but she has no option but to obey. Her exquisite features crease with suffering as she eases onto him and stretches to accommodate a man’s penis where a penis isn’t meant to be. I shuffle closer, aiming to soothe my sister by kissing the silk perfection of her thigh, but Klink’s fist abruptly knots in my hair and he twists my skull painfully. “Watch the screen, Boobs. You two dykes can fuck each other later.” I watch the screen. The pirate, Alexa Goshenk, is not what I was expecting. I’ve seen Klink with numerous slaves outside our family circle, and he’s only ever favored women with pale skins. But Alexa is java brown with wiry black hair woven into tight ringlets. I’d imagined a female pirate captain would be tall, physically intimidating like a Gaianesian woman, but there too I am surprised. Alexa has a small wiry build, more like a gymnast or a dancer. She’s fit though, and undeniably attractive. Her dark eyes are large, and full lips give her mouth a sensual cruel pout that men probably want to tame. Her breasts are ripe with womanhood, and wide hips advertise her fertility. Alexa has spirit to match her beauty as well. She looks undaunted by her location or the shouts of the crowd “rape her!”, “rape her!” as she takes her place, and gives Wagner a look that’s almost mischievous. Next to me Klink bucks his hips and Tits gives a moan of pain. “Alexa,” Wagner greets her, “it’s always a pleasure to welcome a female space pirate to Aghara-Penthay. So let’s talk shop – pirate to pirate. Do you agree that it’s right to sell captured women as sex slaves?” This is aimed at reminding Alexa of her likely future, but she brushes it off. “I’ve traded women myself,” she states. Her voice is low in pitch for a female, giving it a sultry quality as though she’s talking to a lover in the bedroom. “No doubt some of those women are watching this enjoying seeing me in the same situation. But their pleasure will be short lived. I intend to win the Rape Run.” She’s about to say more, but Alexa Goshenk is not to be allowed the chance to control the interview. “You’re not a virgin.” Wagner interrupts. Indeed, Alexa only has the red scarf of a woman destined for providing sexual pleasure. “I like cock,” she shamelessly admits, still refusing to be embarrassed. “But only as long as it’s strapped down and begging for mercy. The way a man should be.” This is intended to provoke and it does. The roar of the crowd and its suggestions of what they’d like to do to Alexa is deafening. She looks out at the audience with a mocking smile. “As you can see Alexa, a lot of the men out there think you’re the one who should lose the Rape Run and be strapped down, just like the dear princess over there. They want to see your breasts. They want to see you obeying your implant. Of all this year’s Runners, do you know you’re the one they most want to see lose?” There is the first of Wagner’s attempts to get through the pirate’s defenses that hits home. The “most want to lose” category will mean a heavy handicap in The Zone. Alexa’s face flickers for a moment with uncertainty before her bravado resumes. “Bidding on your ownership is fierce,” Wagner informs her. Back in Klink’s room, that spurs our master to comment. “Tits and Boobs… Want to know who is in front in that auction?” he gloats, giving a particularly fierce thrust of his hips that makes my naked sister groan with pain. “Me. She’s going to be mine! That cunt’s going to be licking your holes out.” I look at the woman on screen trying to imagine myself intimate with Alexa, imagine her “licking my holes out”, but I feel nothing. The proud pirate, unbowed by the statistics that a most-want-to-lose Runner hasn’t been the victor in the Rape Run for many years, seems too remote to me. When the interview reaches the part where Wagner offers her the choice of baring her breasts or using the phallus on princess Palonae, Alexa strides unhesitatingly across towards the helpless slave. “Watch everyone. This is what I’ll do to those other Runners,” she declares, and instead of going for the woman’s pussy she positions the head of the cock against the star muscle of Palonae’s anus. “No, No!” the princess starts pleading, but Alexa is already ramming her hips forward viciously, making her helpless victim scream. “Yes!” cries Klink, and dragging my sister’s hair back forcing her to look up at the ceiling, he bucks hard enough upwards to lift her momentarily from the bed. Tits slumps, rendered insensible with the force of her Reflex while my owner pumps himself to orgasm inside her, violating my beloved sister’s anus at the same time as the pirate ravages the princess. “Happy Rape Run, Alexa Goshenk,” Klink taunts to the viewing screen as the last of this year’s Rape Runners is dragged from the platform. “I’ll be seeing you soon.” 30 - Three It’s been another day of wishing we were able to kill ourselves. Klink has been feeling particularly vindictive towards women since he learned Alexa was participating in the Rape Run. A typical example took place just after his climax in my sister’s ass, when he wanted to watch me clean out the contents of her orifice using my tongue. I could think of little more disgusting, perhaps save performing the service for someone other than Tits, but I am implanted so I inevitably followed the order and tried to the best of my ability too. The taste was utterly vile and I retched repeatedly, but that was all – I’d been ordered not to vomit. Apparently the effect of the implant in the female brain is so powerful it even overrides physical reflex, and I gulped back the repulsive mixture without being sick. I wish it had been otherwise. The acid aftermath of vomit is nothing, but at the end of the day I could still taste Tits’ back passage in my mouth, even though I rinsed myself every time I had the chance. Things have been worse for her. I completed my monthly woman’s cycle just before leaving for Aghara-Penthay, so today, with my time in captivity now at about a fortnight, I’m due to begin menstruating in just over another week. Tits’ periods have been guaranteed to synchronize with my own since girlhood, so she should have voided her womb while I was waiting to leave Gaianesia, but for the first time since puberty her bleeding didn’t arrive. It’s been over a galactic month since Tits’ enslavement and it’s not difficult to guess the unbearable explanation. Red-faced with shame, after the video broadcast she gave up and had to inform Klink that she might be pregnant, and when questioned further she admitted with the violations being particularly frequent early into her captivity its unknown who the father might be. Egregious Klink beat her then, forcing Riyena and myself to watch. He beat her using his fists, and by slapping her with his open hand across her breasts so hard it knocked her to the floor, and I understood what a strong man can do to a woman when he’s really trying. I cowered and wept as she was thrashed and called names, “Stupid slut”, and “Gaianesian whore”. Klink reminded us that until he decides otherwise, our only reason for existence is to provide sexual pleasure with our bodies. We are pleasers, not breeders. Fail to remain sufficiently attractive, and we will be ordered to the place underground where ugly or unwanted women go and never return. Male instructions can even override the imperative to live, so the unluckiest women of all just stand there, rejected slaves compelled by their implants to do nothing but stay and wait for the end. It broke my heart to see Tits so defeated - slumped to her knees trembling uncontrollably with terror while our Master laid into her. I’d have swapped places with her in an instant. After it was over and Klink had stormed from the apartment, she was unable to stop crying for an hour, and her hands shook like she was an old woman. Even Riyena looked nervous. A medic prescribed a contraceptive drink that triggered such powerful cramps it made it difficult for Tits to walk, but the discomfort from her bruised face and upper body were far worse. The black eye was already beginning to swell when the Master and I left her, and she was forbidden healing paste as an additional punishment. She’s going to be sore for a while. Master informed us that I would be the only one accompanying him into The Zone. I would have preferred to remain behind and nurse my sister, but I’m only a slave. I’ve had much time to reflect on my situation in this past fortnight, and I believe that now, down to my soul, I have been broken. Broken by him and the by implant and by defeat after defeat after defeat at the hands of men. I have no thought of fight or escape. There is no prospect of returning home or ever finding a life beyond this place. All I care about is pleasing him, which I do in order to avoid punishment. Fear fills every pore of my being. Even the Rape Runners, now out there in The Zone fleeing capture by the four Hunters and their entourages, are probably less afraid that I am afraid, afraid of our Master. Following the launch broadcast, the Slavers left little delay before the commencement of the contest. The ten Rape Runners were rendered unconscious and then dumped at locations spread across The Zone. As soon as everyone was awake, Wagner opened the contest and the four Hunters began the chase, my master leaving on a Speeder with Salarin, kicking up a cloud of dust that would have been visible for miles. Live footage of the Rape Run is broadcast across the galaxy and is hugely popular. Within The Zone however, there is a blackout of news to avoid giving Runners’ locations or their tactics as clues to Hunters. The only updates we see are brief broadcasts showing “highlights” of each rape when a Runner is caught, with Wagner’s sick commentary enjoying the poor woman’s downfall. There have be three of these already, and it’s not even the end of the first day. Ashamed of her conduct at the launch show, pretty investigative reporter Doorola chose to make a stand for women’s rights across the galaxy by simply refusing to participate, and she called out for an emergency flare the moment the contest began. Previously she’d fucked Palonae rather than bare her chest. If she’d hoped that by finding her courage for the Run she’d be permitted to retain some modesty, she was mistaken. The coverage of his initial rape of her was almost perfunctory – the audience don’t like the ones who simply surrender. Lotho-etsarra, the so-called Libido because of his insatiable appetite for women, was the first Hunter to reach her. Seeing as Doorola’s particular focus of investigative journalism was the exploitation of women – prostitution, pornography, and sexual slavery, it amused Lotho-etsarra to force her to dance naked on a stage for the pleasure of his men. While this show took place, they placed bids on the order in which to rape her. During the earlier launch show Wagner told us she would be making a final documentary about her experiences as a sex slave. No doubt the footage of her subsequent gang rape will be included. Beautiful brunette athlete Tana Cagonnti, who had been high in the predictions to survive, ran right across the path of the gigantic alien faction chief, Jackran-ad-aktar as she tried to move between the cover of ruined buildings. It takes luck as well as ability to be last caught in the Rape Run. Jackran-ad-aktar’s cock is so large few human women are able to tolerate it and Tana was no exception. Chained on her back she screamed at the moment of penetration, and her head lolled in unconsciousness through the rest of her rape. There was so much blood that when he withdrew I thought she might be dead, but Wagner told us she’ll soon be physically healed and ready to pass around the other men. Lucky her - as good as new. The beautiful supermodel Emirie Kadjiz is the third woman whose Rape Run is over. But her footage of her defeat was very different from the other victims. All we saw was the briefest of images depicting Emirie Kadjiz crouching down somewhere resembling the inside of a wrecked ship. She looked up at hearing a noise and smiles openly. “Oh, it’s you,” she grinned to someone off-screen. People have written articles about the beauty of Emirie Kadjiz’s face, and she’s made a fortune modelling cosmetics and lipsticks, but all that perfection was ruined as she was struck with a metal object so hard that her skull seemed to explode. There was a second blow and a third blow, and with each strike I could hear the grunt of a female voice in intense exertion. The use of such force was cruel and unnecessary. Emirie Kadjiz was dead before she’d hit the ground. “What a waste of a nice cunt,” Wagner said, disappointed. “The killer better make sure she’s the survivor, or she’s for it afterwards.” Salarin and Cronorgan have been so far without a trophy. This is bad news for me – we can expect reprisals at nightfall if The Sadist has no-one else to play with. I am stationed at the same camp Salarin traditionally uses – a circle of crude huts around the restraints for his victims. Wooden frames, large enough for captives to stand inside, are currently empty. Despite the desert heat I shiver as I look at those frames and remember the heroic Republic space fleet colonel, Melena de Santo, being bound there last year and then being abused and degraded in the worst ways imaginable in front of an audience of trillions. There is other furniture here. Tight cages barely large enough to fit a woman inside swing from posts like gibbets in the hot breeze. An open pool which smells foul serves as the cesspit. There are rules for Hunters as well as Runners in this competition, and Salarin is only allowed a retinue of ten men. The maximum six of them hunt with him at the moment. Four man the camp where I serve. As well as the huts here where the men sleep, our camp contains some buildings given over to stores of food, and some to munitions, restraints and sadistic equipment for the maltreatment of slaves. My duties are to prepare food, to clean the camp and run such errands as I am given, and to serve the sexual pleasure of any man who asks. I am forbidden from leaving the camp area, but I have no interest in doing so anyway – there is nowhere to run to on Aghara-Penthay. I get little work done, for the four men who remain here all desire me. Much of my afternoon is spend lying on my side on a cramped camp bed while a grey-haired, small man paws my breasts. He likes pressing his erection at the apex of my legs and moving it steadily against my clitoris until I become wet. There is no consideration of my consent in having sex with him, but he is gentle and for some reason that makes me cry after we’re done. He strokes my hair and asks my name, smiling a little when I reveal the truth that it actually is “Boobs” as branded onto my flank. He asks me about life on Gaianesia, and if I like being Klink’s slave (no). The man comforts me, stroking me all over, but touching makes him hard again, and soon after he enters me for a second time. During taking me he tells me that he finds my body very desirable and if I please him enough perhaps he’ll buy me. I try to move in the way men like to encourage him, but later, in front of the others, he treats me with contempt. “Gaianesian slut”, I am called. The next man to rape me is much larger than me, and very physically strong. He orders me to resist him, for he wants the psychological pleasure of my defeat. So I struggle as hard as I can, trying every tactic apart from hurting him to evade his solid bulk, but then he pulls my hair and it triggers the Reflex. Next thing I know I’m face down on the camp bed. I’m oozing and receptive between my legs, but this man is a sadist and there would be no malicious satisfaction in having me without pain. I fight to the end, but pinned down to the sheets by his mass he inevitably penetrates my anus inducing a flare of agony, and I’m raped roughly. Big man has done me a slight favor in that the nanotech stimulating my anus had been neglected by Klink for a few days, and it was getting hard to walk with the tingling. But this is little consolation. It is to the camp’s obvious amusement that I limp between the buildings when it’s over, torn and injured, but forbidden from using healing paste until my Master approves. I’m not permitted to clean myself either, and he will see the trickle of dried semen and blood down my inside leg which bears witness to my shame. Klink was not the only one who brought his personal comforts to the hunt. Inside another of the huts close by waits Salarin’s personal sex slave, Ja-Alixxe, ready to please her owner. Unlike with my situation the men have been forbidden from using Ja-Alixxe, not that anyone but the most desperate would be interested. Since I saw her last, Salarin still hasn’t let her sate the desperate craving induced between her legs, and the frustrated need has driven Ja-Alixxe insane. She’s no longer capable of speech, and only makes animal moans of lust. She twitches and moves constantly, touching her flanks, her belly, her rump, her breasts with their silver nipples, anywhere but the one place that can bring her relief. When I first arrived she blocked my path intimidatingly, staring at me flexing her fists and making cavewoman grunts. But once she understood I wouldn’t be the one to ease her torture, Ja-Alixxe made a howling noise and fled from my sight. “The first Runner I catch, I told her…” Salarin said gleefully to Klink as they watched me with the brunette, “Once I’ve had my fun with the first Runner and got her out of sight of the cameras, I’ve told Ja-Alixxe she can use that woman to relieve herself. The poor Runner won’t know what’s hit them. It will be hilarious to watch.” “You’ve not been near her pussy since we met?” Klink questioned. “How are you keeping your own needs under control?” Salarin shrugged. “I pulled one of the Gaianesians from the shipment. But she was a weeper, and broke quickly. Nothing like the stamina of my own treasure.” Whether Ja-Alixxe is insane or not, the company of another slave is preferable to the hungry eyes and groping hands of the men. So when I have the chance I seek the former bounty hunter out, hiding with her until I’m missed and summoned with an irresistible order. Thus I end up nearly jumping out my skin when from right next to me Ja-Alixxe shrieks deafeningly, clutching at her breasts and writhing on the ground. It takes me a moment to understand the pain stimulators in her nipples have been activated, and that means the Hunter must be close by. Gods help us... Salarin is coming. I wished a crack would open and the planet would swallow me up, but when you’re an implanted slave your wishes mean nothing. “Boobs, come!” a male voice calls, and almost before I know it I’m hurrying from the hut out into the late afternoon heat ready to serve the returning Masters. There is work to be done. 31 - Fourth I was never a great fan of the comedy of Cassarinie “Cass” Ridath. It is a common conception around the galaxy that Gaianesian women hate men, but the opposite is the case. We understand male weaknesses, and the duty of care that places on women to act on their behalf. We protect men - from themselves. Cassarinie calls herself a feminist, but her jokes are laced with contempt for the male sex. Their inadequacies, particularly when performing in the bedroom, are the topics of much of her humor. She is heterosexual and yet a man hater – a misandrist. However, while we might come from very different philosophies, that doesn’t mean I wish her any ill. Certainly not what’s happened to her today – being kidnapped for participation in the Rape Run, and of all the Hunters to fall foul of, getting caught by the sadist Salarin. When I see her first she has some kind of yoke around her neck, which keeps her wrists trapped out and away from her body at the level of her shoulders. Restrained by this device she can do nothing to protect herself, and her captors have demonstrated this by removing her boots and stripping her to the waist. Cass arrives in camp still in the camouflage pants of the Runner uniform, but barefoot and displaying a slim torso with the kind of lush full breasts that men desire so much. Their ripe forms are enhanced by the yoke lifting Cass’s arms. Her nipples are a deep pink, and large. Although I am summoned to my Master I don’t immediately see him, so I pause for a moment to watch. Ja-Alixxe has been forbidden from show herself – she was supposed to have been vaporized by the bomber - and she shrinks back into the shadows. The men have run a rope from Cass’s yoke to Salarin’s speeder and used it to run her barefoot behind the vehicle. She must have fallen once or twice trying to keep up, because scrapes and grazes mar her perfection. Cass stumbles into camp already exhausted and slumps immediately to her knees. Her ordeal is only beginning though. Men run to her, and defeated easily by her restraints and their numbers, she soon has ropes secured around her wrists and ankles. She gradually starts struggling with returning energy after this, but her situation is as hopeless as any woman on Aghara-Penthay. She’s released from the yoke, lifted by two men and easily carried towards one of the wooden frames. They thread her wrists through the top spar in the frame first, and tie the loose ends of rope off far from Cass’s reach. I watch sympathetically as she looks out to her wrists, struggling in an attempt to pull her hands free through the tight loops. She would be better to keep still – her writhing makes her breasts move alluringly, and I can see men who lust after her beginning to gather, ready to enjoy the sport. Her ankles are spread apart, as men pull the lower ropes and secure those too. Now Cassarinie stands in her frame, her limbs roped out to form an “X” shape. I’ve watched some previous years of the Rape Run, and Salarin sometimes leaves his captives in their frames to anticipate being undressed. But perhaps because Cass is already topless, he approaches her with a knife and cuts the rest of her clothing away without ceremony or delay. She doesn’t cry or beg as she’s stripped, but I can see from her expression she’s struggling to keep her emotions under control. A fair proportion of the galactic public will be watching the broadcast of her naked body. Her fingers twitch reflexively, brushing the ropes around her wrists. I don’t see more, because my view of her is blocked by the intimidating bulk of my Master. “Come, bitch, I’m horny after a day’s work,” he says, and snatching a fistful of my hair he uses it to tow me to the hut we’ve been allocated. The tugs to my crown trigger spasms of Reflex which flood me with arousal, and only with supreme effort can I keep from fainting. I was ordered to follow though, so I stumble after him. Klink takes a route around the back of the buildings. He seems almost as camera shy as Ja-Alixxe. Inside the hut I’m flung forwards onto the narrow camp bed with too much force to stop, and I crack my head on the crude mud wall. “Strip.” Klink orders me. Without checking the bump to my head I reach for the tie at my left shoulder – the only fastening that holds my precious meagre slave wrap about my body. The flimsy garment is discarded on the dust of the floor and I lie back, nude, the heavy masses of my breasts spilling on my chest. He has extracted himself from his clothing and is already hard. Klink is in loose camouflage pants ironically similar to the Rape Runner uniforms. I look humbly at the disgusting organ with its dark hooded crown. Sometimes he likes me to use my mouth on him before he enters, but today he just wants to penetrate my sex. My owner mounts the cot with a creak. Docilely I part my knees while he probes with the head of himself against my vulva lips. And then he thrusts forward, filling my post-Reflex wetness with his hard foul prick. Klink looms over me as he rapes me, groping my boobs yet again. He has a preference for slim girls with big breasts, so unfortunately I’m perfect for his taste. While he mauls me his hips thrust backwards and forwards in a steady rhythm, almost withdrawing from me and then burying himself as deep as the hilt. Klink is a big man in every way and the stimulation from him against my inner walls is almost overwhelming, but I’ve learned during rapes to be able to at least partially disconnect from what’s happening to me. Sometimes I try to recall the woman I was only weeks ago – a young student on Gaianesia with her future ahead of her, unknowing of men, not implanted. Others are still there like I was. Life goes on for many women in the universe. They still experience kindness and mercy. Perhaps there’s some way I can borrow their hope and belief to carry me through the endless horror. The sound of a woman’s scream brings me back to the camp cot with a start. She’s close by and the sound is almost deafening in the confined hut. It’s not a terror scream, but an animal scream of unbearable agony. I stiffen, fearful of my nearness to such cruelty, and try to move under Klink. “Stay there. You can see when we’re done,” Klink orders, and instructed by a male my implant immediately renders me passive and unresisting as he continues to pump into me. The woman screams again, the same inhuman tortured sound, and then I hear her desperately gabbling something before speech is cut off with another yell. Klink’s orgasmic groan is barely audible over her suffering, but I feel him pulse within me as he empties his slimy seed. His seed… Gods… Yet more of his seed in me. Gaianesian women have evolved to fall pregnant more easily than humans – being swollen with child is a good way to avoid rape in a world where men vastly outnumber nubile women. The odds I’ve escaped fertilization after so many have released themselves into me are slim. When the inevitable occurs, is he going to beat me to a pulp as he did Tits, or will he understand it wasn’t my fault? Or perhaps I won’t be permitted to void myself of my crossbreed offspring, and my stomach will slowly expand with more proof of my defeat. My Master withdraws from me. As is routine for one of Klink’s sessions, once sex is over I must clean his penis with only my mouth. The taste of semen mixed with female juices is now familiar to me. I will endure the stench filling my nose until I’m next permitted to rinse myself clean. Bu my revulsion makes no difference. Diligently I use my lips and tongue while the woman shrieks and screams in the background. Only when Klink thinks my efforts are satisfactory does he tuck himself into his pants and watch from the door. “Hurry up and put your wrap back on, slut,” he says. “Then let’s go and see.” It is of course Cassarinie Ridath who is screaming. Salarin is brushing her breasts with a slave goad, one of the many instruments of torture that he likes to use which inflict intense pain without the least physical damage. Every muscle in her nude body is rigid, as though she’s being electrocuted. There is quite a crowd now – perhaps fifty men here watching the torture. I see the faction badges not just of Salarin’s clan, but of the other three Hunters, come to enjoy a Rape Runner’s downfall. Salarin looks almost bored as he abuses Cassarinie, looking at her contorted features with disinterest. When he moves the goad away from her he sighs. “Try again. Tell me a joke,” he says. Cass’s eyes flicker desperately as she tries to come up with something. “Why do women have breasts?” she stammers in a trembling voice, and then a moment later answers, “So men will talk to us.” Klink chuckles, but Salarin shakes his head. “Not good enough. Tits or pussy?” Cass seems to be trying to pedal backwards in her frame. “Oh, no, no, no, please!” she begs. “Tits or pussy?” Salarin demands more aggressively. “Tits!” she says in a voice dissolving into hysteria. And the Hunter lifts the goad to her breasts and brushes the wand over her exposed flesh. Cassarinie screams insanely, the same sound we could hear during sex. It’s probably only seconds the goad touches her, but it seems like eternity. “Try again. Tell me a joke,” he says. “No, please,” Cass sobs. Snot is bubbling from her nose. He lifts the goad and just in time she gabbles, “Okay - Why do women talk so much?” before answering, “Because we have two sets of lips.” “Tits or pussy?” Salarin asks and doomed again she slumps in the frame, weeping incoherently. I’m not sure if she vocalizes a reply but this time the goad is stroked over the sensitive folds of her womanhood, and I cringe wondering how that might feel. “I think the more frightened she is, the funnier she gets,” Salarin observes to the circle of watching men, but he continues to torture her all the same. On and on it goes. He is merciless. “Why are women like steaks? Because it’s better to beat us first to tenderize.” There’s probably no joke that will spare Cass the suffering, and this exercise is purely to teach her the futility of her effort. It is only at “Why do women have periods? Because we deserve them” that he seems to have had enough. Salarin unsheathes his cock and pierces straight into her, making Cassarinie shriek with a different kind of pain. Roped into the frame, she can do nothing to stop the humping, first vaginally and then before he reaches climax moving behind to ram into her rear. The Hunter’s face screws up into a hideous grimace as he finally reaches orgasm. He holds himself inside her until his pleasure has dissipated completely and then dismounts. Cass screams when he withdraws, and she slumps in the frame to dangle semi-conscious from her wrists. As Salarin walks away the Hunter doesn’t even look back. His erect cock points directly forwards and I see blood on the head. “Help yourself to seconds,” Salarin tells the crowd with a gesture back towards the naked woman. His offer seem to trigger a new lease of life in Cassarinie and she manages to stand and plead, “No!” to the approaching predators. “I’m a fan,” says the first man who steps up, a burly fellow almost the size of my Master. “I like to watch the way your hooters jiggle while you’re on stage.” With that he draws back his hand and slaps her with tremendous force across the breasts he likes to see jiggle, leaving Cass hanging limply yet again in her bonds. As the circle of men closes around her I’m mercifully spared seeing more. Salarin is approaching me and my Master. Fear skyrockets and I try to withdraw back into the hut, but my implant forces me to keep my ground. “The sun will be down in less than thirty minutes,” he says to Klink. “It’s not worth going out again today – we won’t get another catch before they’re out of bounds for the night. Might as well settle down.” “Okay Chief…” Klink acknowledges the decision, and then asks, “How was the Runner?” “A nice enough piece of tail,” he shrugs, “but nothing special. She might be more entertaining when Ja-Alixxe uses her later. Want to come and watch that?” My Master’s grin answers that question. “I’m surprised so many of the men have come in to try her out,” Klink says with a glance towards the crowd. “There must be guys from all over the Zone.” Salarin shrugs again. “There’s not many other options this early in the Run if someone wants a taste of A-grade cunt. The athlete is going to be good for nothing until she’s healed up. Our friend, the alien – his cock does leave an impression. And with Emirie Kadjiz spoilt for everyone by our mystery assassin, that leaves either coming here for Cass or at they’re at Lotho-etsarra’s camp waiting for a turn with Doorola.” In the pauses between his words I can still hear the comedienne’s miserable pleading over the laughs and taunts of male voices. “Good thing they don’t know the famous Ja-Alixxe is in camp as well,” says Klink. “She was a popular Runner. You might have problems keeping a few of them away from her.” Salarin smiles coldly, and adds: “Your female is also desirable and she’s beginning to attract attention. You might want to hide her away unless you feel like sharing.” I look up automatically at the crowd to see he’s right. Two men in Slaver uniform have stopped nearby, and instead of looking at the naked woman in the frame they’re watching me, with that hungry expression I’ve come to know so well. They make an odd pair – one is hairless and tall with large eyes and a blue tint to his skin, marking him as non-human. The other, the dwarf, is one of the ugliest men I’ve ever seen. I back up fearfully against my Master, hoping the possessive nature of men will work in my favor for once, and I’m grateful when his right arm goes round me, reaching across my collarbone in a posture that feels protective. But I’m mistaken about Klink’s intentions. By the time I realize he’s actually going for the fastening bow of my wrap, the clothing is already falling away. My breasts and my sex are suddenly on view to these men. Before I can think about that I’m stumbling forward, naked, propelled by a shove between my shoulders away from the seclusion of the hut and into the open circle. From behind me Klink calls to the men. “Help yourself boys. Prime Gaianesian pussy. You all do what you want. Just make sure she’s back to me in a couple of hours.” Others turn at Klink’s voice to see what’s on offer. Five men, ten men, as my stomach knots and I go sick with dread. No, not so many of you… please… I’m bare and defenseless, half leaning forward in a pose like a runner about to begin a marathon. My breasts hang forwards, ripe and full, the prize displayed for these disgusting animals. In moments they’ll be on me, but I feel no compulsion to stay and with the instruction “you all do what you want, just make sure she’s back in a couple of hours” he’s included me. Klink has left me free to move. I’m running, streaking stark naked towards the barren terrain of The Zone before I know it. But although unpacified men might be beasts, they’re not stupid. “Trip, slave!” a male voice shouts after me. My ankles instantly cross over, locking as close together as though they’re bound, and I go sprawling face-first into the sand and grit. I scrape myself badly on landing – my hands and my breasts bearing the worst of the damage, but the adrenaline of blind terror prevents me feeling much pain. I’m getting to my feet when someone barrels into my back and I crash into the dirt a second time. Before I know it the crushing weight of an obese male is on top of me, and as fit as I am I don’t stand a chance of lifting him off. A second man arrives, and then a third. As hope vanishes for me, there is laughter from them. The weight of fat-man leaves me, but others have a hold of my wrists and they use them to pull me to my feet. A hand squeezes my naked buttock, making me jump reflexively forward, but that takes me closer to the ones reaching for my breasts. And where the first hand began, many follow. 32 - Relief Klink laughs cruelly at me when we’re reunited. I enter his hut stooped over like an old woman, only able to take short shuffling steps because of the crippling pain in my lower torso. Yet again I’ve been gang raped. Yet again my holes have been damaged, and I have the signs of shame dried on my inside-legs. Yet again they found my breasts particularly pleasing, leaving my chest is sore from the unending mauling and squeezing and pinching. The muscles in my thighs and my buttocks ache from being tensed for so long, and I’ve pulled something in my shoulder. So many hands, oh, so many hands! Everywhere on me. And where hands probed and entered, inevitably their hateful pricks followed. Enough of them male crowd turned on me that I probably spared Cassarinie some of the assaults, but I’m selfish and I’d rather they’d raped her, killed her even, than come anywhere near my skin. When Wagner’s mocking footage of Cassarinie’s defeat was transmitted to The Zone and the galaxy, I was visible in the background, on my back naked in the dirt, while four men held out my arms and legs and a fifth mounted me. Slaver broadcasts are in glorious HD and even from a distance my tear-streaked face was recognizable and it was obvious I am a Gaianesian. Friends at home might recognize me, see how low I’ve fallen. That shouldn’t upset me – it’s not likely I’ll ever return alive to my homeworld to see these women, but I don’t like them thinking I was weaker than they, or I somehow deserved what I got. “Do you hate me so much, Master?” I ask, slumping to my knees, and once more hear that cold laugh. “You still don’t get it do you?” he says. “You’re not significant enough to hate. I don’t hate you. You don’t hate a piece of property. You’re just an object. An object men want to fuck. That’s the only reason you’re permitted to exist.” I contemplate this for a moment. I am nothing but an object men wish to fuck. I say, “Yes, Master.” Klink seems satisfied. “Good. Stop moping and get on with your work. Cassarinie Ridath is waiting in the next hut. Find some water and clean her ready for fresh use.” “Yes, Master.” I need permission to repair my damaged body. Requesting something of him is always risky but I’m better able to perform my duties if I can move freely. “Master – may I heal myself with the paste?” That same chuckle. “If you ask for it by its proper name.” He wants to hear my say the vulgar word. It’s worth a little indignity to relieve the burning pain. “Master – may I heal myself with the cunt paste?” “Of course slave. Your body must be ready for further use, after all. But seeing as you still seem to be a little prudish with your language, I think it’s time to train you in the proper names for things. Until I decide otherwise you will only know and refer to the place between a woman’s legs as a cunt. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” There’s a flash of memory - I was once ordered to forget an important name before, but it’s hard even to remember when that was. That, like this is of no consequence, for it matters not to change what was always that way. What else was that place ever called? For example – back in my sex education class. I am among a room full of pre-teen girls. Tits and I have just learnt how most of the galaxy reproduces, and we’re giggling at the strangeness that such a thing might be plausible. The teacher frowns at us for laughing when she said, “An unpacified male will want to stick his penis in your cunt.” And in the present: “Go now.” “Yes, Master.” I am familiar with the layout of the camp stores so it doesn’t take long to acquire a bucket of warm soapy water and a sponge. First I apply the magical paste to myself, feeling blissful relief of the pain as I smear it into my cunt and my anus. I massage the cream into my breasts as well, and I’m rewarded with the familiar easing of the soreness. I feel almost back to normal, ready for the next man to rape me. I’ve had weeks to come to terms with sexual slavery but Cass Ridath is just beginning that journey. She looks emotionally shattered when I find her, lying on her back shackled to one of the foldable cots by her wrists and ankles. They’ve ruined her - she has bruises on her thighs and a mixture of filth and blood dribbles from her cunt. Another poor woman’s life shattered just for casual male entertainment. The hut is completely empty except for Cass. Whatever cruelties are to happen next in this room, the focus of them is her. Sympathetically I study her. I probably looked that bad when they first tortured and violated me, back there at the Palace of Roses. I remember vividly how afterwards I was desperate for any sign there was still kindness in the universe, and grateful when the lowest slave showed me mercy. It’s my turn to show that kindness to Cass. “Don’t be afraid of me,” I say gently. “I’m only here to clean you.” I begin soaping her shoulders first, so she becomes familiar with the sensation of my hands on her body and won’t feel threatened when I move to the more intimate areas. “I saw you. You were out there,” she croaks in a voice hoarse from screaming. “When all the men took me. Some of them had you on the ground too.” I don’t want to remember all the hands, but I say, “Yes. That was me.” “But you’re okay already?” “The cunt paste. It helps. It will help you too.” When I clean her breasts she tries to lift her arms and shield herself, making her restraints clang. “Can you help me get away?” Cass pleads with breaking voice. “I don’t want to be a slave.” “There is nowhere to run,” I tell her sadly. “Not once you’re carrying an implant. There is only enduring, trying to forget what was before, and accepting that now you exist only to please men.” The defiled Rape Runner then reaches a chained hand to touch me, as though I’m the one who deserves sympathy. “How many times did it take to make you like this? How many times has a man forced himself on you?” I interrupt her curtly, for I don’t really want to think about the answer. “I’m going to clean your cunt now. This might be a bit sore.” Fresh tears form in her eyes and I feel instantly guilty. She’s only seeking reassurance. But I have no hope to give to her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know. Two hundred, perhaps? Nineteen times just today.” “Gods…” she whispers, blinking as she stares at the bare ceiling, and then she moans with pain as I sponge away the crusted matter between her legs. “It’s going to be easier for you than for me. You are a prize slave – a Rape Runner. Your Master probably won’t be from Aghara-Penthay. Once you’re off this world, you will only have him to serve.” She begins to cry softly, and I say, “Be brave… while we live, there must be some chance.” Although I don’t really believe that myself. There isn’t a future for me. I can’t ever return to Gaianesia when its people will look at my face and believe I’ve shamed womankind. Here on Aghara-Penthay, as Klink said I exist only to be fucked. Year after year of suffering lie ahead until I become old and unattractive, and then unless I’m worth the colossal expense of regenerating me like with White Queen, they will dispose of me. My best chance would be the fate that once was my nightmare. If Tits and I are traded to the Harkens as Klink threatened, we join other Gaianesian women taken prisoner in one of the Harken breeding pens, and we’ll churn out baby after baby for our captors. I’ve heard that as long as the Breeders fulfil their purpose without resisting or rebelling, they are not badly treated. And some females who please, and serve their owners well will reach a pampered concubine status. It sounds like heaven compared to this place. “That hurts,” Cass moans, bringing me back to the present. “I’m sorry,” I say, “but I have orders.” “You could leave me, and pretend you’d done it,” she pleads. I shake my head. “You’ll understand when your implant is activated. Your Master gives you an order and it becomes your own will. It’s impossible to resist. I was told to do this, so I must.” There is one last swipe with the sponge. It makes Cassarinie flinch. “It’s over now. Your cunt and your ass are clean.” Perhaps the men were waiting outside for me to finish, or maybe it’s a co-incidence. But I have barely retreated from her before Salarin and my Master enter. They carry foldable chairs, which they open facing the chained captive, as though they were visiting her in a hospital bed. Cassarinie begins to whimper as they take their places, struggling on in a way that makes her chains clang. “Cassarinie Ridath… Tell me - who would you like to have fuck you next?” Salarin asks bluntly. “Ladies choice… A man or a woman?” I dare not give a sign to warn her that I know what madness awaits outside if she chooses a woman. The bounty hunter Ja-Alixxe must be just outside, denied the chance to relieve the urges of her nanotech for such a long time it’s driven her into insanity. I remain motionless, kneeling at the side of Klink’s chair so he may reach for me if he wishes. Most women, if forced would choose indignity with a fellow female rather than a man. And Cassarinie is no different. “A woman,” she says with an uncertain glance my way. Salarin smiles cruelly. “Then slave, come,” he orders. I’m rising to my feet before I know it, when he says to me, “not you, stupid Gaianesian.” He does not need to ask the intended recipient twice. Something the color of pale flesh passes me in a rush. And Ja-Alixxe stands before her master in a feral half-crouch. She is naked. Her hands rub her thighs in an obsessive unceasing gesture and her eyes are wild with insanity. She has her thighs apart I can see the lips of her cunt glistening with unsated need. Cassarinie takes in the bounty hunter, Ja-Alixxe with her silver nipples and cunt, and she starts to move in her bonds trying to withdraw into the bed. “You?” she stammers. “But you’re…” and then she looks to Ja-Alixxe’s deranged face. “No, no,” she begs. “A man. I meant a man.” “Ja-Alixxe?” Salarin says. “When I say ‘go’, fuck the woman on that bed. I want you to fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her, until you’re too exhausted to stand up. You may cum on her. In fact I want you to rub your pussy on every part of her body you can reach, but especially her face.” “No! No!” Cass is pleading in a breaking voice. To Ja-Alixxe she begs, “Fight the implant! I saw you – you’re strong. You don’t have to do this.” Ja-Alixxe pleads in a different way, an animal moan of uncontrollable yearning. She stares at her Master, desperate for the word that will release her “Go.” Salarin says softly. And the unrestrained girl mounts the bound one in an instant, Ja-Alixxe leaping athletically over Cassarinie’s face and looking down the length of the other woman’s form. Pinned between the bounty hunters toned thighs, there’s nothing Cassarinie can do as Ja-Alixxe then begins to rut on her, pelvis bucking at maximum speed as she grinds her cunt into the other girl’s face. The bounty hunter moans constantly after landing, a sound gradually increasing in pitch as she approaches her first climax. It is unsurprising that denied orgasm for so long, Ja-Alixxe only needs seconds to reach that first peak. I don’t need to hear her cry to know it’s happened. She releases more clear fluid than I’ve ever seen from a woman’s climax before. Cassarinie is inundated, as though rather than orgasming Ja-Alixxe has urinated on her. The bounty hunter stops all vocalizing for a few seconds after climax, closing her eyes for a few moments and swaying on her knees. I think she’s going to faint. But then she opens her eyes with a snap and behind shifting her body down that of Cassarinie, dragging her pelvis to maintain contact the whole time. Ja-Alixxe begins moaning softly with desire again, starting the process of ascending the pleasure curve to her next ecstatic peak. The men make me watch this repeating cycle for long enough that I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve seen Ja-Alixxe orgasm. As ordered, she smears her wet cunt all over the helpless comedienne’s body. Cassarinie pleads and struggles against this humiliation for the first ten minutes, but then she just lays still, turning her head to look away from the men so she doesn’t have to see the sadistic pleasure in their faces. On and on it goes. After half an hour Ja-Alixxe seems to have discharged enough of her lust to regain some sanity. “No choice,” are the first words I’ve heard her say since we met in Salarin’s audience chamber. These spoken to Cassarinie by way of apology as she humps the other woman’s thigh. As the show loses its interest for the men, conversation begins. “Are you healed, slave?” Klink asks me. “My cunt and ass are better, Master,” I confirm. Salarin finds my reply amusing for some reason. “Her cunt? Your Gaianesian is getting a filthy mouth, Egregious.” “I’ve blocked the memory of any other words for it,” Klink explains. “That’s all she’s allowed to call it.” I frown, trying to probe my mind, but no – that is the only name for it. It’s my cunt. “I’ll get bored of messing with her head soon, just as I’m getting bored with the rest of her. She has a nice pair of hooters, but as I’ve said before Gaianesians are too dumb to be interesting once you’ve broken them. I intend to trade her once the pirate is ready for my use.” If the threat of sale is supposed to intimidate or frighten me, it has the opposite effect. Hope blazes in me. Gods yes, please Master, trade me. Anywhere in the galaxy is better than this world of horrors. Trade me as live food. I don’t care as long as I get off the surface of Aghara-Penthay. I want the men to talk further about my fate, but we’re interrupted. The man who walks into the room is dressed in the livery of Salarin’s faction. He is one of the underlings who roughly raped me this afternoon, the strong one who triggered my Reflex and then put his penis in my anus. We’ve been sexual partners - the most intimate state possible between man and woman, but he barely glances at me now. “Hunter,” he says to the clan chief. “I think you need to see this.” “We’re busy, look,” Salarin says dismissively, indicating the strained movements of the bounty hunter as she pushes herself to yet another orgasm. “Sir,” the man repeats, “forgive me, but really, you’ll want to see this.” With an irritated click of his tongue Salarin gets up from his seat, leaving the two women on the bed to their pleasure. “Come,” says Klink, so of course I follow too. 33 - Cheek It’s dark in the open and the temperature has dropped from the oppressive heights of daylight. It’s not cold though, so the large fire in the center of the circle is for light and to be a social focal point rather than a source of warmth. Men sit around laughing and joking, passing around a bottle of liquor, although there’s an odd off-note in their banter, as though it’s forced. As we approach they acknowledge Salarin their leader, and then the eyes move over me in the way men always do around a nubile female. I scan the ring of males in camouflage uniforms shyly, looking for the man who showed me a little gentleness when we had sex, but I gasp at the sight of something unbelievable. Alexa Goshenk, the dark skinned pirate Rape Runner, is sitting amongst the group. Unrestrained, dressed in her Runner’s uniform of camo pants and leotard. On her lap is a pack of rations matching the ones in our stores, and she clutches a bottle of spirits in one hand. Alexa grins impishly as she recognizes the two men. “Truce?” she says. “You can’t lay a finger on me after sunset, remember? So let’s talk business.” I’m already cringing in expectation of an explosion of violence, but Salarin laughs more warmly than I’ve ever heard him do before. Klink, on the other hand steps forward with his fists clenched, and Salarin has to lay a restraining hand on my huge Master’s upper arm. “I see you’ve made yourself at home with our stores,” Salarin then says genially, indicating Alexa’s rations while the men take seats close to the fire. “I’m not touching that Runner crap if I don’t have to,” Alexa agrees moodily. “I mean… look what they make us have: Water!” she commands to the sky, and sure enough, having spoken the Runner cue that gets her supplied with hydration, a moment latter a small parachute descents from the starry heavens. Alexa gloats as she unscrews the lid of the metal canister. “Men across the galaxy have jerked off and paid their credits so I can drink this cum. Well, fat chance of that – I hope you give refunds.” She tips the canister up and I see a viscous fluid like raw egg white spill out. Alexa laughs maliciously at the puddle, and brings the bottle of spirits to her pouting lips instead. “You’re not making any friends here and around the galaxy,” Salarin says calmly. “Messing with your sponsors, and that stunt today… I presume it was you who ruined Emirie Kadjiz for the galactic public.” Alexa laughs again. I realize I’m holding my breath as I watch her. I find the pirate stunningly attractive – she has vivacity, a natural lithe grace and a lush ripe body. She reminds me of Riyena’s blend of viciousness and desirability. I am Gaianesian – bred over centuries to be strong and beautiful, and Alexa is a mere human, but in a slave wrap with marks of shame on my face I feel an inferior failure compared to this woman. “That wasn’t me,” Alexa says, “but then I would say that wouldn’t I? Only they know for sure,” and she indicates around us where the invisible cameras will no doubt be relaying this first for the Run to viewers across the universe. I look up to the heavens with sudden anxiety. I might be on screen too. Gods… they will see me at home. Gang raped on the screen behind Cass, and then this. “My money is that the Gaianesian bitch did Emirie,” Alexa says, making me start before I remember White Queen. “They think I’m a cold one… So-called White Queen would walk over her own mother to get what she wants.” Ithya? No… Gaianesians stand up for all women. “The Gaianesians think submission to men is a fate worse than death,” Alexa continues as though she’s an expert on my culture. “Ithya would think she was saving someone by butchering a Runner.” “Is she right, slave?” Salarin asks me directly, making me jump. “Answer truthfully.” It’s not difficult to know what White Queen would think. Death would be infinitely better than slavery on this place. “That’s true, Master.” Alexa nods smugly. “See? Even Bigtits over there thinks it was her. Well the viewers and sponsors won’t like it if White Queen massacres too many of your prize little peaches before the Hunters get to them,” she presses. “So let’s make a deal. The audience don’t want a Run that’s too fixed - one where the Hunters are told where little Ithya is hiding out. But Rape Run Command could let me know, and I’ll take the spoilsport out the game without killing her. Runner fighting Runner… Woman on woman. That’s the kind of entertainment the public want to watch.” “As though we’d…” Klink bursts out angrily, but Salarin stills him once again. Most of the time Salarin seems relaxed and laconic, but every so often there’s a flash of his real authority. At the protest Alexa seems to notice Klink for the first time. “Egregious,” she says mockingly. “How’s your face? I didn’t burn you too deeply when you tried to catch me, but it was enough. How fitting that Salarin’s pet has a scarred face, just like his other little bitches.” This makes my Master jerk as though he’s going to leap for Alexa’s throat, but he just manages to suppress his temper. “I’m leading the auction to buy you,” he tells the pirate woman with icy rage. “Say what you want now, but you’ll wish you’d groveled the first moment you saw me before we’re done.” “Master,” she taunts, her voice thick with sarcasm. “I’m gonna rape you in so many ways,” Klink promises, “Wait and see.” “I don’t think you are,” Alexa answers confidently. She glances at the sky and says conspiratorially to Salarin, “You might want to make sure the cameras aren’t on us while I explain why…” I don’t understand. There’s no trace of the usual frightened Runner in Alexa Goshenk at all. It’s as though she can barely contain her mirth. “You see… you Slavers aren’t the only ones in the galaxy who know about nanotech. When I discovered months ago you dumb pricks wanted me for the Run, I went to see a medic on Rushinda Prime. Very specialized, very expensive, but worth every credit. The nanobots they implanted in all my holes are linked to a genetic modification in my skin. If I’m penetrated any time my stress levels are high, such as during a rape, the nanotech sends a signal and I emit a neurotoxin from my pores. They’ve always said I’m poisonous, but now it’s literally true. You don’t want to fuck with me without my consent unless you’re wearing a hazard suit.” Klink goes rigid with fury as she explains her clever defense mechanism, but Salarin laughs uproariously. “Ah, so you’re saying we can’t fuck you? Is that why you walked into camp so boldly?” Alexa nods. “I knew an implant would compel me not to harm men, but it doesn’t matter when the response of my body is involuntary. You’re the only ones who are fucked.” Salarin is still laughing. Alexa drinks in Klink’s impotent rage like she’s having the time of her life. “So…” she says, “to avoid the Slavers becoming a laughing stock in front of the galaxy for the second year running, let’s have a drink, and then talk off camera about how you’re going to rig this pissant little competition to make sure I’m the one who walks away.” I’m stunned. Both at her, and at him. She’s outwitted them entirely, but Salarin doesn’t show the least trace of anger. He gets to his feet still laughing heartily. “Bravo, Alexa,” he says. “An amusing opponent, you are. Let’s see what we can do. What you’re suggesting is above the authority of any one faction chief, but stay here and I’ll talk in private to Rape Run Command,” and he moves towards the hut containing the communications equipment. “You can’t let her get away with this,” Klink calls after him. My Master jumps to his feet. Unable to take out his rage on the pirate woman but exploding with the need to harm someone, he swings his huge arm in a wide haymaker punch and strikes me hard in the side of my skull, sending me sprawling in the dirt with my head spinning. “Come with me, Egregious,” Salarin calls back, and the tone of authority is back in his voice. “You need to be involved and I don’t trust you alone with Alexa yet.” “Maybe I’ll have them make you part of the deal, Klink…” Alexa calls after him. “An implant to obey me… I’d have a lot of fun with your balls.” Salarin almost has to drag my Master away then. Enjoying her victory to the full, the pirate stretches back in her seat, arching her back in a way that lifts her breasts, and she sighs happily. With the two men gone the rest of the circle wait stunned. “That Gaianesian girl is pretty,” Alexa breaks the silence by commenting to the guards, and her eyes turn suddenly on me. “And I’ve never seen The Reflex used. She’s Klink’s, yeah? Why doesn’t one of you fuck her while I watch?” 34 - Seven It’s broad daylight when I awaken, and it’s already like I’m in an oven. I’m lying on my back on one of the foldaway camp cots, nude, with another naked woman lying draped across me. Ja-Alixxe. I’m entwined with Ja-Alixxe. By the time the two of us were permitted to rest, it was late into the night. The men of the camp used me until Salarin send them to bed. Ja-Alixxe followed his orders, and fucked Cassarinie until the bounty hunter was too exhausted to stand up. “Use each other if you wish,” Salarin commanded as the bounty hunter was dragged into the room with her head slumped and her eyes half-closed. “And neither of you can refuse the other.” But last night, more sex was the last thing either woman wanted. What of this morning, though? I feel the compulsion of the implant still enforcing Salarin’s will, and know for sure if she wakes and wants me, I’m going to let her have me. I remember I have power over her too. I’ve been the victim for so long it’s an odd concept that any sentient being might have to obey me. Especially one like Ja-Alixxe. But although she’s very desirable to me, and there would be kudos for bedding one of the galaxy’s most beautiful women, I’m not going to force her. I stroke my finger tenderly down the graceful curve of the bounty hunters bare back and over the mound of her buttock, and she stirs. Ja-Alixxe looks up from where her head’s resting on my breast. She’s very beautiful, with a mane of dark hair and an intense stare. Her expression is uncertain – maybe considering the precarious mutual power as I did moments earlier. “Truce?” she says, taking me right back to Alexa speaking that word last night. A bargain of some kind must have been struck between Salarin and the Runner, for the dark-skinned pirate walked unmolested from the camp armed with a rucksack of supplies and a weapon like a cattle prod that can render its victim unconscious on contact. She walked away at first in the direction of the high mountain peak, but at the far range of the firelight Alexa cocked her head, as though she could hear something, and she turned instead for a vast derelict spaceship lying out on the plane. Salarin must have mollified my owner as well, because Klink seemed pacified on his return, and although he glowered at Alexa’s farewell jibes, there was no sign of the violence he unleashed on me being dispensed for a second time. “Truce,” I agree with Ja-Alixxe. I feel acutely aware of her body – of her breasts pressed against my stomach and her thigh between my own legs. I continue to stroke her back, trying to offer her a little physical tenderness amidst so much horror. But Ja-Alixxe has recovered some of her spirit, and it seems the bounty hunter has other things in mind than caresses. “Are there blaster weapons in camp?” she asks me abruptly. I’m taken aback by such bluntness, but I answer. “Maybe, in the munitions hut, but they’re no use to us. We can’t harm the men and there’s nowhere to run. They’ll just track our implants and we’ll be punished.” “We can’t harm the men, but we can harm other women,” Ja-Alixxe says. “So we can use them on each other. Both of us firing at the same time.” My skin goes cold as the enormity of what she’s suggesting sinks in. A suicide pact. “Please,” Ja-Alixxe asks, with the most humility I’ve ever heard from her. “Kill me. I don’t know how much more I can stand.” I’ve said to myself many times since the day I first boarded the Bountiful Sluts wearing a demeaning blue slave wrap that I wished I was dead. And I have no hope of any dignity in my future or of a return to my former life. But when push comes to shove, to actually take the final irrevocable step… I’m still deciding whether to let Ja-Alixxe shoot me when we lose our chance to act on the idea. With terrifying suddenness she screams in agony, so immediate and loud that I too cry out with fright, and in my arms the bounty hunter tenses so much with her pain she almost doubles up. Understanding I look around fearfully. They’ve activated her pain stimulators again. That can only mean Salarin must be close by, returning with his first catch of the day. I don’t want to witness yet another woman’s ritual degradation, so when I hear a number of speeders pulling into camp I hide in the hut. Ja-Alixxe remains with me - she isn’t permitted to show herself. The two of us cling to each other in the darkest corner of the bare room, while some poor woman’s torment begins outside. “Blasters,” she mouths silently. Outside the screams of agony and the voice pleading not to be tortured and raped does not sound like Ithya, our own White Queen, and so I take heart Alexa can’t have run my leader to ground yet. The seclusion cannot last forever though, so when I hear “Boobs!” shouted in my Master’s voice I leap from Ja-Alixxe’s arms like I’ve been electrified, and hurry into the open. It is the punk singer, Twisted Elle, who stands naked in the torture frame with the hot sun beating down on her. She’s been bound in the same “X” shape they used to secure Cassarinie, only with Elle’s restraints there is the addition of a wooden pole embedded in the ground, which runs upwards to terminate in a large rubbery phallus sandwiched between the woman’s buttocks. It looks to be too deeply sunk into her anus for Elle to dislodge it by moving her pelvis. Cassarinie was caught late in the day, meaning the men used her at leisure and en-masse. With other Runners still out there in The Zone, Salarin’s triumphal rape of Elle has been quick, to speed his return to the hunt. In a sense she’s had it easy. The dribble of shame from her cunt is nothing to the ruination Salarin and his men inflicted on Cassarinie’s body. The singer is still alert and she stands upright in the frame, silently looking out across the camp. My Master is relaxing back in a canvas safari chair, his loose pants bulging with an erection. Watching the torture of Twisted Elle must have made him horny, and he wishes for sexual gratification before returning to the chase. “Do you want to put it in my cunt, Master?” I politely check. Klink waves dismissively. “Use your mouth. I like the way your tongue feels on me. Kneel down in front of me while you work.” “Yes Master,” I confirm, falling to the ground so quickly it’s as though my legs have given way. Freeing him from his clothing, I begin to pleasure him with my lips. Klink must have exerted himself during the morning’s hunting, for he exudes stale sweat, making the familiar taste of his penis even worse. He makes no apology for this, saying nothing as he hardens further in response to my circling tongue and bobbing head. My Master seems relaxed today. I sense none of last-night’s tension that was triggered by Alexa’s mocking. It takes only minutes before he reaches full hardness and there’s the feeling of pulsing that signals the imminent jet of seed against the back of my throat. My owner releases himself into me. “Klink!” Salarin calls while I’m unsuccessfully trying to swallow the rest of the residue without tasting it. “Enough of that. There will be time for pleasure later.” “I’m already finished. On my way,” Klink calls back languidly, pushing me firmly away from him. I rise to my feet, wiping my mouth. “Keep the camp ready, slave,” Klink then orders me. “And serve the sexual needs of any men who require it.” “Yes Master,” I say, and then the poor bounty hunter’s offer comes into my head. “And what of Ja-Alixxe?” I was hoping he’d interpret my question as permission to resume our liaison, but it’s a mistake to mention her. “Leave her alone. If you want relief, touch yourself or ask one of the men.” So with that order any chance of mutual self-destruction is gone. Now I can walk on water as easily as I can approach her. “Yes, Master. But my cunt needs no attention.” Klink looks at me closely, and just for once something in him seems to soften. “Stupid Gaianesian,” he says gently. “You will remember the other names for your cunt, and you can call it what you wish.” At first I don’t know what he’s talking about, but then it’s as though conversation triggers a tidal wave memory of childhood to return. I didn’t always call it my cunt. That’s a disgusting name for it. My vagina, vulva, pussy, sex, womanhood, snatch, slit, and a thousand other slang names, but not my cunt. My mouth drops open in horror. Gods help me, the implant did that? One order was all it took to lock away that part of my mind. That’s how helpless I am, as long as this vile chip is lodged in my brain-stem. Truly I am a slave. “Thank you, Master.” He nods. Without a backward glance at Elle or myself, Egregious Klink hops onto a dusty speeder with Salarin, and the two men roar out of the camp, leaving me alone under the inferno of heat. After watching them for only a moment I make myself busy with my chores, fetching soap and water to clean the defeated Rape Runner Twisted Elle. I’m expecting more humiliation, but none of the men molest me on the second day. They’re all busy doing something out beyond the perimeter of the camp, digging small holes. It looks as if they’re laying a minefield, but that makes no sense. There are wild creatures in The Zone but we’re in no danger here. At one point Ja-Alixxe appears in a hut doorway and beckons to me, but I shake my head. I was ordered to leave her alone. On the second day of competition the Slaver faction leader Cronorgan, known as the Dominant because of his pleasure in the complete subjugation of females, makes his first capture. Perla Etochka, inventor of the control implant, stumbles into one of the many traps littering The Zone – a deep pool of highly adhesive syrup disguised with the planet’s ubiquitous red sand. Wagner’s commentary explains that as a reward for her contribution to science, the first thing Cronorgan did was to give Perla a second implant. This one compels her to obey female’s instructions, with the caveat that women’s orders don’t superseded the masters’. The scientist will end her days as the lowest of slaves, with no ability to resist instructions from anyone. To demonstrate, Cronorgan activated both her implants and ordered Perla to remain completely motionless while he raped her. Of course, she did everything he asked. The steady flow of tears was the only sign of her inner torment. Then, the broken Cassarinie was forced to do the same thing. While this is broadcast, the competition continues, with survivors still being pursued out in The Zone. I don’t know if Alexa lied to us last night, and she was in fact the one who murdered Emirie Kadjiz. Perhaps it was Alexa. Perhaps it was White Queen. Perhaps it was someone else. Either way, whatever secret deal was struck doesn’t seem to work, and the killer stalking The Zone turns out to be as successful as the Hunters when it comes to tracking down women. The Runners will have seen the broadcast of Emirie Kadjiz’s murder, just as we did. They should be cautious, but the killer seems to have Senator Laure Costaniodies’ trust. Wagner’s broadcast shows Laure walking ahead of our view chatting happily, when someone out of shot bludgeons her brutally in the back of the head. “Do you know how much that woman was worth?” a clearly pissed-off Wagner thunders for the benefit of those remaining Runners in The Zone. “You’d better be the survivor, Runner, or they’ll take the credits out of your flesh.” Laure’s death means only three Runners are left with the chance to be the winner. Alexa Goshenk, the pirate, with the competition seemingly rigged to make sure she’s that one. Ithya, my own poor White Queen unknowing that a deal has been struck to doom her. And then who is the last? Ah yes, Venda Varansilio, the bimbo star of that stupid reality show, where her and her dumb family do nothing more than party and wear expensive clothes. “VeeVee” she’s known to her fans. I’m surprised she’s still in the game, but then there is an element of luck in the Rape Run. If I didn’t guess how much the audience must be enjoying Alexa’s impudence, I’d be expecting the pirate to come across an unlucky “accident” - ending up in a fatal trap or devoured by one of The Zone’s voracious night predators. But she was right that the galaxy will want to see rapes, not more women dispatched by other means. As the day draws on Alexa remains at liberty. The sun is getting low in the sky and it will soon dip below the horizon, signaling the end of the day’s Run and the safe time for the Runners. I happen to be out in the open, moving between the huts carrying crates of liquor, and that’s why I see it – an incandescent white flare meandering lazily back to the ground. I gasp. A flare means a Runner in distress – something so terrible it overrides their fear of rape, and the survival imperative of their implant orders them to summon male help. The flare is descending near the ruined super-cruiser, where Alexa was headed in the darkness. But is it Alexa who called for it, or did she find someone else there? VeeVee, or White Queen? Please, if there’s any justice in the universe let it be Alexa in trouble, and let White Queen send a message of female empowerment by winning the Run. I see multiple plumes of dust. The Hunters will be converging as they race to the source of the flare. Whoever gets their first will claim the girl as their prize. No doubt the contest is exciting viewing for the galactic audience. Let it be Alexa, I continue to pray. I’m degraded and ruined, but White Queen can still be a symbol that there is truth to female superiority. Ten minutes, half an hour, what can be happening out here? The sound of Salarin’s speeder reaches me only seconds before the vehicle follows it, roaring into camp so fast the jets spray me with grit. Salarin and Klink are riding it, laughing to each other. I hurry over to serve them and note they have no captive. “Who did they catch?” I can’t help asking. “Come and see,” Klink says, and I try to interpret his delighted manner. Alexa, or not Alexa. “Climb up with me.” I risk a second question. “Where are we going, Masters?” Klink seems pleased to tell me. “Cronorgan’s camp.” 35 - Eight When Cronorgan found the pride of Gaianesia out in The Zone, she had already been hogtied by an unknown assailant, her wrists lashed to ankles behind her, and left as immobile as an animal waiting for slaughter. Whoever overpowered her, as a final indignity once Ithya was bound and helpless her attacker needlessly went for her clothing, leaving White Queen with her breasts bared and her sex displayed. Alexa. It must have been. Alexa Goshenk’s hallmark viciousness is all over this crime. Waiting defeated for the Hunters to arrive, White Queen would have had time to look at her exposed organs and consider how important a part her erogenous zones were going to play in the rest of her life. By the time we arrive at Cronorgan’s camp White Queen has already been stripped completely. Ithya’s bondage is some of the most elaborate I have seen since arriving on Aghara-Penthay. A web of ropes surround her body, immobilizing her torso at its center. By means of this web she is suspended in the middle of wooden frame, a frame formed of an open cube rather than the squares I have seen in Salarin’s camp. Ropes are lashed to her wrists and ankles interconnecting her limbs through an elaborate system of pulleys. Ankle goes to pulley, to pulley, to ankle. Wrist goes to pulley, to pulley, to wrist. This gives Ithya the illusion of some freedom of movement. She can flail her feet and bend her knees, but it is impossible for her to close her legs entirely, thus hiding her obscenely displayed sex organs. She can also move her arms, but not close enough to reach any of the knots of rope, or protect vulnerable places on her own body such as her breasts. When we arrive she is still struggling, paddling the empty air like a naked swimmer. I am in the presence of the regenerated White Queen in all her glory for the first time. What an example of Gaianesian breeding! Her body is toned to perfection and her breasts are full. Silver blonde hair spills about her creamy shoulders. I find her intensely beautiful, and think it’s a tragedy that such a woman should be reduced to this state – stripped and awaiting degradation. The Slaver faction leader Cronorgan greets Salarin like an old friend. I try to look inconsequential as the two men clap each other’s shoulders genially. Cronorgan is a bald, almost hairless man, with a fat body that gives his full lips an effeminate manner. I could have taken him for a homosexual or even a pacified male if I hadn’t known his taste for subjugating and then raping women. The one known as “The Dominant” looks me up and down appreciatively in my meagre red slave wrap, and I feel myself tremble. Quickly I look away, not daring to meet his eyes. “You’ve brought another Gaianesian,” Cronorgan says. He has a high, rather reedy voice. “Making her watch the downfall of her great leader?” “She was involved in Klink’s sting to catch the White Queen,” Salarin explains. “Klink kept her as part of his reward. Nice piece of cunt, don’t you think?” We’ve arrived from a direction behind White Queen so she can’t see me yet, but Ithya has heard the men discussing another Gaianesian and she freezes in her mid-air flailing. Her head turns from side to side as she tries to look round and glimpse me. Because have my eyes to the ground I miss seeing Cronorgan’s expression change when he has the idea. But I hear the words perfectly clearly, and I’ll never forget them. “Shouldn’t we use your female, to show the galaxy that Gaianesian women aren’t superior, and in fact they’re weak enough to publicly betray each other?” I look to the men in alarm, but see only cruel possibility dawning in their faces. “Would you lend me your slave to participate in her shaming, Egregious?” says Cronorgan. “No!” Even in the intimidating presence of two faction leaders and my Master I’m too appalled to remain silent. Me, forced to harm White Queen? “Please No!” “Of course, help yourself,” Klink answers generously, and then dooms me completely with. “Boobs – follow his orders.” “No, please,” I beg, my eyes starting to fill with tears. “Come here and remove your wrap,” Cronorgan orders, and even though my mind screams its revulsion I’m stepping off the speeder and walking towards him before I know it. “Guard!” he orders one of his men. “Fetch me a strap-on. One of the double-headed ones.” A strap-on? Like at Wagner’s interviews? Gods, I thought this couldn’t get worse. Oh, no, no, please, no! Close by Ithya also pleads, “No!” and once more begins to flail in the air. All the same, I pull the string fastening my wrap docilely and expose myself to Cronorgan. He nods approvingly as his eyes take in my pneumatic breasts. Once I was proud of them, but they’ve been the curse of my life since boarding the Bountiful Sluts. “Excellent. You really are A-grade woman-flesh. Your body will arouse the galaxy, while they’re also entertained by watching you rape your leader.” I’m weeping openly now. “Please no, Master. Don’t make me do it.” This is a worse disaster than I could have ever imagined! Everyone on Gaianesia will be watching this. I’ll be a pariah on my homeworld for publically violating White Queen. And Tits being identical, she will share in my disgrace. I’ll destroy both of us. “Stop complaining slave,” Cronorgan snaps dismissively. “In fact I order you to enjoy this. Her mission is the reason you’re here as a sex slave. Take some revenge for what’s been done to you.” My thoughts are racing, trying to come up with a way to avoid what I’m about to do. But Cronorgan’s words also trigger something new, as abruptly as though he’s flipped a switch in my understanding. When I look at White Queen it’s obvious Cronorgan is right. She is the reason I’m here. Red Duchess tried to talk her out of sending another woman to Aghara-Penthay, didn’t she, but no. White Queen wanted those precious plans which never actually existed, and she used poor Tits’ captivity to emotionally blackmail me. All that humiliation I faced alone, travelling to the Hub wearing that demeaning blue wrap while White Queen stayed safely behind the scenes. And Tits was also enslaved because of White Queen’s scheming. Tits, my beloved sister, destroyed. Made a sex slave – her face tattooed, implanted, her markings forevermore turned the purple color of a defeated woman. And my face tattooed, implanted, my markings also purple. I bet they didn’t give White Queen something as shameful as nanotech inside her ass perpetually stimulating her, not like I have to endure. She had it so easy. Even when I’m old and withered, I’ll need a man’s cock in there once a week. Tits has the same thing in her mouth. All because of the cold scheming bitch hanging in that frame. She does deserve to understand the consequences of her actions. While my perceptions realign themselves, the strap-on is brought to me. It reminds me of a pair of panties, only backless, leaving the buttocks bared. Inside the crotch is one phallus. While the men smile I push this eagerly into my dry vagina. The good news I soon discover is a set of rubber bumps also line the crotch. These will graze over my clitoris with every small movement I make, and it’s going to be very arousing to wear. The cock protrudes forward, a black rubbery affair larger even than my Master’s organ. It feels heavy and unnatural. The contraption also has fake testicles, of a color to match the penis. I’m very aware of my new genitals swaying and changing my balance, particularly because it is connected to the inner phallus and any movement shifts the object penetrating my body. Is this what a male feels with an erection – a growing sense of pleasure between the legs while the mass protrudes forward at ninety degrees? I like it. It makes me feel powerful. Just for a brief time here on a planet of horrors, no one can rape me there because I have a cock. My balls brush against my inner thighs. Let someone fear me, for a change. “Let the other Gaianesian be the first to trigger White Queen’s Reflex.” Cronorgan announces. There is quite a crowd now, all male except Ithya and myself, and the numbers watching from space are too great to comprehend. Yet I don’t feel nervous. “Do it. Trigger her Reflex, slave girl!” Cronorgan orders me. “Make her wet and then fuck her until you climax yourself.” “No, please, not like this,” my leader begs. It’s not enough for me just to witness Ithya humiliated by an unknown woman. I want her to know it was me, so I pad round to face her. I see her steel eyes widen in recognition, take in my purple markings for one moment, and once again she flails the air. Good. They’ve bound her floating at the height of a man’s groin, so for the males she’ll be easy to rape in the ropes, but I’ll have to stand on tiptoe. “Gara…” she says anxiously. “Or are you Lara?” Who? This deserves only contempt. “So, White Queen, you didn’t even make the effort to learn my name, before you sent me here to become a sex slave. My name is Boobs.” “No!” she protests, although I’m not sure to what. I begin wrapping the mane of her lustrous hair in my hand, balling my fingers into a fist. I tense her, but don’t pull hard yet – it’s too soon. Let her anticipate. She hasn’t suffered enough. “You killed those women,” I spit, “Emirie Kadjiz and the senator. You didn’t give them a chance. You deserve to end your life pleasing men, after everything you’ve done.” “No!” Ithya stammers pathetically. “That wasn’t me. I swear. I think it was the pirate. That’s why they never even showed her hands on the screen. The dark skin would have given it away.” “Lies!” I insist. I crouch down so I’m inches from her face. “I want to see it in your eyes – the moment that the mighty White Queen’s Reflex is triggered by a mere sex slave, Boobs.” “You don’t have to do this,” Ithya gabbles on the edge of panic. Pathetic. “It’s the implant. Fight it! Show them a woman can be strong.” Listen to her beg! I can’t believe I used to respect this person. She doesn’t understand the least thing about what lies ahead for her, and about who holds the true power in the universe. Women are weak, and the sooner we accept that the better. “You show the galaxy how strong a Gaianesian woman can be,” I say, and tug her hair back painfully hard. I’ve never watched a woman enduring the Reflex from so close up until now. The brave leader of Gaianesian Intelligence gives an erotic moan of near orgasmic lust, and in front of me her eyes roll back in her head, her pupils dilating with the rush of arousal. Her body goes limp, except for spasmodic twitches from her thighs. When I release her hair her head hangs forward semi-conscious. I walk round behind her and between her still legs to see her pussy is already glistening. Ithya moans again as I position my phallus against her lips. I don’t care if her cry is pleasure or suffering – actually I’d have preferred suffering – but I was ordered by Cronorgan. I thrust my fake cock all the way into her, and the stimulators massage my clit at the same time, igniting pleasure that begins to warm through my body. Marveling in the power of my penis, I begin to move my hips back and forward in a steady rhythm that mimics a man in sexual congress. Each time I penetrate into her, Ithya moans in a wanton whorish demonstration of how the Reflex reduces a sentient being to a slut. With the apparatus around my pelvis stimulating me, I then bring myself to orgasm by raping one of my planet’s greatest leaders. This is my turn! If Ithya shows any signs of recovering from her sexual hypnosis I simply tug her hair again, after giving her long enough to comprehend what I’m about to do. Let her worry about how many times her reflex needs to be triggered before her markings begin to change shade, just like I once did. Pathetic bitch! Almighty Boobs! This is how Riyena must feel when a woman squirms in her power. I can understand it. Perhaps I too am actually a sadist. My own climax comes upon me intensely, although now I’m experienced I know my release of pleasure, without The Reflex, is a pale imitation of the impossible ecstasy of Ithya’s submissive state. Crying out loudly in time with her moaning, I orgasm, and my eyes refocus to discover Cronorgan has his penis out and is ready to join in White Queen’s defeat. “Thank you, Master,” I say, withdrawing from Ithya’s pussy so abruptly that she shrieks. “That’s the best fuck since I landed.” And for a short time I mean it. 36 - Night It is after dark we return to camp, to find a jubilant Alexa Goshenk has joined us for a second time. “Did you see her? It was me who caught the White Queen,” she crows. “She put up a fight, but I shocked her with the prod and then tied her up. Left her with her breasts and snatch on show to wait for you. She didn’t like that one bit.” “We saw...” Salarin says uncaringly. “She said you’re the one who killed the other women.” “Wait and see the footage when the Run is finished,” Alexa shrugs confidently. “That will prove who was telling the truth. But of course I won’t care - I’ll be gone by then. There’s only the big-titted bimbo from reality TV left in my way, and as soon as we catch her I can leave this shitty planet.” “Maybe,” replies Salarin wearily. “Maybe. But although the audience prefer to see one of you raped, we may still send you an accident. It would save us all listening to more of your gloating if you were killed in The Zone.” Salarin’s tone is less tolerant tonight. And he’s not the only one who seems tired of her smug superiority. “I’ve had enough of the attitude as well,” Klink tells her. “So unless you intend to yield yourself right now, perhaps you’d get the fuck out of our camp.” This time no rations and liquids are offered to Alexa. No need so close to the end of the Rape Run, she is told. And not even she has the bravado to remain much longer with her cool reception, so before long Alexa’s is striding off towards the starlit shadows outside the ring. “Activate,” Salarin says with a gesture to one of his men. I am puzzled. Activate what? I don’t understand the command. The female pirate has already been swallowed up by the darkness. I must admit she has courage. There are some vicious predators hunt The Zone at night, and even with a prod it’s risky. Being surprised by an attack from behind is a particular danger. “There are four Hunters left to two Runners.” Klink says as soon as she’s out of earshot. “What happens if VeeVee is caught first tomorrow, and Alexa does win by accident?” “I don’t think that’s very likely,” Salarin says. “My men have been very thorough while we hunted. Wait and see.” And with that Salarin relaxes back in front of the fire, unconcerned. I, in contrast, have sunk to the deepest despair I can remember. Reality came crashing back in on me after the show at Cronorgan’s camp. The fat Slaver ordered me to enjoy raping our leader and compelled by my implant I did, but afterwards I was horrified. I degraded someone who is an icon to Gaianesians, and in front of the whole galaxy. During Cassarinie’s gang rape I was barely visible in the background enduring my own ordeal, but this time my fellow citizens will have no illusions to the identity of the woman who betrayed the beloved White Queen. My face was in close-up on Wagner’s highlights, contorted with cruel arousal. Boobs, the Gaianesian, stark naked and broadcast in super high definition and recognizable instantly to anyone who once knew me. My face was twisted with sick pleasure. Oh Gods, what am I to do? I couldn’t have returned to Gaianesia without joining the shamed ones anyway, but for degrading a heroine of the planet I might be executed for treason. This is a nightmare. I have nowhere to go any more. Aghara-Penthay is all I have left. I’m only brought back to the present of this planet by the sharp sound of a woman crying out in surprise. The noise comes from somewhere fairly close by, but beyond my sight in the darkness. “Excellent,” says Salarin to Klink. “All according to plan. Want to check? Let’s go.” And arming ourselves with a lantern we set out in the direction of the noise. We only have to walk about a hundred yards into the night, but the stony ground of the planet’s surface is uncomfortable on my bare feet. I estimate we go as far as the circle where I saw his men working earlier today. There we discover the pirate Rape Runner, Alexa Goshenk, sitting on the ground with her legs extended and her booted feet squeezed together. It takes me a moment in the lamplight to see that she has a narrow wire, like a garrote, looped tightly around her ankles. Alexa has activated some kind of pressure pad under the gravel, which has triggered a wire noose to snap closed in a fraction of a second, cinching tightly and trapping its victim. She is pulling futilely at this device. From closer to I see there’s some kind of ratcheting closure on the wire similar to a cable tie, and this prevents the noose releasing until cut by a suitable tool. So although Alexa’s hands are completely free, she can’t walk or move more than a yard from where her feet are anchored to the buried trap. Out of reach I see have fallen her remaining supplies and the electric goad. She must have released them when she tripped. “Slavers,” Alexa says ruefully, squinting into the lamplight. “I seem to have walked over a buried booby trap.” Salarin looks down at her. “Hmm. Yes I see you have, Alexa. You have indeed walked over a booby a trap. Wouldn’t you agree Klink?” He turns to my owner, who replies, “A booby trap. Yes, her boobies do seem to be trapped.” “Technically it’s her ankles that are trapped,” Salarin corrects, “but unless she can leave her legs behind, her boobies will stay where her ankles are.” Alexa tugs at the tight wire again before giving up and looking irritated at the faction leader. “Well hurry up and cut me free from it, then. It’s going to be hard for you guys to make rigging the ending of the Rape Run look authentic if I’m caught before VeeVee.” Salarin considers, then assumes an air of fake sorrow as he looks down at her. “True Alexa, it will be difficult to explain, but there’s a fine point of Rape Run rules, here. While Rape Run Command did let us point you to White Queen’s location, we’re still not allowed to physically interfere with the Rape Runners between sunset and sunrise, even in a helpful way. I’m sure you see the problem here - that much as I’d like to help, we have to wait until daylight, unless of course you call for an emergency flare. But that would mean you admitted defeat in the Rape Run. An awkward situation for all of us.” Alexa tries to re-cross her ankles but there’s some kind of tech in the loop’s locking mechanism, and it only closes tighter. She looks up again, more impatiently. “You rule this planet,” she insists. “Give an order. You could have me out of this if you wanted.” “The Rape Run is bigger than all of us,” Salarin disagrees. “Do you know how many people will be enjoying watch you lie there after they’ve endured your arrogance? I can’t let down the public just to spare you a few hours discomfort.” “Come on, Salarin,” Alexa insists. “This isn’t funny. There are wild animals out here.” “I could leave a guard to watch you until morning?” he considers. “But then what’s in it for me? If you were devoured in the night, VeeVee conveniently wins the Rape Run this year. No one will ever find out you beat us by preventing us penetrating you, because of that toxic skin trick.” Alexa’s courage doesn’t desert her. “You won’t do that. I’m too entertaining a Runner to waste another desirable female. So stop being an asshole and cut me free, or post your damn guard to let me loose at first light. Don’t try to intimidate me though.” “I wouldn’t dare,” Salarin smiles calmly. “Guards it has to be then. Sleep well, Alexa.” With that the faction leader turns his back on the pirate and walks away. She calls after us, profanities I don’t want to repeat, but we leave her anchored to Aghara-Penthay by her ankles and facing a night on the rocky ground. Klink picks up her belongings and the prod, but rather than offer them to her he takes her supplies back to camp. Of course this makes Alexa even more pissed off. “Toxic she might be, but we don’t have to let her win everything,” Klink explains with a smirk. Back at the camp Salarin instructs two of his guards. One of them is the older man, he who was kind to me when he took me and said he might consider buying me. I look pleadingly at him, trying to send a signal. Master - please buy me – you must be better than my Master. “Keep watch over the pirate,” Salarin tells the two men. “I want you there all night to make sure the others know we had her first. Take some blasters in case the wildlife bothers you.” “Yes, Chief!” the two men say. Salarin’s voice takes on a chilling tone, then. “For tonight, you’re to follow the rules and let her think she’s calling the shots. Don’t interfere with her in any way until sunrise, but as soon as the game is on instead of releasing her, I want you to strip her and put her on the table. Be careful not to penetrate that body, but do anything else you feel like while you’re getting her in place. Take your time and enjoy a good grope. Have someone wake me once she’s ready. I’ll send a signal to the other Hunters and Run Command at dawn to inform them Venda Varansilio is the survivor of this year’s Rape Run.” “Hunter!” the men say in unison, clicking their heels together in immediate acceptance. I look at Salarin with incomprehension. What is this? With Alexa’s toxic skin the Slavers can’t complete their conquest, so why does he still want the pirate over Venda Varansilio? What’s the point? Have they some way to immunize themselves against her neurotoxin? I shouldn’t have forgotten my own situation while puzzling over the pirate. Without warning there is a tug on my hair – gentle but still enough to trigger sparks of Reflex between my legs which make me go light-headed. I slump against my Master and he takes hold on me. “Come, slave,” Klink says. “I think it’s the turn of your ass tonight. I’m going to drill you as a substitute for drilling her.” “Yes Master,” I slur in my drugged stupor. And with that we make for our modest hut, ready for me to yet-again serve every sexual desire of the man I hate most in the universe. 37 - Prepared The “table” Salarin mentioned resembles a java table, knee high and rectangular, like those common in many living quarters across the galaxy. On top of this furniture the former pirate and Rape Runner Alexa Goshenk waits, on her hands and knees, the combined height of woman and structure trapping her genitals at the comfortable level of a male pelvis. Leather bracelets are locked to her wrists, ankles and lower thighs, keeping her in place and forcing her to adopt a position with her knees spread. I imagine this increases her sense of exposure. I call it a table, but in fact only the bare minimum of the polycarbonate frame remains – pads to support the victim’s ankles and shins, and a shell to serve as anchor points for the restraints. This emptiness permits maximum access all-round the body of the unfortunate captive, including behind and underneath her. Additionally Alexa’s forearms are threaded through vertical pipes welded to the frame – these trap her limbs upright and further restrict freedom of movement – someone on the table cannot rest back on their buttocks for example, or shift forward to avoid blows to their rear. The captive on hands and knees is Alexa Goshenk. Stark naked, her demeaning position means her breasts hang down like udders. Nude she reminds me even more of a gymnast, dark skin making her lithe musculature more prominent. It’s already hot this morning, and she glistens in the sun. Alexa has a figure that will no doubt be pleasing to men, with a slim torso but wide childbearing hips that make her look noticeably feminine. The lips of her sex are prominent and rounded. Rape or not, the Slavers will not go easy on her. By now I’ve seen many women in the early moments of captivity. Most of them are unable to disguise how vulnerable they feel in restraint, and they become humble. Formerly strong women plead. But I’ve never seen a captive incandescent with fury before. Alexa moves constantly, her restraints clanging loudly and she jerks her arms as though she might have the strength to break her bonds. “This is an outrage,” she almost spits when Salarin approaches her. “The winning Rape Runner always leaves the planet unmolested. Your men took away my clothes and they touched my…” but she is too ashamed to complete the sentence. “The public will not be pleased that you’ve broken the rules.” “What breach of the rules has there been?” Salarin asks, calm in the face of her storming fury. “Venda Varansilio is the winner of this year’s Rape Run. It is being announced to the galaxy as we speak. She will indeed leave unharmed. You were caught in a simple trap, and you are a loser. You will be raped while the universe watches, your implant will be activated turning you into a slave, and then you will be sold.” “We both know that’s not going to happen,” Alexa growls, although she moves her pelvis in the frame as though trying to evade an enemy. “You’ll drop dead the moment you stick your tiny prick in me.” “Perhaps it will be worth it though,” Salarin says, seemingly unconcerned about his imminent demise. “Your implant compels you to avoid harming men, so you will struggle pleasingly right to the end as you instinctively try to prevent me penetrating you.” “You’re bluffing!” Alexa hisses. “You will die the moment you touch my skin. No woman is worth that.” “I recall you told me the nanotech activates when you’re penetrated at times of stress, yes?” asks Salarin. “Well we’d better make sure you’re good and stressed if we’re going to test how lethal you are. Torture will be ideal way to do that.” He signals to one of his men who depart, smirking. The objects then delivered are placed deliberately in front of Alexa, so she may contemplate them and consider how they’re about to be used upon her. She jerks angrily in her restraints as she takes in a field electrical generator with a dial to regulate the current, the plastic container holding around a quart of a viscous pale slime, and something that looks like an aerosol spray can. “Stop trying to frighten me,” Alexa demands. Was that a trace of uncertainty in her voice? “We know how this will end. You can’t strip and torture a winning Rape Runner. Get me out of this thing and bring me some fucking clothes.” “Quite right - you can’t strip and torture a winning Rape Runner,” he agrees. “But enough irrelevancies. We all noticed how much it amused you pouring away the sperm from all your sponsors. However this did not please the Slavers. It took some effort to collect donations for a second time, but here we are – every single man’s seed in one dose. And now the Run is over there’s no need to dilute it to hydrate you. The pure semen is good enough for a slave.” The liquid in the container looks as thick as soup. The mere sight of it makes me feel nauseous. Two pints of undiluted sperm. I can’t think of anything more disgusting, and Alexa agrees. “Like I’d ever drink that thing…” she laughs sarcastically. “Once you’ve released me I’ll pour it into the dirt all over again.” Salarin merely shrugs. He picks up the aerosol can and without asking fires it at Alexa’s naked shoulder. He sprays down her right hand side next, then continues to work his way around her body. In the air forms a fine cobweb of a silvery material. The substance seems to be sticky, for where it settles on Alexa’s skin it clings to her. Gradually every exposed inch of her is covered in threads, as though she’s walked nude into the web of a vast spider. He even sprays her face, an indignity which provokes an even more furious reaction than the coating of her sex organs. But the female body is never far from the mind of a Slaver, and Salarin concentrates most on her nipples and her genitals, giving those a thicker coating than the rest of her lush body. In Alexa’s position with pelvis thrust out behind her and her breasts hanging down, there’s nothing she can do to keep her private places out of the spray. “Fuck off!” she yells at him. “Get the fuck away from my body, you pathetic little man.” “The web is an electrical conductor,” Salarin tells her, unruffled by the verbal abuse. “It transfers the current excellently, but will wipe away easily when it is time to rape you. I don’t often use these old torture methods as there’s some danger of harm – a slave’s heart can stop from the shock – but you’ve made this year’s Rape Run especially entertaining, so you deserve some special treatment. Rest assured a medic is standing by. The female sex organs are sensitive and provide particularly excellent sources of pain. I recommend you avoid wetting yourself during our time together as urine is also a reasonable conductor and will add to your discomfort.” At a signal from the Hunter one of the underlings clamps power connectors to opposing corners of the metal frame. “That’s enough!” Alexa insists. She’s still trying to be bold but her dark eyes are wild and I can hear the unmistakable note of fear in her voice now. “Let me out of this thing!” Salarin sits calmly on the surface of the generator, so he can reach between his legs for the dial. He smiles almost gently at Alexa. “We will pause only while you wish to drink,” he informs her, while patting the plastic flagon of filth affectionately. “Please inform me when you feel thirsty.” Then he turns the dial up a quarter of the way, and the naked pirate Alexa Goshenk’s first shriek rings out across The Zone. 38 - Ninth I haven’t witnessed a woman being tortured by electrocution before, and I hope I’ll never have to see it again. Electricity locks the muscles in Alexa’s body so rigid that it’s difficult for her to use her lungs to scream, and what I hear is an animal gurgle of pain. Salarin only jolts her for periods of about ten seconds, although each one seems like an eternity to watch. Then he pauses, halting for deliberately random intervals so she can’t predict when it will begin once more. Sometimes only a few seconds. Sometimes half a minute. Alexa uses the intermissions to struggle in her restraints, probably driven be instinct because she must know the bonds are inescapable. At first I try to look away from the unbearable scene, but Klink grabs my hair and orders me to watch. “You should be grateful to her,” he tells me. “She’s replacing you and your sister at warming my dick soon.” Is he really selling me, or is that a threat? And to whom? To the Harkens, or another Slaver? Alexa screams again. Salarin had advised Alexa not to wet herself, but a few minutes into being tortured her bladder releases anyway with a spray that soaks her inner thighs. It’s hard to tell from her strangled cries whether the urine makes the pain worse. I just know it’s terrifying enough to watch, let alone endure, and I wouldn’t swap places with her for anything. “She’s tough,” Salarin says approvingly to Klink over one of Alexa’s screams. “There’s plenty would have been begging for a taste of that cum already.” Alexa can’t hold out for ever though. The torture has being going on for about ten minutes and Salarin has the dial nearly half-way up when she first says, “I’m thirsty.” By this time she is gasping with exertion so intensely she’s barely able to whisper. Her body gleams wet with sweat under the hot sun. Salarin gets up and lifts the plastic canister to her lips. “Swallow it all,” he orders, “and don’t puke. If you do I’ll just make you lick it up from the ground.” But Alexa has barely gulped back two mouthfuls before her face turns a funny shade and her breasts heave as she retches. There is panic as she battles to keep the foul slime down, and she only just succeeds. I don’t know how, for my own gorge rises merely from watching the thick brew get poured into her. “Gods, no!” croaks Alexa. “It’s disgusting.” “Have it your way,” shrugs Salarin, and he resumes his seat on the generator. “No, no!” Alexa protests urgently, “I didn’t mean it, more please!” but her final words are cut off when she emits another bubbling scream of mortal agony. The pirate pleads to drink as soon as her muscles are released to speak, but Salarin gives her another couple of minutes enduring further doses of torture anyway before giving his captive pause. I’m shaking just from watching this. I can’t believe he could be so cruel as to make her drink an entire quart of pure sperm, but inexorably they do progress through the container. Once she understands what’s inevitable Alexa tries to avoid unnecessary suffering, but she can literally only stomach so much before she’s overcome with revulsion and she hesitates. Then, over her protestations the electrocution begins once more. I have to respect her endurance. She doesn’t beg once, and she doesn’t address Salarin as “Master”, which some captives quickly do as they try to ingratiate themselves. I’m sure I broke much more quickly when Riyena first used those terrible needles on my flesh. The closest Alexa comes to giving in is when the last drop is gone, and knowing what must be next she hoarsely croaks, “No… don’t rape me.” “You seem to be stressed now,” Salarin smiles, “so the neurotoxin will certainly activate if I penetrate you. Let’s find out,” and he walks round to Alexa’s rump, slapping her naked hip hard like she’s a beast. I don’t understand his suicidal bravado as he releases his rampant erection from his pants. Does he have some kind of antidote to the toxin? There is no foreplay to lubricate Alexa’s womanhood so she screams again as he forcefully buries himself inside her body. Knotting his fingers in the black curls of her hair he begins to rut into her like an animal, rubbing his free hand over the woman’s bare back appreciatively. “I’m still alive,” Salarin observes. “How quickly does this thing work?” “No, it can’t be. How?” moans Alexa, her eyes streaming tears, and then echoing my own thoughts, “I don’t understand.” Salarin laughs. “Maybe this will help – answer a question: how many days before the Rape Run were you captured, cunt?” She looks confused, but to the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh she gasps, “Four days.” He laughs again. “And what if I told you that you were captured unconscious twenty four days ago?” “No…” says Alexa. “I’d have known…” “We give every incoming cunt a medical inspection, and yours happened to reveal your clever little defense mechanism. The toxin would have been a problem, if we hadn’t had more than enough time to burn off every last cell of your skin in acid, and regrow you in the bacta tank. You were kept in a coma the entire time, so you woke in captivity thinking you’d only just been knocked out, and never realizing you were already entirely safe for use.” “No…” says Alexa, her eyes wide with horror. “I’ve had an entertaining Rape Run watching you strut around thinking you were better than everyone else. The more the woman thinks of herself, the more erotic it is when she finds out she’s a slave. But now the game is done. It’s time for you to learn the true place for a female on Aghara-Penthay.” “No!” she says again, more desperate this time, but he is relentless. “After my men have gang-raped you Alexa Goshenk, your implant will be activated and you will sexually serve your major sponsors. Finally you will become the property of the highest bidder in the auction for you. Currently our own Egregious Klink, although your sexual response is so pleasing there may be other bidders.” “No!” Alexa wails. As if she needed her defeat confirmed, there is a blare of sound and the viewing screen in the sky comes to life. There is a relieved Venda Varansilio waving to the crowd as she boards a shuttle leaving the trading hub orbiting high above us. The Rape Run is finished, and the news blackout with it, so Wagner can reveal behind the scenes tactics and strategies of the Runners to those of us in The Zone. VeeVee played a masterful Run. Everyone forgot that to survive in a galaxy of constant scrutiny from the media a thick skin is required, and to build a business empire like that of the Varansilio family needs some shrewdness. So she played the empty headed bimbo angle to the hilt until she was in The Zone, and then VeeVee combined strategic movements from hiding place to hiding place with taking out any other Runner unlucky enough to cross her path. Soft, airheaded VeeVee. Everyone’s friend. White Queen was telling the truth. Ithya wasn’t the murderer. VeeVee was. To this news, Salarin climaxes with a grunt inside the pussy of the last Rape Runner to be defeated – Alexa Goshenk - the one who came so close to being the survivor. “Help yourself boys,” he says to the dead eyed men who are already closing. “Teach her what it means to be a slave.” “And you, Scar-face?” Alexa gasps to Klink, still undefeated, while the first man releases his penis from his pants and pulls at the pirate’s breasts. “I suppose you’re going to join the line?” “You’re going to long for me to rape you before we begin, Alexa,” he answers coldly. “You’ll be the lowest slave in the galaxy.” Then the next man spears into her, and for a while she can speak no more. 39 - Space Dressed in a standard issue female jumpsuit, I am wearing the most clothing I’ve had for weeks. There’s even the feeling of underwear hugging my pussy, but I know the sense of protection this gives me is entirely illusionary. I am no longer on Aghara-Penthay and my slave tattoo is concealed, but the disguise as a free woman is also false. My implant is in there and functioning normally, so I will obey any command delivered by a man. I have technology in my anus that means the stimulation from there will become unbearable unless one of them puts his penis inside me within a few days. Standing at my side, my sister Tits is also dressed and pretending to be a free citizen, as are the hundred and forty eight surviving women around us who were captured on the Vengeful Goddess. Deception is necessary as we travel into Republic space, and to a high security facility where we will soon have to pass inspection by Republic troops. Slavery is illegal in the Republic. Until we reach our destination we need to maintain a fiction that we are free women, free women who go to a place where no free woman would travel. I witnessed the meeting between Salarin and Klink where the deal was finalized. Every captured Gaianesian except Tits, White Queen and myself has been sold to the same buyer. The discussion took place in the same throne room on Aghara-Penthay where Salarin holds court. Ja-Alixxe knelt nude at his feet. “It will be fifteen days while Alexa serves each of her sponsors,” Salarin said to Klink. “Before taming her, there is time for you to travel to the Republic and manage the handover of the Gaianesian crew.” “Who is their new owner?” Klink asked. “His name is Sour,” Salarin said. “Governor Sour, to use his title. He is one of the galaxy’s richest men, for he runs the Republic penal colony at Cancis Rock.” At this I looked wide eyed at Tits. Gods no… don’t sell our poor women there. Cancis Rock is nearly as notorious as Aghara-Penthay. Another barren world, but with temperatures close to freezing, where Aghara-Penthay is hot. No one would bother with the place except it holds the Republic’s primary source of trimium – a mineral vital to hyperspace travel but only found in small amounts except for on a few vital planets. Almost all the Republic’s trimium comes from Cancis Rock. The next largest source in the universe is Calico. Trimium mining is dangerous, as the mineral is usually found in combination with pockets of explosive gas. Cancis Rock is particularly lethal, as the gas levels are unusually high. No amount of credits will attract volunteers when lifespans are so short, so the Republic established a penal colony of forced labor there three hundred years ago. The prison population used to be diverse, but now as the Republic has grown it houses only sex criminals. All the worst rapists, sexual serial killers and sex traffickers are contained in one inescapable world. Five thousand sex criminals who work the mines. Two hundred male guards. No women. For a while the Republic offered enough credits to make prostitutes willing to endure a stint in the hellhole very wealthy, but with most of the convicts criminally depraved, the death rate among the hookers was higher than that of the prisoners. Once word spread, the males had to make-do alone. “I can see why he can afford so many women,” Klink said, “trimium is essential to the Republic, but it won’t be easy smuggling slaves past the security ring orbiting the planet.” “The implants will be good enough to conceal their true natures,” replied Salarin. “Each woman will be instructed to say she wants to work on Cancis Rock as a prostitute. Imagine that? A whole shipful of Gaianesians who claim they’re betraying their planet’s values because they secretly want to be abused by the worst of men.” Klink smiled. “There is a poetic justice to seeing those bitches reduced to the lowest whores. But what happens if an immigration guard asks a woman to tell the truth? He is a male, and she’ll be compelled to speak.” “The implant doesn’t work like that,” Salarin interrupted dismissively before Klink had finished. “The victim of implantation psychologically identifies a primary owner – the “alpha” owner. They will still obey the commands of other men, but not if they override the alpha. It has to be configured that way, or we’d have slaves getting mental breakdowns every time they were given conflicting orders. The Gaianesians will identify Slavers as alphas, followed by Sour’s people. We will tell them to lie to lesser men, and they will. Once on the surface, as all the guards are involved in the conspiracy the women can show their true status. It’s only passing immigration security that there’s a problem.” “Why does Sour want so many? For his guards? He can’t keep a hundred and fifty to himself.” “Far from it,” Salarin answered. “There are disciplinary problems on Cancis Rock. Riots last year over too many deaths in the mine. And you can’t bribe them to behave - some of the convicts have too much credit to ever spend. There’s only one thing they can’t buy – women. The Gaianesians will be given to them as incentives for good work…” “At least until the killers thin them out,” Klink said uncaring. I blanch at the barbarity of it. Five thousand sex criminals. Two hundred guards. And one hundred and fifty women to please them all. The math makes me feel sick – thinking of the number of men each woman would have to entertain every single day. Correction – one hundred and forty eight surviving. Klink and the Slaver men did not want to risk one of the slaves giving the game away so far into enemy territory, so they devised a test to confirm the implants are working. The hateful chips can even override some natural body responses, so a simple check was to order every woman to lick out the anus of another, while being forbidden to retch. As disgusting as surviving this ritual sounds, it was in the interests of the women to succeed, for those who puked were flushed immediately into space. Both the unsuccessful ones tried to hide by vomiting into their hands. The poor creatures had faulty implants where they were only partially compelled to comply, or their command compulsion didn’t work at all. Two women, women who pleaded and begged, “Please, we’ll be good slaves,” while the rest of us watched shaking with horror as they were forced into the airlock. Salarin had one last instruction for my Master. “Take some of the nanocameras with you and record the whole thing. There might be a time one day we need leverage on our friend Sour, and I want to have evidence. Keep close to him – the more directly he’s implicated, the better.” “It will be my pleasure, Hunter,” he acknowledged with a malevolent grin. “Yes, well, I hope the journey is not too onerous.” “Not at all. This will work out well for me. I’m off to sell my own Gaianesians before Alexa moves home. We can drop the motherlode of women first and then deliver these two.” “In that case there is nothing more but for me to wish you safe travels,” Salarin said. Our flight is in a large Slaver vessel best suited to transport of freight – Sha-Lohdan, with its insignia and weaponry disguised so it resembles any ordinary merchantmen. In the freighter’s docking bay is Klink’s small personal ship – Cunt Catcher – that we will take further later. Tits and I share a large cabin allocated to Klink and Riyena. The rest of the Gaianesians are prisoners in the hold, aimlessly milling around or clutching each other for comfort as they wait for delivery to a fresh hell. I am just as much a slave as I’ve always been, I’m disgraced in the eyes of my homeworld after raping their beloved White Queen with a strap on dildo, and yet I can’t help feel a lifting of my spirits and some rekindling of hope as the freighter shifts into hyperspace. Perhaps it’s leaving behind that hateful world, and facing the prospect of an owner who surely can’t be worse than Klink. I saw the same emotion in Tits’ face as well as we walked through the trading station to board the freighter – a spark that’s been absent for too long. “Hold on, dear sister,” she said to me last night as she massaged my clit into orgasm. Not long.” It was a strange experience passing through the orbiting Hub to board the freighter. At one point a woman in the blue private-slave wrap cut across our path, hooting raucously as two grinning men pursued her. I stared after her, bemused. It was only recently I was a blue slave, looking with pity on the women from Aghara-Penthay. I’d never imagined I’d become one of the pitiable ones myself. Me and my beloved Tits. But I mustn’t use that name. On Sha-Lohdan I’ve learned that for a while, she is no longer to be Tits. “I don’t want you calling yourselves Tits and Boobs through the security checks,” Klink told us. “It will attract attention. You…” (He said to my sister) “will lie, and say your name is Gara. And you…” (He said to me) “will pretend your name is Lara.” Ignoring Riyena’s smirk, I made eye contact with Tits and she looked questioningly at me. She felt it too – something resonating in my memory for an instant, but already gone. A truth erased by implant and out of reach. No matter. My name is Boobs. A scar where my name was burnt onto my flank proves it forever, but under orders I will even lie about that. That is the nature of slavery. 40 - Sour “Form up for inspection, slaves!” barks a senior member of the guards with the manner of a drill sergeant. Most of the Gaianesians have done military service, so women instinctively shuffle into neat lines, leaving the space of an outstretched arm from person to person. One hundred and forty eight women – thirty seven times four. Klink’s personal slaves are the only three females on the planet of Cancis Rock exempted from participation, and we stand at the edges of the vast space alongside our owner, watching. So that we don’t feel superior to our fellows we have been ordered once more into the humiliating red wraps of Slaver women. Most of the guards who are not on duty have come to greet the new arrivals, and a considerable all-male crowd look eagerly at us, especially we-three who are the most revealingly attired. But we’re not the three revealing most for long, for although in space the Gaianesians needed jumpsuits to maintain the fiction of free will, here on the surface there will be no modesty. With obvious pleasure the drill sergeant calls to them, “Strip to your underwear!” Cancis Rock is barren like Aghara-Penthay, and both are terrible places to be female, but the similarities end there. This world is far from its sun, and even in the middle of the day there is only a half-light from the dirty skylights high above us. It rains almost constantly on the surface, and biting winds make it perpetually cold. Sentient life survives almost permanently underground, dwelling in the prison complexes and the mines. These are brutal industrial structures of grey concrete, pipes, steel and rock, and after only a short time I already miss plants, color or artwork that give a place some warmth. The implanted Gaianesians disrobe in a large space like a hanger, standing only in their regulation white panties and vests. Guards move among them collecting the jumpsuits for disposal, whispering lewd comments to the most desirable and groping one or two. It’s cool in here, and I wish I was permitted more clothing. The chill has kept my nipples erect since we landed here, meaning my breasts are attracting even more attention than usual. I keep stealing curious glances at Riyena, for she appears as I’ve never seen her before. With there being shapeshifters among the male prisoners, the prison authorities were obliged to take measures to avoid escape attempts by changing identity. Thus the entire habitable complex is blanketed with an EM field which suppresses shapeshifter nerve activity, meaning that those like Riyena are forced to remain in their true form. So the woman who has caused us so much suffering, I see in her real shape for the first time. Her species are entirely hairless, with a green tinted skin patterned like scales and only vestigial ears, giving her a slightly reptilian appearance. Riyena is unnaturally thin and has a bald head, but remains feminine in spite of that. The unchangeable shape of her hips and her skull are as womanly as they were in her Harken guise, and her breasts are round, with nipples that protrude like mine. For some reason I’d always assumed we were similar in age, but from the signs of ageing skin I’d put her years closer to forty in the galactic reckoning. She has a strong resolute expression, except when my Master glances her way and then she lowers her eyes. “Ladies!” bellows the drill sergeant. “Stand to attention to welcome your owner – Governor Sour of the Cancis Rock prison facility.” Every single implanted women including me stands tall, and looks to the man whose word is now life and death. I can tell immediately that Governor Sour is not a man to mess with. He has the same manner as Salarin – that of someone with little empathy – a man who doesn’t shrink from making brutal choices. Sour is in his fifties but with a full head of grey hair. He has a weathered face with a hooked nose and a hard expression. Taking his place on a podium, he looks imperiously down on those who are his possessions. “Ladies,” he says in a strong, authoritative voice. “Welcome to Cancis Rock. You will spend the rest of your lives here, as my property. My orders are that you willingly serve as sex slaves to the male population. You will have no limits and submit to every request, no matter how degrading.” I feel tears welling in my eyes as Sour condemns every woman. These females are implanted. Of course they will willingly serve as sex slaves. They will submit to every request. They have no choice. “You will not attempt to escape, nor to communicate from the surface of the world to appeal for help. All that matters to you is pleasing men.” “The most beautiful of you are lucky. Shortly I will inspect you and choose the most desirable female of all to be my personal slave. The guards will chose the next ten to remain in their private brothel. The remaining women, those whom we consider less attractive, will serve five thousand of the Republic’s most depraved sex criminals, beginning your work this very night as you fight for our entertainment over the rape pit. Are there any questions?” Of course no one says a word. Sour’s words chill them like they do me. Gods help them, some of these poor women are already shaking with fear. But the smartest ones – the survivors, have understood the score, and realized that whatever the “rape pit” is it can’t be good. With the high chance of sexual violence from the inmates their best chance of a bearable life is to be one of the chosen eleven. I see girls pinching their cheeks to create a healthier glow; some adjust their breasts to make them more prominent in the simple vests, and a few even pull at their nipples so they stand prouder for masculine attention. Sour steps down from the podium and begins moving up and down the lines of Gaianesians. Sometimes he lingers with one female, touching her breast or stroking a cheek. Words are whispered. Service to only one man should be the best option of all, and yet when the Governor closes in, women shrink away from him, like a wave recoiling on a beach. Many of the women are exceptional beauties, but perhaps Sour is dissatisfied, for at the end of the rows I distinctly notice him frown, look the group over, and then resume his selection. He peruses the lines several times, revisiting several girls before making a choice. “This one,” he says loud enough for us all to hear, indicating a long limbed girl. She’s young, and has small breasts and a face with large eyes that make her look underage, but if his taste is actually for the Lolitas he’s mistaken, for I know this creature. She was a junior medical officer and is older than she appears. “Please! No Master! Let me go!” pleads the woman, shaking her head and looking round helplessly for aid that isn’t going to come. Unlike some of the Gaianesian prisoners her markings are fully purple. She must have been used frequently back on Aghara-Penthay. “Have her chained in my bedchamber,” the governor commands one of his guards, who grins at the prospect of manhandling the girl. “But only fix that chain to one of her ankles. Leave the rest of her limbs free. I like giving them a bit of room to fight. And something to begin taming her – a whip, or a goad maybe?” “Sir…” his man acknowledges without judgement or disapproval in his face. “Please, no! Not me!” the young woman is desperately appealing to the crowd, but all the guard has to do is order, “Follow me, cunt,” and her legs begin propelling her towards her inevitable rape. Members of the prison guards chose their ten next, taking even longer over moving up and down the lines and pulling women from the formation. I do not entirely understand their selections. While there is a preference for the younger women with pretty faces and more feminine curves, some of those I consider most attractive are left behind. Hoola is one of those rejected to remain in the lines. Her eyes are wide and her body is rigid with fear as she contemplates what this failure means. While the remainders look at each other uncertainly, Governor Sour makes his way towards our group. With a hard look on his face he stands right in front of my Master Klink. They’re almost the same height. “Aghara-Penthay were paid for one hundred and fifty Gaianesians. There are one hundred and forty eight here.” Klink shrugs. “We had to destroy two units on our way here. Their implants were defective.” Sour shakes his head. “I note you have two Gaianesian women with you, and propose a more likely explanation. You removed two of the most prize specimens for your own enjoyment, and fabricated the story of defective implants.” Klink bristles at this accusation, flexing his arms. “Are you saying I cheated you?” he demands, and then aware that he’s on a Republic facility surrounded by armed guards tries to control his temper. “These two were captured separately to the main group. They are my personal property. Aghara-Penthay can provide all the documentation to prove their history and my ownership.” “Nonetheless,” presses Sour, “I contracted for one hundred and fifty Gaianesian women. The best thing is for you to hand over yours, and have Salarin compensate you for their loss.” “Not a chance.” “Then we have a problem.” Klink folds his arms and the two men square up against each other like children preparing for a playground fight. Tits and I look in despair at each other. Things were improving. We were about to be sold as Harken breeders. If we end up as sex slaves to criminals on this rock we’re as good as dead. Sour breaks the deadlock first. “Are you familiar with women fighting over rape pits?” he asks. “We have a similar sport on Aghara-Penthay,” my Master answers stiffly. “Then I suggest a compromise. Your Gaianesian women form a team of two, and fight two women drawn from my stock. If your twins lose, they join the prison whores – assuming they survive falling in the pit. If your team wins, you may leave with your two girls and I settle for one hundred and forty eight.” “That offer seems all in your favor,” says Klink. “I suggest an alternative. We’ll compete, but if my team win I get to keep your two.” I stare at my Master in wide eyed anguish. Tits and I, forced to fight our fellow women? Please no… And what nightmare is a “rape pit”? “You are in breach of contract,” insists Sour. “Only one female from my stock if your team wins.” “And what if I disagree?” asks Klink. “Then you will be detained as a pirate from Aghara-Penthay, and join the prisoners without trial.” Klink has no choice, but he still rubs his chin considering. “Seeing the women fight would be entertaining,” he concedes, “but I propose one last amendment. My Riyena will act as the referee, driving them together. I have the most to lose, so we deserve that small advantage.” No! No! I plead with my eyes, too afraid to speak. Don’t do this to us, Master. But Sour says, “That seems acceptable. We have a deal,” and the two men shake hands. 41 - Fight On the platform I’m trembling uncontrollably. For now I know what a rape pit is, I know that if Tits and I lose we’re probably dead. The platform where we stand is circular, cut from raw stone and about ten yards in diameter. We reached its flat top by a retractable bridge, and with the means of escape now removed we’re surrounded in every direction by a twelve-foot drop into the pit. Prison is a brutal place, and prisoners enjoy cruel sports. When there were no women on Cancis Rock, inmates would be made to fight on this platform, and those who fell or were forced from the precarious heights would be met by vicious carnivores in the depths below. Now predators of a different kind await. There must be a hundred men down there. Denied contact with women for so long they’re baying insanely for our bodies. Most of them are already hard in anticipation of the rapes to come. And those who enjoy female suffering are not just waiting below. I see merciless, cruel men everywhere I look, all bulging muscle and tattoos and grizzled faces. The excitement has proved too much for some, and several times we’ve had to dodge gobs of semen thrown at us by those lurking in the depths. The space around the pit is tiered with seats like an arena. Here sit the rest of the population of Cancis Rock. Over five thousand men screaming and shouting for fear, and blood, and entertainment, and women, and sex. The deafening sound terrifies me. Sour and Klink watch from a box with the best view of the sport. The rest of the women are also obliged to watch, caged in a fenced-off section of the seating. Locked inside they’re safe from the inmates, but men leer through the chain-link and abuse is not the only thing being thrown at them either. I don’t think anything can calm such a savage crowd, so the demonstration of authority when Sour stands and the din recedes immediately intimidates us in a different way. “Residents of Cancis Rock,” he says. “Please welcome our new citizens – these Gaianesian women who have seen the error of their culture and decided to make recompense by serving as prostitutes for you all.” The sound of men is thunderous, but once more Governor Sour gestures and order is restored. “Some of our new females have the honor of providing special entertainment for you this evening – fighting to evade the rape pit. You will all know how it works already, but for our new females the rules are simple. The first two women into the pit suffer the consequences from the men below. Whoever is left on the platform will be permitted back across the bridge.” As the volume increases I look uncertainly around the circle. The rules might be simple, but fighting will not be. It is going to be brutal, and hellish. All four of us have our hands folded and restrained behind our backs, in a contraption like a straightjacket. We are left to battle using only our feet, but there we have been handicapped by fitting us with the most ridiculous boots, made from a black vinyl material which comes up to our thighs and possessing the highest, narrowest heels I’ve ever worn. I’m barely going to be able to keep my balance, let alone kick using the pointed toe. How many blows will it take for the poor losers to be defeated, and how much damage might we sustain purely from kicking? The rest of our bodies have been left naked and exposed. Without the use my hands to protect myself, I’m feeling very aware of the cold air on my breasts and around my holes, and of the consequences for those vulnerable parts of my body if I end up as one of the losers. “I have to survive this,” Tits said to me in a tender voice as we were strapped into our costumes for what might be our last moments together. “I can’t be lost, not when we’re so close. I’m sorry. Even if that means sacrificing you, my beloved sister.” I wanted to ask what she meant – so close to what? To the Harkens? But then she pressed herself against me, bare breasts to bare breasts, and she kissed me softly on the lips, and all that was left was desire. “I love you,” I told her. Riyena is the only one on the platform dressed. She’s in a costume like one of the flight suits, only it’s much tighter around her body and is made of a shiny black material. It’s sexy - revealing of her figure, and yet covering almost all of her. It zips up to her neck, and makes her legs look long and elegant. Only her hairless reptile-like head is left bare. Riyena is in boots as well, only hers are knee-high and lack the precarious stiletto heel. She has one other accessory - the whip. A thick flexible strand, long enough to reach anywhere on the platform, cracking white with energy. Anywhere it touches the skin it leaves a sore red stripe that flames like a burn. I know this for she’s already tested it across my buttocks. When she looks up towards my Master I scowl at her. I hate her, as much as I hate Klink. But the implant compels me to serve them, protect them, even desire them if I’m ordered to do so. “Remember Ry, you’re only to use the whip to drive the fighters together and keep them on their feet, not force them over the edge,” Klink cautioned his favorite as we prepared backstage. “It’s all about putting on a good show, so don’t let it end too fast or be too biased towards our girls, and Sour will be satisfied. But make sure we win if you can.” “Yes, Master,” Riyena answered, looking at us maliciously. She’s going to enjoy this. The four participants will not enjoy it. When we can only wound with the points of our boots and the sharp heels, only force a woman from the platform with a shoulder charge, this fight is going to be long and painful. “I’ve made you two keep fit, whereas the other Gaianesians have been waiting in the pens,” Klink then counselled Tits and I as our pre-match pep-talk. “You have the advantage of stamina, so take your time, and don’t take any risks. Fight as hard as you can, let them wear themselves out, and with luck we’ll be on our way to Harka-Ringworld in the morning.” “Yes, Master,” we said in unison. Up on the platform Governor Sour echoes Klink’s words: “Slaves… When I say, fight as hard as you can, and show no mercy.” Then my racing heart almost bursts from my chest as he says, “Begin!” and Sour makes a cutting gesture with his hand. The crowd roars – support for those women they want to see win, and abuse for those they wish to see raped. Neither of the men really needs to compel me to fight for my life. Two women stand between me and the comparatively better existence of a Harken breeder, and I’ll take any steps necessary to protect my sister. It’s a pity that one of those selected as my enemy has to be Hoola, but her lush breasts which I once kissed are now strategically vulnerable targets, and the soft pussy into which I sank my tongue is the perfect place for a kick. The other girl is an exotic look creature with almond eyes, olive skin and midnight black hair held back in a long ponytail. I do not know her name, but gather she was one of the security detail on the Vengeful Goddess. In that case she will be able to take care of herself, and will have some experience of hand to hand fighting, probably with active service. It is unlikely she will have fought naked using only her feet, but I predict she will be the greater threat. It is almost over for me before it begins. Almond-eyes charges at me instantly, and as I side-step my ankle turns on the high heel. I go down heavily onto the platform’s dusty surface, unable to break my fall with my hands, crashing on my front so close to the edge it feels like my heart stops with fear. The crowd roar. “Get her, get the twin with the nice tits!” a man bellows. Almond Eyes and Hoola are on me before I can move. Hoola gives me kick after kick in my side and my branded buttock, trying to force me into taking the only direction which evades the pain - rolling off over the edge and into the drop. Her pointed toe catches me right in the ribcage, just above my breast. A crack and a flare of white hot pain worse than the whip tells me she’s probably broken a bone. Paralyzed with agony, I crane my neck to my sister to see her barreling towards up, a fearsome expression on her face. But Tits skids to a halt when I feel a stabbing sensation from behind me and one of Almond-Eyes’ heels shoves its way right in the vulnerable cleft between my buttocks. “Any closer and she gets a second asshole.” Almond-Eyes’ words are audible even over the cries of the crowd. Tits has frozen, but before the two women can press their advantage to victory Almond-Eyes gives a scream. The whip whistles across just above me, and our opponents are forced back to the far side of the platform. I’m free to move. This intervention by Riyena is not a kindness to me. I recall Klink’s words, “Don’t let it end too fast.” For once the implant is on my side. Without the order to fight as hard as I can, I don’t think I’d have the willpower to overcome the pain and get back to my feet. Desperately slowly I get first to my knees, and then bring one foot under me to push myself upwards. Once standing I’m even more certain I’m damaged. I can’t breathe in properly without my ribcage flaring with pain, and my left hip is so sore I think she might have bruised the bone there as well. In Hoola’s face I see understanding, sympathy even, but also determination. She will not relent or show mercy. Her implant is working too. “Fight!” says Riyena, and we close again. For several minutes the battle is roughly even. We all get in near enough to trade kicks, all of us aiming for defenseless shins and knees that might weaken a girl’s balance, so that she can then be driven by a charge over into the abyss and the hell waiting below. I sustain further harm, including a kick from Almond-Eyes to my right kneecap after which I’m bent forward and limping. But I also dish some damage out. One kick of mine gets Hoola right in the pussy. She crumples to her knees near the precipice and my hopes surge before it is my turn to be driven away with the whip. Tits is the least injured from our team, so I keep close to her and follow her lead. She seems to be using a strategy of keeping her back to Riyena, as though the shapeshifter will protect us with the whip. I consider this plan to be flawed as we’re struck several times across our backs, adding additional stripes to the ones already across my buttocks. All the same Tits sticks to her guns, continuing to move position when Riyena does, facing our opponents and with her vulnerable back to the sadist. That’s why the accident happens. Almond-Eyes charges my sister, her torso low, so her weight comes at us at the height of the pelvis and a strike is meant to overbalance. Tits retreats instinctively and at speed, trying to avoid being knocked over, and she backs hard into Riyena. The shapeshifter hadn’t been expecting any risk to her own person, and the impact occurs with her standing dangerously near the edge of the circle, and before we know it Riyena has stepped backwards into the empty air and falls, seemingly in slow motion, into the pit. For a moment all four of us pause, stunned by what’s just happened. By the time awareness returns, sex-mad men below are already on the sadist. I can’t see Riyena for the scrum of so many male bodies but I can hear her – pitiful high pitched screams louder than the roar of pleasure from the crowd. Instinct from my implant is to try and save her and Tits also looks uncertain, but from up here there’s nothing we can do. My orders were to fight. “Master!” I hear her desperately cry. Klink and Soar are the only ones with a chance of intervention and I’m expecting the Governor to rush in his troops, but the two men are laughing heartily as though they’re lifelong buddies. When I understand they’re not going to help, I detest my Master even more. So casually he abandons the woman who served him loyally and completely for many years. He has Alexa waiting back home, a new plaything. Riyena can be discarded. My implant is not relenting, and I return my attention to the fight. We eye up our remaining opponents cautiously. All of us are recalculating. Two in the pit, Soar said. The rules were simple. Only one more needs to be sacrificed and that somehow makes the imperative to not be her even more desperate. Again fierce-eyed women close on each other. We’re getting tired, and all of us are breathing heavily and coated in a gloss of sweat. With my broken rib it’s particularly hard to exert myself. Unable to evade her, Almond-Eyes almost catches me once again, but she has an injured knee too and when it gives way it is her turn to go face down on her belly, rump up into the air. She’s almost in the center, so there’s no possibility of kicking her to the edge of the circle, but I have my idea. I throw myself onto Almond-Eyes’ back as though I’m going for a wrestling pin, ignoring the terrible pain this causes in my broken chest. Hoola and Tits watch with incomprehension. Before any of them can consider what I might do, I’ve seized the ponytail of Almond-Eyes hair between my jaws and I’m pulling back down her body. Without the use of my hands the buildup of pressure on her skull is terribly slow and Almond-Eyes fights desperately once she understands the danger. But it’s too late. She emits a low, almost orgasmic groan, and her body goes limp underneath me. I almost sigh with relief. By the time she’s free of the hypnotic stupor of The Reflex, it will all be over. I get back to my feet to see Hoola backing away warily. We have her outnumbered, and Tits is closing confidently for the kill. Quickly I say to the frizzy brunette, “Help us… it doesn’t have to be you.” Tits looks at Hoola. Hoola looks at me. She nods. So I’m not proud of how it ends. I’ve always detested bullying in any form, but if one of us has to go – well then, Hoola was my lover and I care for her still. So a team of three girls end up mobbing one girl, one poor almond-eyed girl who gets to her feet so drugged she barely understands where she is, and then it takes the least of nudges and prods to drive her over the edge into the doom waiting beneath. It couldn’t have been a more complete victory for us. Tits and I are both safe, and added to our numbers departing Cancis Rock will be Hoola. Of all the women captured from Vengeful Goddess she was closest to me, and would have been the one I’d have chosen to save. But I do not send another woman to mass rape lightly, so unable to escape the sounds of Almond-Eyes screams from in the pit I weep like a child, more from remorse than from my wounded body. Tits and Hoola are looking to the box, uncertainly. All compulsion to fight is gone from us. The crowd are booing, hate coming at us from all directions. They’ve made it clear Tits and I were the prettiest, and therefore they’d rather the two of us were being raped to death in the pits below. The Governor also looks pissed, but Soar cannot be weak enough to go back on his own rules, so he gives the sign to extend the bridge and we limp back across to safety. Tits has blood seeping down her leg, wounded by a kick from another woman. I’m fighting to breathe. I’m led limping up to my Master’s box in time to overhear a rapid consultation between Klink, Sour, and one of the high ranking guards. “The Teeth is not happy,” says the guard. He is a big, imposing man, but he looks anxious. “He wants the use of the twins. He says they’re the pick of the bunch.” “The Teeth?” asks Klink, baffled. “Kind of a head prisoner,” explains Sour. “He runs the data network. If he doesn’t get his way he’ll spike the network, and there will be a riot.” My Master looks Tits and I over. Bruised, bleeding women, ruined versions of the Gaianesians we once were. I remember his words – I am nothing more than an object. “If it’s just a matter of a couple of hours fucking them, let him do it and we’ll be on our way.” “It’s not that simple,” admits Sour. “The Teeth has a history of damaging women. He chews on their breasts. That’s how he got his name.” We were supposed to be on our way to the Harkens soon, but instead once more I’m sinking into dread and despair. Oh Gods, please, no! Klink laughs with familiar cruelly as Tits and I edge protectively closer. “Paste will probably fix that. And there’s nothing in the contract from their new owners about their hooters being perfect anyway. As long as he doesn’t ugly their faces so much that no-one wants to use them to pump out babies that’s fine.” Soar laughs as well, and he claps Klink around the shoulder. “Let’s have a drink while we wait for the girls,” he says. “This has been a very satisfactory deal.” “Most definitely,” says Klink, and he eyes the bleeding Hoola up and down. “So you’re mine now? Come over here and let’s get acquainted.” “Yes, Master,” she says, and hobbles forward to her new owner. I can still hear the animal sounds of the males from within the pit, but the women who lost have fallen silent. If Riyena and Almond-Eyes are no longer alive, perhaps it is a mercy. 42 - Teeth “During the galactic years 4335-4441,” the man says, “The largest city on Ilushin One was troubled by attacks from a serial rapist.” “This man favored as his victims young attractive women, who were slim, but with large breasts. Women like the two of you. Each was stalked for days until he’d learned her routines and vulnerabilities, and then he’d drug them with a chemical that produced results much like an implant, rendering the women suggestible and compliant to his commands.” “Under his orders they followed him to hotels, where he always forced them to pay for the rooms so there was no trail back to himself. Once upstairs they were ordered to undress and then he restrained and gagged his victims, making them pose in their shackles for demeaning bondage images and videos. Seeing the women thus shamed, as you are shamed now, would arouse him intensely.” He pauses to caress my naked side, touching the scar where my name “Boobs” was burned into me. The speaker is as aroused as the man in his story, and his erection bulges painfully in his pants. He’s a small silver haired man, but his penis looks gigantic. His voice is gentle, and I would think his face kindly if I didn’t know better. The elderly man teases my nipple, and I instinctively tense, trying to evade his fingers. Of course I fail, for I’ve been rendered helpless. With my arms still behind me in the leather sleeve and my legs in these high boots, it was an easy matter to lash my ankles together and pull them back to my buttocks, stretching me in a painful hogtie. With most of my body naked and exposed, I feel utterly vulnerable. It’s also incredibly painful on my damaged knee, which is bent right backwards. My broken rib feels like it’s piercing into my lung. I lie on my side, facing Tits who is in a similar predicament. Her mouth is stretched wide to accommodate the ball gag. Her eyes look frightened. This is the first time we’ve been gagged since I was in the Palace of Roses. Implants render gags unnecessary – the slave simply has to be ordered to silence. I’ve forgotten how much I hated it. “Once the man’s penis became hard the real fun could begin,” the speaker continues. “His taste, and taste was literally the word, was for biting the breasts of his helpless captives and then raping them. Unfortunately for these women the man was of one of the many species who resemble humans but are not – the Kachyn. One of the differences between the two lifeforms is that Kachyn saliva contains an enzyme harmful to the healing bacta. So when this man used his teeth, unless the breast was removed entirely and regrown, the victim could not erase the marks and had to live forever with a scar from his bite.” “A further difference between the species is that Kachyn women produces a more waxy vaginal secretion than humans. In order for the male’s sperm to function this wax must be broken down. The skin of an aroused male’s penis oozes a caustic secretion which does this. It is harmless to Kachyn women, but he discovered it was intensely painful to the vaginas of other women – humans for example. He has never raped a Gaianesian but he predicts the effect will probably be similar.” He rolls Tits onto her back and she begins to squirm, and she moan desperately. The arched hogtie pushes her hips obscenely up towards him. Her thigh is still bleeding from the fight – a kick from the tip of someone’s boot. I moan as well, trying to attract back his attention. Although this man terrifies me, my love for Tits overrides fear. I want him to use me and spare her. “Shush, pretty,” he soothes me with stroke of his hand at the intimate place between my legs. “He has plenty for both.” He suddenly pulls my sister’s hair and her eyes roll back and she goes limp. Her sex, plainly on view to me, glistens with arousal. The Teeth rubs a finger between the lips of her pussy, anointing the tip, and he looks at it curiously before resuming his story. “The man was a genius with data technology. He made preparations with each victim and planted erotic imagery of bondage and torture onto their personal networks, so if he was caught he could claim the women were aroused by the situation and had consented.” “He also threatened them with distributing his recordings. This strategy worked for a while. Most were too ashamed after they had been raped to contact the authorities, but eventually a woman was brave enough to inform Republic security. Five others made themselves known. The media christened him ‘The Teeth’” As the man speaks I can’t keep from glancing at his mouth. It chills me more than the perpetual cold on this world. The flashes of teeth I see don’t reveal ivory like a human or Gaianesian, but sharp triangular points. Gods, this is going to hurt… “His own cleverness caught him out. Only a handful of men had the skills to plant the images. And only one was Kachyn. He was arrested and his bite marks matched those on the victims. Another thirty four women came forward once he was in custody.” “The man was sentenced to life on Cancis Rock, but his skills were too valuable for the mine and he was left to run the data networks. He became wealthy.” He most certainly did become wealthy. The chamber we’re in hardly feels like cell. It’s almost as luxuriously furnished as Klink’s apartment. In this room the Teeth nudges Tits’ thighs apart, and he moves into place between them. With only moments to save her I’m moaning louder, squirming in my bonds to try and intervene in some way. But I barely shift an inch. “Occasionally the Governor would pay a prostitute to go with him, but they were always desperate, older, unattractive women. He never thought he’d find a perfect beauty, like his former victims. Until the day there came two of them. Two immaculate twins.” The small, grey haired man pauses. “He tasted the first.” And leaning forward he sinks his teeth into the defenseless soft flesh of my sister’s breast. Tits screams, a heartbreaking cry of pain even through her Reflex, and she stiffens, pushing her back into a steeper arch. He bites her a second time. Then once on the other breast. He shakes his head vigorously when he has her, like an animal gnawing prey. Each time Tits screams. Each time when he releases his jaws another mark mars her perfection – the dark red oval where his teeth have pierced her. The man inflicts seven bites before he’s ready to penetrate her in a more intimate way. His penis is a strange pale grey color and it glistens, as though it’s a long dead specimen removed from a sample jar. Tits seems okay for the first few seconds when he’s inside her, and I dare to hope The Reflex spares us the pain. But then her eyes widen and she begins to struggle. Instead of letting her retreat, he holds her closer against him, using her hips to prop them together, and she begins to scream again. The Teeth barely moves for the next minute, but my sister’s cries build in intensity until she’s howling insanely through her gag. Abruptly he withdraws, and Tits slumps instantly. She looks as though she’s unconscious. Her breasts are a mess of bleeding sores. Turning, he shuffles on his knees across the mattress towards me. His cock, red with my sister’s blood, is rigidly hard. It comes for me like it’s a sightless worm searching by scent. A few minutes ago I’d wanted him to pay attention to me instead of her, but now I have my wish I can barely think from fear. It’s been a while since I’ve wet myself from sheer fright, but my bladder releases and a warm stream of liquid runs down over my thigh and my hip to soak into his bed. I whimper as the man rolls me onto my back. The pain from my wounded rib intensifies and I gasp for breath. I try to plead, “The Reflex! Please don’t fuck me when I’m dry,” but only manage to emit muffled murmurs. The Teeth looms over me, and his head goes to my right breast. I writhe as much as I can with my injuries, mad with panic. No! No! Here it comes, here it comes. “It screams when he bites it, like the other,” is the last thing he says before his lips are on me. He suckles me like he’s a baby for a moment, and my nipple swells eagerly in his mouth. Then the jaws clamp down on me and I do scream. Merciful Gods it hurts! It’s worse the second time, because I know how bad it’s going to be and anticipate it. The residual suffering from the fight is swamped by this new pain In spite of my injured rib and knee I go rigid in the hogtie, as though I’m trying to fold myself. He gives me one bite to each nipple, and then several around it, like petals to the center of a flower. I receive four on each breast, where Tits only had four and three. I wanted him to use me and spare her, and yet I hate her for a moment for having it easier than I do. The pain in my chest has barely receded from its peak when I feel the head of him pressing at my core. “The Reflex!” I weep, but he rams into me anyway, and I’m only spared the worst of the tearing because he’s already lubricated by Tits’ fluids. Then he’s inside me, and rhythmically I am humped. The rape is a bit like a spicy meal. At first I only feel stretched, like getting fucked by any well-endowed male. But then the burn begins. It’s as though his cock is hot, deep inside me but I feel it most at the sensitive lips where there are more nerve endings. It’s hot, then unpleasantly hot, then uncomfortable, then painful, then really painful, and then unbearable agony. I’m not sure if I’m screaming or not when all I can think of is bucking my pelvis round, trying to pull away from the source of such suffering. It feels as though someone has heated a poker to red heat and forced it inside my opening. Someone please kill me, I’m praying. Anything that spares me another second of this torture. But no. Yet again Boobs’ thoughts and feelings matter nothing. It is me who he chooses to climax inside. I do not feel his release – there is nothing but the white hot sun between my legs and my own pain to consider. But he stops moving. When he withdraws the pain barely seems to abate and I howl continuously, unable to think that I’ve survived Cancis Rock and I’m about to be shipped to the Harkens, and my time with Klink is almost finished. 43 - Reckoning The mood is somber aboard Cunt Catcher, the spaceship of Slaver bounty hunter Egregious Klink. I never felt any goodwill towards Riyena, but I don’t wish any woman to end her life suffering such severe sexual violence that not even a healing tank can save her. Even Klink is a little quiet as he thinks over his lost slave. We feel remorse, and survivor guilt towards the other one hundred and forty seven women left behind on the planet’s surface. Their sexual slavery will be worse than what is now ahead for us. Hoola is to be offered to the Harkens with Tits and myself. No doubt they will accept her. Then Klink will take Cunt Catcher back to Aghara-Penthay and begin enjoying the service of failed Rape Runner Alexa Goshenk. Klink’s ship is small, built for speed and maneuverability rather than out-and-out weapon power like the larger cruisers. Behind the flight deck is one cabin. There is a small galley and washroom. A hold contains rations, weapons, and the items of slavery such as binders and goads. A cage, large enough for several women to stand in, is bolted to the floor. Two hours out from Cancis Rock, one of these goads rests on a control panel in the flight deck, level with my eye line. Klink has been using it to torment Hoola, the new plaything. As soon as we’d passed the prison security control, disguised once again as free women, he set the ship to auto-pilot, ordered us all to strip and he raped her. Even though she’s bruised from the fight I gather he found her satisfactory. Tits and I are ignored. We would deter many libidos, the state we’re in. The sores on my breasts haven’t stopped oozing blood. I have a bruise on my ribcage that’s already turning purple where my rib is damaged. My knee is swollen and I can barely stand. My vagina feels like it’s on fire. Tit’s condition is little better. But we left that hateful place, boarding Klink’s ship just as a huddle of weeping Gaianesians passed us being herded towards the prison blocks. “Time to start earning your keep, ladies,” the guard was telling them. We took off into the night with Governor Sour and all his guards unaware that Klink was carrying a new trump card. A data stick with a recording of everything from the moment of our arrival to the moment we left. Enough to ruin Sour, if Salarin decides to release it. Three hours away from Cancis Rock, after Hoola’s rape and with me barely able to stand, Tits was ordered to the galley to prepare celebratory meals for four. Hoola’s orders were to sexually stimulate me. From my knees I stare out the front viewing port of the flight deck into the hyperspace tunnel of light, while Hoola’s rhythmic fingering of my clitoris soothes my injured groin. It takes a while to awaken me, as my bleeding nipples are too sore to allow the rest of my body any pleasure. We are kneeling on the hard floor facing one another while Klink sits in a chair beside us, programing the ship’s controls. I happen to be positioned with the doorway into the rest of Cunt Catcher out of my view, so it is only the change in Hoola’s expression that reveals something is wrong. Her eyes widen – some emotion between uncertainty and fear – and her fingers leave me as she gets to her feet. The detonation of the blaster makes my ears ring, and my eyes burn with the afterimage of the bright light. The force of the impact throws Hoola against control panel, knocking the nearby goad aside, and she slumps limp to the floor. I see a red mark on her naked chest but no blackened burn of a blast set to kill. She’s been stunned. Instinctively I turn at the same time as Klink to see the source, and look up in utter incomprehension at my own sister. She holds a heavy duty blaster in her arms. The weapon points right at me. “I’m sorry, Lara,” she says determinedly. “This is for your protection as well as mine.” And she fires again. I barely feel it when I’m slammed back against the hull. The stunning makes the body entirely numb, a total loss of sensation which renders the victim immobile for several minutes. Thus I’m left lying inert on my side, right beside the goad, unable to do anything but listen to the conversation which unfolds as follows: “Well… Gara… Not so docile after all,” says Klink. “I should have guessed. It seemed suspiciously convenient, what happened to Riyena. I suppose that was deliberate, yes? I’d begun to wonder if your implant was defective.” “Pushing her into that pit gave me almost as much satisfaction as this will,” Tits replies, and she turns the dial on the blaster from stun to kill. I’ve never heard her speak with such force in her tone as that before. She’s inexorably cold. Beautiful. Naked. A vengeful goddess if ever I saw one. “Killing me won’t bring closure,” Klink says unconcerned. “You’ll never forget all those times I raped you. I’m still the victor. How ashamed you must have felt, following my orders for day after long day when there was no real compulsion to obey at all. By willingly serving me, you’ve betrayed the principles of Gaianesia more than your poor robot of a sister.” “No, killing you might not help me,” says Tits with a shrug, “but I’m willing to try.” “But why now?” presses Klink. “You could have escaped as soon as we took off from the Hub, and saved yourself all the suffering on Cancis Rock.” “I had to have those recordings,” Tits answers unfalteringly with a nod towards the data stick. “Can you imagine the scandal there’s going to be in the galactic media when it sees evidence the Republic paid for Gaianesian women to serve as sex slaves on its prison planet? In reparation, they’ll probably have to take our side against the Harkens. This will change the war.” “Ah.” Klink says. He seems almost disinterested. “If I could I’d let you live,” says Tits, getting angrier at his lack of response. “I’d take my time and blow you apart one joint at a time. I’d torture you as you’ve tortured me. But as soon as Lara and Hoola can move, we both know they’ll answer your commands and turn on me. There’s no time to enjoy it. You have to be dead before the stun wears off.” “You’d better get on with it then,” says Klink. “But step good and close. Have the guts to look right into my face when you shoot.” It seems she’s under no compulsion to follow orders, but Tits steps nearer to him anyway. I listen motionless, but inside my mind I’m going frantic. The urge to place myself between her and the Master - so she would shoot me rather than him, is everything to me. But I cannot move an inch. Just in front of my face is the goad, still lying where it fell. Everything happens quickly. “See you in hell,” says Tits, and she squeezes the trigger, but there’s only an empty click from the blaster. Klink is already moving, swinging his huge arm in an almighty blow to the side of her head that puts her flat back on the floor. Then he’s on her, pinning her to the deck with his massive weight as Tits struggles underneath him. “Smart weapon, dumb bitch,” he growls. “Can’t fire on its owner.” Tits is fighting, trying to scratch him, but he strikes her forehead hard with the flat of his palm. Her skull slams back hard into the deck. Tit’s eyelids flutter and she groans, semi-conscious. “I’m going to enjoy this,” Klink says, and his hands go for his pants. “With the implant, you sometimes lose the satisfaction of raping a woman who’s truly resisting. But no implant for you, no Reflex, nothing to make it easy this time. Fight me, cunt! Fight me and lose.” It’s only been an hour since he took Hoola but Klink is hard again. He frees himself and spears into my sister’s body as she tries futilely to push him away. Not far across the floor the numbness in me has turned to a sensation of pins and needles. I’m able to twitch one of my elbows. Hoola is also beginning to stir. “Boobs,” Klink calls across to me, “as soon as you can move grab the goad, and torture your sister. You’re doing it to save me, so keep going until I tell you to stop.” Hurting Tits is the last thing I want to do, but orders are orders and I must protect the Master. Meanwhile, raping Tits must be pleasurable for Egregious Klink. He grunts “Uh! Uh! Uh!” as he pounds his cock into my sister. While the violation goes on, I try to command the muscles in my shoulder, and see my upper arm shift by a couple of inches. “No!” Tits says desperately, as she sees me move and faces the imminent failure of her rebellion. “Know what, Gara? I might keep you after all,” my Master says as he stiffens and orgasms into his slave. Meanwhile I try to reach for the goad, the imperative of his order “As soon as you can move grab the goad” compelling me to action. Any moment now I’ll be ready and able to obey. Tits wails, panic stricken. I’m so driven to aid my Master that I shift position, but with my arm still lifeless as a log, my hands are numb, and instead of taking hold of the goad I accidentally send it skittering across the floor of the flight deck. Right into my sister’s outstretched hand. “I bet this isn’t smart!” she says viciously as she seizes the goad, and managing to turn the dial to maximum at the same time as moving the weapon towards him, she slams the baton against him. Tits activates the goad and Klink gives an inhuman scream. His rigid body spasms as though he’s having a fit. Somehow she manages to roll him off her, and in spite of her injuries Tits moves fast and gracefully straight into a crouch. The Master is limp and seems to be unconscious. Hoola and I are inching towards him like caterpillars as we instinctively try to save him. All that matters is Klink. But Tits has other ideas. “Sorry again sisters,” she says, and with the blaster back on stun Hoola and I both receive a second numbing dose. “As soon as he’s dead and there are only women on the ship, I’ll let you be.” Rendered inert once more, I watch her stand there, looming over Klink still holding the heavy blaster, not aiming the tip but reversed so the butt points outwards. “Smart weapon or not, this still has its uses,” Tits says. And naked but victorious, she slams the butt of the blaster with tremendous force over and over into the skull of Egregious Klink. The crunch of splintering bone and squishing brain is nauseating, but she does not relent until my Master is unrecognizable and nothing remains of his face but a blooded mass. Afterwards the flight deck looks like a charnel house. Blood-spattered, Tits only stands over the ruins of the corpse for a moment before dropping the blaster with a clatter and rapidly programing commands into Cunt Catcher’s control panel. As feeling returns to my body I get first to my knees, and then to my gingerly to my feet. Now I don’t feel the least urge to defend the Master or try to heal him. What’s there is just meat. I feel no compulsion to obey any order. It’s a very strange sensation. And then I remember. This is what free will feels like. “What are you doing?” I ask her rather humbly. “Setting the destination for the Republic Fleet shipyards at Vanaxa Dust,” she answers. “Don’t worry Lara, the Slavers won’t follow us to the heart of that military.” “But what about the Harkens?” I ask in a trembling voice. “Aren’t we supposed to go there?” After so long in misery it seems impossible that there’s anything else. Hoola joins us, her expression showing the same uncertainty I feel as her universe also realigns itself from one inescapable doom to a future containing possibility, and even hope. I’ll never return to Gaianesia as a traitor with purple markings, but there might be a life for me somewhere. Suddenly I’m shaking so much my legs give way, and I find myself kneeling on Cunt Catcher’s hard deck next to my sister’s hip. Moments ago we were sex slaves. I’m right next to the evidence of that, shame still seeping from between my sister’s nether lips. But what now? I try to remember how I ever made decisions without a man to take them for me. “What am I going to go?” I wail, for some reason on the edge of tears. My sister crouches next to me. “I’ll take care of you Lara,” she says gently. “I always will.” But I’m not reassured. “Lara…” I say puzzled. “You keep calling me Lara.” Tits pauses then, and she looks at me tenderly, then reaches out and squeezes my bare shoulder. “It’s your name,” she says in a kindly voice. “You won’t remember, because Klink ordered you to forget during our processing, and unlike me your implant is working. But your name is Lara. Perhaps in time you’ll overcome the lost memories, and start to believe it again.” No, I don’t remember that bit of my processing, but there’s much I’ll never forget. And when my mind races through those other commands I suddenly feel exquisitely humiliated. With my face blazing red I say, “He told us to desire each other and I did. Is that untrue for you as well? All the way you behaved towards me was fake? Are you even a lesbian?” Tears are streaming down my cheeks. I should be celebrating, but my heart’s desire has just crashed to ruins. I want her to come over and hold me, caress me, but Tits stands up and goes back to the control panel, deliberately avoiding eye contact. “I love you, my sister, more than I love anyone else alive,” she says quietly. “That’s all you need to know.” Epilogue – Cancis Rock My quarters here are humble, but I am satisfied. It is a better home than I could have ever dreamed of a few months ago – instead of Klink’s apartment on Aghara-Penthay, a heavily defended former penal colony, turned into the Republic’s first refuge for the victims of sexual slavery. Compared to the horrors of serving men like the Slavers the dangers of mining are inconsequential, and implanted women eagerly labor here in exchange for the military’s protection. Our male guards are carefully vetted by the Republic so they don’t take advantage of the power a word holds over us. Not that they need to use it, with so much readily available sex. The shameful need to regularly have a male inside my rear will never abate, and many of the other women here suffer similarly from nanotech and have to seek a man’s companionship. To avoid being driven insane, once every few days my sister and I have to go to the social clubs where we can mix with our protectors, and find partners willing to help with our predicament. Yes, her too – for although her implant does nothing, the nanotech in her mouth functions perfectly. A ready supply of beautiful women such as myself and Tits (no, sorry, I must attempt to think of her as Gara even though my memory still insists I am wrong in this), women who might be considered “easy” by galactic standards, mean there is no shortage of men willing to relocate to this inhospitable planet. We have a few undamaged female protectors as well from the Republic Marines, I think largely to police their male colleagues. I have dwelt here almost since the events on Cunt Catcher, and it seems unlikely I’ll ever leave. I will never have a conventional relationship, not when a chip in my brainstem is configured to find men repellent, and my heart will always crave an incestuous relationship with my sister. A relationship that will never be. Gara isn’t vulnerable like me, and travels frequently offworld. Her slave mark has been burnt away. She can find other lovers – perhaps even finding comfort with a man. When she’s absent it pains me terribly, but I share the pride to see her rejuvenated as a heroine of Gaianesia. No longer the twin-face that humiliated White Queen and our planet with her. Gara: the woman single-handedly responsible for our homeworld being elected the latest member of the Republic and ending decades of war. The vote in the senate was close, and not all planets accept the view that pacified males are not oppressed second class citizens, but the images of so many of my fellow Gaianesians walking helplessly into slavery on Cancis Rock melted hearts. Even among the advocates of male rights the sense that the Republic should make reparations was strong. My homeworld was ratified and Gaianesia enjoys the protection of the fleet. A settlement was quickly reached over sharing the disputed world of Calico, followed by a treaty with Harka-Ringworld. While Gara is away, I seek comfort in the companionship of my newest lover. She can never mean as much to me as my sister, but her presence soothes me, and she can understand me as one who has endured ordeals perhaps worse than mine. Rescued slaves usually let their appearance lapse as soon as they have liberty, gaining weight and making themselves as repellent to men as possible in an attempt to deter any future potential abusers. But Melena de Santo, former Colonel in the Republic space fleet and one of only two women in recent history to escape the Rape Run, looks just as beautiful as she did the first time I saw her on a video screen. She is one of the most desirable human women I’ve ever seen – almost to Gara’s standard - and I think of males as even more incomprehensible knowing so many of them could take pleasure from degrading such perfection. But the hormones that course through their bodies turn men into animals, and degrade her they did. The finely featured face with its steel eyes and the long curtain of perfectly straight wine-colored hair, I will never forget seeing distorted with pain as she was tortured; driven almost into insanity with unending sexual arousal; weeping and screaming in unbearable terror. I’ve tried to soothe away those terrors with kisses just as she comforts me, but on Cancis Rock we all wake up crying out from the nightmares. Like me, the mark on her face is still there – the mark that declares us a female processed as a slave of Aghara-Penthay. That mark, dark like a tattoo, is only ever applied after a woman is implanted with a control chip into her brainstem. The medic said we can’t burn it away and heal ourselves with the bacta. Not without triggering some kind of mental breakdown. It’s as permanent as the pale scars disfiguring my breasts. Melena’s toned body with its long legs, slim waist and those famously pert breasts I still remember standing stoically in a wooden frame, her limbs roped to its corners, while they stripped her, and then that same body gradually slumped to hang limp as she was raped time after time after time. Now at nights it entwines with my own form and hands try to caress tenderly where once there was so much hate. In private we are often naked, but during the day Melena wears a functional jumpsuit in colors identifying her as a civilian. There is no return to fleet for a colonel unable to refuse a male command. I was nervous when I first met her, shown into the pleasingly furnished apartment that was Melena’s home, in the same way one feels meeting a respected celebrity. She dwelt somewhere underground in the most secure levels beneath the surface of Cancis Rock. There were no windows, and oddly no technology – no video screens or communication devices. Without thinking, it was the first thing I commented on, not really the best way to begin a friendship, but she answered openly. “The Slavers have given up on most of the other women here, but they’ll chase me as long as I live. And all they have to do is order me to return in a news broadcast, and from the moment I hear it I’ll do everything in my power to escape back to that living hell. They tried it once or twice, apparently. My content all has to be checked for me.” “Oh,” I said, and then with nothing else in mind I stated, “I was there too. Aghara-Penthay,” (although she’d already seen the slave mark). “My name is Boobs.” But immediately I felt foolish. “No, that’s not right. The Slavers made me believe it was that. I mean Lara. My name is Lara.” Melena looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity, her head cocked slightly to one side. “You’re not the only one to have their memory tampered with,” she said. “Would you prefer I called you Boobs?” “No, I should get used to Lara.” She served me java. Gradually we began to exchange confidences. I told her I had nanotech in my anus that needed a male cock, although Republic labs are working on a synthetic version that fools the robots. Melena told me the Slavers injected nanotech into her pussy which stimulates her, so she is forced to masturbate every couple of days to relieve the tingling. Apparently they thought she was cold, and that keeping her aroused would make an amusing lesson. I’d already known about her processing. There is extensive coverage before the Rape Run and the treatment of each Runner is explained in detail. But not everything took place on screen. “What wasn’t shown to the audience”, she said, “Was something that happened after I was caught. The Slavers put me in a pool where parasites invaded my body - leeches that injected hormones which gave me an uncontrollable urge to mate. Once the hormones started working I completely lost my mind for a while. You can’t imagine what it’s like being that desperate to be fucked.” My hand went out to her in sympathy, but I remembered that perhaps after her ordeal she didn’t wish for physical contact, and I froze. Melena interpreted this as a fear she was still infected, and my blush got worse. “Don’t worry,” she said with a wry smile. “Those creatures are now safely gone and my hormone levels are only slightly above normal. Apart from consequences of the trauma, I’m sane and have free will, as long as I keep out of earshot of men.” She got up from her soft padded chair then. I felt I could ask the question the galaxy had been waiting to know. “How did you get to Cancis Rock? After escaping with Ja-Alixxe from Aghara-Penthay, I mean?” She looked away and frowns as she recalled painful memories. “I was unlucky at first,” Melena began. “Ja-Alixxe left me at a deep space trading station called Escarod. I’d hoped to contact the Republic outpost there and to be taken under the protection of the fleet.” “Ja-Alixxe is alive, you know…” I interrupted. If Melena lived in news blackout she wouldn’t have heard that the whole galaxy knew the bounty hunter’s death was faked. That purely by living Ja-Alixxe had made the Slavers look ridiculous for a second time. “Alive and free?” “I’m sorry. Salarin has her. On Aghara-Penthay. She’s kind-of a personal pet of his.” Melena shuddered. “I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I interrupted you.” And she resumed: “Once I got to Escarod two things went wrong for me. I ran across the crew of a humble cargo ship called the Rishi Herald. One of the male crew members spotted me, and asked me to stay with them. The implant compelled me to remain and not to call for aid, so that’s what happened. At the same time the toxins the leeches were feeding into me reached a critical tipping point, and what little sexual self-determination I possessed left me entirely. I couldn’t wait to get to their ship so we could start fucking.” “So they kidnapped me, and fuck we did. There were six male crew members and one female, and I laid with them all, whenever they wanted me and in whatever manner they wished. Of course there was no obligation from my implant to follow the woman’s orders, but one of the males told me I must obey her words as though she were a man, and that was that.” “I was principally the crew’s sex slave, but I also served in other menial tasks such as washing and cleaning, and cooking in the galley.” “Once I was free to speak the first thing I did was tell them of the leeches, and it was a simple matter to remove them in the ship’s medical pod. But the damage done was semi-permanent – it took a long time before I could think of anything but craving pregnancy by one of the crew.” “That wish was granted. With so many couplings it was unsurprising that with every monthly cycle I’d find I’d been fertilized. But they didn’t want a baby on board, or to have their toy disfigured with an unsightly swollen belly. Every month there’d be a trip to the medical pod, and I’d be left ready to be impregnated all over again.” At the mention of swollen bellies being unsightly it was Melena’s turn to blush, and she added, “Sorry. Their views on mothering, not mine.” I’m still not sure why I chose not to abort my own pregnancy, especially when there are so many possible candidates for the father. The chance of having to see someone with Egregious Klink’s face every day certainly gave me pause. Perhaps it is simply that I won’t have to go through the process of breeding ever again once I have a family. Perhaps it is a memorial to those lost or left behind – Riyena dead, Ja-Alixxe still serving on that vile world, White Queen, Elle, Cassarinie and Alexa Goshenk kneeling before masters unknown. I prefer to think that of it as a sign I still have hope. If I believed the galaxy was so terrible a place for women I would have spared half-something, half-Gaianesian twin girls growing in my womb from experiencing it. I reassured Melena that no offense was taken, and she continued: “One of the crew also gifted me with my second sexual parasite – a type of louse that makes the genitals itch unpleasantly.” “None of what I suffered deterred me from serving them. For three months I co-operated with everything they asked. I trained diligently in the ship’s gym to keep my body in the most desirable shape.” “I thought of nothing but pleasing them, but meanwhile the rest of the Galaxy hadn’t forgotten me. The Rishi Herald went back and forth along the same route time after time, and with my implant broadcasting my location to any bounty hunter interested in finding me, it wasn’t long before someone tracked us down.” Surprisingly, at that recollection Melena smiled. “Believe it or not, that was when my luck changed. Koren Solasto was his name, and he wasn’t like any man I’d met before.” “I was nothing but a commodity to him at first – an object with value – but he wasn’t cruel to me. Koren didn’t believe in raping women and he didn’t usually work for the Slavers. He dressed me decently, and once I’d been ordered through my implant not to escape or try to sabotage his ship, I was trusted to do as I wished.” “We talked. As though we were equals, and I wasn’t an implanted slave.” “What happened then was the most unexpected part of all. We fell in love. It doesn’t take much for a man to develop feelings for a woman if she’s sexually attractive, but after what the male sex put me through I’d never expected I would ever enjoy the company of any man in a million years.” “Perhaps it was the hormones that were still raging through my body. But I think there was more than that. On my second night in his ship I sought out his cabin and for the first time in my life I actually made love to a male – of my own consent instead of being raped.” “After a couple of months the idea of him handing me over for bounty was impossible. I was willing to remain at his side forever, but Koren was a wanted man in the Republic and his profession heightened the risk we’d meet another bounty hunter who was ready to trade me.” “We thought of going to Gaianesia for a while, but Koren couldn’t have stayed long and I believe in equality, rather than the galaxy being run by the females. For a while we hopped from world to world. But we had a near miss with a Bothick bounty hunter and it became clearer and clearer things couldn’t continue as they were.” Melena looked sad. “What came next was a betrayal, of sorts. After everything I’d stood for, a man still thought he should make my choice for me. Without my knowledge he’d contacted Republic fleet, and arranged a handover on neutral territory. I went to sleep on Koren’s ship and woke up a virtual prisoner on a Republic cruiser.” “Some of the marines knew me from before, and it was extremely humiliating to be among them again, powerless to their command and knowing they’d all seen those broadcasts, watched me naked and degraded, and they could watch them again any time they wished.” “But I was safe, and remained under heavy guard until being brought in secret here. By now the Slavers must know I’m on Cancis Rock – they can find our implants forever more, but it’s too difficult for them to get a hunter or assassin through security.” She sighed. “I hope one day Koren will settle his affairs with the Republic and can come for me. Until then, I keep mostly to the company of women who have endured similar ordeals. Women who will not judge me for being so weak.” I placed my hand over hers. “You were never weak,” I told her. On the rare nights when the storms abate enough to see gaps in the cloud cover, I like to go up to the surface and look at the stars. I think of the many who are still sex slaves, and wonder if one of those poor women are looking at the sky for a sign of hope. Nastya at the Palace of Roses, captive Runners Palonae, Doorola, Tana, Cassarinie, Elle, Perla, Ithya, Alexa, and Ja-Alixxe being tortured over and over by Salarin. I don’t know why but it is Ja-Alixxe I think of most. I knew Ithya better than the others, but Ja-Alixxe is the one who haunts me, always accusing – why didn’t I kill her when I had the chance? But my body and mind are weak. That is proven by the truth that so many were able to rape me and only one has ever suffered the consequences – Egregious Klink. It is proven by the scars disfiguring my breasts, by the purple markings and the slave tattoo on my face, and the brand saying “Boobs” on my flank. I cannot help but obey any command given to me by a man, a condition which makes me totally vulnerable. But I can’t give up the fight. Ja-Alixxe – I will save you somehow. Galactic Daily News, Sports Pages. Results of the Rape Run: galactic-standard-year 4452 Captured 1st: Doorola (red scarf), caught by Lotho-etsarra. Cunt occupation: Investigative Journalist. Ranked 4th most likely to win. Ranked 7th most popular to see raped. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Jackran-ad-aktar. Captured 2nd: Tana Cagonnti (red scarf), caught by Jackran-ad-aktar. Cunt occupation: Athlete. Ranked 3rd most likely to win. Ranked 6th most popular to see raped. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Lotho-etsarra. 3rd: Emirie Kadjiz (red scarf), killed by Runner Venda Varansilio. Cunt occupation: Model. Ranked 8th most likely to win. Ranked 2nd most popular to see raped. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Lotho-etsarra. Captured 4th: Cassarinie “Cass” Ridath (green scarf), caught by Salarin. Cunt occupation: Comedienne. Ranked 7th most likely to win. Ranked 9th most popular to see raped. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Cronorgan. Captured 5th: Twisted Elle (red scarf, white scarf, blue scarf), caught by Salarin. Cunt occupation: Musician. Ranked 6th most likely to win. Ranked 5th most popular to see raped. Donated to the Rape Run by Cronorgan. Captured 6th: Dr. Perla Etochka (green scarf), caught by Cronorgan. Cunt occupation: Scientist. Ranked 9th most likely to win. Ranked 10th most popular to see raped. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Jackran-ad-aktar. 7th: Senator Laure Costaniodies (grey scarf), killed by Runner Venda Varansilio. Cunt occupation: Politician. Ranked 5th most likely to win. Ranked 8th most popular to see raped. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Cronorgan. Captured 8th: Ithya – Gaianesian “White Queen” (green scarf, blue scarf), caught by Cronorgan. Cunt occupation: Military Intelligence. Ranked 1st most likely to win. Ranked 4th most popular to see raped. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Salarin. Captured 9th: Alexa Goshenk (red scarf), caught by Salarin. Cunt occupation: Military Intelligence. Ranked 2nd most likely to win. Ranked 1st most popular to see raped. Generously donated to the Rape Run by Salarin. The surviving Runner, winning the Rape Run 4453 and released with an inactive implant is Venda Varansilio. The winning Hunter is Salarin, with three captures. The award for most entertaining rape was given to Salarin, for his violation of Alexa Goshenk. Nominations for the 4454 Rape Run are being accepted. In order to nominate a Runner leave a ten out of ten score review for this story on the hosting website, including the name of the cunt you wish to nominate. Cunts may nominate themselves, but may not withdraw the nomination after selection. Reviews will be collated by the Galactic Daily News. Your scores will help publicize the competition.

The last time his daughter had a sleepover, Mike wished he could have heard what the girls had talked about. This time he was going to make sure that didn’t happen again. Kayleen had a great many books on the shelf in her bedroom and Mike waited until she went to school to place a webcam and microphone amongst the books so that it would not be easily seen. It also pointed towards her computer, so that he could at least partially monitor what she was looking at. His wife worked midnight's and on Friday he remembered that his 14-year-old daughter was going to have her best friend Ana Leigh over, by herself . . . for a sleepover. After her previous party, he had checked out her hard drive and noticed the teens had gone to various sites that showed the male genitalia. This time he thought it might be fun to spike some punch, maybe have them smoke a joint or two and see what he could get them to do . . . to satisfy his carnal cravings. Mike had recently been caught by his daughter . . . smoking a joint outside their house after she had officially said goodnight. He often lit up, after his wife went to work, and enjoyed reading and watching porn. He had forgotten that her window was open . . . on one of those phantom 85 degree days in early spring, and the distinctive aroma traveled into her room. When she came outside to check, he was honest about what he had done, and indicated maybe when she was older, he’d smoke a joint with her. He just asked that she NOT mention anything to his wife. She winked at him, and said her lips were sealed . . . but that he “OWED” her . . . for her silence. Moving ahead to Friday, his wife Carol left for work about the same time, and Ana Leigh was dropped off by her mom. The girl’s mother thanked Mike for having her daughter stay over and left. Earlier that afternoon, he had made a special rum punch, that he was curious whether the girls might enjoy. After they had been in Kayleen’s bedroom for a half hour or so, he politely knocked on the door and asked if the girls were thirsty. Ana Leigh answered the door. She was wearing a pink top, with the logo “Little Bitty Titties Inside” on the front, a pair of blue jean short shorts, white socks and athletic shoes. “What did you have in mind?” she asked in a flirty tone. “That depends upon . . . how daring you’d like to be,” flirted back Mike. “Kayleen and I LIKE to be dared,” said the cute little 15-year-old blonde as she made no bones about looking at her friends Daddy like he was on a dessert platter at a party. In the background, he heard his daughter chime in “We sure do”. It appeared she was bringing up something on the computer, while her friend answered the door. “Well . . . Can I trust you two, to keep things to yourself?” Mike asked, now looking at the girls’ spaghetti strapped pink top (with the previously monogrammed message on it) that appeared to have small bare breasts hidden underneath. She hesitated to answer, but was enjoying having him feast on her little orbs that were beginning to come alive . . . as the nipples began to spike. “Of course you can Daddy,” said Kayleen, leaving the computer and waltzing over to the doorway. It appeared one of them had their tops made, because Kayleen was wearing the same advertisement for small titties. “Good. Let’s go to the kitchen and see what you think of the rum punch I made up for you earlier.” “Awesome,” said Ana Leigh. “I only had booze once before . . .at my cousin’s wedding,” she said as the threesome navigated their way down the hall towards the refrigerator. “So what did you drink while you were there?” asked Mike, now enjoying the company of the girls on either side of him. “I think my brother called it a “spiked punch with whiskey sour” or something like that,” she recalled. “All I know is that he found a pitcher and when my parents were socializing at the tables, he and I downed the whole thing by ourselves. It must have been pretty full of alcohol, because about a half hour later, when I got up to dance . . . my head was like spinning and floating and it made me . . . all horny too!” What revealing words came out of her mouth, he thought. He took the large pitcher out of the refrigerator, pulled down three supersize glasses and began to pour out the cinnamon flavored drink. “Well . . . we better get started. I think you two might enjoy this. Mom and I drank something similar to this recipe on our cruise over Easter. So, Ana Leigh . . . what do you think made you so HORNY at that wedding?” he asked curiously. “Daddy, that’s way TOO personal,” she protested for her friend, beginning to sip what was in the glass. She looked at Ana Leigh for some agreement but was surprised by her response. “No . . . that’s alright,” said the girl, pausing to slam down about a third of the glass. “This stuff is SO GOOD! If we are going to keep things to ourselves, I don’t mind sharing. Anyway . . . even though you’re not suppose to like other members of the family, I have this cousin, who is maybe my age or 16 and he is a FOX. He’s the younger brother of the guy who got married. The more I drank that stuff at our table . . . the HOTTER he looked. And then he freaked me out . . . and asked if I wanted to dance with him.” “REALLY? So didja?” said Kayleen, envious of what was being shared and also liking the taste of the punch and gulping it down . . . like it was Kool-Aid. “Uh, huh,” said Ana Leigh. “It was a slow dance, and he pulled me close and for the first time . . . and I am sorry if I embarrass you Mr. Johnson, but you’ll see . . . I just kinda say what’s on my mind . . . I felt a boy’s . . . uh . . . penis all HARD up against my stomach.” Mike had been silent up until then, actually getting off by hearing her daughter’s friend tell the specifics, so he decided to jump into the conversation. He also took the opportunity to fill up the girls’ glasses, in hopes they would just keep on talking and drinking. Neither one of them was even 90 pounds . . . and he knew the alcohol would soon start taking its effect on their minds and nubile bodies. “If we’re going to say what’s on our minds . . . us guys like to call OUR stiff things . . . COCKS. So don’t hesitate to call them that girls, okay?” Both girls busted out laughing, not ever hearing any adult say anything like that before. “Calm down ladies,” he said after a few minutes of them giggling and still reacting to his comment, “and drink up!” he said raising his glass for a toast. “Here’s to us having a great evening of fun . . . and acting HORNY with each other!” he joked, hopefully setting the stage he wanted everyone to play on. “Awesome DUDE!” joked Ana Leigh clinking her glass to his, and then to Kayleen’s. “Here’s to everyone acting HORNY!” said his daughter, whose eyes had begun to show signs of the rum punch. This remark surprised her Dad, but he clinked his glass against hers and said, “The ONLY way to act!” which started the girls giggling and laughing all over again. Over the next half hour or so, he was able to get the girls to finish the rum punch as he took the pitcher to the sink and realized standing up just how strong he had made it. Looking at the clock, he realized they would have many hours together, and was strategizing how he could best get them out of their clothes . . . for a much closer . . . intimate inspection. “Why don’t we go downstairs in the basement,” he suggested. “That’s where Daddy keeps all his porn stuff,” joked Kayleen as they began moving downstairs, which all of a sudden was not as easy as it looked. Ana Leigh stumbled and placed her hand around Mike’s waist. “Sounds good to me,” she slurred. “Maybe you got some real dirty stuff you’d like to share with us?” she suggested. “Oh, I can think of MANY things I’d like to share with you both . . . in fact one in particular,” he said, thinking about the growing cock in his pants. They walked into the family room portion of the basement, which had an almost old school “shag-like” carpeting. “This carpeting is so awesome and soft,” said Ana Leigh leaning down and feeling the texture. “I think I am going to sit right here,” as she planted herself in front of a Lazy Boy chair. “Me too,” said Kayleen sitting next to her, and definitely feeling the effects of the punch. Mike elected to sit in the Lazy Boy with the girls on the floor in front of him. “So what would you two like to do?” asked Mike already having his own carnal agenda in mind. “Well, first to be honest . . . I feel like I did at that wedding, so anything about sex . . . would be fine with me,” admitted Ana Leigh . . . looking at her friend. “You got any stuff we can look at on the screen, Daddy?” she said pointing to the 8’ X 6’ projection screen in front of them. “Uh huh,” he said, reaching for the remote and turning on the projector and than a hard drive hooked up to it. “If I am not mistaken, you girls were looking at boy’s cocks . . . at your last sleepover,” he reminded the two. Kayleen turned scarlet on being reminded. “How did you know?” she asked nervously giggling. Mike accessed a menu and clicked on one called, “Getting Off”. “Let’s see if this is what you had in mind,” he asked . . . as all three of them looked at the screen. A camera followed what looked like a guy’s hand as it reached for a jar of Vaseline and then opened up the top. Next, the camera panned over to the person’s thighs and then their crotch. The individual had on a pair of blue jeans and soon a hand was seen slowly pulling down the zipper. Both girls stared transfixed . . . looking at the action. Once the zipper was pulled down, the same hand slipped into the fly opening of the pants . . . and carefully grasped the waiting semi- erect shaft that was hiding inside. Slowly the dark purple cock head was pulled out and then the remainder of the shaft. The girls looked at each other, very surprised, almost as if they didn’t know whether to be looking or not. Next, the guy reached over and grabbed the jar, placed it to the left of his growing cock . . . and then dipped his fingers into the open container. Pulling out a large portion of the gel, he first meticulously coated the head of the organ and then liberally oiled up the lower pink shaft. After several seconds of lubing, the fully erect cock now glistened and the guy closed the jar and put it aside. Subsequently, he gripped the shaft at its base, and then slowly moved his hand up to the top and then back down. The girls continued to be mesmerized by what the guy was doing, since neither of them had ever seen a guy do what was pictured. They also realized that what was originally around 4” or 5”, had now grown to 8” or more. “Holy shit!” said Kayleen. “Look at how big that thing is!” “I’m telling ya . . . how do boys hide those things in their pants?” asked Ana Leigh. “You mean cocks?” he asked as a smile creped across his face . . .as he watched HIMSELF begin to masturbate on the screen. He had filmed it a few years back, but was truly aroused to be so close to the teen girls as they watched his naked cock in all its glory for the first time. Nothing was said for the next few minutes, but the horny father remembered he had deliberately NOT ejaculated for a full week prior to this video. Soon the girls watched the guy’s hand move rapidly up and down the slippery organ, until it was almost a wanking blur of action. Suddenly, a burst of cum was ejected from the slit at the top of the shaft and a long rope of cum shot straight up beyond the scope of the fixed camera. At the same time, they heard a man’s voice literally scream . . . “I’m cumming for YOU!” As the second, third and fourth stream of hot thick slippery cum continued to belch forward, almost like mini geysers, he wondered what thoughts went through their minds. As Mike watched the girl’s reactions, he noticed Ana Leigh’s hand had slipped in between her legs and it was obvious her fingers were rubbing her hidden clit. As he looked at his daughter, she had elected to grasp her breast through the top she was wearing and her nipples were spiking outward as she watched the action. Soon the orgasm ceased . . . and the video went to black. “So did you enjoy watching that girls?” he asked, adjusting his own shaft so as to not expose his excitement. “I had no idea . . . that’s what guys do,” admitted Kayleen, quickly moving her hand down from her chest. “I knew about it . . . but that video was awesome. That guy must have REALLY been excited,” said her friend, noticing Kayleen un-cupping her breast, and pulling her hand from between her legs. Both girls looked aroused, he thought, so it was time to get things moving. “You both said you liked to be DARED,” he stated. The girls smiled and looked at each other as they nodded with a twinkle in their eyes. “Well, I like to play something . . . much quicker than Truth or Dare.” He reached into the coffee table close by and brought out a deck of cards. “Here are the rules . . . I am going to deal out three cards. Whoever has the highest card, gets to dare the lowest card. If there is a tie for the highest card, those two get two more cards to see who does the daring. If one person has the highest card and the two others tie for the lowest, the one with the highest card gets to dare BOTH people. Understood?” “Awesome idea,” said Kayleen. “Let’s get started,” said Ana Leigh with a wide smile on her face. “And I don’t feel right calling you Mr. Johnson . . . or even Mike . . . so how about . . . just Daddy for tonight?” “Cool,” said Kayleen, reaching across and holding her friend’s hand, “but you gotta come down here on the floor with us DADDY!” Mike slipped down off the chair, in between the girls, still looking straight ahead at the screen that had now turned to black. The girls moved over on either side of him, unclasping their hands. “You deal, Ana Leigh . . . you are our guest,” he said passing the deck to her. Both father and daughter marveled at the way Ana Leigh expertly shuffled the deck and then quickly dealt out the cards. Mike got a king, Kayleen a three and she dealt herself an ace. “Awesome,” said the blonde beauty. “I dare Kayleen to kiss her Daddy . . . for 30 seconds, ON THE LIPS!” and she began to look at her watch. Kayleen turned scarlet once again, never having done that to her father before. They had pecked each other on the cheek at night occasionally, but nothing that romantic. “Come on pumpkin. You’ve been dared!” he said offering his lips to his daughter. Kaleen took a breath and leaned forward and moved her lips onto his. Both daughter and father were tentative at first but as the kiss neared its ending, they were moving their heads and being much more emotionally involved in their passionate touch. “Time!” said Ana Leigh, as she gave the cards to Kayleen. Her friend did not have the same dealing skills as she shuffled the deck, but soon each of them had new cards: Daddy had a 7, Ana Leigh had a 9 and she had dealt herself a jack. “Okay Daddy . . . payback time. I want you to kiss her . . . but I want you both to French kiss.” His daughter must have read his mind as he looked sideways at the 15-year-old beauty with the blue sparkling eyes (although somewhat bloodshot from the punch) and long blonde hair down to her breasts. He placed his hand behind her neck softly, leaned forward and began to caress her lips. Almost immediately the nymph thrust her tongue into his mouth and began to wiggle it around. He closed his eyes and began to passionately kiss the young girl, much like he would a lover. She playfully sucked on his tongue, which added to the excitement they were both feeling. He fantasized about her doing the same to his stiff cock. “Knock, knock . . . time’s up!” chirped Kayleen as she watched her Dad move his lips away from her best friend’s. She passed the cards to her dad and they waited their fate together. He dealt Ana Leigh a jack, which she smiled at . . . and then a second jack to his daughter which caused the girls to laugh and then the ace of spades to himself. “Aw . . . no fair,” said Kayleen hoping she could direct the action a second time. “Alright . . . I dare you to take off each others shoes and socks and to massage each other’s feet!” he said, having a slight foot fetish. The girls’ faces lit up at his command and they scooted closer to each other to accomplish his request. Mike watched as they unlaced each others athletic shoes and then with some difficulty pulled off their shoes and then pulled down the white pairs of socks they were wearing. Their arms criss-crossed as they each grabbed the closest foot and began to rub it, looking at each others’ eyes and experiencing the true satisfaction involved in this endeavor. He could have let them go longer, but he was more interested in OTHER . . . more lewd activities. “Time’s up!” he called and the girls moved across the soft carpet back to their original positions on either side of Mike, who handed the deck to their guest. She quickly dealt out the three cards, and was happy to see her 9 was surprisingly the highest and Mike the lowest with a 2. “Hmmm, ok Daddy Mike . . . I want you to take off your slippers . . . and I want Kayleen to lie on her stomach . . . and I want you to pull up her top and give her a back massage for one minute.” This again caused Kayleen to blush and for a moment become uncertain whether she should pull up her top and then lie down, or let her dad do this. She quickly laid down in front of her dad and he winked at Ana Leigh and then elected to straddle her body and sit on her tight little ass, but not entirely putting all his weight on her butt. Next he slipped his fingers under her top and slowly pulled it out of her shorts and then up towards her shoulder blades. Suddenly the top would not move any more. “Lift up the top part of your body a bit honey, and let me move your blouse up to your shoulders,” he suggested. He knew Ana Leigh would probably be looking right at her naked titties for a few seconds, but maybe that was what she had in mind. “Okay . . . you dirty old man,” said Kayleen as she placed her hands on either side of her head and then almost did a push-up to allow her top to be raised like he wanted. Mike took the opportunity to keep moving the top up past her shoulder blades. Then Ana Leigh surprised everyone with her suggestion. “Here . . . let me help out and I’ll roll her top up past these little titties so that you can give her a REAL good back massage,” she said, with a wicked smile on her face. “What are you doing?” asked Kayleen, still supporting her weight up and looking down as her friend grasped the fabric of the shirt and rolled it past her breasts. Once she was satisfied that her titties were bare she said: “That’s better. Now you can lie back down,” but not before she tickled her friend’s breasts and stiff nipples with her nearby thumbs. “Hey watch it,” joked Kayleen, but she was happy she could lay on her chest, because her nipples were now rigid with true excitement. Mike once again adjusted his legs so that he was straddling the 14-year-olds tight little ass. It was interesting looking at his daughter’s bare back, and he noted the tan lines where her bikini had left its marks. He began at her neck and gently kneaded the skin in that area. He knew his wife truly enjoyed having her back massaged, especially in the small of the back so he added pressure on her shoulder blades and downwards next. Meanwhile Ana Leigh was looking at his crotch and had noticed a growing lump as he continued to manipulate her friend’s body. Soon the time was up and she told them to stop. She could tell Kayleen was embarrassed about sitting up with her chest bare, but when she reached up to unroll her tank top, Ana Leigh laid down the law. “Hey, I didn’t say to cover up anything!” she said with a smile on her face. “Just turn around and face us. It’s your turn to deal anyway!” The young girl was about to object, but thought maybe the best way to get back at her friend, was to make her do an equally naughty dare as a pay back . . . or maybe have one done to her that was even more revealing. “Fine,” said Kayleen, turning around and now displaying her bare breasts to her father for the first time in several years. Both Mike and Ana Leigh looked at the girls’ breasts . . . as she dealt the cards. Her small titties were like young apples sitting high on her chest. She was obviously aroused as her little cones stood out proudly with pudgy firm nipples in the center. Ana Leigh received a 5, her Daddy a 10 and Kayleen slapped down a king for herself. “Hot Damn,” she said looking at her friend. “Daddy will help with your dare. Ana Leigh, I dare you to lean up against the Lazy Boy and spread your legs. Daddy, I want you to roll up her top, just like mine,” she said pointing to her rigid nipples. “AND I want you to massage her chest . . . NO BETTER YET . . . JUST HER TITTIES . . . like you did my back. And just for fun . . . you guys have 5 minutes. Now go for it!” This dare was one step closer to where Mike was hoping they would end up and he winked at the young girl as she moved over in front of the chair. Ana Leigh must have been eager for this type of fondling to begin, because as she spread her legs, she also pulled up her top out of the confines of her shorts. Mike moved in front of her on his knees. Grasping the fabric on the sides, he slowly rolled it up showing off first her belly button and then the smooth soft surface of her tummy. He then switched his grip as he approached her young breasts. Looking directly at the 15-year-old, he whispered, “Here we go!” The lower portion of her titties came into view and then he rolled the material up past the pink tips of her developing breasts. He was excited to see that her orbs were orange sized and slightly more developed than his daughters. And similar to the behavior Kayleen’s titties exhibited, her nipples were now stiff with excitement and anticipation. He paused as the material bunched up slightly under her chin and now two cute firm breasts were waiting for his hand and finger play to begin. Only having a few minutes, he elected to go about it somewhat more differently than if he were making love to the girl. He cupped their circumference, allowing the rigid nipples to sit in the palm of his hand. He began to rub outside of the areolas with the tips of his fingers, making sure not to touch the more sensitive insides. Then he wet the tips of his fingers and moved onto the areola, but did not touch her nipples. Looking at her expression, he knew this was frustrating to her, as she wished he would touch or even pinch her aching buds. Around and around he circled the tips of her breasts, until finally his moist fingers captured her firm buds and he immediately began to pinch, pull and twist them. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck that feels GREAT!” she moaned, pulling her shoulders back so that her small breasts were thrust out for the horny man to manipulate more easily. He wanted to lean over and suck her tasty morsels, but decided that could wait for another round. All along, Kayleen had been watching and getting more aroused and excited as her Daddy felt and tweaked her best friend’s titties. Finally, she told them to stop, but reminded Ana Leigh to stay where she was with her legs wide open. It was Mike’s turn to deal and he dealt himself a queen, after dealing Ana Leigh a 7 and then his daughter an identical 7. “Excellent girls. Kayleen I want you to sit next to Ana Leigh and spread your legs as well. I will be right back.” He stood up and went over to the refrigerator and placed a half dozen ice cubes into a bowl and then went into a drawer and took out two identical dildos . . . that could easily be mistaken for actual cocks, being flesh tone in color. . . and even having veins just below the acorn tips. The girls were quietly talking as he returned, but broke off their conversation when he approached them. “It’s time to watch another short flick girls . . . and I brought along a couple of things to make your viewing pleasure even MORE exciting. Your dare goes as follows: Place this dish of ice cubes in between yourselves and as you watch the movie, I want you to place the ice cubes on your nipples. At the same time, I found two vibrating friends here to place in between your legs . . . right on your crotch. You are to turn them on, but NOT touch them as you view the movie . . . just let them do their magic. I think the movie will last about 5 minutes or so. Let’s get started!” “Daddy, you are VERY NAUGHTY man,” said Kayleen. “How do you switch these things on?” she asked curiously inspecting the 8” cock shaped dildo in her hand. “The switch is down here by the BALLS,” said Ana Leigh inspecting the phallic device and soon two simultaneous buzzing sounds were heard. Mike was curious how she knew what to do. “Place them right over your little clits girls . . . close your legs slightly to capture their shape up against you. I think you will enjoy this toy immensely!” He watched the girls tentatively place the vibrating organs over their crotches, closed their eyes with desire and then realized the dildo would best stay in place, with their legs closed. “Ohhhhh, wow . . .” said Kayleen. “This feels awesome!” as she reached for an ice cube. Both girls were now rubbing the ice against their nipples as they soon grew . . . to be very rigid. Mike pressed the remote and the clip began. The scene was in a normal middle school classroom, with two girls sitting at their desks . . . facing their teacher who was sitting on the edge of his desk. Then the teacher spoke up: “My patience is gone girls. I warned you yesterday if you were late to class again, I would have to do something major to you both. I want no arguments . . . just strip down to your panties . . . RIGHT NOW! The girls looked at each other in surprise and then stood up next to their seats and began to pull off their tops. The camera panned first to the red-headed girl and once her blouse left her shoulders, her bare developing breasts came into view. Mike loved the cone–shaped orbs with the Hershey kiss-like tips on the girl, which reminded him of Ana-Leigh’s bare breasts. He looked over at her and noticed Ana-Leigh’s hips were beginning to grind as the dildo vibrated against her pussy. Next, the same girl on the screen unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and the camera zoomed in on her cotton panties, which were obviously damp with excitement. Then the camera moved sideways to catch the blonde girl leaning over and yanking down her shorts. As she stood up, her breasts were similar in size, with two ½” stiff nipples sticking out towards the teacher. “Now, lie down on the carpet, right here with your heads close to my desk (pointing downwards in front of him) next to each other,” hollered the teacher. The girls dutifully followed his commands and soon the camera angle was from above. You could see the two topless girls, looking up at their teacher . . . who had taken out his 8” cock from his pants and had began to fondle and manipulate it, right in front of them. “You two sluts are going to get a taste of my cum!” he said, still sitting on the edge of the desk with his feet spread open. The camera angle switched to their point of view as they saw him continue to jack off his cock . . . a few feet above them. From his red face and increased breathing, you could tell the teacher was close to ejaculating. Then he let his feet touch the ground on either side of the girl’s heads and then a front angle watched him kneel down, causing his COCK to be within a few inches of their faces. As he rubbed the cock tip . . . across their lips he moaned. All of a sudden, his motions increased and the first jet fired . . . the stream of hot cum shot forward and immediately sprayed the red-head’s face. As he kept wanking on his cock, he aimed slightly sideways and the blonde now had a puddle of his cum all over her mouth. “Open up my little nymphs . . . drink up my cum.” Their mouths opened like little birds and load after load of his juices continued to spray all over their mouths and entire faces. When he had relieved himself, he slapped his semi-erect cock against their cheeks in lewd fashion. At that point the movie went to black. “Time to put aside the ice cubes girls, and let me take the bowl out of the way,” he said looking down and being delighted that their breasts and nipples were firm and very stiff from the icy treatment. He sat back down across from them and handed the deck to Ana Leigh. “What about the . . .you know . . . vibrating COCKS in between our legs?” she asked, showing true signs of being aroused. As he noted their sweaty foreheads and a distinct glow over the tops of their bodies, he reminded them that they must stay until another dare is made. Ana Leigh quickly dealt the cards and this time Kayleen had the high card and her Daddy had the low one. “Ok, Daddy . . . you seem to have taken over for a while and its time to get you back in the game. I dare you to take off ALL YOUR CLOTHES except your boxers, then pull off Ana Leigh’s shorts and stick the dildo INSIDE her panties, right over her clit.” Mike was tempted to just strip naked, but thought teasing the girls with his shaft poking out the front of his shorts might work to his advantage. He stood up and shed everything but his satin boxers and then eagerly had Ana Leigh stand up. Next he dislodged the vibrating cock from in between her legs, and unsnapped the top of her shorts. Placing the dildo on the carpet, he knelt in front of the pretty teen, unzipped her garment, and pulled it down. Knowing it might get tangled in her panties, he yanked it forcefully down which instantly gave him a quick peek at her hairless pussy lips. Apologizing, he quickly slid two fingers up and down her moist slit, causing Ana Leigh to start to moan as she spread her legs for better access. His cock, getting harder, was now clearly visible through his shorts. Pulling the shorts . . . the rest of the way down her legs, he grabbed the dildo from the floor, turned it so that the tip was now over her bare clit and rubbed it back and forth. Slowly, he pulled up her panties over the dildo, so that the end was next to her tummy. “Ohhhhh God!” I can’t take this . . .,” she moaned, electing to stand up, as the device continued to vibrate up against her crotch . . . being steadily pulled closer by the elastic of her panties. “Daddy, let me stay like this . . .it feels SO AWESOME on my cunny. I want you to deal for me,” she begged closing her eyes in exhilaration. Mike dealt the cards and this time he had the high card and Kayleen was low. “Okay pumpkin . . .” he started . . . “First, I want you NAKED in front of your Daddy!” Kayleen was surprised, but looked forward to getting her top over her head, and out of her shorts and panties . . . that by now were drenched with her excitement. As he watched his daughter undress in front of him, his cock was now thrusting the silk out in his boxers, lewdly towards the girls. He wanted so badly to begin jacking off, especially when Kayleen pulled down her panties, and her hairless pussy was now fully exposed in front of him. Meanwhile Ana Leigh was now bucking her hips, as the vibrator continued to fine tune her climax. Mike picked up his daughter’s dildo, and placed the tip to his mouth and liberally soaked it with his saliva. Next he directed the tip closer and closer to Kayleen’s moist virgin opening, and looking up at her, allowed it to touch her lower pink lips. “Oh Daddy . . . that feels THE BEST!” Around and around he diddled with the tip, knowing the excitement this was causing to his 14-year-old. Soon he began to tease her by turned the device into her pussy lips . . . first only the acorn tip nestled its vibrating motion up into her tunnel and then as he watched her move her hips . . . downwards to accept more of the object, he began to fuck her with it . . . at least for the first slippery 2 or 3 inches. Ana Leigh couldn’t take it anymore, as she ripped her panties off, and threw her top onto the Lazy Boy. Not needing any help, she began to follow Mike’s lead and drove her own dildo up into her moist valley, slipping almost half of its length . . . deep inside. Both girls’ moans were now growing in volume as they both neared climax. Mike enjoyed fucking his daughter in this fashion, especially as she began to drive more and more of the shaft up into her body. It appeared both girls had either used a similar tool to lose their virginity in the past or had been visited by boys’ cocks . . . on previous occasions. He didn’t care at this point, as he watched both girls’ bodies shake and shiver with their first orgasm of the night. Screams were heard as they both delighted in total satisfaction. After several minutes, they both lay dormant on the floor, fully fulfilled. He broke the silence as he dealt the cards out. While they were withering in climax he had made sure by stacking the deck, he would get the high card. “Let’s keep going girls . . . times a wasting,” he said. He dealt out the cards and Kayleen had a 2, Ana Leigh a 3 and he had a 10. “Our Daring Game is over for now. Daddy is now driving the truck. Let’s start by you two kissing each other. Ever done that before?” he asked . . . curious how they would respond. “Maybe,” teased Ana Leigh as she moved over to her friend, whose face went red, answering the rhetorical question. Without any hesitation the two girl’s lips met and they began to kiss. Mike took one hand and moved it to Kayleen’s pussy and the other went to Ann Leigh’s. He started to rub both of them and they both began to moan lightly. Their kissing became heavier and more passionate and at the same time, his cock grew much harder, since he always enjoyed watching girls kiss. Ana Leigh had moved her foot up to his lap and was now playing with his cock which was still covered by his boxers. As he manipulated their pussy lips, Kayleen reached down and started to rub his cock through the shorts and noticed her friend’s foot touching it as well. Breaking her kiss, she announced: “Daddy needs to lose these boxers,” and she reached down, slipped her fingers into the sides and began to pull them down. Ana Leigh watched as Mike lifted his butt and allowed his shorts to be pulled off. He elected to lean upwards and take Ana Leigh by the back of the head and hold her mouth to his as their tongues danced in each other’s mouth. He immediately placed his hand over her tits and began to rub, pull and pinch them as they continued to kiss. Kayleen started to stroke her Daddy’s cock with her hand . . . but elected to go one step further as she leaned over and started to lick the tip of his cock. A little hesitant at first, but soon she was licking it up one side and down the other. Next, she put her Daddy’s cock in her mouth and soon began to take in 2 or 3 inches of his shaft. Ana Leigh pulled her head up, and looked down between them . . . watching Kayleen swallowing his shaft. “That’s so hot!” she exclaimed watching Kayleen’s antics and at the same time beginning to enjoy how Mike was now manipulating and fondling her breasts more urgently. Kayleen continued her oral assault on his rock-solid cock. Mike pulled Ana Leigh up so he could now suck on her breasts. They tasted so good, as he sampled each one, sucking primarily on the nipple that stood out. After a few minutes of satisfying “tittie sucking”, the teen surprised him by crawling up to position her pussy, on his mouth. Mike stuck his tongue out as she lowered herself onto it. He sank his tongue deep inside her warm crease. Absolutely enjoying what he was doing . . . he pulled his tongue out and passionately licked her clit a couple of times . . . and then stuck it back inside. From her moans, he knew she was truly enjoying herself. Then he felt Kayleen’s mouth leave his cock . . . and after a few seconds of re-positioning her body, she crawled up to sit on his crotch. As she sat down, she pressed his cock against his stomach. She began to grind back and forth. Mike could feel her juices dripping onto his shaft. Ana Leigh knew her friend was doing something different, and for a brief moment, lifted her pussy off of Mike’s lips. “Daddy . . . lay on your back,” said Ana Leigh, which also necessitated Kayleen moving. Mike followed her instructions and laid flat on the soft carpet. “I want to watch you FUCK your daughter Daddy, while you finish tonguing my twat. I’ve been thinking about seeing you FUCK her since I got here . . . so I am going to face the other way, so that I can see EVERYTHING.” “OK,” he said enthusiastically. She started to grab her nipples and finger her snatch as her friend was straddling his stiff shaft. “Ride him Kayleen. Drive that cock deep inside your pussy. Oh yes Daddy . . . keep stuffing that tongue of yours inside my twat. We’ve got hours to keep switching off. But leave some hot cum for me. That shaft of yours will be fully drained . . . by tomorrow morning!”

A Nudist Family Synopses: The Lifestyle brings us closer together. Chapter One: At Home We are all nudists in this house and the usual thing do as soon as we get home and inside is to go to our rooms and strip off then rejoin the family. So it was no surprise to wake up and walk out to breakfast in the nude. Now for a bit of background I’m Ted my daughter is Alice and my wife is Amy. Alice is quite smart for her age and was advanced a year in grade school making her the youngest in her graduating class. Both of my girls are blond and have the similar body shape. They're very fit due to sports and the long runs they enjoy together each morning. That’s why they are already up when I’m only just going for my morning coffee. I have seen them on their runs and they could both be mistaken for two college girls out for a run. They are about the same weight and height and dress in tight running shorts, sports bras and tank tops. To see them jogging with their pony tails swinging is mesmerising. I have mistaken them for each other before this and this morning was to be no different. Walking down the hall towards the kitchen I saw my wife leaning across the bench and reaching up to a cupboard to get something. Stretching up on her toes so the muscles in her long legs were defined and looked exquisite. I walked up behind her and kneeling slightly pushed my morning wood between her legs finding a nice warm spot for the head of my cock just at the entrance of her pussy. She squeaked when I put my arms around her waist and hugged her close. It was then that I realised I had my daughter in my arms and not my wife. I stepped back with a silly grin on my face and hung my head saying. “Sorry I thought you were Mom.” She turned around to face me and hugged me back. Squashing my rod between us, the head resting across her stomach. “That's OK Dad, I love your hugs. Mom is in the family room but thank you for the hug.” Then, with a cheeky grin on her face, she held my cock, pointing it straight up out of harms way. “Now go, I have to get some breakfast.” 'Giggle'. Without letting go of me she said, “Mom. “Dad needs a little something taken care of.” she said giggling and giving my cock a squeeze. “Can you take care of it darling? I’m a bit tired up here for the moment.” Amy yelled back. My daughter and I both looked at each other with wide eyes and both of us laughed but Alice hadn’t released my cock from her grip this whole time and now held and stroked it playfully. I lowered my head and said to her just near her ear, “I don’t know that your Mom means to literally take care of me.” I smiled. ”You'd better let go or you'll get a hand full very soon.” I whispered into her ear and chuckled. “Well I don’t know, were pretty liberal in this household and I always do exactly what my parents tell me to do.” She then got a twinkle in her eye and quickly swiped her finger across the butter on her toast and returned her hand to my now raging wood. What with the warm butter, hot hand and her slowly increasing pace I felt the stirrings in my balls. With a sigh of contentment I held her. We were both lost in the moment. I had thought of this scenario in my fantasies of course many times, but only there. The taboo element of it all was only increasing my hardness. We had come close to but never crossed that line until now. Her warm touch and her fresh morning scent of a just showered girl were all too much she had my cock poking her bare tummy when I shot my load again and again across it. I had both my hands resting on her shoulders and pulled her to me for a tighter hug. “That was wonderful and gratefully appreciated.” I said. She was spreading my cum across her tummy, rubbing the evidence in to her skin when she said, “Your welcome. “Just don’t expect it every morning but if Mom asks to help you out again, well maybe we’ll see. Now go and sit down and I'll bring your coffee over. Naughty Daddy.” So I composed myself and sat as instructed and watched Alice wander around fixing the coffee's for us. The view did nothing but bring my cock back to a very firm chubby and I absently gave it a stroke and a squeeze. We were a very close family and being nude around each other everyday just brought us closer. We'd often joke about body sizes and pinch and pat those parts but never with the thought of having sex with that family member. Yes I'd wank off to the images of my wife and daughter getting it on, but what guy doesn't dream of some girl on girl action. Amy came and sat with us at the table and over toast and coffee we chatted about the various things we were all going to do. After she got back from tennis Amy was going to finish making and hanging the curtains in the family room and that I was to help with the wall fittings. Alice got up to wash her plate she wanted to work on her tan in the backyard and to do some serious laps in the pool. She left giving us both a kiss on the cheek. Amy and I sat at the table until she said “You don’t have to say anything. I think I know my husband well enough to know that he wakes up with a hard on every morning and that when Alice said that you needed a hand I had to hold back a laugh. I just hope she was able to fix your not so little problem.” I sat there in silence, slightly red in the face. “Did you mistake her for me again and run up and give her a hug?” She saw my expression on my face as if she had read my mind and went on to say. ”Ahh I thought so we're going to have to die our hair different colours so you can tell the difference?” “That may help but you must know that it’s a huge complement to look at you both and think of you as twins.” “Thank you, it is and I think I’ll keep my colour.” She held my hand under the table and said. “This was not unexpected and I’m not upset in fact it’s a little exciting to be sharing you. With our lifestyle it was inevitable that we would grow closer together in a physical way and an emotional way as well and I’m glad. If you remember we did speak about this very scenario when we thought of this lifestyle for our family.” “Yes we did and I love our family all the more for the bond we have because of the lifestyle we are living.” I said and we kissed. “I can't stay I have so much to do today.” she said. “I''ll grab some lunch at the club. Buy.” and she went on down the hall to our room to change. She gave her hips a shake as she reached the bedroom door and laughed. With a sigh I thought 'I love that woman'. I followed her and we had a quickie up against the shower wall. A half hour later Amy had left and I walked out to the pool area to find Alice lying on the decking sunning herself. Nude of course and glistening from a fine covering of sun screen. She waved and said. ”I see that you took care of your little problem from this morning, then.” “Little problem? Har Har. It's just above average I'll have you know. And yes Mom found an answer to the problem.” I said smiling. “Now pass the sunscreen.” We stayed out by the pool for most of the day. Sunning ourselves and mucking about in the pool. Alice it seems is always horny and comes out with some funny and racy things at times. Hinting at this or that and getting quite touchy and then cuddly, saying how much she loves me and giving me little kisses on what ever body part of mine would be close. So I had a chubby most of the morning, growing to a full on 7” cock in the pool when we bumped into each other. She kept me on edge. Laughing and giggling. Till finally, as she turned her back to me and backed into me in the shallow end of the pool. She slotted my cock down between her legs, with the head of it nudging her entrance. “Poor Daddy. That problems back. Ha Ha Ha.” Playfully she held my nob with both of her hands running her fingers around and pushing it up against her clit and making it painfully hard. Panting. I said. ”I'm going to cum.” “She lent her head back and whispered. ”Do it Daddy.” and slotted the head into the entrance of her pussy. I humped and pushed another inch up her and sprayed all that I had pent up inside me from all the frolicking we had done. “Ahhh.” She sighed as I flooded her insides. We stayed like that, cuddled together, until my cock had shrunk, and slipped out. She turned in my arms and planted a kiss on my lips. “I've wondered if this would ever happen. We've come close on a few occasions but stopped and I've had to go and give myself some relief. This is way better.” I had to agree. This brought up some things that we'd need to talk about but I wasn't too worried. I'd heard talk from people in the nudist community that sex between family members was common in some nudist camps and while not openly displayed was seen as the usual thing that happens to close families. In an environment that had every member seeing a variety of naked people everyday. Having a house nudity rule made for some interesting family movie nights with my wife and daughter sitting on either side of me to watch a movie and with their hips touching mine I would usually crack a horn bringing giggles from my daughter and a sigh from my wife who would casually place a pillow in my lap but not before wrapping her hand around my shaft. Sometimes Alice would get up with the pretence of getting something from her room to give her mother and me some time to fix my little problem and sometimes she would move off the couch to lie on her stomach in front of the TV. Swigging her legs up and down as only girls can do properly. She'd pretend to watch the show until not hearing any sounds coming from the couch behind her, would come back up and cuddle to both of us. Later that afternoon after Amy had returned and found the two of us by the pool.“Mom can you put some suntan lotion on my back.” “No darling I’ll get oil on my hands and I have to be handling the curtain material in a minute.” Grinning from ear to ear. “Get Daddy to do it. I don’t think he’ll mind.” She said and fondled my cock as I sat at the outside table in the shade. “Just you two behave I’ll be in the family room. Oh and Dad, bring the ladder in when you finish.” I swung around on the chair and Alice stood between my knees with with her back to me, at this height looking down all I could see was her perfect heart shaped arse. She passed me the oil and pulled her ponytail out of the way. I started to apply the oil to her shoulders and back and she made a humming noise that I took to indicate that she liked what I was doing. She moved back slightly rubbing her arse up against my slowly growing cock. “I can feel you against my bum Dad and you feel so hot down there. Do you think Mom would want me to help you out again?” “Hmmm. No I think your Mom is getting far too much enjoyment from teasing me. She guessed what we did this morning you know and even though she wasn’t upset and I would love an encore I think I will pass this time.” She kissed me and skipped over and into the pool. I wiped my hands on her towel and went in to see what Amy needed help with. On the way I got the ladder out of the garage. When I went into the family room Amy had a huge length of curtain material laid out across the floor and was busy measuring and cutting. She had a talent for decorating and worked freelance with a decorating firm in town that specialised in hotels and function rooms. “Don’t step on the curtain.” She said as I deftly sidestepped the area. “Could you take down the old fittings and put up these new ones” she said handing me a bag full of various attachments and screws. It was then that she looked up and saw my semi hard cock. “Get a little excited while putting on the lotion did we?” and laughed. “I told Alice that you were getting far too much pleasure out of this situation ‘I joked, maybe we could join Alice out by the pool when we finished.” “Well maybe you can but I’ll have to finish this by 4 so I can prepare dinner. I invited Carol from next door over for some of my Five-spice chicken.” “Yum Carol will love that. Be sure to make heaps, as it's one of my favourites too.” I said as I climbed up the ladder to remove the old curtain wall mounts. The morning went by fast with only the occasionally cock grab from my wife as I was up the top of the ladder this had the effect of maintaining my semi hard cock all afternoon. I was getting very frustrated by dinner time but we did finish and the result was very nice. Amy went off preparing her signature dish and I headed out to the pool for a quick dip before lunch. Alice was slowly swimming up and down the length of the pool as I dove in and waved me over. “Dad I’ve done some serious laps this morning and I’m in need of a massage, you up for that?” “Of course babe probably after dinner as Mom has Carol coming over in a short while to join us for some chicken.” Amy got out and dried off slowly glancing my way and catching me admiring her trim figure and tight bum. Laughing at me getting caught she headed into the house. I felt glad in a way that I was able to make my girl laugh even if it was at my own embarrassment but now I needed to do a few laps and cooled off. Carol was divorced and in her late 30’s. She has a son Todd who lives with his father as the Uni is closer to him than her. He lived with his Mom all through high school until Uni started and now Carol found she had loads of spare time on her hands. Amy and Todd grew up living next door to each other but used to hang different crowds. I dried off and went in for dinner and inside I saw Carol sitting at the kitchen table totally nude. “Well hello” I said. I see Amy has talked you into being a nudist again.” Carol was talking to me but had her eyes looking straight my cock that was growing slowly with all the attention. “I’ve been over here so often Ted that being naked is second nature to me now. Next I’ll be joining you lot when you go to the nudist resorts.” “I’ve mentioned it before that you’d be more that welcome to join us but the resorts only let couples in to discourage any inappropriate behaviour.” “Do you have to be a married couple? Because Todd has hinted that he would be into the lifestyle given the chance and this might be just the chance he was thinking about.” “Well ask him. Were not planning a trip yet as we haven't decided on the dates with the resort. But we could go during his and Alice's school break.” “Oh that would be lovely. I'll ask him when I go back home tonight. Thanks.” “Thanks for what?” Amy asked as she brought out the dinners. “Carol and Todd want to come with us when we go to the resort next time. When we get his holiday dates I'll make the booking.” “Sounds great. There is loads of great shopping at the little town down the road from the resort and the beach at the resort is 5 star with beach bungalows scattered about.” Amy and Carol got into a detailed conversation about every aspect of the resort and club. Alice and I added to the conversation as and when we could get a word in. Chapter two: At The resort. We all travelled up in my Escalade as we didn't have a lot to pack we had plenty of room. Tod who we hadn't seen in a while had grown and was the typical young guy attending Uni keeping Alice entertained the whole trip. On arrival we signed at the gate and confirmed our bookings at the resort desk. Our rooms were on the top floor and beside each other with an interconnecting door. The resort was large and had several sections from total nudity to casual dress like the resort dining room. The beach was totally private and dress was as much as you wanted to take off. We stripped off and waited for carol and Todd to join us. Carol knocked and entered, she was totally naked and was dragging equally naked Todd With her. We all applauded his joining the world of naturism. Amy assured him that he had nothing to be ashamed of, in fact could feel right prod of what he was packing. Todd blushed down to his toes but had the presents of mind to take that as a compliment. He was built for his age and had a chiselled physique from sports. He also had a long cock that must have been 6” slack and growing more as we watched. He stepped sideways and manoeuvred himself behind his Mom. We all new that it would be difficult for him on his first day and made our excuses to meet him down on the beach. Carol seeing the problem agreed. After waiting for some time for them Amy decide to pop up and bring them down, thinking Todd had had second thoughts. I found out later what happened when she went up to our rooms. In the bedroom she found Todd with Carol fast asleep on the king size bed. Carol had her legs spread and their was Todd's cum, dribbling out of her well used pussy lips. Todd was lying there with his still half hard cock lying across his stomach. Tod was breathing heavy as if they had not too long finished. His eyes met Amy's and he sat up. “Don't tell. We got a little carried away when we tried to get my dick to go down.” Amy stepped into the room and stopped beside the bed. Carol still had not woken and was smiling in her sleep. “Well it looks as though the problem is solved for the moment. “Lets leave a note for your Mom and we can join the others on the beach. Your secrets are safe with me Todd. Every male has that same problem at nudist resorts at some time and if asked politely there will usually be someone there to help them out. You'll see.” Down at the beach Alice and I had spent enough time in the sun and had just gone into the water when Amy and Todd swam up to joined us. “Carol will join us later. She is all worn out probably from the trip and is taking a nap.” said Amy. Todd exchanged a look with Amy that was not missed by Alice and myself. We played in the water for ages and had so much fun that Todd forgot that he was in a nudist resort and just enjoyed himself. We played chicken with Amy riding on Todd's back and Alice on mine. Todd and Amy won and had a deliberately close hug which lasted a long time as they spoke in whispers to each other. Amy said. ”Alice your turn with Todd and I'll have your Father.” The next game was over quick. I seemed that Todd had trouble concentrating. On completion I hugged my wife and Alice hugged Todd with Alice whispering to Todd. “Mum Todd needs our help to walk back to the towels. He is a bit embarrassed, if you know what I mean. Amy walked up to Todd and said. ”We'll walk in front of you Todd and you stay close behind us. We can do this.” Well we did it and were all laughing when we finally got there. Tod in his effort not to show his huge cock had gotten so close to Alice and Amy that he bumped into them again and again causing the girls to crack up squealing and giggling the whole way back up the beach. Even I had to laugh at their efforts to stop his long cock from poking them in the arse. They had their hands behind them to protect there rears from getting poked. When we got back to the towels Carol was there and passed Todd a towel. Guessing what the problem might be. Amy explained what they had tried to do. Carol said. “It looked for all the world kike a horny Todd was chasing you two up the beach. Ha Ha Ha.” The resort we were staying in had a policy of having a Siesta each day leaving lunch to be held at 15.00 and dinner later in the night at 20.00. When we returned to our rooms we were grateful for the rest and fell to sleep straight away. We went to lunch in the dining room of the resort and it was lovely. They had truly outdone themselves. We were all full by the end. Amy and Carol and myself wanted to try out the pool and Todd and Alice were going to return to the beach for the afternoon. The pool was large and surrounded by big shady trees and ferns. We found a group of chairs to the side and relaxed letting our meal settle. The sun was low in the sky and not so burning. But the girls still insisted that I apply a liberal dose of cream to their backs and legs. Amy and Carol were speaking in hushed tones and and giggling occasionally. Amy sat up and said to Carol.”Will we tell Ted?” “Yes.” said Carol. “It can't be hidden. I honestly think that Todd hasn't suffered and has matured because of it.” “What.” I said. Amy went on to explain how she had found Todd and Carol. “That's OK. I can understand. Your close. You miss him now that he's away at Uni. This was a natural way for both of you to show the affection that you hold for each other. It's not uncommon in the Naturalist community for this to happen, in fact from what I hear it's common place. So don't worry about it. Embrace it.” “I think I will. I did enjoy helping him out. 'big smile'. I'll speak to him when he gets back.” In the mean time lets get in that pool. I feel closer to you both too.” said Carol. “There's an openness and an honesty that comes with stripping off your cloths and letting everybody see you for what you are.” That evening over dinner Alice and Todd said they'd explored the resort and found the spa and tennis courts. I told Todd that we'd could use the spa later after returning to our rooms and shedding our casual cloths. The spa was bubbling away when we got there and a young couple was just getting out. They hardly noticed us as we passed. Holding hands and having eyes only for themselves. Amy, Carol and Alice all went. “Aww.” and giggled. The water in the tub was just the right temperature and we started to relax. With all of us the big tub it was snug but we were all friends so that it didn't matter if Carol was touching my thigh or that Amy was nearly sitting on Todd's lap. Alice was on the other side of Todd and was regaling us with a story of them at the beach this afternoon. It seems that Todd, after applying lotion to Alice again had a roaring hard on, so he turned to wards her to hide it. Alice who was lying on her back felt his cock resting on her hand . She instinctively grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. “Well you can guess what happened. She said.” Ha ha. Todd was sitting in between Amy and Alice and was squirming in his seat as Amy's hand was moving in his lap. Carol put her head on my shoulder and placed her hand on my cock. I turned my head and kissed her gently on the lips. I felt a foot brush against my cock and Alice smile from across the tub. Amy was now sitting on Todd's lap and had a huge smile on her face. Carol decided to do the same and her hand guided my stiffness inside her hot opening. Nothing was said as we enjoyed the moment. Amy facing me, mouthed the words, 'I love you.' to me as moved up and down and then she came on Todd's cock. Moaning and shaking. Alice had latched onto her breasts and was sucking hard while she fingered her own pussy. I erupted inside Carol seeing my daughter getting herself off. My humping sent her into spasms and flooded my cock with her cum. Relaxed and totally drained we all returned to our rooms. Carol winked at us and dragged a smiling Todd into their room. Amy and I fell into bed and Alice joined us to snuggle and we all fell asleep. Partway through the night I woke and saw Amy go through the connecting door and close it behind her. Alice rolled on top of me and we began a slow and gentle kiss. She fondled my cock and I grabbed her arse and squeezed. She lowered her head and engulfed my cock. It felt wet, warm and wonderful. I lay there and felt my balls being pulled and stroked. She wasn't in any hurry and neither was I. I pulled on her waist until she got the idea and straddled my head with her hips bringing her pussy down on my face. She was very wet and tasted and smelled scrumptious. She had a few cums like that and then twisted around and she plunged my rod into her dripping hole. We slowly made love for what seemed hours and eventually fell asleep in each others arms. In the morning Alice slipped next door early to tell the others that we were going to breakfast and would meet them there. When she came back she had the biggest smile on her face. As we walked down to Breakfast she told me that she went in and found Carol lying on top of Todd, they were both asleep and still coupled. Amy was in the shower so she ducked in and told her what we were doing. “I think Todd's break is one he will always remember.” she said. The days that followed were much the same with an occasional shopping trip thrown in. We only had two more nights left here and tonight the resort was holding a Gala Banquet and dance. The place was packed and people we met on the beach or by the pool were there and everybody had a great time. As well as all the loving it was the highlight of the stay. We got back to our rooms a little drunk and happy, stripped off and decided to have one more drink out on the terrace facing the ocean. The breeze blowing was light and cooling. Amy sat on my right and Alice on my left and they toyed with my shaft as they talked to Todd and Carol on the other lounge. We had all loved and slept with each other over our stay here and were happy with the way things had worked out. Carol kissed Todd and thanked him for coming on holidays with her. The kiss lingered and her hand stroked his shaft. My cock was as hard as it could get with my wife and daughter paying it so much attention. Amy slipped off the lounge and engulfed my rod while Alice cupped my balls. Carol did the same to Todd and we gave each other a thumbs up. Amy stood up and lent against the rail on the patio facing the ocean and beckoned me to take her from behind. Alice did the same so I stood and shafted first Amy then Alice. Carol joined us and Todd settled in behind her. This was amazing and I was right into it when Todd tapped me on the shoulder and indicated he wanted to swap. I pulled out and immediately sunk into Carols hot snatch. Alice whimpered as Todd's longer cock sunk into her with it's full length. We stayed like this and Carol came hard, bucking and pushing back to get as much cock in her as she could. I pulled out and sprayed my come all over her back. While Todd was shafting Alice, Amy came over and sucked and licked my softening rod. Then knelt down behind Carol and licked her pussy clean. We three went into the room and flopped onto the bed leaving Tod still pounding away on Alice. Ahh the stamina of youth. We didn't hear the others come in from the terrace. We were so wiped that we fell into a deep sleep, not waking till the sun woke us up shining through the open window to the terrace. We reeked of sex and at some point Amy and Carol had fallen asleep in each others arms and were cuddled up together. I got up and went to shower and Carol joined me. We soaped each other up and played for a bit until Carol sunk to her knees and swallowed my cock. She lovingly sucked and licked it till I was almost there. A sound made me look up to see my wife in the doorway leaning casualty against the door with a big smile on her face. I came as I mouthed the words, 'I love you' to her. She left us to recover and cuddle. On our last day it was agreed that we would spend it around the pool, drinking fruit punch and relaxing. The girls had some great all over tans by now, even Carol. Todd would was asked to cover them with lotion several times that morning and this had the usual results. First carol used her skills to suck him off while kneeling beside his chair, hidden by me standing in front to shield them. The next time Amy used her hands to help him and finally Alice wrapped a towel around him and took him back to our rooms to take full advantage of the situation. Todd would be going back to his father and UNI and Alice would be starting her last year of High School next week. Tonight we had some drinks at the bar and made an early night of it. All sad to have the holiday over. Amy and I slept in our room and Carol and Todd and Alice in their room. To be continued

Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine Story Two: Quarantined with His Hot Mom By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! Who would have thought having no school, playing video games, and masturbating to porn would get boring? Three weeks into quarantine, and I missed doing things. My mom was paranoid. She always made me use hand sanitizer and wear a mask. The only time I could leave the house was to go shopping with her. When did going to the grocery store with my mom become something to look forward to just to get out? To move and do shit. I was horny all the time. There were no girls at all to hang around with. Porn was fine, but that wasn't the same thing as being with a girl. I was eighteen, my hormones bursting through me. I just wanted to rut. To fuck. To get a simple handjob. God, that would be nice. I stumbled into the bathroom on what felt like day 501 of the quarantine but was really only day twenty-three. That didn't seem like a long time, but our apartment wasn't all that big. My room felt like a coffin. The living room a prison. Mom was always around. My warden. I had just woken up. Time was losing all meaning. I wasn't sure what day of the week it was. All the daily routine that mattered, especially weekday versus weekend, had lost all meaning what so ever. Mom might have to work from home via the computer, but I just had to exist. The urine streamed out as I blinked my eyes and stared at my phone. I browsed the tedium that was social media. All these dumb posts about staying home, staying safe. Some of the Instagram THOTs I followed were in crazy prepper mode like they were survivalist thinking the world was going to collapse. Maybe it was. I yawned and stretched. As I did, I spotted the pair of panties lying on the floor. They were red and made of silk. I blinked at that. Those couldn't be my mom's panties. They were too... sexy. They had black lace on the waistband. “Fuck,” I groaned, my cock going full erect in a half a second. I swallowed as I stared at them. I snagged them up. The fabric felt so smooth on my skin. Cool. Sleek. I rubbed across them and then held them up before me. They were cut narrow. They would show some butt-cheek in the back. These weren't the sort of panties a mom should be wearing. My dick throbbed and ached as I held them. I pictured my mom in them. I shuddered. She was a good-looking woman. I had always known that. She didn't get fat like some of my friend's moms. She stayed in shape. I supposed she was busty. I had a feeling a few of my friends liked to come around to ogle her, but they didn't make it explicit. Probably because they knew I'd kick their asses if they did. I slid my fingers over the fabric some more. I heard the shower drip. There was still some condensation on the mirror. Mom must have missed picking up these panties when she finished taking her shower. I shuddered. She had just taken a shower, hadn't she? She had been wearing these recently. My finger stroked down to the gusset. I felt the fabric that pressed against her pussy. My dick ached. Throbbed with such painful need. I had to cum. There was no stopping it. I swallowed, wanting to grab my cock. But I was holding Mom's panties. They were so nice. Felt so good. What would they feel like on my cock? “Jesus,” I muttered, glancing at the door. It was locked. I could hear Mom bustling through the house. She was always doing something. Cleaning. Cooking. Working. Wandering. I brought my mom's panties down to my dick. I shouldn't be doing this, but I was so horny. So in need of something feminine. I wrapped the cloth around my dick. I shuddered at how cool the fabric felt on my hot cock. I wrapped my mom's panties around my junk. I stroked myself. I closed my eyes as I ran that sleek fabric up and down my dick. I tried to think of anyone else. Some of the girls in my class. My busty English teacher who always wore the most low-cut dresses. Margo Robbie in that sexy Harley Quinn outfit from Suicide Squad, and not that garbage bag she wore in the second movie she was in. The delectable Scarlett Johansson in her skin-tight suit. I groaned, stroking faster and faster. I thought of all those women, but who was it that kept intruding? The owner of the panties. Mom. Smiling with brown, curly hair falling around her motherly face. She was seductive, wearing these panties and nothing else. Big boobs swaying naked. Nipples fat and hard. Her hips curving. Ass plump and looking hot. “Mommy knows what you need, Eric,” whispered through my mind. “Mmm, your mommy knows how to please you.” It wasn't something I wanted to think about, but I couldn't drive it away. I stroked the panties up and down my cock faster as I imagined my mother sauntering to me, her breasts swaying. So big and plump. A MILF in all the right ways. “Just let Mommy suck on that cock,” she cooed in my mind. “Mommy will help you cum. I know. You can't get those sluts at your school to do it right now. But I'm here. Let your Mommy make this easier for you.” “Fuck,” I groaned, pumping faster with the panties. In my mind, she kissed at the tip of my cock. Mom stared up at me, her brown eyes full of such desire. She grabbed my cock in one hand, fisting it. Her tongue swirled around the crown, stimulating it. My balls tightened. I fisted my cock as fast as I could. The panties caressed my dick with cool delight. The pressure swelled in my balls. It was too hot. Too exciting. Incest. Her lips slid over the crown. She sealed them around my shaft and sucked hard. I erupted. I groaned as my cock pumped load after load of my cum into my mom's panties. I shuddered, pleasure slamming into my mind. Mom moaned around my cock. She drank down my cum in my fantasy. She loved it. “That's just the best cum I've ever had,” she purred through my mind. I hit the peak of my orgasm. I sucked in breaths, swaying. Darkness washed over my vision for a moment. As it cleared, I descended down into panting bliss. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart pounding in my chest. “Fuck,” I groaned, sucking in deep breaths. I swallowed, shocked by what I had just imagined. It was insane. I didn't just fantasize about that. I couldn't have pictured mom doing that. I panted, my heart pounding. Mom sucking my dick? I stared down at the panties and groaned. Cum had bled through the fabric. More soaked it. I ripped it from my cock and thrust it under the faucet. I turned it on and washed my jizz off while I shuddered from the intensity of it. I couldn't remember the last time masturbating had felt that good. Thinking about my mom had set me off like nothing else. I panted, my heart throbbing. I glanced at myself in the mirror, my face flushed. I had a shadow of whiskers. I had shaved yesterday. I could probably shave again today. I ran a hand through my brown hair. “Fuck,” I muttered, gripping the wet panties. What to do with these? I pulled on my boxers and then opened the bathroom door. Mom's humming came from the living room. I swallowed and headed to her room. She had a clothes hamper in there. I slipped through the open door. Her bed was neatly made. There was a picture of my dad, killed when I was five over in Afghanistan, in his dress uniform on the dresser. A hamper was next to it. I opened it and dropped the panties in. There was an even slinkier pair. I picked up this purple satin. It was a thong in the back but cut wide in the front. I held the dainty thing. My mom wore thongs? My dick throbbed in my boxers. My heart hammered. “Eric,” Mom called. “I hear you moving around. Want some breakfast?” “Yeah, Mom,” I gasped and bolted from her room before she found me. I ducked into mine, the thong still in hand. I thrust it beneath my pillow, my dick already hard again. I shuddered and grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I dressed quickly, wanting to masturbate again, but I could hear Mom making something for breakfast. If I didn't go out there, she would come for me in here. And if she found out I had stolen a pair of her panties. I headed down the short hallway to the living room. The kitchen and little dining area were all one large space divided more by furniture. Mom was at the stove. She wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing sexy, but my eyes were on her ass. What sort of panties was she wearing? A thong? Something lacy? God, I couldn't believe the sort of underwear she had. My dick pulsed and throbbed as I sank down on the couch and turned the TV on. I didn't care what was on as I kept staring at her cooking. “So,” she said, her back still to me, “you going to do any schoolwork?” I rolled my eyes. My school had assigned a bunch of pointless busywork. It was even more useless than most of the time. “Maybe.” “No maybe,” she said, turning around. Her t-shirt fit tight around her torso. Her breasts were big. They had a perkiness to them. Was she wearing a push-up bra? My dick throbbed. If she had on sexy panties, her bra must be a matching affair. She wagged a spatula at me that had bits of scrambled eggs stuck on it. “You're going to get it done.” “Yeah,” I said. “After breakfast.” “You better,” she said and then turned around, her hair swaying. Ideas popped in my head of just coming up on mom and saying something corny like, “Here's a better way of passing time in quarantine: worshiping my dick!” It was something straight out of porn. It made me so hard. I closed my eyes, seeing her in the thong now. The cloth vanished in between her bubbly butt-cheeks. Her bra lifting her tits into a jiggling shelf of cleavage. Her nipples pressed on the material, just needing me to pull the cloth down and suck on them. Then I could bury my face between them. A set of tits that big needed to be worshiped. Motor-boated. My sweaty hands rubbed on my shorts. My balls ached with another load of cum that needed releasing. The itch tingled across the tip of my cock. I didn't want to masturbate. I wanted— “Breakfast is done,” Mom said. “Go wash your hands.” I snapped my eyes open and groaned. “Yes, Mom.” “And no sass.” She waggled the spatula again. “You don't want to spread it. Wash your hands and don't touch your face.” I pulled my hands from scratching at my nose. “I'm not getting it stuck in the apartment all the time.” “That's right,” she said, smiling at me. “Now go. Wash your hands. Thoroughly.” I swallowed my retort. Part of me wanted to bend my mother over the counter and fuck her hard, the other part wanted to tell her to fuck off about the disease. I was sick and tired of it. I wanted my life back. I wanted to be free. If I wasn't stuck inside, I wouldn't be bethinking of my mother... “Just let Mommy suck that cock and take care of that hardon,” whispered through my mind. “I told you, whatever you need to get through the quarantine. Your mommy's here for you.” “Fuck,” I muttered as I pretended to wash my hands. I let the water run. Splashed around under it once or twice. Then I wiped my hands off. “I need to get out of this fucking apartment.” I headed back out to find a plate full of scrambled eggs and bacon, along with a glass of orange juice, at the table. Mom sat at the head, staring at her phone. I sat down, glancing at her. She was still relatively young. She had married Dad at eighteen. Had me a year later. She hummed as she browsed at her phone. She shook her head. “Why are so many people complaining about the quarantine. It's for our safety. That's more important than anything else.” “Maybe because they want to fucking do things,” I said. “Language, Eric,” she said, not looking at me. “And you do things. Didn't you spend all day yesterday killing your friends in Call of War.” “Duty,” I muttered. “And it's not the same.” “I seemed to recall you complaining when I would make you stop playing your games, now you are unhappy because you get to play them all you want?” “It's not that,” I groaned. “I'm just tired of being in this apartment.” “Well, if there's anything you need me to do to help out,” she said. “I'm going shopping this afternoon. We could get you...” She frowned. “Nothing,” I muttered. “It's not like you can...” I swallowed. I almost mentioned how horny I was. “What?” “Nothing,” I muttered and took a sullen bite of my scrambled eggs. “It's always nothing when you're eighteen.” She sighed. “I have to get to work. You clean up and do that schoolwork.” “You're not going to work. You're going to your bedroom to sit at your computer.” “Yes, work.” She stood up and bustled out. I turned, my head staring at her ass. What sort of panties did she have on now? My dick throbbed. I didn't do homework after breakfast. Instead, I coated her thong in a load of jizz. After, I lay there, wondering just how horny quarantine had made me. I grabbed my phone and Googled mother and son incest. I got a lot of hits. Stories. Videos that claimed to be incest but were probably fake. Comics. There was so much out there. I couldn't believe it. I jerked off again. That thong wasn't big enough to take two loads of jizz. I became restless over the next week. Horny all the time. I kept stealing Mom's panties. She had so many different types. They were all sexy. She had one pair with a bow on the front, another with little holes in the fabric over her pubic mound that formed a heart. Her bras were equally exciting. Low cut. Lacy. I spurted cum all across them thinking I was jizzing on her tits. She filled my mind. “Just yank down Mommy's jeans and slip into my pussy if you're horny, Eric,” would pop into my mind when I would see her at the counter. Or, “Let Mommy massage your cock with her big tits. That will help you relax.” The idea of incest wouldn't leave me. It made me want to avoid her as the guilt swelled. I kept snapping at her over dumb shit. The apartment was too small. It was nearing the end of the month. Quarantine was supposed to end. But our asshole governor seemed to take gleeful joy in extending it another month. “Fuck!” I exploded as I sat in the living room watching the press conference. “Another month of this shit?” “I know, it's not ideal,” she said. “But the governor is just trying to keep us safe.” “Fuck safe, I need to get out of here!” I needed to get laid. There were a couple of sluts at my school that I just wanted to slide into. “Eric,” Mom said. “I know it's annoying, but you need to calm down.” She smiled. “We can make it through this. Just have to work together.” “I don't want to work together. I want to go fucking hang out at my friends.” She gasped. “And what if one of them has it?” She stood up and shook her head. “It's just for another month. This is serious.” I grunted. “Eric,” she said. “I'm sorry, but you're eighteen. A man. You have to understand that life doesn't give you what you always need or want. Now, what can I do to help you out.” “Let me go to the park,” I growled. “The parks are all closed,” she said. “Besides, you could run into sick people.” I rolled my eyes. “I need to run around, Mom. I got all this fucking energy in me.” “Language!” I balled my fists tight. “Fuck my language. You don't get it. I'm so... so...” “What?” she demanded. “What is so bad about staying home for another few weeks with your mother? I give you your space. I don't barge into your bedroom. Let you play your dumb video games. What don't I get?” “That I...” I couldn't say it. “It's nothing you can help me with, Mom.” “You don't know that.” She folded her arms. “I used to be young, too. I understand things. I can be hip.” “You can't. You're my mother. You are the one person that can't help me.” “Try me,” she said. “What is it, Eric? You can tell me. Don't keep it bottled up. It's just me and you.” Her arms folding across her chest had pulled her t-shirt even tighter about her bra. The thin material let the straps bleed through. The lace. I had cum into the cups of that bra before, I realized, recognizing the trim. My dick throbbed so hard, almost exploding. Why did she have to wear sexy underwear? “I'm fucking horny, Mom!” I growled. “I need to go out. Meet some girls. I need to... to...” Her cheeks went pink. “Oh. You're not...” She trailed off. “I mean, I know what you do in there.” Embarrassment washed over me. “No, it's not fucking enough. I'm going to explode. Let me go out. There's got to be someplace I can meet a girl or... I...” She bit her lip. Then she thrust her hand out and cupped my cock through my shorts. “I can... give you a handjob. Just... Just this one time. Because of the quarantine. I know how backed up boys can get.” I stared at my mom in shock. She looked as stunned as me that she was doing it. She bit her lips. Her thighs rubbed together. Then I realized something. She wore sexy underwear for a reason. Did she get horny, too? What had been going through her mind for the last few weeks? Was she hooking up when I thought she was out working? Her hand slid up my shaft, the pleasure racing down my balls. I stood there, chest rising and falling, as she shoved her hand into my shorts and then my boxers. She grasped my cock with her bare hand. I groaned at the contact of someone other than me touching my dick. Warm palm. Delicate fingers. A woman's hand. My mother's. I groaned as she pulled me out. She gasped as she stroked up and down me. Was she shocked by the size, or that she was actually jerking me off? Either way, her hand felt amazing pumping up and down my cock. It felt fantastic every time she stroked to the pinnacle and caressed over the mushroom-like crown of my cock. pleasure shot down it. My hands balled into fists. My chest rose and fell. Mom panted as she worked her hand up and down my dick. “Mom,” I groaned. “I know,” she said. “You're horny. This will help you out, okay?” “Yeah.” My chest grew tighter. “Damn, that hand...” She pumped up and down my cock with such stroking intensity. It was incredible. I groaned at it. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping wild blood through my veins as my mother stroked me. She built and built that ache at the tip. My fantasies crashed into the reality of her hand. My balls tightened. It was incredible. I groaned at her stroking touch. I stared at her face. Her cheeks flushed red. Her lashes long and dark. She licked her pink lips. “Suck it,” I growled. Her grip tightened on my shaft as she gasped, “What? No!” “I need more than a handjob, Mom,” I panted. “Please. Just suck it. That's what I need.” She swallowed. Then she sank to her knees. I trembled there as my mom stared at the tip of my dick up close. Then she kissed the crown. I shuddered at the softness of her lips. She smooched around me. I closed my eyes, my heart beating faster and faster. Her tongue flicked out, sliding over the slit. A shiver ran through me. That felt amazing. My mom knew how to love a cock with her mouth. Her tongue was practiced. It was so weird thinking that my mom knew anything about sex. She'd made me with sex, though. Her lips kissed and licked around it. She stroked the base, moaning as she worked. She squeezed her eyes shut and then slid her lips over the crown. I groaned at the intensity of it. My balls tightened as my mother nursed on my cock. “Fuck, Mom!” I groaned as she suckled, making such wet and naughty sounds. “Damn.” She bobbed her head. She slid her lips up and down my shaft. Her tongue fluttered around the crown. It was incredible. The pressure grew and grew in my balls. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The heat rushed through me. This incredible surge of bliss. My fingers flexed as Mom sucked. She nursed on my cock. She worked her lips up and down it. I closed my eyes, loving every moment of it. Her tongue danced. She swirled it about my crown, stimulating it. My balls tightened. “Damn, Mom,” I groaned. “You're good. Fuck, you're good.” She sucked harder. She moaned as she did, the humming sound vibrating around my cock. I groaned, my nuts tightening. The pressure grew faster and faster. I wanted this to last. I wanted to keep enjoying this forever, but... I was eighteen and it had been a month since a girl had touched my dick. “Mom!” I gasped as my balls erupted fast. They exploded. The cum fired out of my dick and splashed against her mouth. She moaned and swallowed. Her hazel eyes stared up at me as she gulped down my cum. The incestuous rush of cumming into my mother's mouth hammered my mind. It was incredible. Fantastic. The best blowjob ever. She gulped it down. My mother wasn't a spitter. She moaned as she drank my cum, her cheeks hollowing as she nursed. She sucked hard, working out every drop I had. “Oh, fuck,” I panted. She slid her mouth off my cock with a wet plop. She stared up at me, panting. Cum stained her lips. She licked the spunk off, her eyes wild. Then she gave my dick a quick kiss on the tip and tucked me into my shorts. “There,” she said and stood up. “That will get you through quarantine. Okay. Just this once. We can't ever do it again, Eric.” “Yeah,” I said, stunned. I sank back down on the couch, the news anchors on the TV were discussing the governor's latest stay at home order. “I have to do a Zoom call for work,” she said. “So no interruptions.” I nodded as she hurried off. It was only later that I wondered if she had another reason for not wanting any interruptions, but at the time, I was too stunned and feeling too good from my orgasm to think of anything. My mom gave me the best blowjob of my life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I know you said only once,” I groaned to Mom the next day. It was morning. “But... It was just so good. And... And... it really helped to make quarantine pass.” She looked up from washing the breakfast dishes. She swallowed, wearing a tight blouse with a scoop neckline and a pair of jeans that seemed to hug her rump. She stared at me, her eyes falling on my crotch. “Just one more time?” she asked. “Yeah, just one more time, Mom,” I groaned. “It really, really helped. I just need a little more to get me through quarantine.” “Okay, but this is it,” she said, wiping her hands off on a dishtowel. Then she fell to her knees before me and loved my cock. Of course, it wasn't the last time she did it. Two more times that day, she sucked my cock. She nursed on my dick with hunger, hardly putting up any fight when I came to her. She kept saying it would be the last time, but there she was, on her knees and my dick in her mouth. And soon my cum would be in her belly. She always had a Zoom meeting after blowing me. I had caught on by then what she was really doing, but I was just too happy getting blown to care about her. I was getting off. It was amazing. A wonderful treat to enjoy from my mother. The next day, she blew me for times. I didn't even have to ask. I just had to pull out my cock, and she would be on her knees nursing on my dick like it was the greatest thing in the world. My perception of my mother slowly changed. She was submissive. She enjoyed having a man gripping her brown hair and fucking her mouth. She sucked and slurped and gulped down my cum with hunger. I also noticed the clothing shift. Tighter tops. Skinnier jeans. She was dressing to tease me. I even caught a glimpse of that purple thong peeking out of the back of her pants when she bent over to pick up something she'd dropped. The one I had cum in she now wore. It instantly had me whipping out my cock and getting my third blowjob of the day. “That'll be the last one,” she told me with cum dribbling down her chin. “Yeah, thanks,” I said. “Now, I have a Zoom meeting. So no disturbances.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The third day, I needed more than a BJ. They were great, don't get me wrong, and I had enjoyed two of them already, but I was staring at Mom and wanting more. Wanting to find out what was beneath her clothes. Today, she wore a skirt. The first time she'd worn a skirt all quarantine. It was short, too. I had never seen her wear it before. It had folds like pleats and fluttered as she moved about the house. A halter top hugged her large breasts. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her bouncing tits excited me. “Do you need anything?” she asked after we had lunch. Her nipples poked fat against the fabric. She licked her lips. “Anything you need your mommy to do?” I considered her. Was this the time? “Yeah,” I said. “Stand up, brace your hands on the counter, and thrust your ass out at me. I want to get a good look at it.” “Eric!” she gasped in shock. “That's something you shouldn't ask your mother to do.” “I just don't get to stare at any girls' asses in quarantine,” I said. “Not in person. And you do have a great looking ass in that skirt.” “Well...” she said like she wasn't horny to do it for me. “Okay. Just this once.” I winked at her. She stood up and moved to the counter with a sexy sway, her hips rocking back and forth. She reached the counter and bent over, thrusting her ass right at me. The skirt swayed. Her thighs were toned, her legs shaved and sleek. I groaned as I stood up, my dick throbbing with incestuous need. I licked my lips as I sauntered to her. I had to enjoy her. I had to take her hard. But first, I had to make her cum. I hadn't gone down on a girl in a month, either. Some guys didn't like to eat pussy, but I loved it. You devoured a girl's snatch, then she would let you do the wildest shit to her. I bet my mom was the same way. There was a whore in her begging for someone to let her out. After a month of quarantine, her own son could do it. “Mmm, how's that?” she cooed, wiggling her ass like she was one of those THOTs on Instagram desperate for attention. “Gorgeous,” I said and flipped up her skirt. She gasped but didn't object. She wore those red panties that started it all, the satin hugging her rump. “Just gorgeous, but... These are in the way.” “Eric!” she gasped in shock as I peeled down her panties. The bubbly delights of her rump appeared first, two plump hillocks pressed together. Then came the brown bush covering her pussy. The scent of her tart pussy filled the air. I inhaled it, savoring the aroma. “Do you need to look at your mommy's pussy, too?” she moaned as I knelt down behind her, shoving her panties down to her knees. They dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them. “Yeah,” I groaned and grabbed her ass. I kneaded her butt and then buried my face into her bush. “Eric!” she gasped. “What are you doing.” “Eating your pussy, Mom,” I said. “You don't need those Zoom calls any longer.” She shuddered as her silky pubic hairs rubbed into my face. My lips nuzzled through and found her thick pussy lips. I reveled at how wicked this was. How taboo and depraved. I came from this juicy hole. I wanted to be back in my mother. I licked at my mother's pussy. I lapped at her incestuous folds, savoring the tart flavor of her cunt. I licked and lapped at her. I fluttered my tongue up and down, savoring every moment of caressing her pussy lips. “Eric!” she moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching. “Oh, my god, Eric, this is so wrong. I'm your mother.” “Mmm, exactly,” I growled and thrust my tongue into her pussy. “Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Eric, your mommy likes that.” I savored her moans as her hot pussy squeezed about my tongue. Her tart juices soaked my taste buds. I reveled in them. I swirled around in her cunt. I caressed her silky walls. She groaned as I did, her silky hairs rubbing on my face. I had never gone down on a girl with bush before. All the sluts at my school were shaved. This was a new experience. My mother's yummy muff covered in that silky fur. The strands tickled my face as I lapped at her thick labia. She tasted so good. Just perfect. My hands grabbed her rump. I kneaded her ass as I plundered her pussy with my tongue. My dick ached and throbbed. I couldn't wait to be in her. I would fuck my mom so hard, but first I would make her cum with my tongue. She groaned as my tongue stirred around in her. She whimpered, her hips wiggling from side to side. Her bush rubbed on my face. Her juices ran down my chin. I feasted on her, and she made such wicked sounds that echoed through the apartment. “Eric!” she gasped. “Oh, Mommy is impressed. Ooh, eighteen, and you already know how to eat pussy!” “Are you going to cum, Mom?” I growled and then licked up her slit, caressing her clit. “Yes!” I smiled and fluttered my tongue up and down her slit. I caressed her clit again and again. That bud throbbed beneath my touch. She had such a delicious cunt to feast upon. The pussy that birthed me now soaked my taste buds with delight. I sucked on her clit. I nursed on her bud. She moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my fingers. Her passion echoed through the room. I loved how they resounded back and forth around us. Her hips wiggled from side to side. “Eric!” she moaned. “You're going to make mommy cum.” “Good.” I sucked harder. “Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Eric!” Her tart juices gushed out of her pussy and flooded my mouth. I groaned and drank down my mother's passion. The incestuous cream spilled over my chin and ran down my neck. My dick throbbed in my shorts, aching to burst out. I wanted to fuck her so hard. I drank down more and more of her cunt juices. She shuddered. Her butt-cheeks clenched and relaxed beneath my fingers. She moaned and whimpered. Her passion echoed through the room. It was such a delight to hear. I loved every moment of listening to it. “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, that's perfect. That's beautiful, Eric!” “You're going to love this next part,” I panted and stood up. I ripped off my t-shirt. “You're not?” she groaned. “Oh, I am,” I said, shoving down my shorts and boxers in a go. They fell down my legs. My cock popped out and smacked her rump. “Okay, you can fuck your mommy's pussy,” she moaned, “but just this once. To help you through quarantine.” “Uh-huh,” I grunted and nuzzled the tip of my cock through her silky bush to touch her cuntlips. She sucked in a breath while I groaned at the wet delight of her folds. I slid around and found the entrance to her cunt. I thrust into my mother. I moaned as I re-entered her pussy. I slid back into my mother's tight twat. She groaned, clenching down on me. Her brown hair swayed about her shoulders. The friction was incredible. I had never gone bareback on a girl, and it was a delight. Being my mother only made this better. “Oh, Eric, yes!” she moaned. “You're filling up Mommy's pussy!” “God, you're so hot and tight...” I groaned, bottoming out in her. “Fuck, Mom! You're amazing!” She clenched down on me and shuddered. She wiggled her hips, stirring her twat around my dick. The silky friction sent pleasure through me. If I hadn't had two blowjobs today, I would have cum right then and there. Instead, I got to enjoy my mother. I grabbed the knot of her halter top and pulled. It whisked. Then it fell away. I thrust my hands around and grabbed her breasts. She gasped as I squeezed and kneaded those big and lush mounds. At the same time, I drew back my cock, savoring the delight of her hot twat gripping me. The friction was incredible. Way better than fucking those girls at my school. I slammed back into her, loving the way her snatch squeezed about my cock. She gripped me. The heat rushed through me. I groaned as I bottomed out in her. My crotch smacked her rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I groaned, loving the delight. Depraved passion flowed through me. I kneaded her big boobs and pounded her cunt. Mom moaned. She humped back into me as I fucked her hard. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the kitchen. “Eric! Eric!” Mom moaned, her cunt gripping my dick. “Oh, Eric! Mmm, you're fucking your mommy hard!” “Yes, I am!” I groaned. “Get used to it, Mom! You're going to get my dick day and night!” Her pussy squeezed down hard on my cock. She shuddered and gasped, “If that's what my son needs to get through quarantine!” “You are the best mom in the fucking world!” I fucked her hard, slamming my cock into her pussy. I buried into her over and over again, my balls slapping into her flesh. They brimmed with all the cum that ached to burst out of me. I would fire so much jizz into her snatch. Just unload all that cum in her. It would be incredible. The ecstasy slammed through my mind. I buried to the hilt in her. I slammed deep and hard into her cunt. I buried every inch of my dick into her twat. She groaned, her cunt squeezing down my cock. I fucked into her with passion. My balls tightened as I enjoyed my mother's snatch. “Eric! Eric!” she gasped over and over again. “Oh, yes, yes, Eric!” Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my dick. Her wet cunt squeezed about me. My fingers slid up her breasts to her nipples. I found those fat nubs I suckled on as a baby. I pinched them. Twisted them. She arched her back and gasped out in rapture. Her pussy convulsed around my dick. Juices gushed out, bathing my balls when I slammed into her. I groaned, feeling my mother's pussy climaxing around my dick. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groaned, the pleasure hammering my mind. “Mom!” “That's it!” she moaned. “Oh, that's it. Cum in me! Just fire all that jizz into your Mommy, Eric!” “Yes!” I growled, slammed into her, and erupted. My cum pumped into her snatch. Spurt after spurt of jizz slammed into her pussy. I groaned, the heat blazing across my thoughts. Sparks flared. They sizzled while I flooded her spasming pussy with my spunk. My incestuous seed squirted into my mother's writhing cunt. I groaned, savoring every moment of cumming in my mother's depths. Into the pussy that had birthed me. It was incredible. I shuddered, enjoying every last second of spurting my jizz into her. “Mom!” I groaned, her pussy rippling around my cock. “Oh, damn, Mom!” “Mmm,” she cooed. “Eric. Oh, god, your mommy needed that.” I nuzzled into her ear and whispered, “I bet you need more.” She squeezed her cunt down around me and gasped, “You're still hard.” “I'm eighteen. I'm so fucking horny. I haven't had pussy in a month. I'm going to get all the cunt I need, aren't I, Mom?” “Yes!” I ripped out of her and then spun her around. Her big boobs heaved. I grabbed my mom and threw her over my shoulder. She gasped and squealed, her breasts rubbing into my back. Her nipples hard. I marched out of the kitchen to her bedroom. I threw open her door and tossed her onto her bed. She giggled as she bounced on it, her breasts heaving, her halter top clinging about her waist. She spread her legs, her bush matted with my cum. I licked my lips, still tasting her tart pussy on them, then crawled over her. I nuzzled my face into her tits. I rubbed her big boobs into my face. She groaned as I did. Her soft mounds rubbed over my cheeks. I hadn't shaved today. I could hear the rasp of my whiskers on her silky flesh. “Eric,” she moaned. “Mmm, you used to nurse from Mommy. It was incredible.” “Mmm, you miss it?” I asked and kissed up her breast. “Yes, your mommy misses it,” she cooed. “To feel united with my son. Mmm, to nourish you and take care of you. It's special.” I stared at her in the eye as I kissed over to her nipple. I flicked it with my tongue. “Same with blowing me.” “Yes,” she moaned. “Your mommy just wants to make sure you are healthy and happy.” “Very happy,” I groaned before I sucked her nipple into my mouth. “Eric!” Her squeal of delight had me sucking hard on her nipple. I nursed on it, my dick aching to be back in her pussy. She squirmed beneath me as I nursed on her nub. I sucked on her. I loved the feel of her thick nipple between my lips. What a wonderful delight to experience. I sucked hard on her, loving her nipple filling up my mouth. She moaned and squirmed beneath me. My hands squeezed her tits. They jiggled as I played with her nub. “Yes, yes, Mommy loves this!” she cooed. “Ooh, it makes Mommy's pussy so wet.” I popped my mouth off her nub. “And that's not because it's full of my cum?” She giggled. “So much of your cum. Mmm, you soaked your mommy's cunt with all that jizz.” “Language,” I said. “Cunt,” she purred. “Mmm, you like fucking your mommy's cunt, didn't you? Yeah, you liked sliding your big dick into Mommy's naughty cunt and filling her dirty pussy with all that jizz.” “Fuck!” I breathed, my dick aching. Hearing her say those words... Who was this woman? My mom was a whore. I loved it. I slid up her and kissed her on the mouth. She didn't hesitate. She had to taste her own pussy on me. At the same time, I shoved my hand between us to grab my cock. I pressed it right into her cum-matted bush and found the inviting lips to her pussy. I slid into her. She moaned into my mouth. Her arms and legs wrapped around me. She hugged me to her big boobs. They rubbed into my chest as I kissed her. I slid deeper and deeper into her sloppy cunt. I bottomed out in her. I made love to my mother. I pumped away at her, breaking our kiss so I could stare into her eyes and witness the passion in them. Her cunt clenched down around me while her hazel depths brimmed with delight. The veins of green amid her brown irises sparkled. “Yes, yes, yes, Eric!” she moaned, her pussy clenching down on me. “You're so big. Ooh, you fill up Mommy's pussy.” “Your dirty cunt?” “Yes!” she gasped, clenching down on me. I pumped away at her, the friction building and building another explosive ache at the tip of my cock. She shuddered beneath me, her thighs gripping my hips. She humped up into my thrusts. Her pussy massaged me. That silky sheath swelled the pressure in my balls. I readied another load of cum to fire into my mother's pussy. I thrust faster and faster. She moaned and gasped, her fingernails biting into my back. She gasped out my name as I pistoned in and out of her silky depth. Her juicy cunt gripped me. The crown of my dick ached as I plunged away at her. I came closer and closer to cumming. I kissed her. My tongue thrust into her mouth as I pumped away at her twat. She held me tight. My balls smacked against her taint. The sound echoed through the bedroom. She whimpered and moaned, her pussy growing hotter and hotter around my dick. I loved my mother's cunt. Best pussy in the world. I didn't want to ever stop fucking her. But my balls came closer and closer to unloading my spunk. I drove my cock into her pussy while kissing her with such hunger. She squealed beneath me. Her pussy rippled around my dick again. Her fingernails clawed my back. My mother exploded like a firecracker on my shaft. I erupted in her. I fired my second load of my seed into her unprotected depths. Spurt after spurt of jizz flooded into her. I basted her cunt. I trembled on her as the pleasure hammered my mind. I savored the ecstasy of cumming in my mother's pussy. It was the best sex in the world. Her breasts rubbed into my chest as she kissed me with passion. Her cunt milked my cock. Her hungry snatch worked out every drop of seed brimming in my balls. I growled into her lips. I hit that peak. I hovered there. Then I crashed. I broke the kiss and nuzzled into her neck, just savoring lying on her. She stroked my back, purring her delight. Her breasts rose and fell beneath me. It was amazing. “That was wonderful,” she purred. “Mmm, Eric, I wish I had sucked your cock months ago.” I smiled. “I hope quarantine never ends.” She laughed. “You think your mother is going to stop taking care of you once that happens?” She nuzzled into my ear. “Has one of those schoolgirls ever let you fuck her in the ass. Your mommy will let you do that.” Damn, my mom was a slut. My slut. I would never complain about being stuck with my mother again. The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine

Eleanor took a shower after sucking her grandson’s cock. She couldn’t believe she had done that. She was even frigging herself while thinking about it. She needed to cum badly. After a nice climax in the shower she dried herself and went into her room. She had to put on clean clothes and she didn’t know what to wear. Whatever she wore would send a message to Brad. Too slutty and he would think she wanted to do it again. Too prudish and he would think she was mad at him. The problem was she couldn’t figure out how she was feeling. She should feel guilty and ashamed for what she did but she didn’t. She felt excited and eager to do it again. Something had to be wrong with her because no woman should enjoy sucking her grandson’s cock, even if that cock was the best cock she had ever seen. She stood in front of the mirror naked for 10 minutes thinking about what she wanted. It took her that long to decide she wanted to continue what she had started. As a famous President once said, a blow job is not sex. So she could suck Brad’s cock as many times as she wanted without having “sex” with her grandson. That was a line she would not cross. She knew her argument was questionable but it justified the behavior she didn’t want to quit. Once determined, she put on a lacy bra and a thong. She also chose a white blouse with a maximum of cleavage and a very short black skirt. After putting on her black five inch heels she climbed down the stairs to sit next to Brad. Her clothes were sluttier than what she used to wear at Mary’s but they looked casual. Apart from the heels it was one of the outfits she wore as every day clothes. Brad took notice of the change of clothes. The new clothes weren’t as pretty as the previous ones but they showed a lot more skin. He took it as a sign that Nana didn’t mind what had happened and maybe she wanted to continue. He didn’t want to seem too eager so he chose to wait a little before asking Eleanor for another blow job. He heard women didn’t like men who seemed needy. They wanted the smooth operator. Luckily for him Eleanor was the needy one. As soon as the movie ended she spoke to him. “Darling, do you need release?” she asked Brad. “Yeah Nana, I could use some release,” he told her. If only he could find a way for her to suck his cock again. “Do you want me to use my hands or my mouth, Darling?” “Your mouth Nana, please use your mouth,” he said eagerly. “Then let’s go to your room. Your mom and Christine should be home soon and we don’t want them walking in on us,” Eleanor told him. They both stood up and went up to his room. Brad quickly took his pants off after they entered his room. His hands had healed since the accident. He still couldn’t close his fists but he could hold big objects and push buttons with his fingers. Sweatpants were no problem for him. He then sat on his bed. Eleanor watched him do that from the door and it amused her. Youth, she thought. He was so eager to receive his second blow job and she felt very good about it. It’s been some times since she had someone so eager to do kinky things with her. Once he was sitting on his bed she sensuously swayed her hips as she walked to him. She was a cougar on the prowl and her prey was just in front of her. She placed the cushion on the floor in front of Brad and knelt on it. Brad’s manhood was already hard. Eleanor loved it. With other men she always had to make them hard with her mouth if she didn’t tease them before. She heard teenagers were like that but she doubted many could do it five to eight times a day. She began by kissing his cock head. Then she planted kisses all over his massive rod and his sack. She never did something like that but it turned her on to “thank” Brad’s cock before sucking it. Her weird ritual finished, she licked Brad’s cock from his balls to his cock head. She enjoyed licking his pre-cum. It was not as good as his baby juice but it was still delicious and a great appetizer. When she had enough treat she opened her mouth wide and took his cock in it. She could only put six inches of meat in her mouth before chocking but it didn’t discourage her. She wanted that fat cock down her throat and she would have it no matter what. It wouldn’t be today but one day she would be able to do it. She bobbed her head on Brad’s cock very slowly to savor the piece of meat she had in her mouth. She didn’t just suck his cock, she also caressed it lovingly with her tongue. “Oh my God Nana, that feels so good,” Brad moaned. He was enjoying himself very much. He had a clear view of Eleanor’s cleavage and he could see her lacy bra because her top was so small it couldn’t cover the whole thing. He could see more skin showing than most woman had on their breasts. Too bad he couldn’t see her nipples but it was still the greatest thing he had ever seen. That vision alone was hot but if you added the fact that his grandmother was keeping visual contact with him as she sucked his cock, the picture was hotter than hell. Brad also enjoyed the sensation on his cock. The suction was great but what Eleanor was doing with her tongue was amazing. It wouldn’t be long before he blew his nut. Eleanor increased the tempo because the wait was driving her crazy. At first she wanted to give Brad a long blow job because it would make the release so much sweeter, but she wanted to drink his milk too badly. She didn’t have to wait long as Brad shot his first wad of cum in her mouth not two minutes after she increased her pace. She couldn’t enjoy the first wad as the second one came rapidly. Brad’s cock spurted load after load of cum in Eleanor’s mouth and she gulped it down like she was dying of thirst. This time she didn’t let a single drop of cum escape. At the end she could even wait two wads before swallowing so she could savor the delicious taste of her grandson’s cream. Eleanor kept the last wads of cum in her mouth. She didn’t swallow so she could play with it in her mouth and enjoy the taste for a long time. She took Brad’s cock out of her mouth, careful to clean it up before it came out. She opened her mouth so that Brad could see the pool of cum in his grandmother’s mouth. Her mouth was almost full and she licked her teeth with her tongue which was coated with Brad’s cum. She gave him a show by playing with the cum she had in her mouth but unfortunately the show was cut short when they heard a car pulling up in the driveway. Mary and Christine were home. Disappointed, Eleanor swallowed the juice in her mouth and kissed Brad on the cheek. “Thanks for the meal Darling,” she said sweetly to him before she exited the room. While Eleanor was washing her hands and her face (but not brushing her teeth) Brad was still half naked on his bed. The show Eleanor put on for him with his cum was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Lately the things he was witness to were becoming nastier by the day. Since the accident he saw kinky stuff he thought he would never see, and they were always topped by something else a few days after. He was wondering what crazy thing he would see next. He couldn’t even begin to guess because it was impossible to have guessed what had already happened to him. At that moment the only thing he feared were his hands getting better. When he came home from the hospital after the accident he thought it would be the most boring and longest month of his life, but it was the opposite that happened. Brad put back on his pants and walked downstairs to the kitchen. His mother was drinking an iced tea and eating a sandwich. “Where’s Chris?” he asked Mary. “Out as always,” she answered between bites. He knew his mother didn’t like to speak while she ate so he went in the living room to watch some TV. After 10 minutes Mary came in the living room and sat next to him. “I saw Coach Boom today. He asked me about you and how you were doing,” she told him. The coach’s real name was Kevin Bowne but everybody called him Boom. He was the basketball team coach. “And what did you tell him?” Brad asked. “That you are watching TV all day long,” Mary responded. “I guess he didn’t like it,” he said with a laugh. “No, he didn’t. He told me that if you want to be a regular one day you can’t afford to spend your day watching TV.” “I figured. The only problem is he forgot I can’t practice with my injuries.” “He knows it Honey, but he also told me your legs aren’t injured and running won’t hurt your hands. You can keep up your physical condition until you recover and that way it would be one less thing to worry about when you return to practice,” she said to him. “And he is right. It’s not good for you to just watch TV all day. I’m even going to buy you an iPad tomorrow so that you can read some books or comics if you prefer.” Brad thought about it and his mother was right. He always enjoyed playing sports and running would keep him out of the house a few hours a day. He was starting to feel cooped up and he needed to go out. He would still have plenty of time to enjoy his mother’s and grandmother’s talents. “Alright Mom, but only if you and Nana come with me. That way we can all enjoy some exercise,” he told Mary. The next day after a wake up blow job from Eleanor Brad went to eat breakfast with her and Mary. Mary helped Brad to unload again after breakfast and then they all went jogging. The weather was sunny so Brad wore shorts, a T-shirt and his running shoes. Eleanor’s clothes consisted of a sports bra and micro shorts. As for Mary, she wore an unflattering ensemble composed of a T-shirt and pants. They ran at a slow pace for an hour. They also took several breaks to drink some water and catch their breath. Brad resumed running after almost three weeks of rest. His respiration was not bad however his muscles hurt. Doing nothing for a long time took a toll on them. Both Eleanor and Mary were active women but they never played sports so even though they were in great shape they weren’t used to running, so it was harder on them. The whole time they were running, Brad stayed behind Mary and Eleanor. He told them it was to keep watch but he just spent the time ogling his grandmother’s fantastic ass. Mary and Eleanor both knew what he was doing but neither of them said anything. Eleanor was proud and flattered a young and handsome man was checking her out. As for Mary, she was furious but she couldn’t say anything because she was pissed that Brad wasn’t staring at her ass. During her jog she had time to think. Well idiot, he can’t see your bottom with these stupid pants. They’re too large, she was thinking. For the first time in her life she was considering dressing up for a man. In the afternoon they visited the museum. Both women wore summer dresses. Mary had a knee-length white dress with a closed collar and short shoulder sleeves. She also had ballerina shoes practical for walking. Eleanor had a skin-tight navy blue dress without sleeves, a hem a few inches below her crotch and impressive cleavage. Eleanor had three inches heels because she knew they were going to walk but she still wanted to be sexy. Mary was jealous again because Eleanor was the focus of all of Brad’s attention. They talked a lot, just the two of them. They laughed a lot. And when Mary tried to talk to them about the art Eleanor and Brad seemed bored. She felt like she was a third wheel while the other two looked like they were on a date. That’s why she left before them. After the museum Brad and Eleanor went for a walk in the park. Brad was feeling great walking with a gorgeous babe in the park. He could see all the jealous stares from the guys and it was awesome. Sure he would prefer having his cock sucked by his grandmother in his bedroom but a change of scenery was nice. Besides, he had already been milked four times since that morning. They came home just in time for dinner. Mary had ordered pizzas because she came home not long before and didn’t have time to cook dinner. She gave Brad the brand new iPad she promised. During dinner they chatted about their day and for the first time in weeks Christine wasn’t feeling left out. She knew something was happening between the other three and every time she tried to inquire about it they pushed her out. Before going to bed, Brad fed Mary and Eleanor with his cum one time each. The following day when Brad, Mary and Eleanor went jogging, they all wore something similar to the previous day except Mary. This day she wore a form fitting tank top and skin tight shorts. Brad didn’t know where to look during the run so he stared at their boner-inducing asses in turns. Mary was feeling very good about herself because Brad ogled her ass the most. Brad didn’t know his mother owned clothes like that but he was glad she did because her ass was out of this world. He even had a fleeting thought about spanking it. They planned to visit the aquarium in the afternoon and for the first time in her life Mary wore a sexy dress and high heels. The dress was sky blue and sleeveless. Mary’s breasts and legs were highlighted with the little cleavage and the high hem the dress had. But what really made a difference was that the dress was skin-tight. Her perfect body shape was there for all to see. Mary’s heels were limited to three inches because she already had some difficulty walking in those. Eleanor wore a sluttier dress and higher heels but even with that she couldn’t compete with Mary. As a woman she was jealous of that but as a mother she was proud her daughter was finally dressing to tease men. She was coming out of her shell. The looks men were throwing at Mary disgusted her. She wanted to go home and change. She looked like a prostitute and she was very embarrassed. The only reason she left her house was that Brad told her she was beautiful. That compliment made her walk on clouds until they arrived at the aquarium and the perverts started to stare at her. But each time Brad looked at her with desire and smiled at her she forgot about the others and she was happy again. He was the perfect gentleman all afternoon with his mother and grandmother and they both loved it. Brad was having the time of his life. He didn’t care about the sea life but his mother and grandmother both walked arm in arm with him all afternoon. He could feel their generous tits pressed against him. Later that evening Brad was lying on his bed thinking about his mother’s behavior that day. He had a feeling she dressed sexy just for him. The day before his mother seemed angry and hurt because he spent a lot of time with Nana, but he didn’t realize it at the time and wouldn’t have cared if he did. But because of that she put away her serious persona and was actually fun to hang out with, plus she was dressing so sexy he was walking around with a boner all day. Because she was in some kind of competition with her mother Mary had changed her entire personality, he thought. Maybe he could use it to his advantage. When Mary came in his room to give him his last hand job before bed Brad had rustled up a plan to take things to the next level with his mother. She had barely touched his cock when he yelled in pain. “Stop Mom, it hurts,” he lied to her. “What did I do?” she asked, panicked. “Nothing Mom, it’s just my dick is chafing and it hurts when you touch it with your hands,” he continued the ruse. “What can I do, Baby?” “Nothing Mom, I think the chafing is due to too much masturbation. We’ll skip tonight’s masturbation and see how things are in the morning,” he said to her. He was preparing his offensive, scheduled for the next day. Mary went to bed disappointed she didn’t have her evening snack. Mary woke up Brad at 9 a.m. because she couldn’t wait any longer. She usually waited for Brad to wake up on his own but she was too horny to think. She told herself she did it because she was worried about him. She didn’t give him his bed time hand job so his testicles had to be full by now and the more she was waiting the more he would suffer. She was just being altruistic. Unfortunately for Mary, Brad’s penis was still chafing so she couldn’t give him a hand job. She was worried about him because she knew he had to be in pain by now. Another part of her was let down Brad didn’t feed her any breakfast. Truthfully Brad was fine. After breakfast he received a blow job from Eleanor while Mary was cleaning the house. Mary was trying to busy herself to stop thinking about her son’s co… penis. On the other hand Eleanor was enjoying herself sucking her grandson’s succulent cock. She was bobbing her head furiously over Brad’s shaft but she sensed he was thinking of something else. It was bothering her because he should only be thinking about her right now. “What’s wrong, Darling? Don’t you like what I’m doing?” she asked. “No Nana, you are great. Nothing’s wrong,” he told her. “I can tell something is bothering you. You know if you want me to do something you can ask me. I might say no but I won’t be offended. I swear,” she said to him. “I was just thinking about Mom doing what you are currently doing,” he confessed. “I see. Well good luck with that because I don’t think she will,” she lied. Eleanor noticed her daughter changing lately and she couldn’t be sure anymore that she wouldn’t suck Brad’s cock. However she didn’t want the competition because she noticed the attention Brad focused on Mary the day before and she was jealous. “I figured, but I have to try. I have a plan but I may need your help,” he shared with her. “Is that why Mary told me your cock was chafing and we couldn’t jerk you off anymore?” Mary told her that practically crying this morning. She didn’t understand it but it just meant more for her. “Yeah. I just need you to play along in case she questions you,” he informed her. “Alright,” she agreed reluctantly. She resumed sucking Brad’s dick and this time he was focused on her. She went all out this time and even took his whole cock in her mouth. She finally succeeded in cramming his cock down her throat. The feeling of having something in her throat was unpleasant so she backed down until just Brad’s cock head was in her mouth. She worked on his cock some more before taking him whole once again. It felt less uncomfortable but it still didn’t feel good. For Brad the feeling was amazing. It felt like his entire cock was being milked. The portion of his cock that was in Eleanor’s throat was tighter than anything he had experienced before. It felt so good his cock spurted the first wad of cum down Eleanor’s throat before he knew it. Once three wads went directly into her stomach, Eleanor took his cock out of her throat but still left the tip of his dick in her mouth. She wanted to taste his seed and not waste it by letting it shoot directly into her stomach. She purred happily as she licked her lips once she had swallowed all of Brad’s nut juice. “Thanks Nana,” he told her before he went downstairs to watch some TV. Later Mary, Eleanor and Brad went for their morning run. Eleanor and Mary wore skin tight clothes again and Brad ogled their asses as they ran. He also wanted to stare at their bouncing breasts but he would have to run backward in front of them. He tried to find an excuse to do just that but couldn’t find one. After they came home they all took a shower. Brad was now able to wash himself because he had a soap and shampoo dispenser in his shower so he just had to push a button to have what he needed. Once Mary had finished her shower she went to talk to Brad. She wanted to see if his dick was feeling better so she could masturbate it. She had applied make up on her face and brushed her hair. She put on tight jeans and a white blouse. She let several buttons loose so the top of her breasts were clearly visible. She didn’t want to be rejected again. She knocked on Brad’s door and he told her to come in. He was reading on his tablet computer but stopped to stare at his mom when she entered his room. She was looking so sexy with her slim-fit jeans that molded around her long shapely legs and her tight little ass. However what captured Brad’s attention was Mary’s cleavage. He had never seen her with such a large amount of cleavage on display and he was sitting frozen on his bed ogling her gigantic rack. “I thought we could try to masturbate you again,” she said shyly. It was the first time she was trying to seduce someone and she was ill at ease. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. In her mind she was here to help her son and she dressed sexy just to reduce the chance of him rejecting her. It had nothing to do with the tingles she got in her lady parts when Brad looked at her with desire. Brad’s brain wasn’t working anymore. All of his blood was concentrating in his cock to create the biggest and hardest erection he ever had. That’s why he could only respond with, “O…okay.” Mary climbed on the bed and took off Brad’s pants. He mindlessly helped by raising his butt but his brain was still shut down due to the fact his mother was on all fours in front of him and his view of her knockers couldn’t be any better. His plan was forgotten but luck was on his side. As Mary grabbed her son’s majestic weapon Brad was startled by his mother’s cold hands and he gave her a little yelp of surprise. Usually he wasn’t bothered by his mother’s cold hands because he knew to expect it. But at that moment his cock was so hot that Mary’s hands felt really cold and his brain wasn’t functioning well enough to prepare his body. Mary thought she was hurting him again so she immediately stopped and released his penis. “I’m sorry, Baby,” she apologized. Seeing his mother’s anguish, Brad turned his brain back on. He analyzed the situation and panicked when he realized he almost blew it. “It’s not your fault, Mom,” he said. “But what are we going to do?” she asked desperately. It was her job to make Brad ejaculate and she couldn’t even do that anymore. She felt like a failure. “Don’t worry Mom, it will pass. We’ll try again tonight,” he told her. “But your testicles must be full. You have to be in so much pain,” she cried. It almost made Brad change his mind seeing his mother so upset. “It’s okay, Mom. I’m fine,” he told her with a smile. “It’s sweet of you to say that but I know you are lying,” she said to him lovingly. “No Mom, I’m not lying. I’m fine,” he repeated. “Really?” “Really.” He insisted. “How? You usually have to ejaculate every three to four hours to avoid any pain. It’s been 16 hours since your last ejaculation,” she asked suspiciously. Something was wrong here. “Let’s just say it’s not been 16 hours since my last ejaculation. Okay?” he said vaguely. He knew he couldn’t rush his plan in order to have a shot at convincing his mother. “I don’t understand how it is possible if your penis can’t be stroked. What did you do?” she asked firmly. “Look, Mom, can we just drop the subject? The important thing is that I’m okay,” Brad said, like he was trying to have his mom back out. He knew it was impossible but he had to play the part. “No Brad, I want to know what you did NOW,” she said angrily. “Nana helped me,” he said softly, like he didn’t want to admit it. “How? I thought it hurt too much when we touched your penis with our hands?” Mary was confused. “She… she used her… her... her mouth,” he told her softly and looking away like he was ashamed. “She used her mouth?” she asked, incredulous. Then she changed gears. “That bitch.” It was the first time Brad heard his mother curse like that. “I’m going to kill her,” she said as she jumped off the bed. Brad hadn’t expected that reaction from his mother. “Stop Mom,” he said as he tried to grab her arm. He was too slow but Mary stopped to look at him. “No Bradley. I’m sick of this hussy parading half naked around my house and flaunting her body to you. I tolerated her because I needed her but she went too far,” she said angrily. Mary had failed to realize how hypocritical she was being because she was beginning to dress just like her mother. “At least SHE helped me,” Brad replied. He didn’t know what to do anymore because his plan was falling apart. The only solution was to play on his mother’s guilt. “What’s that supposed to mean? Didn’t I help you every day since you came home? I can’t believe you said that,” she responded, obviously very hurt. “I didn’t mean it like that Mom. It’s just that since yesterday my dick is too raw to masturbate. She found a solution to my problem and you call her a bitch. That’s not fair,” he accused her. “Maybe not, but sucking your penis is not right. It’s dirty and she should not have done it,” she defended herself. “You’re saying my dick is dirty Mom?” “Yes, Honey. It’s what you use to pee and ejaculate. It’s not proper for a woman to put such a thing in her mouth.” She repeated what she was taught in church. “You know Mom, you shouldn’t believe everything you hear at Church. They say sperm is disgusting but you have no problem drinking mine. It’s just preconceived ideas that nobody proved. Did you know that the function of my pre-ejaculate is to clean my urethra of any trace of urine? That way my penis is perfectly clean,” Brad informed her. He had searched the internet for some arguments to use to convince his mother it was safe to suck cock. He was not sure any of it was true, but it served his case. “I didn’t know that,” his mother said. “So Mom, tell me again why Nana shouldn’t have used her mouth to prevent me from suffering excruciating pain when there was no other solution?” he asked her condescendingly. Mary didn’t have anything to say to that. It appeared to be the only solution and Brad had refuted all of her arguments. Normally she would dismiss such a lame argument but lately her ability to think clearly had disappeared. She was horny but she didn’t know how to take the edge off without committing a sin. When she was taking a shower she washed her breasts and vagina thoroughly but she always stopped before an orgasm, for fear of sinning. She was going crazy with lust and her son’s behavior didn’t help. He was becoming more and more assertive with her. With that, his muscular body and his big and magnificent dick he was the perfect image of a perfect man. It sounded misogynistic but it wasn’t. If Brad just had those qualities Mary wouldn’t dream of him at night in romantic settings. But Brad was also smart, kind and fun to hang out with. He wasn’t like those dumb jocks who think they are king of the hill just because they play a sport. He would be a perfect husband for the bitch he would marry someday, she thought. “I’m going to see if Nana can help me,” Brad told his mother before leaving the room. He went to find Eleanor who was reading a book in the back yard. The Parkers had a big yard with a pool and a little garden. Together they went upstairs to her room where Brad explained what had happened with his mother. At first she was mad at him for telling his mother about what she was doing to him but he managed to convince Mary blow jobs were alright. She thought it was brilliant but she didn’t like it. How could she compete with Mary’s perfect body? Eleanor thought she still looked good but compared to Mary she looked like a fat lump. Maybe Mary would resist Brad but she didn’t believe it. He was too handsome and sexy for Mary to hold out much longer. Soon Mary would succumb to Brad’s charm and Brad would completely forget about Eleanor. She hid her feelings from Brad because it just would make her look pathetic. Once again Brad experienced a fantastic blow job while Mary watched Eleanor’s door and listened to Brad’s moaning. It was her turn to play with Brad and just because she was too afraid to suck his dick it was Eleanor who had the pleasure of doing it. As time passed Mary’s jealousy grew more and more. The reasons not to suck Brad’s penis seemed more and more ridiculous as Mary waited outside Eleanor’s room. For crying out loud she was already drinking his cum several times a day and his penis didn’t look disgusting at all so why couldn’t she put it in her mouth? Because I’m too stupid, she thought. Maybe penises in general are disgusting but Brad’s was different. His dick smelled good, was beautiful and gave the most amazing treat after a little effort. She decided then that she would not miss another turn for beliefs that didn’t apply to Brad. He was special. That’s why hours later Mary stopped Brad when he went to Eleanor for a blow job. “I’m going to suck your dick, Baby,” she said to him. It worked. Brad didn’t believe it but it worked. He had held out hope that his plan might still work, but he thought it had failed miserably and was just thankful he had managed to convince his mother that it was okay for Eleanor to suck his cock, if not her. They both went to his room where he took his pants off very quickly. Mary wanted him to sit but he said he was fine standing up. He really liked looking down while Eleanor was sucking him so he thought it would be even hotter to watch his mom instead of his grandma. Mary was staring at his erection but she didn’t know what to do. She had heard about it of course, but she had never actually seen a blow job performed. “What do I do now?” she asked, unsure of herself. Brad thought for a moment. On one hand he could simply tell her how to give a blow job, but on the other he could train her like his perverted self wanted. “First you have to kiss my cock to show it respect,” he told her because he really liked when his Nana did that. “Bradley, don’t use the C word. And I don’t think I have to show ‘respect’ to your penis,” she said angrily. “Look Mom, do you want to do it like I like or not? I can go find Nana if you want. She does things my way. And as for the C word, I’m sorry but the words penis and dick are kind of a turn off for me. So do you want to please me or do I have to go see Nana?” he asked her. He knew there was jealousy between the two of them. He would have had to have been blind to not see it. So he used it against his mother. “Alright, Baby,” she said reluctantly. Then she went to kiss his penis but he stopped her. “Stop, Mom. First you have to ask for permission,” he told her brazenly. He didn’t know why but he wanted to continue to push his mother as far as he could. Well, he knew why. It excited the hell out of him to see his mother so submissive. “What?” she asked incredibly. “You have to say ‘Please Brad, can I suck your cock?’” he said. “No way am I doing that, Bradley,” she said back. “Alright, I’m going to see Nana. At least she does everything that pleases me,” he lied, barely. If there was one thing Mary didn’t want more than doing that it was to lose to her mother. “Please Brad, can I suck your c…co…cock?” she said shamefully. “You may, Mom,” he responded. Her face was red with shame as she bent down and planted a big kiss on Brad’s cock. She was ashamed of doing it but also ashamed of enjoying it. “Now Mom, you lick my shaft from my balls to the head. Use lots of saliva,” he instructed her. And she did just that. She was licking his cock like she was licking ice cream. “Now you suck and lick my balls to warm up my little soldiers,” he continued. She obeyed once again and she realized her sex was leaking so much her panties were already drenched. Brad was enjoying the sensation of his mother’s mouth on his nuts and Mary really liked to play with them. “Now it’s time to put my cock in your mouth. I want you to swallow my cock until you gag,” he ordered his mother. Mary took five inches of her son’s cock before gagging and backing off. “Good. Remember how much you can take without gagging. Another time I’ll teach you to take it all but for now we’ll take it easy,” he said. “Bring me back into your mouth and use your tongue to stimulate my cock.” Like a good puppy she took his cock back into her mouth. This time she could enjoy it fully. It was uncomfortable to have something this big in her mouth but the smell and the taste of Brad’s pre-ejaculate made things exciting. She used her tongue to caress his cock head and when she heard him moan she was so happy. His cock didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore it just filled her mouth perfectly. “Now bob your head, Mom. But keep using your tongue,” he told her. Mary began to bob her head and she put her right hand on Brad’s cock to stabilize herself. “Ouch Mom, don’t use your hand. It hurts,” he lied. He wanted to experience a blow job without her hand and didn’t want to expose the fact his cock was fine. Mary placed her hands on the ground and continued to suck her son’s cock. The problem was she was sucking in a monotonous manner. She was bobbing her head and licking his cock in the same way for a long time. “Mom, it’s good to change your rhythm. It’s kind of boring if you always do the same thing. Be creative,” he told her. She wasn’t doing a good job and she didn’t like it. She had to be better than her experienced mother. With all the cocks her mother had to have sucked during her life she should be a pro by now. Compared to her Brad had to think she was useless. She was on fire now and she wanted to prove to her son she could compete with her mother. She took her mouth off his cock and played a little with his balls. Then she put only his cock head in her mouth and sucked it furiously like it was a lollipop. His moans told her he appreciated that but she had to vary her actions. She took more of his cock in her mouth very slowly and her tongue played gently with his cock. Once she had five inches in her mouth she started to bob on his cock very slowly but gradually increasing the pace. Her rhythm varied and she tried all the movements she could think of with her tongue. A few minutes later she was rewarded for her work. “Mom, I’m going to cum. Prepare yourself to drink it. It’s a big one,” he said loudly. Brad’s dick was growing larger in her mouth and suddenly his cock exploded. She already knew he came a lot but the force of the first wad surprised her. She tried to swallow it quickly but the next one was already filling her mouth. She couldn’t keep up with the flow of Brad’s cum and a large part of it was leaking from her mouth. It was running down her face until it dropped onto the floor. For her part Mary couldn’t believe how much better his cum was when she drank it from the source. It was hotter than what she was used to and it enhanced the flavor. If only he could shoot slower so that she could savor each wad and not be rushed to swallow. “Stop swallowing, Mom,” he told her when he felt like he didn’t have much more cum to give her. Mary mindlessly obeyed. She let the cum fill her mouth and only swallowed a little when her mouth was about to overflow. Once he had finished cumming, Brad slowly removed his cock from his mother’s mouth and as he did Mary closed her lips tightly around the rod to clean it. “God Mom, you look so hot with my jizm smeared on your chin. Open your mouth and show me my cum,” he instructed her. She opened her mouth to show him the cum in her mouth. “Play with it with your tongue. Wash your teeth with it,” he told her eagerly. She stirred his cum in her mouth with her tongue and then she licked her teeth with her cum-coated tongue. Brad found it so nasty. He loved it. “You can swallow now,” he said finally. She did just that and without thinking she gathered the cum on her chin with a finger and licked it. She did that until nothing was left on her chin. She purred with satisfaction and her stomach felt full, like at the end of a nice dinner. Then she saw the cum spread on the cushion and without thinking she stepped out of the cushion, took it and licked the cum smeared on it with her tongue. She also sucked the cum with her lips to really clean it deeply. She was in a trance and didn’t realize what she was doing. She was too hungry for Brad’s cum to waste it on the cushion. Her mind told her it was a sin if the cum wasn’t in her stomach and she had to fix that problem no matter what. She only came to her senses when she searched for more traces of cum for her to lick. There wasn’t any and all of a sudden she realized what she had done. She acted like a cum loving hussy and shame washed over her. “God Mom, that was so hot. You’re the best. I love you,” Brad told her when she had finally stopped licking the floor. He already knew what he was going to say at the end of the blow job before it even started. Eleanor told him his mother would be ashamed and feeling guilty after she gave him a blow job, if that ever happened. If he wanted her to feel better he had to say something nice at the end and show her how much he cared. That’s why he said he loved her. It wasn’t a lie but his instinct wouldn’t have been to say that to her at that moment. Brad had to thank his grandmother because as soon as Mary heard those words the feeling of shame disappeared. As long as Brad loved her nothing could be wrong. Of course later when she would think about what happened, the feeling would return once again, but she would also feel excited because Brad liked what she did. Twenty seconds after Mary left Brad’s room, Christine barged in. “We need to talk,” she told him.

We followed Amelia to our room, and with each nude guest we saw I could see my dad turning bright red. He seemed to be the only one, as mom was chatting energetically with Amelia about the amenities and activities, and Lily was meeting each guest with a smile. "If I didn't know any better, I'd guess you were excited about this little mix up," I whispered to her. "As if you aren't. I saw you sporting a half chub staring at that guy and girl in the lobby. What do you say, should be find them so you can finally fuck?" She was teasing about my virginity again but this time it felt different. She wasn't angry...it was more playful. Even flirty. I decided to play right along. "Let's do that," I joked back. "And you can come along since you couldn't take your eyes off that huge dick. You think you can take that whole thing?" I was internally cringing that I was going too far. But as I said it, a look of hope or eagerness quickly passed over Lily's face. "Did you hear that kids," my mom shouted back to us,"They have plenty to do. There's even an art class you can take where you can do some live figure drawing. Maybe that will be a nice ice breaker before we all brave the beach. So many bodies right away might overwhelm you two!" My mom is incredible. She is really trying to just go with it and not lose her mind. "Sure mom." I shrugged at Lily whose expression assured me that taking a class on vacation was the last thing she wanted to do. "Come on," I assured her. "Let's just do that class to give mom and dad time to figure stuff out." And to continue our flirty game, I added, "There will be plenty of time for you to ogle all the cock you want." Phew, I got a smile from her. Shit, was I flirting back? If she wasn't my sister, you'd think I was trying to fuck her. Come to think of it, if she wasn't my sister, I would be trying to fuck her. There have been plenty of times I heard her and Derek fucking in the room next to mine, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't jerk myself to sleep hearing that. “Here we are,” Amelia said, stopping at the end of a hallway with two adjacent huge doors. To the right are the parents, and to the left the young ones.” She used her key to enter the room on the right and ushered us all in. The heaviness in dad’s shoulders seemed to drop immediately as he took in the room. “Well at least there is this!” He was right. The room was huge and split into two. There was a kitchen area that looked over a decent sized lounge with a giant tv, comfortable couches, and a full wall of windows that looked over the beach area. Through a door brought you into the bedroom that held a king sized bed, in-room hot tub, and a bathroom suite with a giant glass shower with marble bench seating on one side. The glass of the shower went all the way to the ceiling, and Amelia informed us that it could be used as a steam room as well. Back in the bedroom, Amelia opened a door that connected to the lounge area of my and Lily’s room. “As requested, the rooms are identical, save for the two queen beds rather than the king bed.” At a knock at the door, Amelia said “Ah, here is your luggage,” ushering in a young male porter. “If there is nothing else, I will give you some privacy. Please do not hesitate to call the front desk for any of your needs, no matter how personal. We do try to make your stays as comfortable and pleasurable as we can. Also for a list of activities and resort map, you can press the “information” button on the tv remote. And with that, she handed us the keys with an extra set so we could get into each other’s rooms, and left “What do you think kids!” Dad was excited again. He was hoping the rooms would make up for his lack of research into the hotel. “It’s wonderful, honey,” my mom said, stroking his arm. Always the supporter. “It’s amazing dad. Good work. Hey, check out the view. I think I can make out some naked folk running around on the beach from here!” Lily loved to tease dad. They were definitely closer, and I was closer to mom. While Lily’s teasing was meant to be lighthearted, it brought all the redness and worry back to dad’s face. “Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry. I...I didn’t know...” “It’s fine honey!” Mom to the rescue. “I’m going to take your father to the room to unpack and settle him down a bit. Why don’t you kids get comfortable and look for that class. We’ll meet back together for dinner.” And with that she pushed my father through the joining door and locked it. “Nice one, sis,” I said as I immediately cracked open a beer from the mini fridge. “Already?” She said looking at my beer. “Hey, it’s all inclusive and it’s vacation. You take one too and loosen up. I want my nice sister, not my stuck up one.” She caught the beer I threw her. “I’ll have to make it a shower beer. Your nice sister doesn’t smell nice ...shit the class thing is in an hour. Not enough time for us both to shower and get ready. Tub time then?” Tub time is what we called it as kids when we would bath together because our parents were too exhausted to give us individual baths. “Aren’t we a little old for tub time?” “Shut up and just put on your board shorts, then meet me in the shower. Bring your beer.” Something about her the way she was ordering me around I enjoyed in that moment. “Alright weirdo. We’re missing the rubber duckies though.” Lily disappeared into the bathroom with her bathing suit in hand, while I rummaged through my stuff to find my suit. I heard her turn the shower on and took that as my cue to enter. “Ah, what the fuck Jason!” Apparently I came in too soon and as a reward was treated with a gorgeous view. My sister was standing there in one of her bikinis but had not had a chance to get her top on yet. Her hair was tied up in a scraggly, red mass and obscured nothing of her upper body. Her breasts were so pale and perfectly sized. Not a hint of sag, and her nipples stood out as tiny and pink on nickel sized areolas. The steam building up in the shower behind her made it all feel like a dream. I felt like I stood there for an hour at least, taking in everything I could before I could stammer out, "ssssorry!" I turned to the wall so she could finish. "Ugh, its fine, turn around. You've already seen them and if we are going to be staying at this resort, you should probably get used to not reacting to every pair of tits you see." "Are you sure?" "Don't be so timid, dork." And with that I turned around to get my second view, almost as good as the first. Nothing beats the first. "Like I said, you have to get that under control if we are going to be walking around together. You won't be able to get a girl if you are constantly sporting a hard on." I blushed. I hadn't even realized the effect she had had on me. Sure enough, my dick was straining against the edges of my suit, giving a nice outline of my manhood, circumsised head and all. I tried to play it off as a joke. "Hey, I'm topless, your'e topless. Only fair right?" "Ha ha perv," she said, not taking her eyes off my bulge. "Let's hurry up and shower and get dressed to go. Mom will be annoyed if we don't take her suggestion and get to the art class." We entered the shower, which had ample space, and soaped up our bodies. I couldn't help stare as she soaped up her tits, making little effort to turn her body away. Watching her lather her thick ass almost made me bust my load right then and there. I'm pretty sure I barely washed up, instead choosing to tortured myself with views of her body. As we dried off, Lily suddenly turned to me with a devilish look in her eyes. "You got your eyeful and I'll get mine. You owe me, perv." Again we were playing some game, but I didn't know the rules. I just knew enough not to cross her. "Fine, I owe you, whatever." I was beginning to enjoy when she called me a perv. ______ On our way to the class, we passed by our parents bedroom, and I could have sworn I heard muffled moaning, but I didn't have time to check it out. In the class, there were 8 easels set up in a circle around a stage. Lily, now dressed in her bikini, and I, in my suit and with no shirt, sat down beside each other in the last two available easels. I took a look around and to my embarrassment Lily and I were the only two people wearing clothes, including the resort's indoor activities coordinator. He was a man in his 50's, maybe Puerto Rican, medium height, slender body and an uncircumcised penis hanging between his legs. His face seemed kind and serene. "Welcome everyone. I'm Paul and as a break from the beach going and partying, its nice to sometimes sit still and put our hands to creative use. Everyone help yourselves to some drinks and we will begin once the model arrives. "Bottoms up," I cheers with Lily and drank the provided chilled wine in one gulp. "Uncultured slob," Lily jokingly sneered, but knocked hers back just as quickly. Looking around the room, we were definitely the youngest, and it was a mix of men and women. Two girls caught my eyes as they seemed to be a couple. As they drank they stayed close, and one gently circled the others lower back with her finger. Such as small move, but while naked, so erotic. (Yes, I'm a horny kid perving on a nice lesbian couple). "Well, it appears we may have to postpone," Paul announced. "Our model isn't coming. Unless we can get a volunteer." I looked over at Lily expecting disappointment, but was met with the same devilish eyes from the room earlier. "Remember, you owe me" is all she said before announcing "My boyfriend would be happy to chip in" while raising my arm in the air. Before I could say "Boyfriend!?" the rest of the class gave appreciative claps, and Paula came my way. "Come come, let's hurry. Thank you so much. If you would please disrobe and take a set on the stage before I direct you in your pose." Before I could protest, Lily had undone my suit's tie and "helped" me out of my shorts. I said "helped" because she really just pantsed me. I think she was enjoying the prank a bit too much, because she didn't think through what would greet her while bending down to pull off my pants. No sooner had she got them off than she had come face to face with my semi hard (but confused) penis. A look of shock registered, before an expression of quick desire. Paul pulled me onto the stage, and posed me. "Lean this way please, and move your leg like so," Paula directed, not being shy to grab any part he pleased and move it where he wanted. I was posed with one arm resting atop my head, the other to the side, while leaning half an ass cheek on the chair. Totally exposed. "In the next 30 minutes I want you all to try to capture this young man's vigor and strength." Paul turned to whisper in my ear, "I need you to show some more strength, please." As I clearly did not understand him, he sighed, said something about "tricks of the trade" and surreptitiously gave my dick a few quick pumps. My flaccid 5 incher, became a straining 8 inch dick in no time. Although Paul was definitely not my type, his taking charge and making me feel dominated had an arousing effect on me. I looked over the Lily to see if she was regretting her prank yet, but she was staring at me in the same way she had stared at the guy in the lobby. When we made eye contact, she shifted here eyes away and pretended to become absorbed in painting. "Have fun everyone and grab some more wine. Remember, it doesn't have to be perfect, but make sure to get his *ahem* strength to full effect. 30 minutes is a long time, but it went by surprisingly fast. Each time I would start to lose my erection, Paul would dutifully give me a few professional pumps and I would be good to go again. He seemed to really love his job as I got a few pumps when I was still pretty hard. I had to hold myself back from cumming each time, not so much from his touch, but what it felt like to be touching while being watched. All around the room, most of these amateur painters were here not for love of craft, but because they enjoyed nudity. They were staring at my fit chest, the muscles in my legs, and at the length and thickness of my cock. It made me feel strong and desired. I imagined they were just as turned on as I was. And in the case of one painter, a man in his mid 40's with gray but fashionably styled hair, I knew he was turned on by how he couldn’t help but give himself and idle stroke now and again. Between this and the cam sessions, I’m realizing I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I rejoined Lily when the time was up, and surprisingly didn’t feel the need to immediately put my shorts back on. "Well I owed you, so there it was. Let's see what you drew," I said, trying to be as casual as possible. Lily was blushing but trying to play it cool. I could tell she didn't want to betray that she actually might have enjoyed watching me up there in the nude. "I'm not much of an artist so I could only guess what Paul meant by capturing your strength." She turned the canvas to me, and it was pretty clear what she thought strength was. While you make out out my form, the one clearly defined part of the image was my dick coming out of a mess of black hair. "Oh man. Is that what people see when they see my dick? Is the hair that bad?" "I don't think it's bad. I actually...thought you have a nice di...penis." Lily said shyly, blushing the whole time. "He does, and you're a lucky girl to have that to play with" said one of the lesbian women with a funny wink on the way out of the room. The whole way back to the resort room I felt really uncomfortable. A mix between feeling a horny high from being on display and getting stroked for half an hour without release, and feeling self conscious about having so much pubic hair. All this time being single recently has made me forget the importance of manscaping. Lily noticed that I was off when we got in the room, and in what seemed like a sudden rush, poured herself a doubleshot of rum from the minibar and started furiously rummaging through my things. "Where is it?" "What the hell, where is what!?" "Ah ha!" Out came my electric shaver, and I started to put two and two together. Lily offered: "Listen, I think it looked fine, but if you are going to be so annoying about it, then let's just shave it off. Get in the shower." Let's? I was about to tell her I could do it myself, but the tension in my balls stopped me and forced me to follow her to the bathroom. "Ok, it's no big deal right? Just drop your shorts and I'll make sure to make your dick something you can be proud of." Lily seemed determined to cheer me up, and I do think a little buzzed from the art wine and tequila shots. It was probably the tension built up all day, but I offered no protest. I slid my shorts off, revealed my semi hard dick to my sister. Her face was stern with concentration as she approached with the shaver, but her nipples were hard as rocks, and made my dick twinge. "Ok, good," she said noticing the movement. "I think it will be easier if you are hard." Again, she was approaching this like we were solving a problem together, but I was beginning to feel like she was getting into this. I decided to push my luck. "Well, can you help with that?" My heart stopped and it felt like an eternity of dead silence. When I looked up, Lily's face had changed. Her eyes softened and her face exuded desire. "Oh. Does my little brother want his big sister to make his cock hard? Mmmmm. I couldn't take my eyes off you giant dick in class. Come on, can you show me your strength again or should I call Paul?" My stomach turned with anticipation. "Why don't you make it hard for me." "Does my little bro like this?" And with that she toyed with the string on her bikini. Although I had already had an eyeful of her tits earlier, the way she was speaking was making me feel hungry for anything she would give me now. I was instantly rock hard as she slipped her top off, revealed her stiff, tiny nipples on her perfect pale breasts. "Knew that would work!" She laughed. "I was pretty good at talking dirty with Derek, and he liked some kinky role play stuff. Not the first time I've been the slutty sister." "What the fuck? Was that all an act?" I was a little hurt, not going to lie. Not hurt enough not to still be turned on by her bare breasts that she was now covering with one arm (somehow this was also super hot). "Hey man, just getting the job done." And with that she walked over and turned the shaver on to start trimming my balls. "Not the first time I've helped someone shave either." With the penis out of the way, she made quick work of my balls. "And now for around the shaft. " There must be something int he water (or rum) in the resort because without a moments hesitation, my sister put her hand around my dick and moved it down and out of the way to facilitate her work. An electric shock ran through my entire body. I couldn't believe my sexy sister was holding my dick, while topless. I tried to keep still, but could feel my body instinctively trying to rock my hips and pump myself in her hand. "Lily...I...." "Shush. I'm almost through." "No, I..." More waves of pleasure rippled through me as she shifted her grip and gave my dick an unintentional squeeze. The warmth and pressure of her grip and she intense eroticism of being touched by your sister. I couldn't stop it. Before I could utter another word, streams of pent up cum shot onto my sister's chin and chest, pooling between her perky, perfect tits. I don't think I've cummed so hard or felt so fantastic in my life. My knees buckled and I held onto a towel rack to keep from falling. After the waves of pleasure ended and I settled into the after-cum drowsy feeling I always get, I was suddenly reminded of how this happened. With sudden guilt and fear I looked down at my sister, still topless on her knees and who seemed to be frozen. The look on her face was of shock to be sure, but not disgust. She slowly stood up and, careful not to drip any cum on the floor, walked into the shower. "Well come on and help me clean up, little brother." It was as if those words were now a command I couldn't disobey and I dutifully joined her in the shower and helped her wash the cum from her tits. She seemed to enjoy the command she had on me, and I enjoyed the work. When we were done, we dried off and she looked at me , saying "You owe me another one, little brother. Now get dressed." Of course I listened. The girl just gave me the orgasm of a lifetime. In my drowsy stupor, I'd kill someone if she asked me to. We got dressed and didn't say much for about 15 minutes. Lily spoke first. "Lets see what mom and dad are up to. Hopefully dad is in a better mood than before and mom will be happy we are getting along so well." We knocked on the door and mom let us in. Sure enough, dad had a big smile on his face and looked just as contented as I did in that moment.... Part 3 to follow.

"So, are you going to tell me or not?" Bri asked me. Again. I was sleeping in her house, that night and we were drinking tequila from a bottle her older brother had gotten her after she covered for him last month when he got home from a party completely wasted. We were both already dressed for bed, wearing tank tops and panties, my long blond hair was in a braid while her chestnut one was loose, reaching her shoulders. She wanted to know about my first sexual experience with someone. Hers happened two weeks ago with this boy from one of our classes she had gone to a date with. They went to the movies, and all that happened was mostly second base stuff, but since then she kept rattling about it nonstop, knowing full well I never had a date with a boy. My parents were strict and they always made quite clear that I would only be able to have a boyfriend once I turned eighteen. This didn't bother me as much as it should, it was a good excuse to get rid of some annoying jerks at school, but sometimes it was hard to say no to the hot nice guys that asked me out. Not that this happened a lot, but when it did it made frustrated and angry. "Kayleigh please! I'm your best friend!" Bri said pleadingly, giving me her best puppy eyes, making me roll mine. She got me so annoyed with details of her date and the things Mike did to her, that after two shots of the tequila, I made the mistake of telling her that just because I never had a date, it didn't mean I never have had anything sexual with someone. I regretted immediately. "I made a promise to never talk about it to anyone." "You know me, we've been friends for years, you know I would never tell a soul what you'll tell me!" Bri said almost offended. It was true, she was the most trustworthy person I've ever met and she knew me well enough to know I wouldn't deny this fact. She wouldn't drop it, knowing her like I did, she would keep asking me about this every day from now on, so I looked at the tequila bottle in my hands and without pouring the liquid into my glass I took the bottle to my lips taking a swig of it to give me courage. "Anything I say stays between us. You won't say a word until I finish the story and you'll promise me right now that you won't judge what I'll tell you," I said feeling a little afraid of losing her friendship. Brianna was the first friend I made when I moved here, and we became inseparable. I was terrified of ruining our friendship telling her what I was about to tell. "I promise you that whatever happens within this walls will never leave this room. There will be no judgment on my part and I will keep my mouth shut," Bri said looking into my eyes without blinking showing me that she was serious. I nodded my head and looked down, searching for a way to start. "Okay. You know that I lived in a farm until and was homeschooled by my mom. My upbringing was very shattered, so I never learned much about sex. Actually, I never even learned about it, except that my mom always told me that I should never touch myself between my legs, except for cleaning myself, saying that young ladies didn’t touch themselves there. As a good daughter I obeyed without question. I mean, until I started to become curious about my body when my boobs started to grow..." I said and looked at Bri uncertain. Her blue eyes were glued on my face, her expression telling me to keep going and to not skip anything. I looked down at my hands before continuing. "So one night I was in our old bathtub and, feeling curious, I started to explore my body, feeling the swell of my breasts, my nipples getting hard as my fingers brushed against them... I looked at the locked door, and taking a deep breath and mustering all the courage I had, I spread my legs. I put my hands on my legs and I started caressing my thighs up and down, moving my hands on the inside of them, going upwards. I remember looking at the door again, afraid my mom would break in and scream at me. When nothing happened, I reached my pussy and started touching myself lightly, just to see how it felt. It was a weird sensation, but as I explored it with my fingers, I found my clit and it started to feel good. I mean you know what I'm talking about, so I don't need to tell how it felt... Anyway, it felt really good and so in every bath I took after that, I touched myself, rubbing my clit with my fingers. A while after that, I discovered it felt really good if I humped a pillow and so I kind started doing that... quite often. One day we got news that my grandma hurt herself falling down the stairs and my dad sent me to her house to help her, since he needed my mom's help at the farm. I got there and it was really nice seeing her. My grandma was spending most of her time in bed because of her injury, and Gregory, her second husband needed some help around the house since he needed to take care of his company. I was there basically to be my grandmother's companion, reading, talking, watching TV and helping her on whatever she needed." The room was silent, making me look up to see if Bri was still following me. Our eyes met and she gave me a tiny encouraging smile, making me smile back. I kept my eyes on her face as I continued. "On my second day there, my grandpa, I mean, Gregory - he was married to my grandmother since I was small, so I always called him grandpa. Anyway, on my second day there, he came home with this giant teddy bear as a gift for me for being there… You know, the one that I keep on my bedroom chair with a red ribbon around his neck. Anyway, a couple of days later I started to feel really horny, but I was way too embarrassed to do anything being in someone else's house. As the days went by, I felt myself feeling stressed and annoyed so one day before bed, I just gave up and did it. I was staying on their guest bedroom, and since it had a vintage queen bed, I had the teddy bear beside me. I was laying in bed one night, feeling super horny and bothered, the lamp illuminating my surroundings and without giving much thought, I climbed on top of the giant brown bear straddling it like I used to do with my pillow back home. The bear felt so good between my legs, it was a lot bigger and larger, and it's fur was soft against my legs..." I told Bri. I could see her biting her bottom lip wanting to say something and I knew right away what it is going on in her head which made me laugh. "No, I wasn't talking about the teddy bear when I said I had had a sexual experience with someone." I said shaking my head, a smile still playing on my lips. I looked down on the bed between us, a little embarrassed with what I was telling her. "I started to move my hips, grinding against the bear, releasing small throaty moans. Our farm was big, my room was on the second floor and my parents’ bedroom was on the main one so I got used to not being extremely quiet when I played with myself and I didn't even realized I was making any noise. My hands were on the bear's chest area helping me keep my balance. The feeling was starting to get good, I could feel my panties getting stick with my wetness as I moved against it. I closed my eyes letting myself get lost on the pleasurable sensations, throwing my head back and moaning low. My hips started to move faster against the bear as my pleasure build and I think my moans got a little louder without me noticing because as soon as I came, I fell on top of the bear, my body shaking and covered in a thin layer of sweat and as I opened my eyes a little facing the bedroom door on my left, I found my grandpa, I mean, Gregory, standing there watching me. My eyes opened wide and I jumped out of the bear to the other side of the bed covering my face, completely ashamed, wishing a hole opened under my feet and swallowed me. I had no idea what to say, I felt my eyes starting to fill with tears. "Hey, is okay, you don't have to cry," I heard him say. I heard him walking towards me and felt his arms surround me, pulling me against his chest as he hugged me tight letting me cry. I kept saying I was sorry and sorry, and he just caressed my hair until I started to calm. As I calmed down, he pushed me slightly away and pulled my hands down, taking my face in his hands, making me look up at him. "You have nothing to apologize for. You're a beautiful girl who've done nothing wrong." He said wiping my tears with his thumbs, making me feel a little better. I lightly nodded and he smiled at me. The next thing I know, his lips were on mine and my eyes were wide open with surprise. I didn't push him, feeling too shocked by what was happening to react. It was the first time someone had kissed me on the lips and I will never forget how soft his lips were against mine. I mean, you saw a picture of my grandparents at my house, so you know that even though my grandpa is an old man, he’s still very handsome, tall, fit, charming… Anyway, he released me and caressing my cheek with a smile, he told me to go to sleep because it was late. I climbed back in bed, crawling over the bear, not even realizing that my nightgown was too short and that he could see my panties. He didn’t say anything thankfully, or I would have been mortified. Right after that he left, leaving me wide awake in bed. I... I actually touched myself one more time after it, the fear and embarrassment being replaced by arousal as I thought of him standing in silence at the door the whole time, watching me while I did something I wasn't supposed to. I came quietly this time, the memory of his lips on mine setting me off. On the next day at breakfast, I was feeling very embarrassed trying not to look at him as we ate. My grandma always joined us at the table so I was worried she might know what happened last night but as she kept talking to us, I realized she had no idea. I spent the whole day with her, watching old movies, reading to her, bringing her coffee, feeling a mixture of guilt and excitement for having kissed her husband behind her back, even though, he’s the one that kissed me. At night, grandpa came home with pizza, and as I helped him, I still avoided looking at him. We all ate together while watched a Fred Astaire movie on the living room, something to cheer my grandma up. As the movie reached to it’s end, I decided to go to bed, giving my grandmother a kiss on her cheek. When I turned to my grandpa, I felt myself blush when our eyes met and leaning forward it kissed him on the cheek, before running upstairs, afraid I was being too obvious to them. Almost an hour later, when I was almost asleep I heard a light knock on my door. "Come in." I said turning on the lamp and lifting my body, supporting myself on my elbows. My grandpa entered the room and closed the door behind him, my heart starting to beat fast. "I think we should talk" he said and I just nodded quietly sitting down in bed. He sat down on the bed and took my hand in his. "Last night after you jumped out of the bear, why were you crying and apologizing to me?" I looked down and told him what my mom always told me, that young ladies don't touch themselves between their legs, that it was wrong. My grandfather listened quietly holding and caressing my hand. When I finished, he pulled my face up to look at him, "Your mother is wrong sweetheart. Is not wrong to touch yourself there, is natural and is important for you to know your own body, what you like or dislike," he said smiling at me. I couldn't help but give him a tentative smile, relieved that he wasn't mad or thought bad of me. "So, I'm not a bad person?" "No, of course not! You were enjoying yourself. Your mother should have told you how natural and important this is. I bet she even neglected telling you it would feel even better if another person touched you there, didn't she?" He asked me and my eyes opened wide. I shook my head no, imagining that if touching myself there was wrong, it was probably worse if someone else did it, but at the same time the idea of having someone's hands there was exciting. "Tsk tsk tsk, that's what I thought." He said, and releasing my hand he touched my thigh over the bed sheet. I looked down at his hand and I didn't do anything to move it away. I was really curious about what he said, what it would feel like if he touched me there. I looked at his face and realized he was looking me closely, waiting for my permission before he did something more. I swallowed nervously and slightly nodded my head. He looked at his hand as he started to pull the sheet slowly down baring my thin cotton nightgown and thighs to him. My nightgown had ridden up when I moved, covering only my panties now, exposing my thighs to his gaze. When the bed sheet was completely off of my body, he got up and circled the bed, picking up the bear and putting it on the floor, taking its place beside me on the bed. "Sit on my lap darling." He said to me and I nodded and moved on top of his legs, pressing my back against his chest like he told me to. His hands moved to my arms surprising me a little, caressing them lightly. I closed my eyes, enjoying his fingers moving on my skin, feeling myself relax under his touch letting my head fall against his shoulder. Grandpa reached my shoulders and moved down towards my boobs over my nightgown. I never enjoyed playing with my boobs but as soon as his hands touched them, I could help but release a gasp of surprised at the pleasurable sensation. "This is nice isn't?" he asked me, whispering the question on my ear as he circled my nipples with his fingers. "Yes..." I said, pressing my palms on my thighs. His hands left them, moving up towards my shoulder and pulling the straps of my nightgown down, baring them to the cold air of the room. He took my breasts in his hands squeezing them lightly, making my body shiver and a throaty moan slip from my lips. The touch of his warm hands on my bare skin was a lot better than through the nightgown. He circled my nipples again, and started to pinch them getting them even more hard than they already were, making them ache. I was getting horny and greedy, my body started to move unconsciously, wanting more from him. "Doesn't this feel better already?", he asked in another whisper. He grabbed my garment in his hands and I lifted my arms, helping him to pull the garment out of my body, leaving me only in my panties. "Yes, it does grandpa." I moaned, closing my eyes and reclining back against his chest. "Good." He said and keeping his right hand on my breast, he started to move his left one lower towards my panties. When he made contact with the white cotton fabric, he found the crotch to be wet, which make him release a throaty groan of satisfaction. I arched my body as his finger touched me through the wet fabric, making me gasp and moan. It felt so much better than everything I've ever done and we weren't even skin to skin yet. My grandpa moved his head and started to kiss and suckle on my neck as his hands worked on my body. I felt I was going to cum really soon, he knew how to touch me and were to touch me to get me closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly he stopped touching me, when I was a breath away from coming. "I want to show you something else" he said when I was about to complain. We both got up, and he took a step away to look at me fully. I was so turned on that I didn't even think of covering me, I just wanted more of his hands on me. His eyes traveled through my body and he smiled at me when our eyes met. "I want you to let me know if you want me to stop, do you understand?" I nodded and said yes. "Take off your panties and lay down in bed with your legs spread open." Without hesitating, I got on the bed, crawling on my hands and knees until I was in the middle. He moved to the end of the bed, watching me and making me feel bolder, I rested my head on the pillow and moved my hands to the waistband of my panties, sliding them down, feeling the fabric stick to my skin due to my wetness as I bared my butt and pussy to his hungry gaze. I turned around, laying down and took it completely off. His eyes were burning as he looked down at me, watching me spreading my legs. He removed his shirt, throwing it on the floor and crawling over my body on the bed he stopped as he reached my stomach. "Now I’m going to show you something really good…" My grandpa told me and I smiled at him, knowing that anything he wanted to show me would bring me pleasure. He gave me a wicked smile in return and touched my stomach with his lips, kissing, licking and sucking my skin moving down and stopping at the top of my pussy. Grandpa looked up and as our eyes met, I watched as his tongue dipped between my legs. My body shivered and I closed my eyes moaning with the pleasure. He opened my pussy lips with his fingers and licked me again. I was in heaven, moaning and writhing in bed as his tongue licked my pussy, my left hand moving up my head to grab the iron headboard as my right one descended on his head pushing him against my pussy, my legs spreading more wider for him. His tongue moved up, flicking my clit at the same time as I felt one of his fingers entering me, making me gasp at the pain. I tried to scoot away releasing his hair, but his finger kept moving. "Grandpa is hurting, please stop." He lifted his head to look at me, his finger still lodged inside of me without moving. "I promise you, you will enjoy it. Relax and let me work your tight pussy baby." And with that he dove back to my pussy. I tried to relax as he moved his finger in and out of me, the pain giving way to an uncomfortable sensation and then finally to a pleasurable one. I moved my hips seeking more, feeling myself getting close to an orgasm. He noticed this and started to move his finger faster, his mouth started to suck my clit, my moans grew louder, the pleasure was so strong that I forgot to be quiet. I felt his finger crook inside of me, finally pushing me over the edge. "GRANDPA!" I screamed as I came, my body undulating on top of the bed, my legs shook, but he was relentless, his finger leaving me so he could open me and devour my pussy, fucking me with his tongue. My orgasm kept going and going and I had to push his head away as I started to feel too sensitive. I was panting completely spent, my eyes were close, my body was still spasming with small pleasure waves. I never felt anything like that before, all the orgasms I've ever had before were over in less than a minute, but this was something completely different. It was very strong and it kept going and going. As my breath returned to normal, I opened my eyes and was greeted with the sight of my grandpa kneeling on the bed between my legs, completely naked. His eyes were locked on me as he pumped his cock up and down with his right hand. I couldn't look away, I felt like I was hypnotized, my eyes followed his slow hand movement, the sight of it arousing me, even though I had just come. "Are you enjoying the sight of my cock?" He asked me breaking the spell I found myself in. I looked up meeting his eyes, and said yes with a smile playing on my lips. "Come here." My grandpa said, and so, moving around the bed, I got on my knees in front of him. One of his arms went to my back, pulling me closer to him, and I gasped feeling his hard cock pressing against my tummy. I raised my head to look up at him and putting my hand behind his head I pulled him down smacking our lips together. His hand moved to my butt and he squeezed it making me moan against the kiss, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues stroke each other, our bodies rubbed, seeking more friction. He released my butt and then slapped it hard, making me gasp and break the kiss. Looking up at him with wide eyes I saw a wicked smile form on his face. I had never been slapped before and even though it hurt, the pain sent pleasurable tingles to my core. Bending towards me, my grandpa started to kiss and nibble on my neck making the tingle rise. His right left hand took my right one in his, and started to slide it lower on his body, stopping when the tips of my finger touched something wet. I looked down and saw that the tip of his cock was covered in pre-cum. He closed my hand around it and moved it up and down, groaning against my neck as I went. I was fascinated with it, my hand was so small I could barely close it around it as I moved, more pre-cum leaked from his tip sliding down and coating my hand, the sight of it turning me on. My grandpa moved away from my neck to watch me jacking him off, his hand going back to my butt, squeezing it as he murmured encouragements in a low husky voice that dripped with desire. My pussy was so wet I felt my juices running down my thighs, so I removed my hand from him, and locking eyes with him, I took my hand to my mouth and started to lick it clean. It was my first taste of pre-cum and I was surprised it didn’t taste as bad I was expecting, so I kept licking without looking away until my hand was completely clean. I looked down at his cock and without saying a word, I scooted back on the bed, getting on my hands and knees and sticking my tongue out, I licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock, earning a pleasurable groan from him. I raised my head to look at his face, and saw his eyes locked on me, and with my mouth open I took his cock into my mouth, watching him close his eyes as he moaned, making me feel powerful. He told me in a low voice to cover my teeth with my lips and doing that, I sucked him, swirling my tongue around his head, trying to take all the pre-cum I could. "Fuck baby, you’re doing so well… Keep sucking it, I want to flood your mouth with cum." He said, taking my hair in his hand and fucking my mouth. It was really hard to keep my teeth hidden since he was big and large, I was drooling all over him, and every time he pushed his cock into my mouth I gagged, but he seemed to not care. He moaned and groaned, the sounds being too much for me, so I put my hand between my legs so I could play with my pussy. "Are you playing with yourself while you suck my cock? " He asked me, pulling my head away from him, a trail of saliva connecting my mouth to his cock. "Yeah, this is making me so horny grandpa," I said without stop touching me. He took his cock in his hand and slapped my cheek with it before sticking it back into my mouth, calling me his dirty little girl. Instead of making me feel embarrassed and ashamed, that made me moan with pleasure around his cock. His movements started to accelerate, he started to push harder, the tip of his cock hit the back of my mouth. I was close to coming too, rubbing my clit faster and faster, moaning and gagging around him. My grandpa fucked my mouth frantically, and then once his cock hit the back of my throat one more time, I felt him spasm inside my mouth and a jet of come hit the back of my throat. He pulled it out, keeping only his head in my mouth as he started to come, jet after jet filled my mouth faster than I could swallow. "Yeah baby, be a good girl and swallow it all, milk my cock." He said, and so I did, but some come leaked out of my mouth because there was just too much of it, and slid to my chin. When his last jet hit my tongue, I started to suck him, wanting to make sure there wasn’t more, swirling my tongue, licking all the come. My grandpa pulled my head away hard, making me moan with the pain, and pulled me up on my knees again. He pressed me against his body again, and took my mouth in his, kissing me hard, his hands moving down my body, squeezing both my butt cheeks. "Grandpa my pussy is so wet, touch me please," I said pleadingly, and right away his hand went between my legs and I felt his finger enter me. It didn’t hurt this time, but it still felt uncomfortable even though I was literally dripping with wetness. The palm of his hand rubbed my clit as he fingered me, making me moan and rub my boobs on his chest. It took less than a minute for me to come, and he kissed me again so I wouldn’t scream, holding me tight against him. The pleasure took control of my body, I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me. He kept fingering me and rubbing my clit and I felt another orgasm start to build and soon, I was coming again, my body shaking against his. I felt like my body was made of jello, I had no strength left in my body, I thought I was going to pass out. My grandpa removed his hand from my pussy and released my mouth. I was breathing hard, dizzy and exhausted, my body was covered in sweat and I never felt so sexually satisfied in all my life. I forced myself to open my eyes to look at him. "Thank you grandpa." I said in a weak voice, which made him chuckle. He laid me down in bed with care and covered me. I didn’t even care I was all sweaty and sticky, I was so tired I knew I would sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. "Now sleep tight baby girl… I’ll see you tomorrow." He said, kissing me lightly on the lips. I didn’t even saw him leave, I slept right away. I looked from the tequila bottle to Bri’s face. She had a shocked expression on her face. I took a swig from the tequila, terrified she was going to judge me, or find me disgusting. My mind was running fast with the possibilities, I didn’t realize she said something until her hand touched my bare knee. I looked up meeting her eyes. "I’m sorry, what did you say?" "I said that, that was incredibly hot! I can’t believe this, I was feeling so adult because I had a boy touch my boobs, while you… wow!" She said and laughed. I was dumbfounded, I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be but I didn’t expect this one. She took the tequila from my hand, and took a large gulp from it. I looked down, and by accident I saw that the crotch of her panties were wet, surprising me even more. Bri dropped the bottle and cough a little, cleaning her mouth on the back of her hand. "So, you’re not disgusted?" I asked, just to be sure. "Not at all. I mean, I know I should be, because what you just told me was wrong, but I’m really not. I’m just surprised, I never imagined something like this had happened to you, like, to be honest I thought you had never kissed someone!" She said with a wicked smile. I laughed feeling my body start to relax. I couldn’t believe I broke my promise and told Bri about my grandfather and she didn’t feel disgusted, she felt aroused by the way her panties were wet. "We should go to sleep, is almost 2 a.m." I said. We went to the bathroom to brush our teeth, trying really hard not to fall on the way there, and then we were back in her queen size bed. She turned the lights off and I closed my eyes feeling slightly dizzy from all the alcohol. "Kay, can I ask you something?" "Yeah" "Did your grandmother never found out about that?" "No, my grandpa told me the next morning that her medications were knocking her off, so she never heard anything." I told her, moving to my side giving her my back. I felt Bri move around on the bed, probably feeling the same dizziness as me. "Did you and your grandfather ever done more stuff?" She asked me in a whisper. I smiled at that. "Yeah, we did." I said releasing a low laugh. "But these stories are for another day."